Although Jin Jian Zhenjun did not show weakness at all, he was already a little timid unconsciously, and even he didn't notice this timidity himself. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In fact, it is very simple, if you are not timid, how can you only mention defeat and not death? As a sword cultivator, how can you not even have the heart to kill people.

Zhang Qing was keenly aware of this, so he did not hesitate to seize the opportunity to deal with it: "Hehe!

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes, looking disdainful and disdainful.

Jin Jian Zhenjun was short of breath, but he had no excuse to refute, after all, this was the case, so he said angrily: "What's the point of the battle of words?

refuted Zhang Qing, and he was afraid that Zhang Qing would say something to disturb his mood, so he decided to keep his mouth shut, and directly pinched the sword trick, shouting: "Jin Yuan Sword!"

As a true monarch, how can he not have a few hands to press the bottom of the box, and there is no need to wait for a long time at this time?

The aura of the golden essence gathered, and the mysterious golden laws were attached to the flying sword, and layers of halos emanated from the metal flying sword, and the body size simply became larger.

"Slay the demon, go play with him!"

As soon as Zhang Qing stretched out his hand, the Demon Slashing Sword flew out, circled in mid-air, and then flew towards the Golden Sword True Monarch at great speed.

Zhang Qing estimated that although the Golden Sword True Monarch was very strong, the spirituality of the Demon Slaying Sword was not weak, although it was definitely not able to defeat the other party, but it could still be done after a while, and such a little time was enough for him to completely defeat the other two.

"Buzz!"

Washed with the blood of countless strong people, after many retrainings, the demon slaying sword is no longer what it used to be, and it is shaking with joy when it is let go at this time, even in the face of strong enemies.

With just a slight glance, Zhang Qing shifted his attention, and he looked at the two Sword Cultivators who had been separated.

"Deal with you first. ”

Swept away by his gaze, the other two people felt a chill together, as if they were being targeted by some ominous existence.

shook his head, as if he felt Zhang Qing's contempt, and seemed to be ashamed of his timidity.

"Scoundrel, look for death. ”

A sword light flickered, and a chill came out. But what was even colder than this was Zhang Qing's eyes.

"Boom!"

Flames burst forth, and the god of fire descended.

At this time, the flying sword came closer, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, the flame spirit shrouded it.

"Buzz!"

The flying sword struggled violently, and one after another sword qi impacted, even directly hurting the palm of the hand through the flames.

However, Zhang Qing did not let go, and endured the endless flames of the sword qi to become more turbulent, and directly refined the sword body, washing away the connection between the flying sword and the sword cultivation.

Sword cultivation pinned the power of the primordial god on the flying sword, and the two relied on this connection to achieve the union of human swords.

However, with the burning of the flames, the power of the primordial gods on the flying sword became less and less, the connection between the two became smaller and smaller, and the movement of the natural flying sword struggle was also smaller.

Jian Xiu felt that the connection with the flying sword was getting smaller, and he immediately became anxious, is the sword cultivation without the flying sword still a sword cultivation?

"Let go!"

With red eyes, Jian Xiu's teeth were about to be crushed.

But how could Zhang Qing let go? On the contrary, he used even more force, wanting to erase the power of the primordial gods on the flying sword as soon as possible.

As long as it is successful, this sword cultivation will be half wasted, and the next thing will be much simpler.

"Let go!"

There was another scolding in his ears, and Zhang Qingshen swept it and found another flying sword shooting straight in.

"Alas!"

He sighed softly, and as soon as his hand loosened, the mana slapped towards the flying sword that attacked behind him.

It turned out that the sword cultivator who had just been beaten away by Zhang Qing had already recovered from it, and at this time, he saw that his companion was in danger, so he came to save him in pain.

Although it may not be okay to resist a sword, Zhang Qing himself knows that even if he can carry it, he will never have the strength to wear down the power of the flying sword in his hand. So it's better to just let it go.

The flying sword was slapped away, and the flying sword in his hand also took the opportunity to break free, and when Zhang Qing turned his head, the two sword cultivators were already standing together.

"Master, it's okay!"

Jian Xiu, who was beaten away, stepped forward and asked the sword cultivator beside him with concern.

It turns out that the two are not only true gentlemen, but also a master-apprentice relationship. The apprentice's name is Cao Lei, who is extremely talented, and he is the current head of the Jinyuan Sword School. The master is the descendant of the Golden Sword True Monarch, and his name is Guiyuan, but he is the previous head. Although the difference in strength between the two is not big now, they still continue to be called before.

Guiyuan Zhenjun felt the apprentice's concern, and then sensed the weakening of the connection with the flying sword, shook his head and said, "It's no big deal, just find another time to practice." ”

After all, there is a foundation, and with a little time, everything can be restored to its original state.

But Cao Lei's face was not much relaxed, you must know that although this seems to be fine, but at this time, in the battle, the difference between this point may be the difference between heaven and earth.

Gui Yuan knew what his apprentice was thinking, but he didn't explain anything, but calmly ordered: "You guard." ”

"Good!"

After a short exchange of two sentences, the two understood the meaning of dealing with each other.

"Jin Yuan Sword!"

The exact same sword move was used in Gui Yuan's hands, but it was much more difficult than the Golden Sword True Monarch had always used.

This amount of time is enough for Zhang Qing to destroy it calmly in normal times, but it is another matter if there is someone to protect it.

Cao Lei's eyes were firm, and the scars on his face were especially there, but he didn't mean to retreat half a step.

"You want to defeat me, dream!"

The stronger the thought, the purer the sword intent, and the golden sword is currently having a bit of the demeanor of a sword immortal.

"Huh!"

Zhang Qing was a little surprised, this weakest guy among the three seemed to have grown a little!

Thinking so, his hand did not stop, and he slapped it down.

Seeing that towering giant palm attacking, the fear not long ago came to his heart again, Cao Lei's heart was slightly shaken, but when he thought of the master behind him, he became firm.

"Sword!

"Boom!"

The light on the flying sword dimmed for a while, and it turned back, but Cao Lei did not take a step back.

With a squint of his eyes, he could already confirm that this sword cultivator had indeed grown a few points.

"But that's not enough. ”

With a sigh, he stretched out his hands and the flames burned.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, the tyrannical momentum swept away, his hands clapped continuously, and the flying sword let out an overwhelmed wail, and Cao Lei couldn't support it at all.

"I ...... Can't go back!"

Gritting his teeth and facing a powerful attack, he won't back down and can't back away.

However, sometimes reality does not allow the will to shift, and if you don't retreat, you have to retreat.

Fortunately, just when he could barely hold on, Guiyuan was ready.

(To be continued.) )