It was like a person coming through the mountains and forests, but in the blink of an eye, the speed was faster than the sight. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When there was only an afterimage left in the eyes of the members of the Funeral Knife Society present, Ji Jiangyue really captured the black stick shadow in the wind, and the sword had no time to turn, so he barely had time to tilt his head.

The iron rod rubbed against the wind, and there was a hot pain for a moment.

A person from the Burial Knife Society, about three feet away from the seat of the Trace Jiangyue, had a buzzing sound in his head, and a foot had been stepped on the top of his head. Qin Xiaochuan's foot stepped on extremely hard, and at the same time as he pulled out, blood spurted out of the mouth of the person of the Funeral Knife Society, and his neck clicked into his chest.

Only then did he turn his face sideways, feeling the pain of his cheeks being burned by the fire. And the black iron rod was thrown with a sword, but it had just brought a piercing wind whistle.

Enemy attack!

The well-trained Funeral Knife Society immediately drew their swords at their waists and put them on guard. And here, the black iron rod that was walking in the wind easily fell into the hands of one person. Qin Xiaochuan's black hair and shawl, his white robe were not stained with dust, and when he turned around, a black light appeared in a spiral shape, and suddenly swept towards the people of the Burial Sword Society around him!

The iron rod turned into a spiral sword shadow, and after a slight tap of five fingers, the speed was three points faster. Ji Jiangyue shouted angrily, feeling a wisp of warmth flowing down her cheeks, and suddenly bounced up from the seat. The black light shadow crushed the entire Nanmu chair into sawdust, and without delay, it shattered the four members of the Chair Lifting Knife Society, and the wind pressure brought up by the rapid rotation turned into an endless sword in an instant, sweeping everything it passed.

Bloody rain.

For a moment, she felt like she was back in the rain, facing another person in the rain who was almost exactly the same as herself. But at this moment, the clouds in the sky completely dispersed, and the sunlight suddenly reflected the white figure in front of him like a pillar.

The two looked at each other.

Ji Jiangyue's expression was still cold and almost cold, there was a trace of ruthlessness in the depths of his eyes, the movement of his left hand changed, and the long sword in his right hand had condensed an extremely eerie and treacherous evil aura, which was the move of the Earth Evil Remnant Spectrum, "Wind and Rain!"

The bloody wind swept the blood rain, the sword moved forward like a ghost, and the scarlet and darkness were intertwined, just like the poignant extreme in the world.

After killing more than a dozen people in a row, the black iron rod fell to the ground with a bang.

Qin Xiaochuan had no weapon in his hand. He raised his hand and led it into the sun, and a ray of light echoed the meaning of the light in the relics, and instantly turned into a sword of light, taking the fire of the five elements, warming, bright, and purifying everything!

The cold in the wind disappeared the moment the light turned into a sword shadow. The sword of the five elements, the light of fire, contains the trick of "light shines on the thousands" passed down by the vein of Wanshengyan, and the light shines on the earth.

There is nowhere to be found!

The remnants of the earth shatter were invincible to the sword intent of the Buddha Gate, and the black shadow and blood rain were purified at the same time. With three sword groans, the illusory and formless sword of light was like substance in Qin Xiaochuan's hands. He stepped into the wind, and his form suddenly stopped, and the wind around him also stopped. It's like it's not him stepping on the wind, it's the wind that is manipulated by him! The wood of the five elements, the wood urges the wind to go.

The moment the Shadow Divine Sharp in Ji Jiangyue's hand came into contact with the sword-like light, the five fingers seemed to be burned by fire, and the pain was unbearable for a moment, and he had to retreat temporarily.

However, the light follows like a shadow.

There is nothing in the world that is faster than the wind, only the light that falls from the sky. When the human eye comes into contact with light and perceives brightness, light is actually ahead of perception. The moment Ji Jiangyue couldn't help but retreat in pain, Qin Xiaochuan's sword had already struck, only one sword!

The fire burns out, and the light shines brightly. The sword of Buddhism, its meaning is compassionate, and it will not make people feel the slightest discomfort. Trace Jiangyue returned to the members of the Burial Knife Society without any hindrance, and her feet landed on a sea of corpses and the ruins of wooden chairs, and she felt the pain of the sword-wielding hand penetrate her heart, causing the meridians of her whole body to expand instantly, and even-

Trace Jiangyue missed and fell into the shadow of the Divine Sharp.

The white robe flashed, and Qin Xiaochuan stepped behind Jiang Yue, and the black iron rod jumped up from the soil and returned to his left hand. The iron rod was stained with human flesh and blood, but his face seemed to be peaceful, one blood mark at a time, and every time he took a step outward, there would be an invisible wind that pushed the people around him away. It's like saying the fact that if you don't come, I won't hurt your life.

No one from the Funeral Knife Society took the initiative.

