You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

In the dust from the direction where the sword energy came from, the sound of footsteps slowly rang out, accompanied by "dong, dong, dong".

I saw a figure walking slowly towards me.

A steady and powerful voice sounded:

"A big ship can bear heavy loads, and a strong horse can run far. And you are just a mortal who strayed into the Immortal Pond. You think you have seen a new world, so you think highly of yourself and think you are an immortal? In my opinion, you are just a fool who deceives yourself!"

The man had a loud voice, and every word he spoke was like pearls, resounding on every single landing, shaking the hearts of everyone present.

In that direction, a breeze suddenly blew, the dust dispersed, and a young man holding a wooden sword gradually appeared.

In the fierce fight with the skull, the boy's veil had already fallen off, revealing his tender face. His clothes were blown by his own breath, and his black hair fluttered slowly, making him look so detached from the world.

Based on these characteristics, everyone recognized that this young man was the mysterious masked man in black in Yu Qingxi's camp.

And this person is Chang Qing!

"He is still alive!" Everyone was amazed and shocked by Chang Qing's appearance, age and strength.

After Li Qinghe was hit by the sword light, his body kept shaking, as if he was in great pain.

His eyes were wide open and he let out groans. Even though the sword light did not hit him directly, the terrifying force had already caused a severe vibration to his internal organs, aggravating his injuries.

"Who are you?" Li Qinghe's voice was hoarse and low, full of confusion and fear.

Chang Qing responded calmly: "An ant in your opinion, a pariah in Xingyang, a warrior, a scholar, or, what you call an immortal!"

His voice was accompanied by the sound of footsteps, as if every step was stepping on Li Qinghe's heart.

As Chang Qing got closer, Li Qinghe's face became paler and paler. When he was about ten steps away, Li Qinghe finally couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible, it is impossible for a cultivator to be born in this world. You must be bluffing!"

Li Qinghe's words were full of disbelief and even a sense of self-deception.

Because he could clearly feel the overwhelming pressure from Chang Qing, he knew that he was no match for this person.

Chang Qing said lightly with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "Oh? You know about cultivators! Do you think you can be considered an immortal?"

Li Qinghe was stunned by the question. He understood that Changqing was mocking him.

Although he possesses great power, he cannot be considered a true practitioner.

His power comes from the relics of ascetics, not from his own practice.

However, Li Qinghe quickly reacted, and he forcefully defended himself, "So what if I'm not an immortal? With this power, I can build my own kingdom and become the immortal of this world!"

Changqing shook his head and sighed, "Another person lost in power."

He couldn't help but think in his heart: "Is power also one of the original sins?"

But then he rejected the idea: "No, strength is just pure strength. It is selfishness that taints the strength."

"Even those worshipped in the temples dare not call themselves immortals, so what can you and I be considered?"

Before Chang Qing finished speaking, he saw a skull surrounded by black air suddenly attacking his face. He quickly crossed his sword across his chest to defend himself.

Li Qinghe asked with a cryptic look: "So you're stopping me?"

Chang Qing shook his head, then nodded and said, "My goal is to make the people live in peace. Unfortunately, you are blocking the way."

Li Qinghe shouted sternly:

"Don't think that I will be afraid of you just because you are at a higher level than me. You should know that cultivation is only a way for mediocre people to improve their abilities, and I am naturally not one of them!"

After saying this, a hint of determination flashed across his face, as if he had made up his mind. He took out a few blood-patterned pills from his arms and swallowed them.

The elixir was very similar to the ones the worshippers ate, but it was also somewhat different, as it was more full of spiritual energy.

Under the observation of the spiritual eyes, the medicinal power of the elixir was actually rushing towards the remaining unopened meridians of Li Qinghe in a regular manner.

The medicinal power was very strong, and the cracks on the meridians became more and more dense.

"Forcibly opening up the meridians!" Chang Qing was a little surprised. It seemed that this was how he opened up his previous meridians.

Changqing was curious about the strangeness of the elixir, but he also felt that something was wrong.

He knew how fragile his meridians were after being tempered like that, let alone the meridians of an ordinary person.

Changqing felt as if he had heard of this situation somewhere before, but he could not find any result after thinking about it for a short period of time.

Watching Li Qinghe complete the opening of all twelve meridians in just a few breaths and reach the peak of meridian expansion, Chang Qing dispersed his distracting thoughts and took the lead in taking action.

