The "Heavenly Sword Seven Styles" is one of the most powerful swordsmanship skills in the Heavenly Sword Villa, and it can be regarded as the treasure of the town.

Named "Seven Styles", in fact, up to the Spirit Venerable Elder and down to the Heavenly Wheel Disciple, can only release a maximum of six spirit swords, and no one can exert the true power of this spirit technique.

It is only because of the legendary "Seventh Style" that there are extremely high requirements for the cultivation realm of the spellcaster, and only by reaching the realm of a saint can he truly perform it.

However, at this time, Jian Yicheng and his proud stubbornness finally broke through the limits of reason, and once again he was hot-headed, and he actually wanted to use Lingzun cultivation as a forcible urging this killing move.

"Senior brother, no!"

"Old ghost, stop!"

Seeing Jian Yicheng's move, Jian Qingmei and Jian Xingluo's faces changed drastically, and they shouted at the same time.

They knew that once the Sword City cast the seventh form, the immortal would also shed its skin.

"Poof!"

Jian Yicheng spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, this killing move has not hurt the enemy, but has hurt himself, quite a tragic feeling, if people who don't know the situation see it, I am afraid that he will not think that he is a righteous man who would rather die in the face of evil forces and resist bravely.

A terrifying black vortex was formed around the black spirit sword, rotating rapidly, screaming and roaring, and the power formed seemed to shatter even the space, and the people around them just looked at it from a distance, and they had a feeling of trembling and scattering.

Lin Zhiyun's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and his left hand no longer used the "Star Picking and Moon Hand" that was not yet proficient, but stretched out his index finger and gently rested it on the right hand holding the sword, and the "Taisu Xuanyin Gong" in his body operated to the extreme, and the extremely cold qi spread rapidly, and a thick layer of ice crystals instantly appeared on the surface of the broken mountain wall and the broken tree ruins within a radius of several zhang.

A squirrel came out, felt a chill in front of him, and was about to turn around and run away, when a warm feeling suddenly came from the ice, and the little guy only felt warm and comfortable, and actually lay down in place, and had no intention of leaving.

Immediately afterwards, the squirrel's body was instantly covered by the cold air, turning into an "ice sculpture", until it died, and its face still showed an expression of enjoyment.

The black greatsword and the golden greatsword confronted each other in the air, and at the same time let out a sharp chirp and slashed towards each other.

Seeing that the two earth-shattering terrifying spiritual skills were about to collide together, Jian Yicheng's face turned blue, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and his body trembled slightly.

At this moment, a slender white figure suddenly stood between the two.

There were many Lingzun bigwigs present, and several of them had even comprehended the Great Dao, but none of them could see how the man in white appeared.

"Be careful!" Lin Zhiyun's face changed, she didn't expect that someone would dare to break into the battle, and it was too late to stop.

However, the imaginary scene of the man in white being smashed by the two spiritual skills did not appear.

This person stood quietly between the black greatsword and the golden greatsword, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the two spirit swords that were originally terrifying actually died down in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Jian Yicheng and Lin Zhiyun both had a feeling of holding back their whole body strength, but they punched the air, and for a while, their blood surged, their chests were tight, and they were unspeakably uncomfortable.

Jian Qingmei, Jian Xingluo and the others who were watching all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that although Jian Yicheng had suffered from the backlash of spiritual power, there was no danger of his life.

"See the saint!" the two jumped into the air at the same time, bowing to the man in white.

"See the saint!" The surrounding elders and disciples of the Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa also saluted in unison.

"Sister Palace Master, are you okay?" Zhong Wen's figure flashed, came to Lin Zhiyun's side, and asked with concern.

"It's fine, it's just a minor injury. Lin Zhiyun's face was pale, and her eyes looked vigilantly at the location of the man in white.

I saw that this person was full of white hair, had a long goatee, and looked like a septuagenarian, but his eyes were full of vitality and vitality, his body was straight, the hem of his white robe fluttered in the wind, and a long sword was tied to his back.

At this point, as long as you have a little common sense, you can judge that the white-haired old man in front of you is one of the seven great saints in the world who has been guarding the Heavenly Sword Villa, the Heavenly Sword Saint.

Zhong Wen looked curiously at the second saint he had seen in his life.

If the Dao Saint gave him an ethereal feeling, then the Heavenly Sword Saint in front of him seemed more real and imposing.

Just standing there quietly, his body will exude a kind of vigor and infinite determination, as if he wants to overturn the whole world with one person and one sword.

"The two little ones were nice. ”

The Heavenly Sword Saint's eyes swept over Zhong Wen and Lin Zhiyun, and a hearty smile appeared on his face, making no secret of his appreciation for the two.

Immediately, his gaze turned to Jian Yicheng, his face suddenly sank, and he didn't care about the face of the great elder, and reprimanded sharply: "Yicheng, you have disappointed me. ”

Jian Yicheng's old face flushed, and he lowered his head and said yes, not daring to refute at all.

"How many times have I said that we people in Heavenly Sword Villa, we can lose in a fight, but we can't afford to lose. The more the Heavenly Sword Saint spoke, the more excited he became, "Are you farting when I speak?" The Great Elder of the Holy Land is not as good as a female baby, do you want to play tricks, do you plan to die together?"

"I ......" Jian Yicheng seemed to want to open his mouth to defend himself.

"What are you? Let me tell you, if I hadn't made a move just now, that female doll might not have died, but you would definitely burp!" The Heavenly Sword Saint didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued to educate him, "And the matter of that little girl, what do you think about it, the cultivation is amazing, and if you fancy someone else's apprentice, you will directly move **? You don't want to be ashamed, I still want to be embarrassed!"