When the sword came out of his hand, Ji Jiangyue's whole person turned his back to everyone, and it seemed to be completely frozen in the wind. He didn't speak, and no one present dared to speak. Ice flowers condensed on the outermost periphery, and were blown into the room by a strange wind. Different winds, brought by different people. The wind surrounding Qin Xiaochuan felt like the sunlight condensed by his fingertips before, a little warm, soft and not hurtful.

The wind that will blow snowflakes is now only one person in Qin Xiaochuan's impression.

The white-haired and black-clothed Xiao Zhongjian soon appeared in front of him, stopping far away, his eyes facing each other.

There was no one in the eyes of the sword in the sword, and there was no one from the Burial Sword Society. He looked directly at Qin Xiaochuan and asked in a deep voice, "Your business, are you done?"

"It's done. ”

Trace Jiangyue has lost her combat effectiveness, and she will definitely not stay here for long until she solves the power of light that controls the meridians. If you don't kill this person, you don't want to bring some other unnecessary trouble. Qin Xiaochuan nodded slightly, answered directly, and did not look at the other members of the Burial Knife Society.

"Follow me to save someone. The sword in the flute retreated sharply.

Immediately followed by departure. The two of them were unequivocal, and soon returned to the bank of the Yuyang River, where Qi Luosheng and the old man of the beast flower were.

The river is surging, and it has washed away the previous blood.

Only the anxiously waiting Jin Yulan remained on the hillside. The moon whirlpool didn't know where to go, and when he saw Xiao Zhongjian coming back with Qin Xiaochuan, he immediately showed his figure from a shadow somewhere.

"Second brother, third brother. ”

The moon whirlpool is very consciously called. Xiao Zhongjian has been practicing at the thirteenth peak of Aofeng, rarely stepping into the martial arts, and he doesn't know what Qin Xiaochuan has done over the years, so he will still be worried. But the Moon Vortex once stayed at the inn to help, and had seen the people of Yi Qiu Nian and Wanting the Sky with his own eyes, and he had also learned martial arts with Sword Nameless, and his confidence in his third brother's martial arts value had already increased by more than one grade.

And so it is. He killed the old man with just a sword, and the waste trace Jiang Yue only used one move, the foundation that belongs to the Buddhism sect has been extremely solid and firm under the joint training of a lotus nursery and Brahma a page book, and with the assistance of the Tianjiang Exercises and Zizhi Wang Qi, what is lacking is nothing more than a move to deal with the enemy.

There are sword moves saved by the successive sword masters for hundreds of years in the Sealed Sword Tower, and he can simulate suitable opponents in the illusion to practice martial arts, and twenty years of closed-door practice, for Qin Xiaochuan, it is a hard way to raise his martial arts to a higher level. And the Xuanmai Gong method that followed Xi Xiqi to learn the long-lost attributes of gold is another change on the foundation of Buddhism, completely making up for the lack of five elements in the physique. At this time, facing an enemy like Fang Chengzi, Qin Xiaochuan no longer needed to use the power of the uncontrollable demon sword, so he left the demon sword to Jin Yulan for self-defense.

But when he really fought with the good hand of the sword, Qin Xiaochuan was a little excited. Although the name of the Earth Demon Remnant Spectrum is loud and the flaws are obvious, it is not difficult to deal with it at all. As for Ji Jiangyue's other peerless Tiangang Six Peng Sword, it doesn't seem to leave much room for people to play.

Qin Xiaochuan looked at Xiao Zhongjian, and was looking forward to a love and kill with his own family. Xiao Zhongjian's attention was on the old man of the beast flower: "Do you have a way to heal his injury?" In Second Brother Xiao's mind, Qin San was still the little medical expert who could grow Ganoderma lucidum by bleeding back then. At least he believed that his third brother's talent in medical skills must far surpass that of the old April Vortex.

Okay, good, look at the wounded.

The old man of the beast flower was chased and killed by someone so far, the yuan power in his body had been exhausted, and he reluctantly used his peerless knowledge in order to save Qi Luosheng, and this time he was on the verge of going mad, and it seemed that he only had one breath left.

Qin Xiaochuan didn't say a word, he took out the Hanhai Holy Spring that Yue Wubo had just brought from his arms, pinched the chin of the beast flower old man and poured it down. No matter what the near-death injury is, using this thing is absolutely symptomatic, and of course it is worthy of recovering a breath.

"What's wrong?" Qi Luosheng was very concerned about his life-saving benefactor.

Qin Xiaochuan got up and looked over. Qi Luosheng, who has not been seen for a long time, is dressed in a blood-stained white robe, and the taste of both uncle and nephew is cultivated by the burial of the Blue Mountain, which can not be mentioned. The two stood facing each other, one with black hair and the other with white hair, both of them leaned towards young and handsome faces, and the difference between the ears was really a bit similar.

"You've lost weight. Qin Xiaochuan directly expressed his disgust: "How can you have the strength to break into the rivers and lakes if you don't eat a little more?" looked weak, and he didn't have the spirit of the sword god Jiuqiansheng back then.

Kirasheng: "......" didn't know how to greet his uncle who had been reunited for a long time.

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