"Bang!"

Gravel splashes and the earth cracks.

The young man who broke through the Xinjiang Sect cracked the ground with one blow and rushed straight to the girl of the Soul Control Sect.

The spear swung, bursts of flames, forming a fire curtain, sweeping towards the girl.

"break!"

The girl growled, and the black fog all over her body seemed to explode, and she looked like a hedgehog.

When the fire curtain came, it was directly pierced by the black fog, but the young man from Pojiang Sect was not mediocre. Everyone knew that the other party was so sensible to deal with it.

The fire curtain brought by the spear was broken, and the young man changed his move and made a horizontal draw with his backhand.

"Bang!"

"It's decided!"

Many people around shouted in hush.

The spear hit the girl's body and directly pulled it away like a baseball. The girl hit the tree and fainted. The black fog also dissipated in time, revealing the girl's true body inside.

She is a pretty pretty woman, but these have nothing to do with Yang Qing.

The play has been watched, and the next battle between Yang Qing and the young men of Pojiangmen was the last battle for Yang Qing.

"A good method to break the border!"

The old woman from the Soul Control Sect’s Yuanying compliments, then stretches out her hand and pulls the girl back from the air, feeding her a pill.

"Okay, OK, Old Dan, let your kid show off his hands! It's boring to hide it."

After waved his hand, the middle-aged man in black spoke to the Taoist alchemy.

"Yang Qing! Really treat the disciples of Pojiang Sect have extremely rich experience in fighting in front of the battle, so don't overturn the ship in the gutter."

He patted Yang Qing on the shoulder and the Taoist Dan spoke.

"My younger brother understand, don't worry, Mr. Dan."

After bowing his waist, Yang Qing walked out lightly.

"Yeah... haven't asked for advice yet?"

Yang Qing looked at the young man in black and said.

"Pojun!"

It seemed that he was cherishing words like gold. The young man in black just spoke two words and stopped talking. He just stared at Yang Qing. He thought he wanted to really get to know Yang Qing.

"Pojun? This name...hey, my name is Yang Qing! If you miss a move, I hope your brother-in-law will show mercy."

He shook his head with a smile, and Yang Qing bowed his hand.

Yang Qing remembers that the name Pojun is one of the seven stars of the Big Dipper. He has a strong personality, does his own way, and changes endlessly from the twists and turns! This can be seen from the battle just now, and the final blow is obviously the product of a mutation on the spot.

He took out the Hanguang Saber, and Yang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Po Jun in front of him. This guy has a rich combat experience. Although he is not bad in this regard, he is still more cautious.

Seeing that Yang Qing was very cautious and did not take action at all, Po Jun did not hesitate at all and acted first. The spear came out of the hole like a snake and stabbed Yang Qing fiercely.

On the other hand, Yang Qing gently stroked Han Guang and gently swayed, and then he pressed him down.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, one inch short and one inch dangerous.

In general, if Yang Qing doesn't press on her, she will be in a very passive state. If this continues, she will definitely be beaten to death.

The sword swept across, and Po Jun was not vague. The spear that stabbed forward changed its moves instantly and stepped on it, causing Yang Qing's sword to deviate from the direction of about half a meter.

"Sher!"

A sound of cloth tearing sounded, and Pojun's eyes shrank suddenly.

"What?!"

On the other hand, Yang Qing showed a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Do you really think my sword is so simple?"

The picture changed and returned to when Yang Qing took the chance to draw the turntable two days ago.

The pointer of the turntable finally stopped on a translucent sword shadow.

"Another long sword similar to Han Guang? It seems to be a loss! A huge loss!"

Yang Qing muttered with a bitter face.

And the sound of the system came from my ears.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a top-quality sword soul!"

"The best sword soul?"

Yang Qing raised his eyebrows. This thing is novel and has never heard of it.

He took out the so-called top-quality sword soul with his hand, and Yang Qing carefully observed it.

On the side, the system began to explain the effects of the top-quality sword soul to Yang Qing.

"The best sword soul, if there is no inheritance, is very weak, but once attached to the sword, the host's attack ability will increase exponentially! It can increase the host's sword intent by nearly 50%! It is a special spiritual treasure!"

...

"Sword Soul? This kid even has this thing? Is there such a rich family background?"

Taoist Dan looked at Han Guang in Yang Qing's hand and muttered in a low voice.

The middle-aged man in black opposite also felt a little embarrassed. He probably knew it. Po Jun was afraid that he would lose.

"Stop the Prison!"

Po Jun roared, and a touch of bright red on his shoulder slowly oozed out, a little dazzling.

The spear was covered with a faint layer of blood and a murderous intent spread out, making Yang Qing feel like she was facing Bai Qi at the beginning.

"Tsk, fortunately, I've dealt with it a long time ago, otherwise my body would be stiff."

Yang Qing licked his lips, but instead of retreating, he forced himself to press on.

With the bonus of the top-quality sword soul, Yang Qing's swordsmanship even reached the fifth level!

The violent sword intent scattered everywhere, and the energy pierced through the void. The Pojun on the opposite side could not withstand this intensive offensive even if he had rich combat experience.

In just an instant, three or four qi rays penetrated through the body.

Blood could not help but seep out. Although Po Jun could ignore the pain of the wound, he could not withstand the fatigue of a large amount of blood loss!

Gradually, Pojun's attack became slower and more powerless.

Yang Qing became more and more relaxed in dealing with it.

"You have no chance, give up."

Yang Qing couldn't help but speak out against Pojun, who could still fight in such a state.

Yang Qing hasn't seen such willpower in a long time.

The blood in his body was probably lost 30%. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fainted long ago. But Po Jun was still persisting and was extremely rigorous in offense and defense. Obviously, his mind was not panicked by a lot of blood loss.

"The last move!"

"I have only used this move once since I developed it! I successfully killed a powerful man with a half-step golden elixir that time, and I can't fully control it myself, so be careful."

With one shot, Po Jun retreated for more than ten meters, with a very serious expression.

"Oh? Then come!"

Seeing Pojun retreating, Yang Qing didn't chase him, but just looked at him quietly, stretched out a hand, and signaled him to perform...
Chapter completed!