Even if we meet, we should not know [new version]

After all, this sword is too heavy for the current Qianqing.

This kind of weight is rare in Zhengwuzhou Immortal Sword.

However, Chiharu did not let go.

Every time he swung his sword, he seemed to be able to use up all his strength.

Later, Qianqing's panting voice became thick and abnormal, and when she panted rapidly, her chest would rise and fall violently, and a hoarse airflow sound came out from her throat.

Even Feng Zhaoming couldn't help persuading him:

"Qianqing, let go."

Chiharu didn't seem to hear it.

At this moment, his right hand seemed to bear too much force, so it suddenly trembled violently, almost throwing the sword away.Qianqing quickly raised her left hand and swung the sword with both hands.

The posture of holding the sword in both hands vividly shows his exhaustion and decline.

Feng Zhaoming frowned, and gradually slowed down his offensive.

Only then did Qian Qing take a deep breath and said, "Others can go, why can't I go?"

"The Frozen Forest Wasteland is so dangerous. Winning or losing there is not as simple as fighting in Xianzong."

"I won't lose!"

"There are people out there, why not." Feng Zhaoming waved his right hand down lightly, and Qian Qing's right hand Qiankun pouch burst in response.

All kinds of spells, spirit stones, and treasures in the bag fell to the ground with a clatter, and then hung in the air, swaying around Qianqing.

Qian Qing looked up suddenly, the veins on her neck bulged, and said: "My heart will not lose!"

Feng Zhaoming's expression was solemn, and he said: "If you encounter the enemy of life and death, you will not even have the chance to ask for help."

With sharp eyes, Qianqing said, "I have the ability to protect myself, so I don't need to ask others for help."

"once……"

Qianqing interrupted firmly: "There is no 'once'!"

Although his words were firm, his voice trembled a little.

Because he is very tired.

His right hand was so sore that his shoulder no longer belonged to him.

Qianqing faintly felt that... she would soon be unable to hold the heavy Taifu Quyan Immortal Sword in her hand.

Feng Zhaoming frowned, and said: "Your cultivation base is not high, if you go like this, the chance of winning the inheritance is slim."

The offensive slowed down a lot.

Qian Qing said: "Let's go and have a try."

"You haven't formed a Dao seed yet, so it's a waste of time to go there and delay your practice."

"If you don't go and see, how do you know?"

Feng Zhaoming sighed lightly, not knowing how to teach, so he simply kept silent.

It's just that the offensive is extremely slow.

He already knew that even if he stopped attacking, Qianqing would be exhausted soon.

That sword was too heavy for Qianqing to hold.

In the end, Feng Zhaoming pointed the sword tip of his right hand to the ground, stepped back dozens of steps, and did not move.

Qianqing's right cuff was torn, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her hair was sticky.The jaws of his hands were broken, blood was dripping, and there was still wet blood at the corner of his mouth.

Although the injury was not serious, it was definitely the most embarrassing time during his study in Zhenhui Peak.

His body wobbled.Taifu's Yanjian was too heavy, holding the sword, Qianqing could hardly stand still.

But... this is his sword!

If Qianqing couldn't hold it, who else could pick up the sword.

If Qianqing couldn't even hold it, how could he deserve to have this sword?

Qianqing's whole body trembled, and the fighting spirit in her heart surged up like boiling water.He raised his head and let out a long howl, like a trapped beast, echoing between the heaven and the earth.

This voice is full of embarrassing and uncompromising.

His stiff, bloodshot right fingers finally couldn't bear such gravity.Only the sound of refined iron rubbing palms was heard, and Taifu Queyan Immortal Sword slowly fell towards the ground.

Seeing that the sword was about to fall out of Qianqing's hand.

At this moment, countless strong spider threads suddenly fell from his shoulders, tightly entwining Qianqing's right hand and the fairy sword in his hand.

Sensing Qianqing's reluctance, Amao twitched the silk, and tied the sword in Qianqing's hand.

However, Qianqing couldn't lift it any longer, he thrust the sword vertically downwards, piercing the ground.

I wanted to support it with the ground, but I heard a greasy sound, and a sharp sword pierced the white brick easily.

Qianqing leaned forward, dripping sweat dripping from below, he was dizzy from exhaustion, staggered forward, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Qianqing tried her best to calm down, panting heavily.

The Taifu Quyan sword held in the right hand, only the hilt remained on it.

Feng Zhaoming looked at Qianqing, paused, and was about to speak.

Suddenly Qian Qing raised her right hand vigorously.

The fairy sword that was deeply trapped in the whiteboard was lifted up by Qianqing little by little.

The dazzling white light shone on the sword body of the fairy sword, emitting a dazzling light.

Qian Qing said: "Come again."

Feng Zhaoming shook his head, pointed with his right hand, and all the spider threads connected to Taifu Queyan sword on Qianqing's wrist were broken.

The fairy sword that was about to fall floated in the air, approaching Qianqing.

Feng Zhaoming said softly: "If you can't find the seed of the Dao, it is absolutely impossible to win the nine questions and one move."

Qianqing was short of breath, and her heart was entangled in anxiety.

His physique is special, and his aptitude surpasses that of ordinary people. Ever since he climbed the Optimus Pillar, Qian Qing has become a peak foundation cultivator at an extremely fast speed.

However, the cultivation base is still here, and he has not broken through to the Golden Core cultivation base for a long time.

Dao species... Dao species... What exactly is Dao species!

Seeing Qianqing's unsteady expression, Feng Zhaoming sighed inaudibly and waved his sleeves.

A fiery red kit exuding a burst of immortality fell in front of Qianqing.

The kit opened automatically, and put the sword and spirit stones hanging in the air around Qianqing into it.

"If you insist on going and entering the Frozen Forest Wasteland, then open this kit to keep your trip safe." Feng Zhaoming looked at Qianqing quietly, paused, and said, "Immortal Baizang summons you to go to the Immortal Palace meet him."

Zhengyang Xianzong, Baizang Xiandian.

There is a smoke censer in the hall, which makes the place look like a fairyland.

Qianqing's war robe was torn by the battle just now, at this moment, he changed into apricot-colored plain clothes, and sat under Immortal Venerable Baizang.

While Baizang Xianzun was telling Qianqing about the frozen forest wasteland, Qianqing bandaged her own wound with one hand.

His internal organs were intact, except for the skin all over his body, which was cut by the spiritual energy produced by the impact of the two spiritual swords.The wound was subtle, not visible at first, but now it is slowly bleeding.

Qian Qing was covered in blood, quietly applied ointment and bandages on every wound.

His eyes were full of undiminished fighting spirit.