Zhuo Rusui was very excited, shouting loudly, and even the ending sound was broken, which sounded a bit ridiculous.

What he said is even more ridiculous.

Everyone knows that Jing Jiu held the immortal talisman in his left hand and could not let go, so he could only carry it behind his back. When he said this, it seemed like Qilin had really put one hand in his hand.

Moreover, sword cultivators in the Youye Realm no longer need the assistance of sword techniques. What is the difference between one hand and two hands?

Qilin ignored this crazy and lowered his head and did not dare to look at his Qingshan disciple. He stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "It's right here?"

Zhao Layue suddenly spoke, "I have lived for tens of thousands of years and cannot even control my strength. Whose age has you lived?"

She had been silent for a long time and suddenly said sarcastic words that she would never say in normal times because she was really nervous at this time.

She didn't know what Fang Jingyuan meant to Jing Jiu, but she believed that Jing Jiu should be more beneficial here.

"I haven't lived to your dog anyway."

Qilin said something indifferently, and ignored the crazy crazy ones, but kept looking at the Qingshan disciple in a hall in the distance and asked, "Start?"

When he spoke, he always stared at Jing Jiu's eyes and Zhenren Bai were both suspicious of Jing Jiu's origin. If the other party was really Jing Yang's rebirth, it would not be an exaggeration to pay attention to it, even if the other party is just a gaze in the middle of the wilderness, he can kill it with just a blink of an eye.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, his wrist moved slightly, and the tip of the Black Iron Sword was slightly raised upwards.

This action is very casual and calm, hiding extreme confidence, and in Qilin's view, it is naturally extremely provocative.

Qilin looked indifferent, flicked his right hand lightly, and a straight line like smoke and dust attacked Jing Jiu's face.

This smoke seems extremely thin, but it gives people an extremely terrifying feeling, as if it is as heavy as a mountain.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly, and she knew that she could not handle it.

The most important thing is that even if she wants to resist with the Fox Sword, she will not have time to draw the sword.

Qilin's seemingly random movements were actually as fast as lightning. The people in Jingyuan didn't even see when he raised his hand, when he leaned his fingers, and when he popped up.

Time seems to set at this moment.

He did suppress his realm in the Nascent Soul Stage, and his supernatural powers were still terrifying.

He has unimaginable power and naturally has unmatched speed.

No matter from any angle, Jing Jiu could not avoid Qilin's finger, even if his Netherworld Immortal Sword is mysterious and unpredictable.

But he blocked it.

When Qilin stared at his eyes, he was also looking at Qilin.

What he saw was not Qilin's hands, not Qilin's shoulders, nor the traces of Qilin's clothes being brought by the wind, but Qilin's eyes.

Qilin's eyes moved slightly, and he moved, and he calculated in advance the place where the finger fell.

The wide and ugly black iron sword broke through the air, blocking his body like a piece of armor, covering his eyes and the sky.

Even the sky can be covered, so naturally nothing can pass through it.

The light smoke fell accurately on the black iron sword.

The molten dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to become elastic, slung slightly, and then quickly bounced back.

The power like substance continued to go to the sword, spread everywhere, and finally returned to the air again, shaking out more than ten invisible waves of air.

Finally, all this is presented in the form of sound.

There was a light bang, and then it turned into a terrifying roar in a very short time!

Boom! It's like a thunder blew up on the ground.

Even if the bells of all the Zen temples in the world ring at the same time, they cannot be covered!

The air waves roll up everything in the quiet garden, and smoke and dust are rippling.

Zhuo Rusui's face was pale.

Xi Yiyun spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Bai Qianjun groaned and took two steps out.

This is the result of the fact that the monk from the Sea Crossing Monk and the Monk of Dachang took action to isolate it.

How much divine power does that finger like light smoke contain?

...

...

A snap of your fingers.

The sound moves nine days.

All the monks in Guocheng Temple heard this and walked out of the hall, looking in confusion towards the backyard.