Heavenly Sword Villa is worthy of being located in the northeast, and even the saint speaks so strongly!

Zhong Wen looked at the posture of the Heavenly Sword Saint scolding the street, and was stunned for a while, and then thought of Lin Xingyue among the five ancient Yuan Sages, and suddenly felt a sense in his heart.

Saints are also living people!

"Xingluo, why are you laughing at?" After the Heavenly Sword Saint finished scolding Jian Yicheng, he seemed to be still angry, and suddenly turned his gaze to the gloating Sword Xingluo, "Are you very proud of losing to a young man who is less than twenty years old?"

"Huh?" Sword Star Luo looked at his old rival Jian Yicheng being scolded so much that he was secretly refreshed, but the Holy Power was unpredictable, and the Heavenly Sword Saint actually shifted the target without warning, and stood on the spot, not knowing how to respond at all.

"Look at you, you look heartless all day long, you know that there is a fight in the nest. The Heavenly Sword Saint seemed to be addicted to scolding, and had no intention of stopping at all, "A person who is almost two hundred years old, has no brains at all, is toyed with by a young man, and still looks at the position of the Great Elder?

Sword Star Luo cried with a sad face, full of grievances, but he didn't dare to refute.

The Heavenly Sword Saint scolded clearly Jian Xingluo, but Jian Yicheng was innocent again, his face was red and white, and he really wanted to cry without tears.

"And a few of you!" After the Heavenly Sword Saint finished scolding Jian Xingluo, he felt still angry, and began to bombard Jian Feiyang and the others again, "Being touted a few words indiscriminately, saying that Heavenly Sword Villa has the first combat effectiveness, do you think you are very remarkable?"

The people of Tianjian Villa all around originally held the mentality that it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they all felt that it was none of their business, and happily ate melons in front of the crowd, but at this time, seeing the mouth of the Heavenly Sword Saint sweeping all the way like a machine gun, their mood suddenly became tense, and they were silent one by one, and they did not dare to take a breath, for fear of accidentally attracting the anger of the saint.

Finally, after the Heavenly Sword Saint scolded several parties except Jian Qingmei, he did not show his willingness to expand the attack area, but turned his head to look at Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen, with a bright smile on his face, and said amiably: "It's rare for a guest to come to Zhuangzi, and stay outside all the time, isn't it a way of hospitality? Are the two little guys interested in accompanying the old man to go in and sit?"

"I've seen a saint. Lin Zhiyun bowed respectfully and said, "The little woman is here just to bring back my second disciple, and I ask the saint for forgiving me for the offense." ”

"You fight fairly, each based on your ability, why do you want to offend?" the Heavenly Sword Saint laughed, "The old man has seen countless geniuses in his life, but none of them can be compared to the two of you, if there is really an eighth saint in the world, most of them will be one of you." ”

The saint praised it. Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw his kind attitude.

"That Qiqi thing......" Zhong Wen couldn't help but interject.

"Don't worry, the fault of this incident is in Yicheng, the little girl will naturally return it to you, and the old man will prepare another compensation to apologize. The Heavenly Sword Saint smiled, "What's the matter, can you accompany my old fellow to go in and sit down?"

"It's better for the younger generation to be respectful than to obey fate. Lin Zhiyun and Zhong Wen glanced at each other and said in unison.

"Take the little girl. The Heavenly Sword Saint pointed to Liu Qiqi in the distance, glared at Jian Yicheng and said, "You come too." ”

"Yes. Jian Yicheng replied dejectedly, his figure flashed, appeared beside Liu Qiqi, gently grabbed her arm, and instantly returned to everyone.

"Master, Zhong Wen!" Liu Qiqi struggled to break away from the sword and Yicheng's support, and with a slight click of her right hand, she turned into a golden spirit sword, she stepped on the sword light, and slowly flew in the direction of the two.

"Huh?" The Heavenly Sword Saint couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he saw that Liu Qiqi, who was only in the Heavenly Wheel realm, could fly with a sword in the sky.

"Qiqi!" Lin Zhiyun stepped forward and hugged Liu Qiqi tightly in his arms.

After a long absence, the two daughters were in a state of turmoil, and they couldn't help but hug each other and cry.

Zhong Wen was left aside, there was a difference between men and women, and he couldn't join it, so he had to touch his nose, turned his head and asked casually: "Senior, I see that in this Tianjian Villa, every person in the sect has the word 'sword' as his surname, I don't know what the reason is?"

"I am a person in Heavenly Sword Mountain Villa who cultivates, just to pursue the supreme sword path. The Heavenly Sword Sage patiently explained, "Therefore, when every disciple enters, he will give up his original surname and change his surname to the word 'sword' to show his love and persistence in the way of the sword." ”

"Then if Qi Qi worships in Heavenly Sword Villa, will he also abandon the surname Liu?" Zhong Wen then asked.

"If the little girl really worships under the city gate, she will naturally have to change. The Heavenly Sword Saint nodded.

"Thankfully, fortunately. Zhong Wen stroked his chest with his right hand, and said with palpitations.

"What?" the Heavenly Sword Saint wondered.

"If Qiqi really apprentices, wouldn't he have to change his name to 'Sword Qiqi'?" Zhong Wen said with a serious face, "It sounds like 'cheap', it's not beautiful, it's really not beautiful!"

Heavenly Sword Sage: "......"