"Puchi!"

The man burst into a sprint, swung his sword in the air, and his sword energy was like a rainbow.︾,

A sword light hit Qi Xiang's neck, with a sharp move and showing its sharpness.

"It's not good if you're so anxious to silence me."

Qi Xiang smiled, and gently leaped onto the cliff beside her. The sword failed, but the man chased her relentlessly. The sword light turned and ran towards Qi Xiang again.

For a moment, the two men began a chasing battle on the steep cliff.

However, it seems that Qi Xiang's light skills are a little better than that person.

After chasing for more than ten minutes, the man's aura became a little disordered, so he stopped and cursed: "Bastard, can't you fight me upright?"

"OK!"

Qi Xiang nodded happily and said, "But, what are the benefits of me if I beat you?"

"Just, can you beat me?"

The man snorted coldly, and with a casual sword, he grabbed a fly that flew into his waist and cut it off, and then said coldly: "If you win... I will tell you what you want to know."

"If you lose..."

The man's eyes froze: "Then stay and bury it here."

"What a murderous intent."

Qi Xiang tskated: "You just said that you are a Taoist priest, and I don't look like you."

"Why don't you look like, I'm... a monk!"

While speaking, the man waved his hand and threw his sword out.

"Swoosh..."

The sword was like a dragon, floating in the air. In a blink of an eye, it came to the sky above Qi Xiang's head and circled strangely.

"Sword-controlling skills!"

Qi Xiang was shocked. He realized that this was the real sword-control technique, not the copycat version of sword-control technique with the sword-control technique hanging from the sword-tail.

If it is really a sword-controlling technique, you must not be taken lightly.

At the right time, Qi Xiang's heart sank, but he did not rush to dodge. After all, under the control of sword control, the sword is like flying lightning. No matter how fast the lightning skills are, it is not as fast as lightning. The happier you run, the faster you die.

On the contrary, the safest way to deal with changes is to respond to changes in the world.

"Boy, are you afraid..."

At the same time, the man spoke, easily and said freely: "If you are tactful, please admit defeat quickly so as not to suffer."

"So awesome?"

Qi Xiang felt intuition that something seemed wrong.

There are only two kinds of techniques for controlling swords. One is to use energy to control the sword, and the other is to use spirit to control the sword.

It is relatively simple to use energy to control the sword.

Refine the flying sword into sword pills and nourish it in your body. When you need it, open your mouth and spray it, and a ray of sword light flew out. Within a radius of several miles, people and animals can be killed.

The scope of using God to control the sword is relatively wide. In legend, a flying sword takes the head thousands of miles away, which means using God to control the sword.

After all, when the flying sword is thousands of miles away, people's eyes will definitely not be able to see that far. Only by attaching spiritual consciousness, spiritual thoughts and souls can they accurately distinguish the target and kill the enemy with one sword.

However, whether it is to use energy to control the sword or to use god to control the sword, the key is... strength.

That's right, it's strength.

Qi Xiang flashed with inspiration. Finally, she understood something was wrong.

The man's strength should not be as strong as being able to control a sword. Otherwise, why would he have to say so much nonsense to him and slash him directly with one sword, which would be enough to make him in a hurry and feel very embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiang curled a smile on her lips: "Your trick is good."

"A trick?"

The man blinked his eyes and then laughed: "Ha, ha, ha... I don't know how to live or die, then go to die."

"kill……"

At the man's order, the long sword flying in the sky immediately turned around, and then stabbed Qi Xiang directly under the ribs at a tricky angle.

The sword light sucked and spitted, and the light flashed, very sharp.

However, after Qi Xiang felt a little, he became more sure of his judgment.

Although this is not a trick, it is indeed not a sword-controlling technique.

The real sword-control technique is definitely not that bad.

"Chew!"

While Qi Xiang was thinking, the tip of the sword had already hit, and his spirit was inspiring.

In the midst of lightning, Qi Xiang's eyes narrowed and suddenly turned around. While avoiding the flying sword, he grabbed the fleeting gap. His palm gently pulled it, and his five fingers fell on the hilt of the sword, and the lock was as tight as a lock.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword fell on Qi Xiang's hand.

"ah……"

The man was startled and shouted: "Let go, let go..."

Obviously, Qi Xiang would not listen to him.

Qi Xiang tightly squeezed his five fingers and held the sword in his hand. At the same time, a shiny stream of light was constantly floating on the sword body, causing the sword body to tremble slightly.

A stream of pulling force came from the sword.

However, Qi Xiang's arms were like blocking the river's big lock, as stable as Mount Tai.

No matter how long sword struggled, it could not escape his control.

"...Okay, I admit that I underestimate you."

Seeing this, the man's face was calm and he suddenly shouted: "Come back..."

"Puchi!"

In an instant, in Qi Xiang's eyes, a cloud of fog suddenly appeared in the long sword in his hand.

The fog was a bit like a ball. It rolled in the air and flew back to the man. First, it circled around the man and then got into his arms.

After losing the fog, the sword, which had already revealed its sharp edge and shining cold light, immediately became ordinary. The sword light slowly dimmed and its sharpness disappeared.

That situation is like a top-level magic weapon that instantly falls into a mortal iron.

"Soldier soul?"

At first glance, Qi Xiang was stunned and then suddenly realized: "So it's a Taoist soldier. Hey, I didn't expect that Taoist soldier... could still be used like this?"

Qi Xiang thought about it and realized that ordinary Taoist soldiers must not be used like this, but through special methods, specially cultivated Taoist soldiers can naturally be attached to the objects.

Taoist soldiers merged into the weapons and followed the master's instructions, like an arm instructing him.

From a certain perspective, this is also considered a sword master.

but……

Qi Xiang smiled and said, "Your Taoist soldiers are too weak. Moreover, the method of controlling swords should not be used like this..."

"How to use it, that's my business. You don't need to talk too much."

The man also felt embarrassed, so he said with a stern face: "Boy, I admit that you have two tricks. But I want to tell you that my best is not swordsmanship..."

"Not swordsmanship. What is that?"

Qi Xiang held up the sword and waved it gently. The sword was of good quality, made of fine steel, and it was three-foot green edge. Although it could not be compared with the sharp magic weapon, cutting wood and bones should not be a problem.

"I am a Taoist priest, and what I am best at... is naturally Taoist rituals."

The man had a solemn expression and said in a deep voice: "Qingcheng. Mu Qingshan, please give me advice!"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped his pockets, and amid the clamor, pieces of paper talismans were scattered in the sky like flying butterflies.

"Tactic array..."

Monk Huang Feng, who was watching nearby, was shocked. He did not expect that Mu Qingshan was really a Taoist priest. And he was also a Taoist priest who was good at talismans.

Not easy to mess with...

At this time, Monk Huang Feng felt a strong sense of fear.

The two schools of Buddhism and Taoism have begun to be entangled since the Eastern Han Dynasty’s Buddhist teachings were spreading eastward.

Since its inheritance, the two religions have been loved and killed each other. Sometimes they destroy Buddha, sometimes they destroy Taoism. They are all the other party making trouble.

However, sometimes, the two religions join forces to make other sects so that even the Taoist dynasties disappear, and they can only find traces in history books.

Therefore, as a monk, Monk Huang Feng naturally knew that Taoist priests who were both monks and were good at talismans were so terrible.

Working with it is really a matter of trying to get a tiger into a slut.
To be continued...