So fast!

Looking at this scene, the people in Jingyuan were shocked and speechless.

Zhuo Rusui didn't see it, and only then did he hear the sound of Jian Breaking the Kong.

Bai Qianjun's face was ashamed, knowing that if he was standing opposite Jing Jiu, he would have been killed by a sword at this time.

The word fast sometimes describes the sharpness, but more often it is used to describe speed.

The universe's sharp sword dirt has been removed and has become much thinner. It is like a piece of paper, and you can fully utilize your speed and sharpness.

Its sharpness should not be as sharp as the Bu Er Sword, but its speed is faster than the Bu Er Sword.

Its speed should not be as fast as Fox, but it is more lethal than Fox.

In a sense, the cosmic front forms a perfect balance in speed and sharpness, which is extremely suitable for Jing Jiu's Netherworld Immortal Sword.

So much so that Qilin was still stabbed by him in one fell swoop when he was already prepared.

"What's the point?"

Qilin looked at the sword shadows brought by Jing Jiu's shirt and said indifferently: "Although both you and your sword are fast enough, they are still not strong enough."

As the highest ancient divine beast on the continent, it still has a divine body after transforming into a human. The universe edge is already extremely powerful and can actually break his skin, but it cannot bring deeper wounds in the end. Even if there are thousands of such wounds, even if it shed thousands of drops of blood, what can it do?

The strong wind suddenly rose in the quiet garden, because Qilin took a deep breath.

He has been accumulating momentum for a long time, and the next one must be a thunderous attack. How can Jing Jiu catch it?

The afterimage brought by Jing Jiu's clothes suddenly dissipated and disappeared from the spot, and he was about to leave Jingyuan.

Since there is no way to catch it, then leave first and avoid the Jingyuan filled with ancient pressure. If any fast sword cultivator would have made such a choice at this moment, the monk Duhai was a little worried because he knew that Jing Jiu was not an ordinary sword cultivator and guessed that he should be preparing to take risks.

Qilin snorted coldly, and the pressure rose from the ground, directly sealing the road to the sky.

With a bang, Jingyuan's door was broken, and Jing Jiu came outside with more than ten sword lights.

The kilin turned into a clear light and then left, with no speed at all, even faster and full of power.

Today, there are many ordinary monks who perform rituals and recite scriptures outside the Jingyuan. They are evacuating at this time and have not had time to completely evacuate.

The kirin came with pressure, rolling up countless strong winds, the wind blew and fell leaves and gravel. The sky was dark and the earth was in chaos. I don’t know how many monks fell to the ground, their heads were bleeding.

The formation of Guocheng Temple has finally started.

Accompanied by countless chants and wooden fish, about 3,000 scripture characters rose from various temples, meditation rooms, and stone pagodas to the sky, turning into Buddha fire all over the sky.

The Open Fire Venerable Mountain Protection Formation!

This formation completely separates the surrounding area of ​​Jingyuan and seals everything inside. Even if the Qilin wants to break the formation, it will take some time.

Qilin ignored these things at all and still chased Jing Jiu. Wherever he passed, a big tree fell to the ground, and the ancient bell fell to the ground.

Jing Jiu travels through the three thousand Buddhist teachings, like a ghost and a charm, and sometimes even like a Buddha fire.

The mountain protection formation of the Open Fire Venerable prevented him from leaving Guocheng Temple, but in a relatively small range, the strange body techniques of the Netherworld Immortal Sword brought him many benefits.

Facing Qilin's pursuit, he had been able to hold on for a while, but he was unable to get rid of the other party.

The one in the Buddha fire in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the clear light that followed also disappeared.

A soft sound was heard.

Jing Jiu and Qilin's figures appeared.

The sword in his hand had been inserted into Qilin's chest, and blood kept flowing out.

The universe's edge pierced into Qilin's body but it was not deep, so it touched a few inches, but why did Qilin avoid this sword?

The door of Jingyuan had been destroyed, and the monk from the sea saw the scene at that moment.

The Buddha's fire was annihilated, and Jing Jiu appeared and raised the sword in his hand.

The clear light disappeared, the Qilin appeared, and took several steps forward.

In a sense, it was not that Jing Jiu stabbed Qilin's sword, but that Qilin hit the sword.

It's like a rabbit hitting a tree, and someone hitting something.

This scene is a bit ridiculous, which means that Jing Jiu has achieved true movements.

