Chapter 706

In fact, it will be clear that although Ling Yichen once asked Mo Kongyuan and others for advice, after all, the time was too short. In contrast, with the same state of great perfection, Jiang Wuji, who was born in a clan, was influenced by his childhood. His understanding and artistic conception of martial arts must be beyond Ling Yichen's, otherwise, he would not be able to fight with Ye Qingyun until now.

After all, Mo Kongyuan has been steeped in martial arts for nearly a hundred years. No matter how he suppresses his strength, his experience and artistic conception can not be suppressed. Maybe it is just a simple sword power. Ling Yichen needs a lot of time to understand.

Ling Yichen is absorbed in watching the two fight. Jiang Wuji's fighting strength is comparable to Ling Yichen's, and the artistic conception of sword power is easier to understand.

Gradually, Ling Yichen's mind gradually integrated into it, as if he were in the middle of it. Every time he waved the sword and interweaved the sword spirit, he was deeply touched.

If ye Qingyun's sword power is extremely gorgeous in the vast starry sky, then the sword power of river without trace is like the night wind, seemingly invisible but everywhere. At this moment, Ling Yichen had a feeling that although they used the sword, they had already separated themselves from the sword itself, but they had integrated into the perception of the universe.

This is their sword meaning. What about mine?

Unknowingly, Ling Yichen seems to have a trace of insight in his mind, more and more clear. Just like a cocoon that is about to be broken, a gap is revealed. The gap is getting bigger and bigger, just waiting for the moment when the cocoon comes out of the dish.

The two people in the fight did not realize that, between the vast world, a spirit was quietly surging, Ling Yichen's cold eyes, blooming a strange charm.

Around them, the stars of swords are more and more dense, but Jiang Wuji's body method is more and more sluggish. Finally, with a dull sound, Jiang Wuji and his sword are chopped by Ye Qingyun, and his thighs are dripping with blood.

Although his artistic conception of martial arts and swordsmanship is not bad, his strength is still one level worse than the other.

"You just used the meaning of Qingfeng sword. I didn't expect that you could understand the meaning of Qingfeng sword. However, waste is waste. As a direct descendant of the clan, you only have the strength of Da Yuanman. What if you have the meaning of Qingfeng sword?" Ye Qingyun mixed with blood flowers on the sword and said scornfully.

"What about the rubbish? Just depending on the great circle, it can leave a mark on you. The sky star sword array is nothing more than that." Jiang Wuji said calmly.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Qingyun looked down with the river's traceless and sarcastic eyes. His clothes were cut, and a oblique sword wound was pulled down from the slant, and thin beads of blood came out. The scar is too shallow, if not for Jiang Wuji, he can hardly feel the pain.

"Qingwuji, how dare you hurt me Although the injury was so slight that it was almost negligible, ye Qingyun was furious. With the strength of his Zhenyuan realm, he was injured successively by two opponents of the great circle realm in a short time, including qingwuji, a waste which had been reduced to the laughing talk of the clan. How could he bear it.

"Even a trash can hurt you, so what are you?" Jiang Wuji sneered.

"Qingwuji, do you really think you are a member of qingfengzong and I dare not kill you?" Ye Qingyun said with fire in his eyes.

"My name is Jiang wutrace. I have nothing to do with qingfengzong." Jiang Wuji said with a cold look.

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