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The hearts of the people watching from the outside couldn't help but crumble, thinking that the temple must be destroyed under this sword, and they all saw the power of the green sword, no one would think that Chen Jing, who was fighting with Monk Muzhen, could still block this sword.

Just as Changmei Zhenren passed by Monk Muzhen and was about to fly into the river temple, the green sword in his hand suddenly flipped and fell sideways, and his body stopped. At the moment when the green sword was blocked by the side strength, a touch of sword wire was stabbed on the green sword. And at the moment when Changmei blocked that touch of sword wire, the sword filaments surged in the white mist, gushing out of the river temple like river waves, involving Changmei and Mu Zhen.

Many hearts were beating wildly, thinking that if he had blocked it more slowly, he would have been separated by now. Changmei was secretly shocked in his heart, in his opinion, people who practice swords in the world can only die when they meet themselves, but they have encountered a bizarre Lichen with high swordsmanship in front of him, and now this Chen Jing is not half a point worse. However, he didn't know how many times he had simulated such a big battle in his heart, for him, those swords made of sacrifice were the biggest flaws of these skilled swordsman, I saw that his wrist turned, and the green sword in his hand had already conjured up a sword shadow, enveloping the sword light that had not yet disappeared, and he obviously wanted to use the advantage of the green sword to shatter the sword that had been trained to transform into shape.

In the air, he drilled like a drill into the river temple, and the drill bit was the green sword that was stirring wildly. Under a piece of blue light, it is like a frog.

The sword shadow is sensen, and the murderous spirit is soaring. The offense and defense were reversed in an instant.

Most of the sword qi that was twisted was just sword qi, which was transformed by mist, and Chen Jing, who was really transformed from the sky, did not dare to let the green sword touch it. It's not that the Lost Sky Sword is too bad, but that this sword is too strong, not only Chen Jing can feel the strength of this sword, but even the people outside secretly think that the green sword will be famous in the world.

Among the thousands of sword lights, there is a sword wire that is the strongest and deadliest, it is elusive, and it is not far from the vital points around Changmei. In the twisting of the green sword, only that touch of sword light did not retreat at all, but trembled in the sword shadow of the green sword dance, and those with good eyesight would find that the sword light was not trembling. Instead, it moved with the green sword, and every dodge was only evasive, and the difference was only a millimeter. So from a distance, that sword light just appeared a hazy white mist, and it didn't move in the shadow of the sword.

The sword silk trembled and then disappeared, and the long-eyebrow Taoist retreated, and the green sword in his hand danced out of a cloud of green smoke in front of him. Only he knew that if he hadn't retreated quickly just now, he would have been pierced into his eyebrows by that sword light.

The long eyebrows retreated like the wind, and only then did he avoid the sword wire, and immediately rose with his sword.

After the arrival of the Changmei Daoist, Mu Zhen had already walked to the gate of the temple, his steps were extremely heavy, and the closer he got to the front of the temple, the slower he walked. After a few rounds of sword fighting between Chen Jing and Changmei Electric Stone Fire, he had only taken two steps. The red light above his head rushed up, turning a gray mist into a red glow. At the same time that the sword light of the Lost Sky Sword forced Changmei back, there was a touch of sword wire that pierced the back of Mu Zhen's neck, and the sword wire entered the red light, and it was obvious that it was a little sluggish, and a black Buddha bead had already hit the sword light, and there was a silent ripple where it hit. The sword wire faded, and the bead retracted into his hand. His steps forward stopped, because there was already a sword light in front of him stabbing towards his eyes, and as soon as he entered the red light, the Buddha bead in his hand had already ejected out again, but the sword light suddenly drew a silver arc, still stabbing towards Mu Zhen.

Next to the blue light is sheng, a green shadow surging straight towards the river temple, a sword light in the river temple but no matter how dense his green shadow is, it pierces straight into the sword light, no matter how unpredictable the green sword is, it can avoid being twisted by the green sword, and at the same time, the white mist in all directions is surging towards the two of them, rotating with them as the center, and the white mist looks like it is composed of endless sword wires at first glance.

Those two sword wires are swordsmanship that turns swords into silk, and it is not impossible to turn more sword wires with his Lost Heaven Sword and Jinghe spiritual power, but with the two sword wires, it is already his limit to fight Mu Zhen and Changmei.

When Mu Zhen was not attacked by the sword, he did not hit the river temple with the Buddha beads, it was not that he did not do it, but he had already entered the river temple with three Buddha beads and did not come out. Only under the shroud of red light could his Buddha beads hit that elusive sword wire.

He was carrying immense strength, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. He is the mana that fights against the spiritual power of Jinghe, and Changmei uses the sword in his hand to cut the spiritual power of Jinghe forward.

The sword did not pierce into the red light around Mu Zhen's body, and he could clearly sense it. As long as the sword light pierced into the red light, the speed would slow down, and to Chen Jing, this piece of red light was like a red quagmire, and there was a huge sense of restraint as soon as he entered it. Mu Zhen seized the moment of stagnation and struck out a Buddha bead, the Buddha bead seemed to be just a little black light, but it made Chen Jing feel that his heart was hit hard by a sledgehammer.

