A sword rainbow passed by her chest.

The ancestor Xuanyin groaned and fell like falling leaves.

His realm is not far from that of the leader of Qingshan, Liu Ci Zhenren, but he just had a head-on fight with the Divine Emperor, and his spiritual consciousness was greatly impacted. How could he avoid Liu Ci's momentum for several days and the strongest sword blessed by Qingshan?

Just when everyone thought that the Xuanyin Ancestor would die, the fallen leaf suddenly disappeared into the wind, leaving only a burning black smoke.

The black smoke consists of extremely fine black powder, which should be the vajra he used to sneak attack the Qilin before. I don’t know what evil method he used to replace his body and temporarily save his life. The reason why it burned was because the ancestor’s essence and blood was spilled, indicating that he was still seriously injured.

The sword light disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

This matter did not end there.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and uneasy, just like the snow on the top of the Shenmo Peak, being passed through by a cat named Liu Ada.

Countless sword intents appeared above the sea of ​​clouds, scattering to the earth, covering mountains, rivers and lakes over a hundred miles by the East China Sea.

The sword intent is either serene or clear, intertwined, but it does not look like a net, but more like a mountain or a giant sword.

With more than ten miles apart, the sword intent was still clearly transmitted to the ground. The mountain protection array of Guocheng Temple was once again activated, and it seemed extremely vigilant and even uneasy. The winter trees on the edge were shaking, and the needle-like leaves kept falling, like rain.

The villagers outside Guocheng Temple and the patients who did not go home could not feel these sword intents, but could clearly feel the awe and fear in their hearts.

The smell of firecrackers and bacon is cut into pieces, and it passes with the wind along with the atmosphere of the New Year.

The sword intent seemed to be looking for something. The sword edge of the giant sword went north from Guocheng Temple, then turned east and came to the sea.

The sea waves suddenly silence.

The sword edge of the invisible giant sword moved north again.

Wherever they passed along the way, evil cultivators appeared and fled in scattered places. Some of the great monsters who knew they were seriously guilty were not concerned about the dangers of the earth veins and desperately rushed to the ground.

The sword fell outside Shuiyue Temple.

The piazza leading to the underworld became quieter than usual, and there was no sound of sob wind. Two or three weak ghosts who avoided the scriptures and spells were just exposed and were silently suppressed into blue smoke.

The master of Shuiyue Temple stood up by the lake, feeling the sword intent in the sky, his face was solemn, thinking that what happened, Qingshan actually activated the sword formation!

She turned around and looked inside the house.

In the round window, I am still sleeping during the winter.

The lord thought silently, Senior Sister, when will you wake up?

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Whether it is the leader of the righteous sect, the rats of the evil sect, whether it is the ghost of the human world or the ghost of the underworld, they all feel fear before this sword intent.

Is this the rumored Qingshan Sword Formation?

It is really unimaginable that it can affect the world by the East China Sea, far away.

The monk from the sea looked at Zhuo Rusui in a coma and thought to himself that being stared at by the Qingshan Sword Formation is indeed a sure thing to die.

No wonder the ancestor Xuanyin and two other sword-hiding masters had peerless magical powers, but could only live without seeing the light of heaven.

If someone hadn't prepared for it, I believe that the Xuanyin Ancestor was dead.

Moreover, the Xuanyin Ancestor was seriously injured at this time. If he could not isolate the investigation of the Qingshan Sword Formation, who knows how many more time he could live?

The essence and blood of the ancestor Xuanyin fell from the sky into Guocheng Temple, and it was still burning, and soon ignited several temples near Jingyuan.

The monks of Guocheng Temple removed the mountain protection formation of the Open Fire Venerable as quickly as possible and changed to the bottle-holding formation of the Pure Water Venerable, but they could only let the fire be slightly controlled and became smaller, but they could not extinguish the fire immediately.

Hundreds of monks rushed over from the halls in the backyard of the front temple, carrying buckets to put out the fire, and they were busy, and the scene looked extremely chaotic.

Jing Jiu turned around and looked at the two mountains behind Jingyuan.

The eaves of Chenghua Hall can be seen faintly in the mountains.

No one.

