Yes, out of the sword!

At this time, Li Zi felt that no one could stop him from taking out this sword.

Qingshan established the sect with a sword, if he just blindly resisted, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop Fang Jianping's three swords until he died.

Only the sword is king!

In the blink of an eye, Fang Jianping's second sword had already arrived, and this sword was very powerful, fully exerting Fang Jianping's cultivation of transforming gods.

Everyone on the field held their breath and looked at this sword!

Li Zi's expression was even more serious, the cyan long sword in his hand shone with dazzling light, and suddenly, he moved.

That's right, Li Zi actually shot first!

"Is he crazy?" thought to almost everyone at the same time.

No one expected that in the face of Fang Jianping, Qingshan Li 13 would take the lead in swordsmanship, what is the difference between this and looking for death.

After all, Fang Jianping's strength as a god cultivator was far above him.

Almost everyone could have foreseen the tragic scene that would happen next, and no one thought that Li Zi would survive this sword.

On the other side, Fang Jianping was only slightly surprised, then quickly retracted his expression, and continued to attack Li Zi without squinting.

Li Zi came first, and a strong sword aura suddenly erupted from the cyan long sword, and in the face of Fang Jianping's white light soft sword, those sword qi were quickly dispersed.

Although the white light soft sword was light, at this time, Li Zi felt as if a huge mountain was crashing, and a powerful force came from the cyan long sword.

The cyan sword was almost out of his hand.

Fang Jianping's body slid diagonally out from Li Zi's side, and he looked at the young man opposite in shock.

It turned out that he wanted to........

That's right! Li Zi just wanted to take offense as defense and let Fang Jianping's sword fail.

The huge power on the white light soft sword was unloaded by the cyan long sword, and ordinary people would definitely not dare to do this, but Li Zi was confident!

To be more precise, he has confidence in the sword of his ancestor!

It wasn't until this moment that anyone noticed the cyan long sword in Li Zi's hand.

Blocking the full force of the god powerhouse to blow the long sword that has not yet been broken, I am afraid that it is at least at the level of a spirit weapon or an immortal soldier!

On the ground, Jiang Liufeng's eyes widened even more staring at the long sword, because he clearly remembered that among the colonels, Li Zi made a wooden sword, but at this time, it was replaced by an iron sword!

He originally thought that it was an ordinary Qingshan Iron Sword, but under the full blow of Fang Jianping's Divine Cultivation, it could still be safe and sound without breaking, how could it be an ordinary iron sword.

Not only Jiang Liufeng, but all the monks with eyesight, at this time, their eyes all turned to the cyan long sword in Li Zi's hand.

Fang Jianping turned around, thinking back to the blow just now, he was actually starting to be a little stunned, there was a huge sword mark on his white light soft sword, which happened when he hit it just now.

At this time, looking at the cyan long sword in Li Zi's hand, it was still full of sword intent, and it didn't seem to be affected by the blow he had just hit him.

"How can this be?" Fang Jianping muttered.

He was well aware of the strength of the blow just now, even if some of the strength was unloaded by Li Zi with skill, it was impossible that it would not have any effect on that long sword at all.

"What's the name of your sword?" Fang Jianping asked, looking at Li Zi.

Li Zi raised the long sword in his hand and replied, "This is the sword that my Qingshan Ancestor wore back then, the green sword!"

"Green Sword!"

There was a bang in the crowd.

No one expected that the inconspicuous iron sword turned out to be the sword used by Ancestor Qingshan back then.

After all, with Li Taixian shaking the entire cultivation world back then, many people have forgotten how powerful the ancestor who founded Qingshan was back then.

An ordinary blue light long sword in his hand has gone through hundreds of battles of life and death, and the enemies he killed were terrified.

At this time, this sword not only did not disappear with Master Qingshan Ancestor, but instead passed into Li Zi's hands.

Fang Jianping looked at the sword in Li Zi's hand, his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of envy, among the present, there were no longer a few people who felt the same way as him.

This battle was unfair from the beginning, but Li Zi stubbornly caught Fang Jianping's two swords, if the first sword is luck, the second sword is a coincidence, I am afraid that the next third sword, Fang Jianping will not give Li Zi such a chance again.

The broad-robed old man in the distance raised his eyebrows heavily, obviously already in anger.

Fang Jianping naturally noticed the expression on his master's face, he looked at Li Zi with a sneer, and without saying anything, he raised the white light long sword in his hand and came towards Li Zi.

Everyone in the audience looked at this scene in surprise, Fang Jianping, as a senior in the cultivation world, was too shameless, and he actually used a sneak attack on a junior.

Li Zi obviously didn't notice that Fang Jianping was already coming towards him, and the speed was strange, so he didn't have time to react at all.

The mottled sword qi on the white light long sword soon surged towards him like a mountain, and at this time, because of the second sword, Li Zi's hand was still trembling violently, and the sword power on the long sword had not been completely unloaded!

"Stop!" Suddenly, an anxious shout came from afar.

A young monk dressed in a gray and white robe with an eight-pole pattern on his back hurried from a distance on a donkey.

Behind him sat a man who looked like a scholar, holding the donkey tightly, for fear that he would fall into the air.

Seeing that the long sword had descended on the top of the plum's head, the young monk did not care about anything else, and immediately jumped down from the donkey and flew towards the plum at a faster speed.

But after all, Fang Jianping had transformed into a divine cultivator, and the white light long sword almost reached the top of Li Zi's head at lightning speed.

At this time, Li Zi couldn't lift the cyan long sword in his hand to resist, and at this moment, the red sword in his body struggled frantically.

A substantial sword intent instantly swept into Li Zi's hand, and the green sword trembled violently, and it slashed upwards on its own.

The green sword emitted a tremendous force, but on the white light long sword was Fang Jianping's heavy pressure.

Almost instantly, the green sword was released from Li Zi's hand, and Li Zi's body flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood spurting out of his mouth and spilling into the air.

"Little junior brother!" the young monk's face turned red, and he hurried to catch the plum.

"Fang Jianping!" Jiang Liufeng's eyes were about to split, and he glared at Fang Jianping angrily.

The sword Fang Jianping just now was obviously successful in a sneak attack, if it was under normal precautions, even if Li Zi was defeated, he would not be seriously injured.

Fang Jianping glanced at him coldly and ignored him no more.

And after the young monk took the plum, he shouted anxiously: "Little junior brother, little junior brother." ”

Li Zi opened his eyes weakly, looked at the young man in front of him with a face like a crown of jade, and asked, "........ are you?"

The young cultivator shouted, "I'm Senior Brother Eleven. ”

"Eleventh Senior Brother........" Li Zi completely fainted after speaking.