Outside the white mist, they all looked at the images reflected by the blue mirror in the sky, and their hearts were shocked, whether it was Mu Zhen or Long Eyebrows, it was enough to shock them. The red-like light above Mu Zhen's head no one could see through what kind of magical power it was, and in the white mist, it seemed that his momentum was not weaker than Chen Jing in the River Temple. And the sword of the Changmei Daoist standing on the top of the mountain can already be said to be amazing, a sword slashed a corner of the river temple, so many people didn't see a single look at the river temple before they died, but a corner was shattered under his sword.

One is unfathomable, the other is sharp.

But these two people stopped before and after they came to the River Temple, and they couldn't step on the threshold of the River Temple. Each was blocked by a flash of sword light flying out of the river temple, which could not be captured in the mirror outside, and only showed when the sword light pierced into the red light around Mu Zhen's body, and the rest of the time it was hidden in the void.

"What a clever swordsmanship."

Someone exclaimed in their hearts, people who know the goods can naturally see that Chen Jing and Changmei are both sword cultivators, Chen Jing is a sword that he has cultivated step by step, and his swordsmanship is also extremely skillful. And Changmei's ability is all in the sword in his hand, maybe the sword still has infinite power, but now it can't be exerted, despite this, it is enough to make him proud of the immortals, but in the face of Chen Jing, who is skilled in swordsmanship, he couldn't show the power of the sword for a while, and suppressed it.

The fog is surging, and if it is a real river wave, it must be a situation of turning the river and the sea at this time. Even if it's not, it's still extremely spectacular.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano sounded between heaven and earth, and the sound of the piano was melodious and long. One by one, he immediately looked at Bai Yan, who was sitting on the top of the green mountain, he didn't look up at the sky, nor did he look at the river fog, he just focused on playing the piano in his hand. The sound of the piano was melodious at first, but after a while, it turned into sadness, sadness and resentment, and suddenly turned sharply, turning into a burst of killing sounds, that is, after someone was wronged, he sharpened his knife in the middle of the night in anger to kill the whole family. The sound of killing did not stop, but intensified. After only a while, it evolved into a great chaos that swept the world, like 100,000 iron horsemen across the world, and like the slaughter of the city when the city was broken.

"This is 'Heaven and Earth Chaos'."

Unconsciously, the sound of the piano has brought many people's thoughts into a chaotic scene.

Lichen did not return to Luofu, North Luzhou, she stood in the clouds, raised the gourd and drank a sip of medicinal wine, but her eyes looked at the person sitting on the top of the mountain playing the piano. She has her own spells to see through the white mist, Luofu is a sect that existed before the disappearance of the heavenly court, although it is based on the sword, there are countless spells that assist in the use of swordsmanship, which is the essence of the great sect between heaven and earth. If you don't see far enough, you can't see clearly enough, and even if your swordsmanship is masterful, how can you take the enemy's head for thousands of miles.

There is a spell of "Golden Jade Pupil" in Luofu Gate, which belongs to one of the several spells that must be practiced together when the sword is sacrificed from a young age, this spell is specialized in the eyes, and it is said that it can see the nine hells in the high depths, and outsiders can't see any strangeness at all. Although this billowing river mist could disturb the cultivator's divine thoughts that rubbed into it, it could not block her eyes. For Chen Jing's swordsmanship, although she was a little surprised by Chen Jing's rapid progress, she also felt that it was still within her tolerance. Thinking that Chen Jing was a god, within his divine domain, he would naturally be more intelligent. And that long eyebrows she had encountered, she didn't use all her strength in that encounter in the valley, and naturally knew that this long eyebrows who claimed to be from Shushan didn't use all their strength, but there were two swords that let her know that he only accounted for three points of his own cultivation, and the power of the sword in his hand was seven points. That's why she said that he was not the opponent of the Kunlun Sect, and no one knew the history of the Kunlun Sect better than a disciple like her, who was also a major sect.

Lichen has been famous for a long time for this person known as the Qin Demon, and he has been to the mountains several times to find it, but he has not found it. Since I met it today, how can I let it go.

Bai Yan's gray robe was draped on the ground, sitting cross-legged, with a gray-white stone piano on his lap, and the five stone strings spun when the five fingers crossed it, but there were complex syllables echoing in the sky.

"Luo Fu Lichen leads the Qin Demon Great/Law."

Suddenly, a cold sound sounded between heaven and earth, and at the same time, a faint sword groan was mixed in the sound of the piano, and the sound of the piano changed, but it was not disrupted by this sword chant, but added the killing meaning of the piano sound.

A sword light descended from the nine heavens, more condensed and dazzling than the sword wire in the mirror flying above Xiuchun Bend. When the sound started, the sword light had already fallen from the clouds, and before the sound fell, the sword had already pierced the top of Shi Yan's head.

The sword went straight to Bai Yan's throat, but Bai Yan didn't look up.

But the sound of the piano suddenly became heavy, and the sword seemed to have been hit by something, and it pierced through Shi Yan's ear, almost touching the flesh, cutting a strand of floating hair in the air and floating in the wind.

In the sky, the white clouds are far away, and the eyes are as bright as sword light, holding a sprinkler in one hand, and the other finger is like a sword in the void and swiping rapidly. And the moment the sword flew past Bai Yan's cheek, it turned sharply, and cut straight at Bai Yan's back strength.

This sword was much worse than the previous one in terms of momentum, but it was faster, and there was a feeling of cold wind burrowing into the room through the crack in the door, mysterious and cold.