Xu Longxiang began to sprint. His speed was much faster than Huang Qing's. The Daoist supernatural power of shrinking the ground into an inch could not be compared at all.
In the Daoist classics, there was a way to compliment the immortals. Of course, it was a way to fool the villagers. However, Huang Qing's Sword Qi had already permeated the surroundings and was everywhere. It was somewhat like a weapon made of grass and trees. More importantly, with the help of the Mysterious Finger Realm, which was able to see ahead of time, Huang Qing could accurately capture Xu Longxiang's attacking route. Before Xu Longxiang collided with him and the Calm Storm, he would inevitably attack those tiny Sword Qi that filled the world. This allowed Huang Qing to predict the future and plan before acting.
Huang Qing had anticipated that Xu Longxiang would circle around and attack him from behind. He didn't turn around. Instead, he pulled his sword out of its sheath by an inch. At the same time, a sword rainbow suddenly exploded twenty feet behind him, splitting the sky. However, the expected scene did not appear. Xu Longxiang did not arrive as expected, so Huang Qing's first strike had lost its meaning. What was worse was that Huang Qing had already begun to set up a follow-up attack for the youth to knock away the Sword Qi Green Rainbow after making the first move. In a battle of life and death between top martial arts grandmasters, the slightest difference was enough to make a difference of a thousand miles. As expected, Xu Longxiang, who deliberately paused for a moment, finally appeared beside Huang Qing like a ghost and then collided with him. Huang Qing's Qi that was flowing like a waterfall was forcibly shifted to several major acupoints and flowed like a river. Although the Calm Storm did not have time to be unsheathed, Huang Qing held the sheath in his hand and swept out. A sword aura drew an arc and split the world in a fan shape with a majestic momentum.
In the world of martial arts, only speed was invincible. Xu Longxiang did not retreat to avoid the sword aura. Instead, he lowered his head and bent his waist with terrifying speed and continued to rush forward. With a fierce shoulder strike, he directly knocked Huang Qing far away.
Xu Longxiang ran straight on the ground. Almost instantly, he reached out and grabbed Huang Qing's ankle and pulled down hard. Not only did he pull Huang Qing's body to the ground, but he also directly tore apart Huang Qing's Qi that was just about to circulate.
Huang Qing crashed into the ground and Xu Longxiang kicked him fiercely!
Huang Qing had no choice but to use his arm to block the kick, and his body was kicked into the air again.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Longxiang, who had leaped up, elbowed him in the chest and sent him back to the ground.
The shadow above his head pressed down. Xu Longxiang crossed his ten fingers and clenched them into a fist. If this fist landed squarely on him, not to mention the Sword Qi that was close to yellow, perhaps even the Murong Cauldron that was indestructible would become a broken cauldron.
Huang Qing's back hit the ground, facing the rapidly falling Xu Longxiang from the sky. The hilt of Calm Wind Sword was pressed against the sand, and the scabbard was pointed at the sky, pointing directly at the unforgiving and deranged youth.
He left his sword in its scabbard.
The scabbard stabbed towards Xu Longxiang.
The famous sword Calm the Storm was unsheathed for the first time in this way.
Xu Longxiang's fists smashed onto the scabbard, knocking it to the side. His body only paused for a moment, and then he continued to smash downwards.
Huang Qing's left hand gently patted the ground, and his body suddenly spun, driving his right hand to swing out a circle of resplendent circular sword intent.
It was like a bright moon born in a desert of yellow sand.
Although it was a hurried sword attack, and the momentum was far from its peak, Calm the Storm was still extremely shocking once it was unleashed.
Unfortunately, it was just like the old saying, "Virtue is one foot tall, and the devil is ten feet tall."
Xu Longxiang did not weigh the pros and cons at all, and directly smashed the full moon sword intent with his fist. What did it mean to be irresistible? Xu Longxiang was it!
Huang Qing hurriedly pointed the tip of his sword, and his body floated out more than a hundred feet. Xu Longxiang's fists smashed into the ground, and the loud explosion went deep into the ground.
Huang Qing stood in the distance, holding his sword tightly, and raised his arm to the same height as his shoulder.
A trace of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth.
The long sword in his hand not only did not emit sword Qi, but also madly absorbed the surrounding "green fog" like an immortal eating clouds and drinking dew.
As the Calm the Storm was completely unsheathed, and especially after it made a whale-like motion, the sword Qi that was originally invisible to the naked eye quickly condensed around Huang Qing and Xu Longxiang, like fireflies in the summer night sky, and flew into the tip of the long sword.
Huang Qing's name was that the sword Qi was close.
What was sword Qi close?
It was saying that before Huang Qing arrived and his sword was out, the sword Qi was already like "the sky is overcast and the sky is about to rain, and the flock of birds is blocking the road", fine and undetectable, and densely packed, filling the world.
Huang Qing held the sword in one hand, and the other hand behind his back. He raised his head to look at the sky where some dark clouds were floating over, and then retracted his gaze to look at the young man who was slowly standing up in the pit.
Huang Qing said softly, "People live for a lifetime, and every step they take leaves a trace in the world. It's just that most people's footsteps leave no trace. The wind blows the yellow sand, the snow covers the path, and the water rushes the stone steps. I, Huang Qing, am no exception, but the sword in my hand is different. "
With every word Huang Qing said, a "Calm the Storm" was stacked near the long sword in his hand, up, down, left, and right.
Layer upon layer, motionless like a mountain.
Soon, nearly three hundred identical "Calm the Storm" were stacked in front of him.
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