Waterfront in the Wilderness is Immortal

Chapter 115 Fighting in the Primordial Battle
"You are very good, worthy of my sword!"

The arrogant war spirit in black said to Qingchen, his fighting spirit was bursting, and suddenly there was a black sword with black light and sharpness in his hand, and the sword intent burst out with majestic momentum, which brought extremely heavy oppression to Qingchen.

"What a powerful sword intent."

With a solemn face on Qingchen's face, he raised the Qingmeng Excalibur in his hand, and the intent of the Nirvana sword also gushed out, pointing at the black-clothed war spirit.

Although the black-clothed war spirit is stronger than Qingchen, especially a sword cultivator with powerful attack power, Qingchen has no trace of timidity. Every time he collides with a powerful sword cultivator, he has a deeper understanding of the sword. A powerful swordsman is a baptism of the sword heart. The sharpening of the sword is far more effective than experiencing dozens of life and death fights. It is a sublimation and transformation of one's own sword.

The black-clothed war spirit held such thoughts, and so did Qingchen. The astonishing sword intent produced a huge collision and confrontation between the two of them. Before the people fought, the pervasive sword intent and sword light had already caused the earth waves in this area to swell and roll. Many evil beasts did not know their strength. They were cut by the raging sword light and crushed by the sword intent. Other evil beasts also ran thousands of miles away. Outside, looking at Qingchen and the black-clothed war spirit in the center in fear.

The battle spirit in green clothes and the battle spirit with black and red pupils shrank their pupils, and looked at the war spirit in black and Qing Chen with fear on their faces. The strength of the two was too strong. Even Qing Chen, who had fought against them back then, looked There was also a considerable breakthrough in strength, and the Tsing Yi War Spirit stared at Qing Chen with an ugly expression on his face.

"Okay! Very good! Killing you is enough to make my kendo breakthrough and upgrade to a higher level."

The black-clothed war spirit laughed, and slashed with the black divine sword in his hand. The sword light was raging, extremely domineering, and it crushed towards Qingchen mightily.

"kill!"

Qingchen was equally excited. To fully comprehend his own way of swordsmanship, he must have tremendous pressure. The black-clothed war spirit is strong enough to serve the purpose of honing the way of swordsmanship. It can make Qingchen undergo earth-shaking changes, and his Dao heart is more pure. A pure Dao heart is enough to make Qingchen go further on the way of swordsmanship.

Moreover, Qingchen has the twelfth grade Good Fortune Qinglian and Sanguang Shenshui, even if he is in danger of death, he can save his life, and he has enough time to use his cards.

The Qingmeng Divine Sword swung, the Nirvana sword intent shattered everything, everything it passed was withered, the vegetation withered, filled with depression and murderous aura, blessed by the power of the world, blessed by the true meaning of the way of swordsmanship, and the power of a sword slashed horizontally, and its power skyrocketed.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sword intent is violent, sweeping the mountains and forests, and the turbulent sword intent is palpitating, covering every place, and the killing intent overflows, causing the evil beasts and Tianjiao war spirits around to watch the battle to retreat again and again, and some evil beasts howl , the strength is powerful, ignoring the surrounding sword intent and inner fear, roaring towards Qingchen, and before he got close to the place where Qingchen and the black-clothed war spirit were hundreds of feet away, he was beheaded by the endless sword intent and sword light, turning into a Puffy blood mist, no bones left.

"Hiss~~~~!"

The Tsing Yi War Spirit gasped, and stared at the fierce and powerful Qing Chen in amazement. He did not expect that Qing Chen's strength had skyrocketed to such an extent that he hadn't seen him for nearly a month. He was seriously injured and even beheaded by Qingchen.

In fact, the reason why Qingchen's strength has increased so much is because of the endless fighting after entering Qingshen Mountain, Qingchen has harvested a large number of evil beasts to strengthen the small world, and the power of the small world has been in a stage of continuous growth, while The death siege at the beginning touched Qingchen deeply. He discovered the insufficiency of his own swordsmanship in time, pondered and perfected it, and thoroughly digested the background left by the white-clothed war spirit. It is only under the combination of strong and strong that the strength has increased significantly .

"kill!"

"kill!"

Qingchen and the black-clothed war spirit fought thousands of times in a short time, the speed was extremely fast, leaving only two phantoms constantly colliding and fighting, each blow deformed the solid space fluctuations, wishing to kill the other party.

"Break the sky, kill with the way of the sword!"

As soon as the battle spirit in black turned his attack, the black divine sword in his hand suddenly spun, and a huge sword gate with dazzling light suddenly appeared. With a sharp shout, the sword gate opened, and the incomparable sword intent was like a raging mountain torrent that burst a bank. Mighty, the void exploded and shattered, as if the killing intent to kill the world was like a volcano that had been squeezed for a long time and suddenly spewed out.

"Open the sky with one sword, and the world will be revealed!"

Qingchen has a serious face and a dignified expression. The Qingmeng Divine Sword in his hand is full of divine light. When he first opened up the small world, he uses a swordsmanship supernatural power. With a horizontal slash, a phantom of the world emerges from behind Qingchen , turbulent, fierce and endless waves, green bamboo reaching to the sky.
Slashing with the Qingmeng Divine Sword, Qingchen seemed to be transformed into a demon god who opened up the world. With a single swing of the sword, the space was torn apart, and everything around him was annihilated, as if a bright light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness.

When the sword light meets the endless ocean of sword intent, the area of ​​thousands of miles collapses inch by inch, the earth waves rise one after another, and sand and rocks fly away. After a moment of stalemate, the soaring sword light bursts out with unbelievable power. Go, the majestic sword intent collided with the endless killing intent, making a heaven-shaking sound.

"Boom~~~~!"

The sword light rushed into the sword gate, the sharp sword light tore apart the space of the sword gate, the entire sword gate kept shaking and vibrating, a world appeared from the sword light, the power of the world crushed down, the sword gate finally couldn't resist Withstanding the huge impact, it was cracked and shattered inch by inch.

All this happened in an instant, and the fast black-clothed war spirit had no time to react.

"Outsiders, die!" The black-clothed war spirit roared.

"It's not certain who will die!" Qing Chen swung his sword again, slashing towards the black-clothed war spirit, the sword was as fast as lightning.

"puff!"

The black-clothed war spirit flew upside down and fell to the ground. Qingchen's sword was amazingly powerful and extremely fast. The black-clothed war spirit had no time to use a more powerful sword move, so he was chopped off by the sword and injured himself. , a blood hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and blood flowed horizontally.

"How can you."

The war spirit in black was coughing up blood, and looked at Qing Chen in disbelief.

"kill!"

Qingchen's face was pale, and the phantom of the world behind him slowly dissipated. Although this type of magical power is powerful enough to tear apart the solid space of the God's Burial Ground, the price is not small. Even if Qingchen has the magic power of the small world, he can only use it Three times, when the mana is exhausted, he can only be slaughtered, so after the second sword is cut, he no longer uses this amazing sword technique.

Seeing that the black-clothed war spirit was severely injured by a single blow, Qingchen moved quickly and bullied him, but there was nothing nonsense to say, the truth is not to give the black-clothed war spirit time to breathe, and killing you while you are sick is the truth.

(End of this chapter)