Chapter 707: Not as Good as Trash

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In fact, it becomes clear when you think about it. Although Ling Yichen also asked Mo Kongyuan and others for advice, the time was too short after all. In comparison, Jiang Wuhen, who was born in the same Dzogchen realm and was born in a sect, had been influenced by his ears and eyes since he was a child. The understanding and artistic conception of martial arts must be much better than Ling Yichen's, otherwise it would be impossible to fight Ye Qingyun until now.

And after all, Mo Kongyuan has been immersed in martial arts for nearly a hundred years. No matter how he suppresses his strength, his century-old experience and artistic conception cannot be suppressed. Maybe it is just a simple sword movement and sword intention, which Ling Yichen needs to spend a lot of time to understand.

Ling Yichen watched the two fighting with concentration. Jiang Wuhen's fighting spirit was on par with Ling Yichen's, and the artistic conception of the sword's movements was easier to understand.

Gradually, Ling Yichen's mind gradually integrated into it, as if he was personally involved in it. Every swing of the long sword and the intertwining of the sword energy brought him a deep touch.

If Ye Qingyun's sword power is as gorgeous as the vast starry sky, then Jiang Wuhen's sword power is like the night wind passing by, seemingly invisible but everywhere. At this moment, Ling Yichen had a feeling that although they were using swords, they were actually separated from the sword itself, but integrated with the understanding of everything in the world.

This is their sword intent, but what about mine?

Unknowingly, there seemed to be a glimmer of enlightenment in Ling Yichen's mind, which became increasingly clear. Just like a silkworm cocoon that is about to burst open, revealing a gap, the gap is getting bigger and bigger, just waiting for the moment when the cocoon comes out of the cocoon.

Neither of the two people in the fight realized that a spiritual energy was quietly surging in the vast world, and a strange charm bloomed in Ling Yichen's cold eyes.

Around the two fighting people, the sword stars were getting denser and denser, but Jiang Wuhen's movement became more and more sluggish. Finally, with a muffled sound, Jiang Wuhen and his sword were slashed away by Ye Qingyun's sword. The thighs were dripping with blood.

Although his artistic conception of martial arts and swordsmanship is not bad, his strength is still one level behind his opponent after all.

"You just used the Qingfeng Sword Intention, right? I didn't expect that even your elder brother could not comprehend the Qingfeng Sword Intent, but you actually understood it. However, waste is waste. As a direct descendant of the sect, you only have the strength of Dzogchen. , So what if you have Qingfeng Sword Intent?" Ye Qingyun shook off the blood on the sword and said disdainfully.

"So what if it's trash? The Dzogchen realm alone can leave some marks on you. The Star Sword Formation is nothing more than that." Jiang Wuhen said calmly.

"What did you say!" Ye Qingyun followed Jiang Wuhen's mocking gaze and looked down. The clothes on his lower abdomen were cut, and a slanting sword wound was pulled down slantingly, and thin drops of blood emerged. The scar was so shallow that if Jiang Wuhen hadn't mentioned it, he would have barely felt the pain.

"Qing Wuhen, you loser, how dare you hurt me." Although the injury was so minor that it could be ignored, Ye Qingyun was furious. With his strength at the True Yuan Realm, he was wounded by the swords of two opponents at the Great Perfection Realm in just one hour, including Qing Wuhen, who had long been reduced to the sect's joke. How could he endure it?

"Even a piece of trash can hurt you, so who are you?" Jiang Wuhen sneered.

"Qing Wuhen, do you really think that I dare not kill you because you are from the Qingfeng Sect?" Ye Qingyun said with fire in his eyes.

"My name is Jiang Wuhen, and I have nothing to do with the Qingfeng Sect." Jiang Wuhen said with a cold expression.

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