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Before Jing Jiuwang came over, there was a conversation on the corner of the eaves of Chenghua Palace.

At that time, Zhuo Rusui had just raised his head and looked at the Xuanyin Ancestor.

Yin San and the White Cat have lived in the green mountains for countless years, and are naturally the most sensitive and have already judged what is about to happen.

A cold feeling flashed in the white cat's eyes, and he silently thought, "You are in trouble now."

Yin San escaped from the Sword Prison and relied on his body. He has only been thirty years since then. No matter how good his talent and rich his experience are, he will not take a detour. At most, he will be in the wilderness. If the ancestor Xuanyin is killed and he loses the protection of the super strong, how can he survive?

Strangely, Yin San was very calm, and seemed to have guessed that Liu Ci would draw a sword and the Qingshan Sword Formation would be activated.

He didn't seem to care about the life or death of the Xuanyin Ancestor and said, "I said I'm just watching a show tonight."

The cold mood in the white cat's pupils turned into fear again, thinking to himself, would something else happen?

Yin San stood up and prepared to leave.

A sound of branches breaking sounded in the woods outside Chenghua Hall, and the blood-colored sword light filled out like clouds.

A figure rose and fell on the eaves, and it was Zhao twelfth month.

She was thrown into the woods by Jing Jiu. She fell hard, but her mind was slightly confused. She didn't wake up a little until this time.

She looked at the young monk and asked with caution: "Who are you?"

Yin San said with emotion: "It's so rude, no wonder I didn't like you from the beginning."

After saying this, he gently tapped the eaves and floated up like a big bird, and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests on the Chenghua Palace.

Zhao Layue had only seen such a quick but ethereal body movement in one person. She was very alert, but she did not hesitate to control the sword and stood up.

The Fox sword turned into a bright blood light and disappeared into the forest.

The white cat finally regained its freedom. He turned his head and looked into the mountains and forests, subconsciously walked a few steps there, and then stopped.

It turned its head and walked towards the front of the eaves corner, looked at Jingyuan, confirmed that Jingjiu had nothing to do, and then slowly stopped.

Where should we go?

This is really the most profound problem and the most difficult choice in the world.

It was very hesitant and struggling, and felt infinite shame and anger. Finally, it lay down on the eaves and stopped moving.

Love whoever you want.

This cat is no longer serving.

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Among the main swords of Jiufeng Qingshan, Bu Er Sword is the fastest, the three-foot sword is the coldest, the hollow sword is the lightest, and the softest sword is like the year sword.

The Fu Sijian ranked last among the Nine Swords, but as the sword of Jingyang Zhenren back then, its power and level are naturally not the last, and if it is considered speed, it is even the fastest.

The fastest among the Nine Swords of Qingshan is almost the fastest sword in the world.

Zhao Layue, who was in the first realm of the world, had all her strength to control the Fusi sword sword, and could be as good as the sword cultivator of the Sea-Breaking Realm who could control the ordinary flying sword.

In a blink of an eye, she passed the forest behind Chenghua Hall, passed the monk's house on the outside of Guocheng Temple, and came to the cliff outside the side door.

What shocked her was that the young monk had no sword or magic weapon, and he could not see any use of the spiral Taoist technique. He could fly so fast with just waving his sleeves, and even she couldn't catch up with him.

It would be fine if the young monk was a big figure in the Tongtian realm. The problem was that her sword eyes were sharp and she was very sure that the other party's realm was just the same as hers.

What method did the other party use? Could it be a bird demon?

Something that shocked her even more happened.

The young monk suddenly turned around, looked at her and said with a smile: "I'm not a demon chicken, don't think about it."

There are two reasons that shocked Zhao Luyue.

The young monk turned to Fei Yu, extremely casual, but his speed did not slow down at all. It was really terrible.

Moreover, he actually said the secret name of Lord Yin Feng in one mouth, which shows that he has a deep connection with Qingshan!

"Senior, please stay!"

Zhao Layue said in a deep voice, but the flying sword did not slow down at all and chased the other party.

Bird shadows and sword light floated over the cliffs and the vegetable garden under the cliffs.

A creaking sound came from the vegetable garden.

Someone pushed open the door.

"What's wrong?"

"fine."

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To be continued...