The sword thrust out, the person falling to the ground, the atmosphere in the tomb was extremely tense, and the feeling of danger was imminent.
The sword tip, as clear as autumn water, was pushed forward a little further, successfully leaving a scratch on Cheng Jing's neck.
The gurgling blood flowed out, but it quickly slipped from the sword tip, leaving no trace of the bright and clear sword.
The sword body is not contaminated at all.
The same goes for the man holding the sword.
He is dressed in black robes, majestic and scornful of the world.
He is only half a foot away from Cheng Jing, but this half battle is the distance between life and death.
The moment the sword tip penetrated completely, a whining sound came from nowhere, a cold air quickly filled the tomb, and the candlelight in the room swayed everywhere.
Little sparks overflowed from the lamp and slowly floated in the air.
The lights are slowly burning, just like the starry sky in the summer night, with a shocking beauty.
There are more and more sparks, but the brightness of those lamps is getting smaller and smaller, until the candle flame is completely extinguished.
Darkness descended on this space, but was expelled by the floating sparks.
The smell of blood mixed in the candlelight, slowly spreading, and the fishy-sweet smell gradually surrounded everyone's noses.
The smell of today's temptation and depravity made people unable to help but smell it again and again.
But Chang Li's expression became cold the moment the sweet smell appeared.
This coldness was not like the coldness that was a bit contemptuous when facing Cheng Jing, but a coldness with disgust and disgust.
He waved his sleeves fiercely, and suddenly the candlelight surrounding him was dispersed.
He was buried alone in the darkness, as if abandoned by the world.
The moment Cheng Jing waved his sleeves at Changli, his eyes flashed violently.
He rolled on the ground and escaped from Changli's sword domain.
When the shadow of death was a little further away from him, he took a breath and slowly stood up, holding on to the wall.
Every time he moved there was a fit of coughing, while his fellow teachers were still lying on the ground.
Chang Li raised his hand and pointed the tip of his sword at Cheng Jing.
Cheng Jing raised the corners of his mouth, with a pale and energetic smile, just like the flower of the other side reincarnated again, with a kind of relief and determination.
Until this moment, Cheng Jing truly recognized Changli as the enemy he must eradicate.
In the past, because of Chang Li's indifferent attitude, Cheng Jing had always regarded him as a powerful senior, a friend with whom he could communicate briefly, and a teacher who taught him knowledge, rather than an opponent who wanted to decide life and death.
Chang Li drew his sword again, but this time, the invisible will suddenly descended.
It drove the candlelight in mid-air to gather around Chang Li and gnawed the sword energy that Chang Li wielded.
They It even attached to Chang Li's sword body, trying to engulf it.
Chang Li raised his hand and swung his sword fiercely, and all the candlelight attached to the sword was immediately scattered.
The tip of the sword circled half a circle in mid-air, and a vacuum zone suddenly formed around him, and no candlelight could enter.
The layer of concealment in his light and tranquil eyes faded at this time, revealing the ruthlessness and indifference inside.
When Cheng Jing caught a glimpse of such a look, he felt a little enlightened.
This is not the first time he has seen Changli look like this, but this is the most aggressive time he has seen Changli.
Changli had never concealed it in front of him, but Cheng Jing didn't really discern his true intention until now.
He had to sigh.
Even if you know that some people have bad intentions, you are still willing to think about them in a good direction, because he himself is on the good side.
The sharp sword energy emanated from the sword body, which was like autumn water, and hunted towards the surrounding candlelights.
The candlelights were strangled one by one, and soon, the brightness in the room dropped.
Even though the person who was strangled was Zhu Hua who stood in his camp, Cheng Jing still had to sigh.
Chang Li's posture of wielding the sword was very graceful, as beautiful as a heavenly being enjoying himself in the sea of clouds.
Just when the candle was about to be completely extinguished, the sweet smell filling the room suddenly expanded.
A bronze lamp suddenly lit up and then went out, causing the sweet smell to boil suddenly.
That lamp was the Qingming Lamp.
A familiar Taoist spirit pervades this tomb, faintly connected with Cheng Jing, the short and fat Taoist priest, the skinny Taoist priest, and Qingming Lantern.
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The Taoist spirit of forgetting the outside and loving the inside is exactly what Yu Qingdao inherited.
Fundamental Taoism.
But this Taoist meaning is somewhat similar to what Changli once taught Cheng Jing.
Cheng Jing couldn't help but recall that when he got along with Changli, what Changli taught him did not conflict with what he had learned before.
Only then did he realize that maybe what Changli said was different from what they had learned.
Yu Qingdao is telling the truth if he is related.
He thought of the Qingming Lantern that could be used freely by Changli, and of the Huangquan coffin that sealed Changli.
Cheng Jing suddenly had a guess in his mind.
Could it be that Changli was really betrayed by someone from Yuqing Dao, and then sealed here?
In the underground palace?
He couldn't help but shout, "Senior."
Chang Li stood at the other end of the candlelight, with a bone-chilling chill on his pale face.
A trace of red light seeped into his eyes, making his clear eyes even more ferocious.
He said coldly.
"Draw out your sword," the words sounded like glaciers soaked in thousands of years, and the coldness was so cold that it chilled people's hearts.
Cheng Jing's impetuous mind slowly calmed down, and he thought bitterly, so what if it was, so what if it wasn't, the senior had never put Yu Qingdao in his eyes.
His so-called entanglement was just a joke in that person's eyes.
With no worries in his mind anymore, Cheng Jing picked up the sword at his side again.
The candles floating in the air, Buddha felt his will, swarmed around them.
The candle flame was extinguished little by little, and then turned into a burst of sweet smoke that penetrated into Cheng Jing's body.
Cheng Jing felt that his injury was slowly improving.
He took a deep breath, poured all his will into the sword, and then said, "Senior, please."
In the tomb that was completely plunged into darkness, there was a sound of long swords clashing.
The crisp sound kept flashing in the tomb, giving off a frightening smell.
The people sheltered by the darkness pricked up their ears and listened to what was going on over there, trying to use their experience to identify whether Cheng Jing was at an advantage or at a disadvantage, but their experience was completely useless to these two people.
Cheng Jing, who was in the dark, could clearly feel his disadvantage.
But he was not instantly defeated by the fierce sword force.
He barely resisted Chang Li's sword moves, barely found a way out from Chang Li's attack, barely found Chang Li's flaw and attacked.
With such reluctance, Cheng Jing was actually in Chang Li's hands.
It lasted hundreds of moves
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