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He is the mentor of the current Luofu General Jing Yuan, one of the legendary Five Brave Warriors on the Cloud, and is given the honorific title of Wuxian Feiguang.

She chopped off the wolf's head that was leading the Buli war, cut off the feathers of the feathered guards, and imprisoned all the reins of the six-legged horses... Under the direction of her sword, all the evil creatures died or were defeated, and no one was spared.

There are all kinds of stories, legends, and military exploits... so many that it would take three days and three nights to tell them all.

After reading the information, Yan Qing couldn't contain his excitement.

If I could learn from this Jingliu, I would definitely be able to gain a lot of experience in using the sword.

“Now, it’s time to make it happen.”

A gleam of light flashed in Yan Qing's eyes, and his body rushed out instantly, turning into a hazy afterimage, and took the first step.

clang----!

There was a loud sound of metal collision, and in an instant, sparks flew between Yan Qing and Jing Liu.

"Well, this sword is okay."

Jingliu nodded calmly.

Yan Qing tried his best to attack, but he couldn't even make Jing Liu's wrist tremble.

"Damn it..." Yan Qing couldn't help but grit his teeth, "It's not over yet!"

【The Secret of Sword Control】

Several flying swords flew out from behind him, and the swords moved as his heart moved, like a nimble flying swallow, and slashed towards Jingliu together with the long sword in Yanqing's hand.

The condensed energy firmly locked onto Jingliu's body, and each sword was powerful enough to pierce through iron and stone, and split mountains and ridges.

"I see... a flying sword..."

The attack was approaching, and the sharp sword light was almost touching his skin, but Jingliu's expression remained calm.

“I’ve used it before.”

She said calmly.

【Flying Light without Cracks】

With one sword, he slashed out.

In an instant, the light disappeared from Yan Qing's eyes, the sound also left him, and the surroundings turned into endless darkness.

Then, a fierce light suddenly broke out again.

He saw that all his flying swords were broken into pieces and turned into scrap metal.

He saw scars appearing on his body, and then he flew backwards powerlessly like a broken doll.

"Well……!"

Yan Qing flipped in mid-air and landed on the ground, using his sword to support his staggering body.

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped onto the back of his sword-holding hand, and then flowed down, dyeing the flawless sword red.

Yan Qing had read in the information that the legendary Jingliu's swordsmanship was extremely swift and sharp, and could even cut away time.

At that time, he thought it was just an exaggeration, but now after experiencing it personally... he can only say that it lives up to its reputation.

"Oh, he can still stand after taking this sword. It's amazing. Jingyuan has quite a good eye for selecting his disciples." Jingliu gave his praise without hesitation.

“Ahem…! Thank you… for the compliment, Master…” Yan Qing responded while spitting out blood.

Jing Liu raised his head, looked at the peaceful sky, and asked, "Little brother, what is the goal you just mentioned?"

"…………After seeing your deeds, Yan Qing was thinking that it would be a blessing if he could learn from the previous sword master." Yan Qing hesitated and said slowly.

"Wrong!" Jing Liu looked at Yan Qing again, his voice became cold and violent.

Even through the black veil, one could feel her gaze, as cold as a knife.

call--!

Her body was filled with a bone-chilling chill as she rushed in front of Yan Qing and swung her sword.

clang--!

Yan Qing barely blocked it, his body moving backwards continuously amidst the flying sparks.

"Your goal should be - if you can kill the Immortal Boat traitor with your own hands, what a joy it would be!"

Ding——! Ding——! Ding——!

Jingliu kept swinging the sword in his hand.

Every sword is like a rushing river, vast and boundless.

Every sword is like the shining moonlight, ethereal and invisible.

Yan Qing struggled to hold on. The cold continued to erode his flesh and blood. He was almost forcing his body to move with his will.

clang--!

Another flash of cold sword light appeared.

Yan Qing finally couldn't hold on any longer, and the sword in his hand flew backwards with a spin.

His body could no longer stand and he sat on the ground in a mess.

Then, the sharp tip of the sword pointed at Yan Qing's face.

Jing Liu stared into Yan Qing's eyes: "Your sword has energy, shape, and power... but it lacks the killing intent. How can such a naive and blunt sword kill the enemy?"

"Huh...Huh..." Yan Qing panted, looking at Jing Liu fearlessly, "What you said...is not swordsmanship at all, I won't learn it."

"Hmm?" Jing Liu was stunned as he did not expect Yan Qing to answer like this.

But she soon revealed a cold smile: "You are right... maybe what I wanted to learn in the beginning was not swordsmanship... but the art of killing people with a sword."

Swish-!

The long sword slashed down, and the sharp sword light continued to magnify in Yan Qing's pupils.

Chapter 219 Absolute Violence

clang----!

The two Yunqi long-handled swords crossed left and right, blocking the long sword that Jingliu chopped down.