Changqing disappeared from the spot in an instant and appeared behind Li Qinghe.

He swung his sword filled with spiritual energy and slashed fiercely at Li Qinghe's head. The powerful force caused the surrounding air to become distorted.

Li Qinghe reacted quickly. He dodged the sword by turning sideways. At the same time, he picked up a small black flag from his arms and attacked Changqing.

Li Qinghe sneered, the black flag fluttering in his hand, a cold and bloody aura emanated from his body, and instantly formed a huge black vortex.

When Changqing's wooden sword hit the vortex, a powerful suction force made it almost impossible for him to retreat.

He gritted his teeth, frantically drawing spiritual energy from his meridians to inject it into the sword, and used all his strength to shoot a stream of sword energy towards the vortex.

The moment the sword energy touched the vortex, the vortex dissipated and the sword energy continued to fly backwards.

At the same time, behind the vortex, Li Qinghe disappeared, and then suddenly appeared above Changqing's head.

He slapped his palm downwards, and a deep groove instantly appeared on the ground.

Changqing felt a huge pressure coming towards him. He was unable to resist this force and was pressed hard against the floor tiles.

With a loud bang, the floor tiles shattered, smoke and dust flew up, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

Li Qinghe was not careless. He looked around with red eyes and concentrated his attention.

He felt a weak airflow coming from below, and then an extremely dazzling green sword light flew towards him at a high speed. It was the Awakening Sword Technique.

Li Qinghe waved the black flag, and the blood-red light instantly condensed into a solid shield light. He tried his best to resist Chang Qing's green sword light.

The two collided, and the shield light flickered sharply, as if it would break at any time.

However, what was shocking was that the shield light was dispersed after lasting for a moment.

The remaining sword energy hit the black flag, making a dull sound, and was finally barely blocked.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing Changqing's figure.

A green aura surrounded him, and green energy flowed on the wooden sword, making him look extremely mysterious.

Li Qinghe's face was solemn. He couldn't believe that his cultivation was obviously much higher than Changqing's, but he felt so exhausted when resisting the opponent's sword energy.

"Impossible! My cultivation is much higher than yours, how could it be so difficult for me to resist even one of your sword energy?"

Li Qinghe's voice was full of disbelief.

Changqing did not answer, his eyes were calm and deep.

He noticed that the spiritual power in Li Qinghe's body was gradually decreasing. Obviously, Li Qinghe was unable to perform subtle manipulation of the spiritual energy and was only using it as a force.

This crude way of application leads to the rapid consumption of spiritual energy.

Chang Qing's mind moved, and he deliberately used a stream of ordinary blood energy disguised as sword energy to attack Li Qinghe.

Li Qinghe was fooled and activated the shield light to resist again.

This time, the shield light easily blocked the sword energy.

Li Qinghe showed a look of joy on his face. He thought that the terrifying sword energy just now was caused by a magic weapon, so he gradually relaxed his vigilance against Chang Qing.

However, Changqing did not give him a chance to breathe.

He swung the wooden sword and attacked Li Qinghe again.

This time, the wooden sword collided with the black flag, making a deafening noise.

Although Chang Qing was shocked and took a few steps back, he successfully blocked Li Qinghe's attack.

Li Qinghe's face turned gloomy. He didn't expect that Chang Qing could be so difficult to deal with despite the suppression of his cultivation.

A strong murderous intent surged in his heart, and he decided not to hold back and to completely eliminate this tough opponent.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Chang Qing and Li Qinghe moved quickly in the palace, their attacks constantly colliding, making bursts of explosions.

The surrounding buildings gradually collapsed during the duel, but no one cared about it. Everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the battlefield.

Chang Qing became more and more courageous as the battle went on. His wooden sword drew graceful arcs in the air, combining elegance and strength.

Li Qinghe became more and more anxious. He felt that the strength in his body was rapidly fading, and his attacks were becoming more and more rapid and weaker.

Sensing that the spiritual power in Li Qinghe's body was becoming increasingly thin, Chang Qing no longer showed weakness.

His aura suddenly became stronger, the light of the spiritual shield surrounding his body became dazzling, and the wooden sword in his hand was also completely dyed green, as if it had turned into a green divine sword, catching everyone's attention.

“It’s time to end it”

Changqing's voice was heard faintly, and it was very small, but in contrast to it was the crazy surging spiritual power in Changqing's body.

Final blow! !