Not to mention the state of mind, this kind of body movement is really unimaginable.

Qilin was not angry because of his injury, and there was no pain in his deep eyes, and he was still indifferent.

"Do you think your plan has succeeded? Don't forget, I haven't taken action yet."

The pursuit between the Buddha fire in the sky was just the pursuit in the first half, and the Qilin had not used the third attack that had been accumulating for a long time.

Jing Jiu felt the unshakable feeling of the sword body being connected like a giant mountain, and knew that the other party was locking the universe front with the Qilin divine body.

With his current realm and strength, he could not pull the universe forward out of the Qilin's body. Now he has three choices: one is to abandon the sword and walk, the other is to explode all the sword elements, and strive to allow the universe forward to penetrate the Qilin's body and truly hurt him seriously. The third is to stand in place, hold the hilt of the sword, and wait to bear the most terrifying blow of the Qilin.

He chose the third one, even if it is very likely to be smashed into meat paste.

"If you can reach the peak of the Sea Breaking Realm, or hold this sword, it will make me feel a little scared, but after all, you are just a weak person now, so..."

Qilin did not take action, and continued to increase his momentum and pressure until the highest, before shouting: "Go to die!"

As he finished speaking, he punched Jing Jiu in the face.

A seemingly simple punch contains the weight of a real mountain, and the fist of a Kirin is even more terrifying than an ordinary magic weapon.

Facing such a terrifying fist, Jing Jiu took a half step back without any emotional fluctuations, revealing his left hand that was always behind him.

Several extremely faint golden light leaked out from his fingers, emitting an intoxicating and far superior to the spring breeze.

That's fairy spirit.

The entire world of cultivation knows that Jing Jiu held the immortal talisman in his left hand and never let go.

From the end of the Ask for the Dao Conference, he has been in full six years.

The immortal talisman seemed to have merged into his left hand.

Looking at the scene outside the Jingyuan, Bai Qianjun remembered the scene outside the Qingtianjian six years ago.

At that time, he punched Jing Jiu, but almost broke his bones all over his body. Fortunately, he was rescued by Zhenren Bai.

Does Jing Jiu want to use the same trick again?

Bai Qianjun thought coldly, if you think that holding the fist of the immortal talisman can be compared with the fist of the Qilin ancestor, then you really deserve to die.

Many people say that thinking is the fastest thing in the world, but since thinking takes time, there are naturally differences in speed. Jing Jiu's deduction and calculation speed is extremely fast, which does not mean that everyone is the same. In fact, the thinking speed of most people in the world is definitely not as good as Qilin and his punching speed.

When the previous thought flashed through Bai Qianjun's mind, Jing Jiu's left fist had already met Qilin's fist.

There was no air waves splashing, no smoke and dust, and there was not even a huge roar of impact.

His and Qilin's mastery of power has reached the peak level of this world, and all the power is given to each other without a trace of leakage.

There was only a light sound.

Then there was the sound of the earth being torn apart.

It's a real tear.

A very deep gully appeared on the bluestone ground, leading to the quiet garden.

Jing Jiu lay at the end of the ravine, his expression still calm, but his face was extremely pale, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his phalanx, wrist bones, arm bones and bones to the bones on his shoulders.

If it weren't for the special body, those bones would have been broken into countless pieces long ago.

The battle is not over yet, because Kirin's third offensive is still continuing.

His fist blasted out a light clustered with green light, entered Jingyuan, and came to Jingjiu's eyes.

It was already very difficult for Jing Jiu to hold the immortal talisman tightly in his left hand. How could he raise the enemy?

If Zhao Layue could react, she would definitely be in front of him.

However, the battle between Jing Jiu and Qilin had exceeded her realm, and she had no time to do anything. This made her regret a little. She shouldn't have listened to Jing Jiu a few years ago. If she had broken through the realm and entered the middle realm of the wilderness, at least she should have had time to summon the Fu Si Sword to block it.

Jing Jiu's eyes were still very calm, and he didn't even mean to raise the sword, so he didn't know what he was thinking.

...

...

Qilin shouted and went to die.

Jing Jiu is really going to die.

But at this moment, Qilin heard someone say the same thing.

"You go and die."

The voice came from below him, very calm, as if it was a polite request.

Qilin looked at it with his eyes and found that it was an old monk who was doing rituals outside the Jingyuan.

The old monk had nothing special, except ugly.
To be continued...