He said, "Your idea is very good. My cultivation level is higher than yours, so you chose the wilderness as the battle place to restrict my cultivation level."

My body is extremely powerful, and you can rely on the magic sword to solve this problem, or even make me unable to use weapons, eliminating my advantage."

"But, you happened to miss one thing."

He said with murderous intent, "It has only been a hundred years since you were born, and I am already one thousand nine hundred and twenty-seven years old this year."

"Not a hundred years," Qin Yitian, who was silent not far away, heard Ying Jie's words and said in his heart: "Young master, he is only twenty-two years old this year."

Ying Jie continued, and he said seriously: "The time I spent fighting is even longer than your age."

"Why do you think that I, who have experienced hundreds of battles, will lose to a young boy like you in a confrontation where I can only use my body and moves to fight?"

His voice became louder and his whole body became more powerful.

A fierce killing intent and a high-spirited fighting spirit rose from Ying Jie's body.

The demon race is a race that is good at fighting and is not afraid of fighting.

"Since you want to fight, then let's fight."

Lu Qingshan stopped talking nonsense and walked with his sword.

The distance between the two people, which was not too long to begin with, was getting even closer at this moment.

Ying Jie concentrated his mind and moved in response to the sound, his body as light as a swallow, flying across the sky.

In terms of speed, he is faster than Lu Qingshan.

The physical defense is the most basic thing, but apart from that, even without using demonic energy and blood, his strength and speed are actually far superior to ordinary people.

At least much faster than Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan was not panicked about this.

He had expected it.

Although Ying Jie's strength and speed surpassed him, under the restrictions of the wilderness, he still could not exceed a limit, which was within his tolerance.

As long as strength and speed are not overwhelming, you can make up for it through skills.

Ying Jie has turned into a fierce afterimage, and in an instant, it has rushed in front of Lu Qingshan.

Dozens of fist shadows were waved out.

Lu Qingshan also came forward with a sword.

The sword shines brightly.

His sword quickly wins the world's fist step.

because.

The sword is longer.

In a very short period of time, Zhenmo found an opening in the continuous fist shadows and struck at Ying Jie's face.

Ying Jie's heart skipped a beat, his face tightened, and he tried to resist the attack.

Under normal circumstances, the thickness of his face should be enough.

However, this time is an exception.

At this moment, the three-foot sword blade was filled with green light, like a hot knife entering butter, cutting directly into Ying Jie's skin.

A slanting red mark suddenly appeared on his face where he was attacked by the demon-suppressing sword.

Those are sword marks.

His physical body is indeed very strong.

Therefore, under the sword blade, there was still almost no injury, only a red mark appeared.

But a moment later, among the red marks, there were fine drops of blood.

Supernatural power: Qinggang.

There is absolutely no "true damage" that cannot be completely exempted.

Ying Jie's fist finally arrived a step later.

Lu Qingshan took advantage of the situation and blocked the fist shadow with his sword.

It not only sheathes the sword, but also plays a defensive role.

boom!

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Even though Lu Qingshan was blocking him with his sword, he still fell backwards, his steps staggering and his energy and blood boiling.

Ying Jie's pure physical strength is so powerful that he can still gain a slight upper hand against Zhenmo with his fists.

However, Ying Jie also felt uncomfortable.

"This?!" He wiped away the blood on his face and felt a sharp pain in the wound.

Supernatural power: Destroy demons.

The damage caused to demons is increased by 100%.

Therefore, the pain at the wound is also particularly intense.

Both Demo and Qinggang are passive.

What is passive?

That is an effect that will always exist, even if Suppressing Demon has absorbed all his divine power at this time, it will still be the same.

Lu Qingshan said nothing and raised his sword again.

The edge of the demon-suppressing sword was raised, and the long sword made a clanging sound.

It's Zhenmo expressing his emotions.

"Cut him to pieces!"

The grumpy little brother suffered a little loss and became even more grumpy.

It obviously still remembers the melon boy Ying Jie who he just disliked a few days ago.

"Okay, then cut him." Lu Qingshan comforted him.

Lu Qingshan took action again, and three sword lights struck down in a zigzag manner, like a flash of thunder under thick dark clouds, as fast as a thundering thunder in the sky.

Zhanfeng and Qijue.

Without spiritual power, it cannot exert its power.

But Lu Qingshan has mastered these two moves and can use them at will.

Lu Qingshan moves like a dragon, suppressing the power of magic and walking through the shadows of fists.

Ying Jie pushed his knees to the ground at a 90-degree angle and sprinted forward, then struck Lu Qingshan's head with his fist.

Zhen Mo was raised from bottom to top, and the sword body trembled slightly as the swords and fists clashed.

Woo!

There was a gust of wind in Lu Qingshan's ears.

After Ying Jie took half a step back, he immediately moved forward and punched out again.

Even though it had been a long time since he had fought with only using moves to determine victory or defeat, Ying Jie adapted very quickly.

After nearly two thousand years of training, his fighting consciousness has indeed reached a terrifying level, and it is by no means just words.

Here, Lu Qingshan twisted his calf and let his body pass the shadow of the fist. Zhen Mo swept upward and lightly touched Ying Jie's throat.

Ying Jie seemed to be aware of it. He reached out to grab the sword as if he was blessed, and grabbed the blade directly into his hand.

Lu Qingshan's eyes turned cold and he twirled his sword vigorously.

Blue light reappears.

Blood beads shot out from Ying Jie's hand.

But Ying Jie's move is not completely meaningless.

In pain, he had no choice but to let go of his left hand holding the sword's edge, but his other hand had already made a fist and struck Lu Qingshan.

This punch was so powerful that the wind shook, as if he was preparing to blast Lu Qingshan's head with one punch.

In his haste, he had no time to dodge, Lu Qingshan raised his eyebrows, holding the Demon Suppressor in his hand with almost no restraint, and sheathed his sword to block him.

This punch was extremely violent, with the force of a mountain collapse, hitting Lu Qingshan's sword.

The first thing that was uncomfortable was Ying Jie.

How could he feel better when he used his fists to force the magic weapon to suppress the demon?

A scar visible to the bone is clearly visible.

However, Lu Qingshan also suffered a small loss.
To be continued...