The villagers outside the temple were preparing for the New Year to hear it clearly, and were shocked to think about the thunder that was thunder in which village was making such a noise.

In the vegetable garden, Liu Shisui was a little worried when he heard the loud noise, so he could naturally hear that it was not a thunder.

Xiaohe looked at his expression and whispered: "Why...you're going to have a look?"

Liu Shisui was silent for a while, picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat, and said, "Young Master doesn't let me go, so there is naturally his reason. I'll listen to him."

Xiaohe didn't understand and asked, "Aren't you afraid something happened to him?"

Liu Shisui picked up chopsticks and shredded beef and stirred into the rice. He took a big bite hard and said vaguely: "Young Master will be fine."

...

...

Jing Jiu has something to do.

As the smoke and dust fell, he was no longer in place, but retreated and "entered" into the rain corridor...

His body knocked the rain corridor several feet deep into the gap, as if he was deeply in.

More than ten light but clear sword intents were emitting as his hair and clothes fluttered, and the innate invisible sword body had already appeared.

Qilin just pointed at random and forced him to emit all his sword intent.

Yes, Qilin did only use his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, but his body is really... too powerful.

As I once said, he is the top of Chaotian Continent, except for the one from Snow Country.

But what really shocked the people in Jingyuan was not the power of Qilin, because that was well-known, but... Jing Jiu did not fall down.

Jing Jiu walked out of the rain corridor, wood chips scattered from his clothes, and blood overflowed along the corners of his lips.

He raised his left hand holding the immortal talisman, wiped off the blood from the corner of his lips, and then burned it into blue smoke without leaving any trace.

No one noticed that a few strands of blue smoke penetrated into the cracks of his left fingers.

Looking at this scene, Xi Yiyun was speechless in shock, and Bai Qianjun was even more shocked that Jing Jiu was able to catch the attack of Qilin!

Qilin narrowed his eyes slightly and took a step forward.

At this moment, a sudden shout sounded in the quiet garden.

"First strike!"

The person who called out was Zhuo Rusui, and he still shouted that everyone knew.

He didn't want to dilute the tension between the scenes, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and buy Jing Jiu some time to reply.

Until this moment, he still didn't raise his head and looked at the black iron sword next to Jing Jiuchui, thinking that the sword should have been broken, right?

As we all know, Jing Jiu inherited the sword of Master Mo from Shiyuefeng back then.

There is nothing special about this iron sword, except that it is a bit magnificent.

As Jing Jiu's realm grew higher and higher, more and more people felt a pity for him, thinking that this iron sword was not worthy of him, and Zhuo Rusui always thought so.

With a light sound, a crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then gradually expanded.

Looking at this scene, Zhuo Rusui was helpless and thought that she had said a long time ago that your sword was not good, what else could it be for except for some poison?

"How dare you point at me like this broken copper and iron?" Qilin said, staring at Jing Jiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu didn't say anything and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

With a bang, the heavy object fell to the ground.

It was not that the iron sword was broken, but that a piece of rust and dirt on the iron sword was peeled off, and it fell to the ground like a stone, cracking into several pieces.

Later, will the iron sword crack into pieces like this piece of rust?

Jing Jiu was seriously injured, but he was not afraid. He still pointed at the Qilin with his sword. As his wrist vibrated, the sword's head rose and fell slightly.

Bai Qianjun saw something else and was extremely angry and thought to himself that you were fishing? How rude is he actually dared to do such an action to the mountain-stricken beast in my school!

As the iron sword undulates, the black, heavy and ugly aged rust peels off a little, revealing some bright spots.

Suddenly the wind blew, Jing Jiu's figure suddenly faded, and he came to the sky outside the Jingyuan, and then flashed like a candlelight, and then landed on the mountain several miles away.

This kind of body technique is strange and unpredictable, and the speed is extremely fast. Even the Zhongzhou School's heaven and earth escape technique is so extreme.

The people in Jingyuan naturally don’t know the existence of the Netherworld Immortal Sword, and wondered if the legendary innate sword body actually has such magical powers?
To be continued...