Chen Qing smiled and said, "With Brother Jian's ability, it won't be difficult for you to get Little Solitary Sky from the young emperor."
Jian Wushuang also smiled. Chen Qing still didn't know that the young emperor had already given Little Solitary Sky and Big Solitary Sky to him. Since he didn't know, he simply didn't answer.
This wasn't something to brag about. Instead, it was a method to restrain Jian Wushuang.
Chen Qing didn't mind his silence. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Brother Jian, since we have nothing to do today, why don't we spar?"
Jian Wushuang wanted to refuse, but he seemed to have realized something and nodded. "As you wish."
"Okay!" Chen Qing replied. "Then, Brother Jian, let's begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qing hurriedly retreated a hundred feet. His peerless derivative force rushed into the sky like a dragon, wantonly showing off in the sky.
Chun Qiu's expression changed slightly. He hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Brother Jian, I can feel that the derivative force released by Chen Qing isn't just limited to this. We can't treat it as usual."
"Don't worry, we're just sparring. It has nothing to do with a life and death battle," Jian Wushuang replied.
Chun Qiu nodded and quickly stepped out of the battlefield.
Within a radius of a thousand feet, the green grass was slightly swaying.
A real sword with green intent quietly appeared in Chen Qing's hand, causing his entire aura to change. He was like a treasured sword with a hidden edge waiting to be unleashed.
Jian Wushuang also pulled out the broken Tai Luo Sword from his waist and calmly looked forward.
The broken Tai Luo Sword didn't weaken at all. Instead, it let out a few excited cries.
Chen Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. He then reminded in a clear voice, "Brother Jian, we're only talking about the sword."
"Come," Jian Wushuang gripped the sword hilt and replied in a deep voice. How could he not know that Chen Qing was taking care of him?
If he completely let go of his realm, Chen Qing was probably no weaker than Old Ancestor Po Suo in Po Suo Heaven. He might even be stronger.
No more words were spoken. A piercingly cold murderous intent rose. The entire radius of a thousand feet was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
In the next moment, Chen Qing was the first to make a move. His entire figure was like an unstoppable arrow that carried supreme might as it shot directly towards Jian Wushuang.
Sonic booms rang out in the air, and cracks quickly appeared. That seemingly ordinary stab was so fast that Spring and Autumn, who had been watching from afar, didn't even have time to react. It went straight for Jian Wushuang's chest.
If this attack hit the target, even if he didn't die, he would definitely be severely injured!
But Jian Wushuang was even faster than him. As soon as the attack was about to reach him, a broken sword was already in front of his chest.
"Clang!"
As the two swords clashed, a series of buzzing sounds erupted.
Chen Qing, who was flying through the air, felt as if the tip of the true sword in his hand had encountered a huge mountain and was unable to move an inch further.
At the same time, Jian Wushuang also felt an unparalleled force that forced him to take half a step back to dissipate the force.
Seeing that his attack had missed, Chen Qing chuckled softly before retreating a hundred zhang away.
This short probing allowed the two of them to have some ideas in their hearts.
"Brother Jian, watch me, Chen Qing's swordsmanship!"
A proud voice rang out. In the next moment, astral winds erupted within a thousand zhang radius. Jian Wushuang felt an inexplicable sense of danger.
The color of the sky changed slightly, and the ground quietly opened up inch by inch. Chen Qing held the hilt of his sword with both hands, and there seemed to be sword intent floating in his eyes.
Countless wisps of light green sword intent appeared from his body, and then all of them returned to the sky above his head, and condensed into true swords.
Jian Wushuang was very familiar with this kind of sword veil that covered the sky. It was a type of sword intent that was simple and easy to learn, and suitable for a group fight.
However, in a situation where one's swordsmanship was equal or even higher than his own, using this move was equivalent to courting death and being at a disadvantage.
Jian Wushuang didn't understand Chen Qing's intention, but when he looked above his head again, his gaze froze.
In the center of his head, a huge sword that was almost called a sword mountain seemed to carry the power of millions of mountains and rivers as it fell heavily.
It turned out that this sword veil that covered the sky was a smokescreen, and the real sword was hidden within it!
Jian Wushuang's mouth slowly curled into a smile as the sword that could be called a mountain of swords smashed down.
"Rumble!"
The ground of the entire Lonely Sky trembled violently, and the sword mountain that was tens of thousands of zhang tall fell to the ground almost without any resistance. Jian Wushuang's body was also pressed under the sword mountain.
Everything within a thousand zhang radius had collapsed!
After seeing this scene, Chun Qiu's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and then he rushed forward.
Chen Qing, who was flying in the sky, was also shocked. Based on the swordsmanship that Jian Wushuang had displayed in Jingchuan Sky City, it was impossible that he couldn't take his first sword!
But soon, he seemed to realize something, and he patted his head and said anxiously, "I was foolish! Brother Jian, I'm coming to save you! "
Chen Qing recalled that Jian Wushuang had fought fiercely in Jingchuan Sky City just a few dozen days ago, and destroyed it with his own strength. It was impossible for Jian Wushuang to recover in such a short time, so it was normal that Jian Wushuang couldn't take his sword.
"Please don't be seriously injured, or the young emperor won't let me off." As Chen Qing thought anxiously in his heart, just as he was about to reach the sword mountain, an extremely pure sword intent shot into the sky.
The entire sword mountain flashed with millions of the brightest light beams.
An explosion resounded!
Chen Qing was shocked, and he quickly retreated, then looked at the rapidly collapsing peak of the sword mountain.
At the top of the mountain, a figure dressed as a black-robed ranger was sitting there, looking down at the sky with a smile on his face.
The broken Tai Luo sword in his hand couldn't stop trembling, as if it couldn't hold back.
In the next moment, when the entire sword mountain was collapsing, Jian Wushuang floated down, holding the Tai Luo sword in his hand, and casually slashed down.
Like the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens, the entire sky exploded under this heavy pressure!
It seemed endless, but it was casually slashed down, and it spread across thousands of miles, as if the might of the heavens had descended!
Chen Qing, who was standing on the ground, looked up at this scene, and his right hand that was holding the real sword trembled slightly.
That majestic and vast sword was the sword that he desired the most, and it was also the sword that he found most unbelievable.
It turned out that, other than that person, there was someone else who could cultivate the Sword Dao to such a terrifying and unprecedented level!
Chen Qing's eyes flashed with excitement, and his originally suppressed realm had unknowingly climbed back to the peak.
He had already made up his mind to use his peak state to collide, to comprehend that sword, and to make up for his Sword Dao!
The terrifying strength caused Chen Qing's aura to rise to an impossible level, and it seemed that even Old Ancestor Po Suo, who was about to break through to the Derived Immortal Realm, was no match for him.
The real sword in his hand emitted a scarlet light, and he pointed it at the sky!
Heaven and Earth flourished!
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