The master's moves have never been the same poetic as in the biography of the rangers, and the poetry depicted has always been a judgment of life and death, and the score is high.

The two of them each took out four swords, the qi machine was already on the verge of the 'Xuanzun Level', Shen Luoyue was already at the end of the strong crossbow, and Ye Junlin still had a sword.

Who wins and who loses, the result is extremely clear.

As the disciple of the strongest person in the world, Shen Luoyue has a pride-of-ordinary place, and she will not admit defeat easily as a 'proud girl of the sky'.

"Come on, let me see your last sword!"

"Good. Ye Junlin nodded lightly, and the qi in his chest climbed to a new peak.

"Sword Five, Broken Flood!"

The last move was handed out, and the entire hall shook even more violently. The beams and stone pillars shattered into fine stones in the sky, like autumn drizzle, Xiao Xiao fell.

The sword aura is like the wind, but it exudes a white starlight. It is like the fine Lang of time, slowly flowing through the long river of years.

Time stood still at this moment, and all the gravel that fell in mid-air was suspended in mid-air.

Shen Luoyue stood dumbfounded, watching Ye Junlin's sword blade stabbing straight in, but unable to move a bit, as if there was an invisible force that stood still in time, and in this rule, everything could not be avoided.

Fan Wushuang, Qi Jianling, Shen Buxian, and Ximen Wan'er saw all this happening, with an unbelievable look on their faces. Isn't the power of 'rules' only available to masters above the 'Xuan Saint Rank'?

The duration of the 'Flood Breaking Style' is only five or six seconds, but these five or six seconds are completely enough to kill everything in an instant.

The giant sword was firmly resting on Shen Luoyue's white neck, and Ye Junlin put the sword back into its sheath and smiled at Shen Luoyue.

Shen Luoyue's heart was as if she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, which was indescribable.

From sword practice to now, she has always been a fairy in the cultivation of the sword in this Qingxiao Spirit Domain. Whether it is 'Wujia' Yingzheng, 'Ice Emperor' Beitang Mo, or 'Fire Phoenix' Nangong Xiaoxiang, and 'Thunder Emperor' Dongfang Lintian. In front of her, it's just one thing.

As long as she wants, defeating them is as simple as eating and sleeping.

But now, she was defeated by a person who was also a 'sword warrior', and this person's cultivation was two orders weaker than herself.

For a while, Shen Luoyue was unacceptable.

Ye Junlin sighed, and led everyone out of the precarious dilapidated hall, Shen Buxian carefully put away the 'gourd tripod', and with a light wave of the jade pen, the two spirit runes, covering all the breath of the medicine tripod.

Shen Luoyue turned to leave, and before leaving, she glanced back at Ye Junlin.

Be all abroad

If you want to go fast, you have to go alone, and if you want to go far, you have to go in a group.

Heading in the same direction, Shen Luoyue's speed was much faster than that of the Jin State team. In just half a day, Ye Junlin could no longer sense Shen Luoyue's qi.

Along the way, he did not encounter any danger again. Ximen Wan'er has gained a lot, and many spirit grasses that are difficult to find on the Qingxiao Spirit Domain are actually grabbed here.

has the opportunity to perform, and a person like Qi Jianling will naturally not let it go. Along the way, Qi Jianling was very attentive to Ximen Wan'er, which greatly deepened Ximen Wan'er's good impression of him.

I don't know why, Ye Junlin always felt like there was something, following them, but when he looked back, it was nothing.

"Is it an illusion?" Ye Junlin was slightly surprised.

There is no day and night in the Mausoleum of Emperor Wu, but the young warriors still need to rest, and they are in a hurry for days, so that their Xuan Qi is consumed quite a lot, leaving Qi Jianling to sentry, and the others are all sitting cross-legged, exhaling and breathing.

The 'Sword Divine Technique' that Ye Junlin cultivated was the highest level of cultivation of Xuan Technique, and the Xuan Qi consumed in one day was only half a pillar of incense, and it was only half a pillar of incense that he recovered.

In the distance, a flash of light flashed in the grass, as if someone was running a gas engine.

Ye Junlin's chest was full of qi, and the 'heavenly eyes' in his eyebrows slowly opened: there was nothing in the grass he saw, but for some reason, in Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness, there was a touch of Xuan Qi fluctuations.

"It's weird. Ye Junlin muttered to himself, secretly alert in his heart.

There was wind on the soles of his feet, and in just a few breaths, Ye Junlin's figure appeared in the grass.

That Xuan Qi fluctuation actually disappeared out of thin air.

Ye Junlin tilted his head slightly, looking puzzled. But at this moment, there was a sound of 'rustling' in the grass, as if someone was leaving in a hurry, panicking.

"Someone!"

Ye Junlin's mind quickly flashed through such a thought.

The other party is invisible, and even the 'Heavenly Eye' is difficult to catch, if it is an enemy, then their situation is dangerous.

"You can't let him leave like that. Ye Junlin slowly pulled out the giant sword.

The eyes were closed, and the 'heavenly eyes' in the center of the eyebrows shone with a touch of gold. The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly stopped at this moment.

A cold light flashed out of thin air, and a wisp of murderous aura rushed straight in.

The corners of Ye Junlin's mouth showed a sneer.

You can cover up the qi and the mysterious qi, but the real murderous qi depends on how you hide it.

The air was like a sharp weapon slicing through it, and the sound was extremely small, but Ye Junlin still caught its traces.

"It's now!"

Ye Junlin roared, his body jumped high, and the giant sword in his hand fell heavily.

"Boom!"

The giant sword seemed to have fallen into some blade, and it made a crisp sound. You don't have to think about it to know that the opponent's blade must have been cut off by the giant sword.

The unknown object was blasted out by the powerful force of the bombardment, and hit a large tree not far away, and the originally brown earth was sprinkled with several strands of blood.

A white light flashed, and the figure of a young man appeared in front of Ye Junlin. The young man wore a transparent cloak, as if blending into the air. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his chest was disorganized.

Ye Junlin was 100% sure at this moment that it was definitely this young man who had been following them for several days.

"'Hidden Taibao'?!"

When Fan Wushuang and the others rushed to hear the news, they looked at the cloaked young man, and they were all shocked.

"King's Landing, don't let him escape!"

The cloaked young man hastily breathed, and the Xuan Qi in his body surged. A white light shone, and the young man's figure disappeared again.

"Where to run!"

Ye Junlin shouted, and the sword qi all over his body was full of sky: "Sword Five, Break the Flood!"

The rules of time swept the heavens and the earth, and where the sword aura was pervasive, time stood still.

Fan Wushuang saw the opportunity, and the purple jade pen in his hand waved one after another.

"Sleepy!"

In mid-air, the purple light was like a mist, obscuring a small square of space. The purple mist gradually solidified, and finally formed a small boxy space.

There was a constant sound of crashing across the four walls.

Fan Wushuang breathed a long sigh of relief: "I finally caught you." ”