Chapter 710

No wonder he looked a little familiar and couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while.

Ziyin now has a very different temperament from Ziyin thousands of years later. Although there is a prototype of Fairy Spirit, there is no pressure brought by Sword Fairy.

At the beginning, mu Qingxiao and Ziyin had met several times in the ancient sword Qitan position, and the latter impressed him very deeply.

After all, the Sword Fairy is the strongest he has ever seen.

Especially the feeling that they can't see through. Unlike now, they both know that each other's strength is at a certain level.

Although Ziyin is in his middle age, he still looks green and astringent compared with thousands of years later, and his head is black and long hair, not snow-white.

"Taoist friend, is there something on your lower face?"

Seeing mu Qingxiao staring at his face, Murong Ziying finally couldn't help asking.

He shook his head slightly, mu Qingxiao smiled and said, "Taoist friends misunderstood. I just think you look like an old friend, so I looked more."

"I see."

Murong Ziying was half convinced and no longer asked. She brought up the wine pot and filled their wine glasses with good wine. She sighed: "seeing that Taoist friends are not old, but their cultivation is so terrible. I don't know what school they are?"

In fact, at the first sight of Mu Qingxiao, Murong Ziying mistook the latter for an old monster. However, after a few words of conversation, he immediately rejected it.

Although the latter's speech is mature, it does not have the vicissitudes of the old monster. He has always been very accurate in looking at people. In his opinion, intuition will not deceive people.

In this way, mu Qingxiao's cultivation is very shocking, which makes him feel like he's old enough to live a dog.

"I don't have any schools, just some adventures."

With a smile, mu Qingxiao didn't say much. Age can't be used for immortal people, but he didn't cheat. He really has no door and sect.

“……”

Nodding slightly, Murong Ziying stopped asking. After all, adventure is mysterious, and everyone has his own secret.

After drinking all the wine in the glass, mu Qingxiao noticed that the sword put on the table by Murong Ziying was a green sword with jade beads, which was elegant.

Put the wine cup on the table, mu Qingxiao raised his head, flashed a fine light in his eyes and said, "brother Murong, I have some opinions on Jiandao. How about meeting friends with a sword?"

It sounds good to meet friends with swords, but it sounds bad to compete in martial arts to see who has a deeper understanding of kendo.

"Oh, meet friends with the sword."

Murong Ziying was surprised. At the same time, a surprise flashed in her eyes. Unexpectedly, the latter practiced kendo.

He could feel that mu Qingxiao was very strong, and not generally strong, but he didn't notice a trace of breath about the sword. He didn't know how high the latter had achieved in kendo.

"Well, in that case, let's stop."

Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao smiled. Murong Ziying has strong strength and can be used as an opponent. Let him test his limit.

"Then please move, brother Murong. The bamboo forest a few miles outside the city is a good place for martial arts competition."

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At this time, even at noon, there were no clouds and the hot sun was in the sky.

A few miles away from Lin'an City, there is an open space in a huge bamboo forest. In the center of the open space, there are two figures, young people in white, standing with their hands down, and middle-aged people carrying a sword behind them.

"Brother Murong, please!"

As soon as the words fell, Murong Ziying's face became serious, and a terrible sword spirit swept out of his body and rushed into the sky.

"Fit seven heavy, really strong!"

Originally, mu Qingxiao thought that Murong Ziying would fit four or five times at most. Unexpectedly, he still whispered to him.

Moreover, the sword meaning of Murong Ziying obviously has a deep understanding of kendo.

"Zheng Zheng..."

Mu Qingxiao was not willing to be outdone by the terrible sword intention. He just stood there, but it was dazzling, as if he had turned into a divine sword.

Neither of them took the lead in the sword, but two distinct sword meanings shrouded the sky, and the creatures in a radius of dozens of miles trembled under these two sword meanings.

He is not a person in cultivation. Without enlightenment, he naturally can't feel the pressure from the sword.

However, the demons and ghosts within dozens of miles, and even some monks, were pressed out of breath under the two terrible breath.

In Lin'an City, a group of monks gathered around and looked at each other with pale faces. Looking at the sky far away from the city, their eyes were dignified.

"What a terrible momentum, just momentum, there is an impulse that makes me worship."

"I don't know if the strong of that sect had a conflict. I hope it won't spread to Lin'an City."

"This is the strong. I don't know how many years we need to practice to reach such a strong point..."

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In the bamboo forest outside the city, I felt the terrible sword meaning between heaven and earth. Murong Ziying's face was dignified, but there was a storm in his heart.

Mu Qingxiao's horror was really beyond his expectation. The latter not only had a deep understanding of Daoism, but also did not need to be inferior to him in his understanding of kendo, and even surpassed him.

Although neither of them made a sword, it was just a simple test, but he could feel that mu Qingxiao's sword was overbearing and sharp, as if he were an emperor.

If there were some doubts before, now Murong Ziying has completely regarded mu Qingxiao as an opponent at the same level.

"Brother Qingxiao, your cultivation is a little inferior to me. Why don't you move first."

Murong purple English was full of dignity instead of looking down on it.

"In that case, brother Murong, you should be careful."

As soon as the words fell, mu Qingxiao no longer grinned, nodded slightly, closed his middle finger and index finger, pointed in the air, and countless illusory sword shadows appeared around him.

"Kongming sword!"

In the face of Murong Ziying, who was five times higher than himself, mu Qingxiao didn't dare to be careless. Moreover, it was originally to test his limits, so it was naturally impossible to reserve.

Looking at mu Qingxiao's words and deeds, he can instantly condense countless illusory sword shadows, and a trace of admiration flashed in Murong Ziying's eyes.

"Whew, whew..."

In the next second, countless illusory sword shadows shot at Murong Ziying at a speed difficult to capture by the naked eye. Both the power and strength were extremely terrible.

Murong Ziying's complexion is calm. The green sword moves forward, and the aura runs. The sword rotates at a high speed in his hand to launch a defense barrier.

"Sonorous..."

The sharp sword shadow collided with the barrier and kept making a clear and loud sound. At the same time, a terrible sword storm swept out around with Murong Ziying as the center.

"With strength?"

Mu Qingxiao's eyes coagulated slightly. The latter's control was very terrible. He could fight back while resisting the empty Ming sword.

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