The pear blossoms are blooming and drizzling.

Nangong Jie's sword rain burst into flames, and it was about to cover the sky and the sun.

Ye Que finally made a move, and saw his wrist trembling slightly, his toes lightly, his waist bent, and he walked around the ground like a gust of wind, and the wind shattered the sword rain.

A sword slashed at the edge of the rain curtain.

Before the wind fell, the prickly rain had already emerged, and the sword tip was extremely accurate to pierce the dazzling rain.

There is a real sword in the heart of the formation!

With a harsh friction, Ye Que produced his third sword and fourth sword, and Ningshuang swung the fog. A whistling circled and forced around Nangong Jie's sword of body-leaving. The bursting true essence of the sword instantly exploded, blooming with broken flowers, with extremely sharp petals.

Ye Que's steps kept moving, and his body suddenly accelerated. The fifth sword, thunder, wrapped the exploded true energy forward for several meters. When these true energy were just spreading, the sixth sword, the mountain and the seventh sword, broke the water, directly divided the exploded spiritual energy into two, and just slashed to both sides of Ye Que's body.

Nangong Jie's sword rain illusion disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the real sword hovered naked in the air.

The sword is controlled by the energy, and the sword body is fast and the attack distance is long. However, it is a sword that leaves the body, and no matter how agile it is, it is not as good as the sword in the hand.

Nangong Jie flew his fingers, and the true energy communicated rapidly. The naked true sword trembled. But as soon as the sword tip was lifted, it was hit by Ye Que's sword point, then the sword blade, and then the hilt. Finally, the sword body was directly slapped at the end of the sword and smashed it into the ground. The eighth sword turned four times, and it was not empty.

In this short moment, Nangong Jie's spiritual sea completely lost the trace of the sword.

Without any hesitation, Ye Que Lingyun was followed by the Ninth Sword of the Ris. Nangong Jie retreated rapidly and the Qi sword was released quickly, but each Qi sword could not penetrate three feet in front of Ye Que. Each Qi sword would be directly shattered, and all the Qi swords were cut at the weakest and most likely to shake and deflect.

Ye Que's figure was like a scorching sun.

Still silent.

Unstoppable.

The speed of light moves forward.

When the person arrived, the sword came out, shattered Nangong Jie's sleeves, cut Nangong Jie's shoulders, and pierced Nangong Jie's collarbone. They were intertwined, and the two swords were tapped on Nangong Jie's knees, and finally the tip of the sword pointed directly at the back of his head.

The coldness has returned to its original state again.

But the spiritual sword stopped fighting and replaced it with Nalan Rongruo's Qingqiu long sword.

At this time, the sword of the body shot down by Nangong Jie had just broken out of the ground, and his master no longer dared to mobilize the slightest true energy.

After three breaths, Nangong Jie fell to the ground with a bang, and blood flowed out from his lips. At this moment, there was no freehand style, and he was extremely miserable and miserable. But in fact, there was no trace of internal injuries in his body, and his true energy was extremely stable.

All the injuries Nangong Jie suffered were trauma, from his arms to his shoulders, from his collarbone to his knees.

Between ten meters.

Ye Que produced the Nine Swords.

The nine swords that used the Qingqiu Sword Sect, cut the wind, prick the rain, condense the frost, wave the fog, shock the thunder, break the mountains, cut the water, shining the clouds, burning the sun, there was not much sword, and even the order of the sword was no different from that of Nalan Rongruo.

The same sword technique was used in different hands, but the result was very different.

Nangong Jie's eyes were full of confusion and confusion at this time. What happened in just a few breaths? He was clearly in the Star Realm, while the other party was only in the Spirit Realm. True Energy must be that he was stronger and weak.

How did the other party accurately find his true sword in the rain curtain? How did he break his sword technique cleanly? How did he cut off his true sword? Finally, he kept up with his own footwork and stabbed his true body!

It’s clear that I have a higher level!

It's obviously a face-to-face battle!

He is obviously very familiar with the entry-level Nine Swords of Qingqiu Swords!

But why is the result different? Where did he lose? Nangong Jie's face turned pale and his eyes were full of sorrow. He knelt on the ground, lowered his head and did not move. He even ignored the tip of the sword on the back of his head.

It looks like giving up on oneself.

"The winner has been decided. I just said it, and I will say nothing. What can I do now? Can I beg for mercy by myself? The young master of Yi Jiantingyu Pavilion knelt down and beg for mercy? Or face the disciple of Qingqiu Jian Sect, it would be better to kill him. Even if I survived by chance, my father would kill him if he returned to Yu Pavilion."

Nangong Jie closed his eyes gently and listened to the emperor. He would be defeated by the swordsmanship and would not be unfair if he died.

"Now I know what happened to the sword in Qingqiu Sword Sect?" Ye Que patted Nangong Jie on the shoulder with the back of the sword. The powerful man in the Starry Sky Realm would not be able to kill him.

Nangong Jie frowned and said nothing.

"Do you still think using sword to control energy is ridiculous?" Ye Que patted Nangong Jie on the cheek with his sword.

Still not speaking or moving.

After a while, Nangong Jie looked up slightly, "How did you do it?"

Ye Que was stunned.

"I'll ask you how did it?" Nangong Jie turned his head and stared at Ye Que, "Have you broken through the spiritual realm? Did I see it wrong?"

Ye Que shrugged, "You read that right, I am in the spiritual realm."

"Didn't you use the entry-level Nine Swords of Qingqiu Sword Sect?" Nangong Jie continued to ask.

"If you change the case, you should be able to tell the difference." Ye Que smiled.

"Why?" Nangong Jie was like a hundred thousand whys.

"It's very simple."

Ye Que's smile was even stronger.

"Because it is more powerful to use swords to control qi, because it is wrong to use energy to control swords, because the swords of Qingqiu Sword Sect are the right way, because you have taken the wrong path, that's all."

Four things actually mean one thing. Nangong Jie only felt that this answer seemed to explain his confusion, but his mind was shocked, and even the true energy in his body began to be disordered.

"I lost!"

Finally, Nangong Jie said three words in his mouth, his voice was extremely hoarse and extremely depressed.

"Give up?"

Ye Que repeated it, then thought for a while, looked at Nangong Jie, and finally said, "Since you lost."

"Then get out!"

"Don't be upset here."

The cold wind blew the waterfall, and the water splashed on Nangong Jie's face, cold! He didn't continue to kneel on the ground, and stood up with great difficulty. He loved cleanliness and didn't even clean up the soil on his body. He just ran away in a mess, bent down and lowered his head. From behind, he looked like an old man.

Just after walking a few steps, another sentence came from behind.

"Remember, my name is Ye Que. The leaves of leaves are better than those of insignificant."

The side of the field was quiet, especially Nalan Rongruo, the six disciples of Qingqiu Sword Sect, whose mouths were wide open, their eyes widened, and they looked like they saw a ghost.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated down from the air.

It was the girl riding a goldfish a hundred meters away. I saw the girl wearing a black close-fitting brocade dress, with black and beautiful long hair, and she was tied behind her very casually like a waterfall. Her naked feet were fair and tender, her cheeks were angular, her eyes were bright, but her eyes were a little hot. At this time, she stared at the sword in Ye Que's hand without blinking, and her little tongue actually licked her lips gently, as if she had encountered some delicious food.

A gust of wind blew, and the little girl's long hair flew with the wind, and her figure was stunning.

His bright eyes narrowed slightly, his lips smiled slightly, and he pointed his hand at Ye Que's sword, "Your sword is very strange, is it to kill people or hearts?"
Chapter completed!