"What!?" Yan Qing was stunned and looked at the backs of the two Cloud Cavalry soldiers in surprise.

“Uooooohhhh——!”

The two Cloud Cavalry soldiers tried their best, roared, veins bulged in their arms, and continued to exert force, trying to force Jing Liu back.

But Jing Liu, who was holding the sword in one hand, had a calm expression and just looked at the Yunqi Army quietly without moving.

"Huh, the Cloud Cavalry?"

She muttered to herself, adding a little more strength to the sword in her hand and swinging it lightly.

Swish————!

The icy sword energy spread out, and the weapons in the hands of the two Cloud Cavalry soldiers broke into several pieces. They flew backwards with screams.

Then, more Cloud Cavalry arrived. They showed no fear, held weapons in hand, surrounded Jing Liu, and protected Yan Qing behind them.

"Yanqing, hurry up, let us hold her back!"

The Cloud Riders shouted at him.

Yan Qing looked anxious: "Are you crazy? She is not your opponent, run quickly!"

"Hmph, we are the Cloud Cavalry. It's nothing difficult about dying for the Immortal Boat!" said a Cloud Cavalry soldier proudly.

Another Cloud Cavalry soldier stared at Jing Liu and said to Yan Qing behind him: "Yan Qing, you can't die here. In time, you will definitely grow up to be someone who shoulders the important task of Luofu, so hurry up and leave without hesitation."

"What a joke!" Yan Qing gritted his teeth and tried to move his aching body.

Jing Liu couldn't help but smile: "Hahaha! Not bad, see, little brother. These cloud cavalrymen know more about the battlefield than you do."

"Go together!"

The Cloud Cavalry rushed forward and launched an attack.

They coordinated very well and slashed at Jingliu with their weapons almost at the same time, leaving no room for Jingliu to dodge.

In an instant, everyone's movements became extremely slow in Jing Liu's eyes.

"What a pity..." Jingliu said regretfully, raising the sword in his hand and holding it horizontally in front of him.

“Stop…!” Yan Qing ignored the severe pain in his body, stood up, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Your blades cannot touch this immortal body."

Jingliu spoke slowly, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was speaking to the sword in his hand.

【Ancient Mirror Reflects God】

A round of moonlight appeared behind Jing Liu, and then shattered.

call--! !

An endless cold current surged out along with the shattered moonlight, mixed with countless pieces of solid ice, instantly covering the space.

"Well……!"

The cold air came with wind and waves, and Yan Qing couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his face.

The cold was biting, as if it could freeze even the human soul.

When he put down his hands and looked forward, everything he saw was covered with ice and snow.

Both the ground and the surrounding buildings were covered in solid ice, as if they had spent tens of millions of years in the ice and snow.

A fine snow fell from the sky, and the snowflakes drifted quietly, as if silently telling the long-lasting depression and regret.

The Cloud Cavalry were also frozen into ice sculptures, maintaining the movements they made when launching the attack. Their faces still had brave expressions, but they could no longer get any closer to Jingliu.

"Okay, all the people who are in the way have disappeared..." In the icy and snowy ground, Jingliu once again pointed the tip of his sword at Yanqing, "The swordsmanship competition is over. Next...it's a life-and-death battle."

A snowflake landed on the edge of her sword, then was silently cut in half and continued to fall.

The cold sword intent enveloped Yan Qing's weak body, like a ferocious hungry beast licking the skin, giving people goose bumps.

"Huh..." Yan Qing looked at the Cloud Cavalry who were frozen into ice sculptures and smiled bitterly, "We have no choice but to go."

The long sword that fell beside him flew up and was recalled into his hand.

So heavy...!

Yan Qing's pupils shrank.

The weight of the sword in his hand made him feel somewhat unfamiliar.

Is my beloved sword so heavy?

…No, the sword has always been this heavy, but I just realized it today, that's all.

Then, his eyes became firm, staring at Jingliu's figure, and tightened the sword in his hand.

"Very good..." Jing Liu posed with satisfaction, "Let me see, after removing all the impurities, whether the sword light in the depths of your soul is sharp."

The two of them didn't move, but the falling snowflakes around them were cut apart.

That was pure sword intent, colliding in this space, bringing with it an invisible edge.

clatter……

There was a sound of footsteps.

"What..." Jingliu frowned and looked in the direction where the footsteps came from.

Yan Qing showed a surprised expression.

Obviously, he and Jingliu did not notice anyone approaching until the footsteps were heard.

The visitor was a young man in a suit. Although he was surrounded by ruins and frost, his expression remained calm, as if he was strolling on an ordinary pedestrian street.

His face was extremely handsome, and even with Jing Liu's experience, he could not find any man with a better appearance.

The black suit was straight and fitted his tall figure without a single flaw.

The watch worn on the right wrist is very luxurious, adding a touch of noble temperament to the man.