"Zheng"!

The clone, Li Qinglian, swung her vertical sword downwards and directly clashed with Song Que's slashed sword.

The two suddenly reunited, and in the blink of an eye, the swords clashed more than ten times. The only sound in the sharpening hall was the sound of strong wind.

If someone is watching the battle, Song Que's every strike seems to be simple and simple. However, when the sword rises and falls, there are thousands of changes. It is impossible to grasp its whereabouts and can only be used as a warning. And the clone Li Qinglian's

The swordsmanship is like a horse flying in the sky, an antelope hangs its horns, there is no trace to follow, the magic is seen in the ordinary, the small strokes are freehand, and the magic in it is no less than the "Heavenly Sword" opposite.

After more than three hundred blows with Song Que, whether it was light or heavy, speed or speed, which could be attacked from any angle, from the point of view of sword and sword skills alone, the two of them could be said to be matched in chess, and would meet a good talent.

Unfortunately, the clone Li Qinglian sensed at this time that Song Que's inner energy was almost exhausted and could not be replenished.

At that time, Song Que still had some strength left, and suddenly turned around, using the thick-backed knife in his hand to swipe at his opponent's long sword.

"when"!

This move was so wonderful that just when he was spinning, Song Que used the power of the spiral to miraculously escape from the range enveloped by the sharp wind of Li Qinglian's sword, and then threw himself at the place where Li Qinglian's sword was at its strongest, where the clone...

Li Qinglian was forced to stab him forcefully. Every time he went in and out, his sword skills were like a horse flying in the air, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, Song Que struck out at the clone Li Qinglian from three different angles with three consecutive knives without any gaps in between.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Swords clash.

Song Que grunted, and even brought a sword to the clone Li Qinglian's Green Lotus Sword, which made him stagger and fall back three steps, but it also blocked the clone Li Qinglian's rear move.

As for the clone Li Qinglian, she was very considerate and took three steps back like Song Que.

Song Que smiled and said: "It's so happy! It's so happy! I've never felt so happy."

Seeing that Song Que's face had lost its rosy color, his avatar Li Qinglian pointed his sword at the top three masters in this world, but did not take advantage of the opportunity to pursue him. He smiled calmly and said: "The changes in the master's sword are exquisite and the sword's intention is pure. It's a pity that

I'm still half stagnant, and coupled with my natural strength, it's hard to win with force~"

There was some helplessness in my heart: "I have already reduced a lot of my strength, and the sharpness of the Qinglian Sword's martial spirit has also been controlled by me. Otherwise, if my physical strength is fully activated, I can cut your sword with just one sword.

You cut it like a vegetable. With nearly 500,000 kilograms of strength, are you kidding me?"

"Ha!" Song Que's expression returned to normal. It was only at this moment that the blood in his body was churning and his sore and numb arms finally recovered. He shook his head and said, "Winning is victory, and defeat is defeat! Song is not a person who cannot afford to lose.

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Seeing that Song Que was interested in continuing the conversation, the clone Li Qinglian was satisfied with the outcome of the previous fight.
Chapter completed!