Not far away is Ye Qingxue lying in the position where the former Lord of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Emperor Haotian, was sitting, but now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. The only thing Chen Jing could do was to respect Ye Qingxue's words and not let her leave that chair.

The butterfly wings flapped, and the sword light rose one by one, and in the pieces of sword light, there were countless butterflies flying out, but none of them were real. Suddenly, a cloud of sword light flashed up, and the dazzling white light was mixed with some gold, and the sword light in this moment was actually so that the butterfly could not see clearly.

In this burst of sword light, the butterfly fell to the ground, and the tumbling breath fell to the ground like sand, making a fluttering sound, a blur, and the place where the butterfly fell was buried.

Zhao Xian Zhenren frowned slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the pile of dust that buried the butterflies flew up, scattered into the void and turned into nothingness. It's just that the butterfly that was supposed to be buried there is gone.

Zhao Xianzhen was a little surprised, he didn't even see when the butterfly disappeared. Standing not far away, Lichen also didn't see it, and she could clearly see that the butterfly was still buried after several struggles.

"Boom ......" A melodious and soft sword groan sounded in the void, listening to the ears, like a light veil brushing against the cheeks. The sword light in Lichen's hand in the center of the hall flickered slightly, and she couldn't even determine where this sword chant came from, as if it came from a dream last night. What you can't see through creates a sense of danger.

Zhao Xianzhen's eyes were like lightning, and he suddenly shouted, and the void in front of him rolled into waves, and those free sword spells and sword wires were all rolled up by waves like floating creatures in the water.

It's just that his voice didn't cover up the sword groan at all, but it seemed to alarm the dream-like sword chant, in the eyes of Zhaoxian Zhenren, suddenly a butterfly fluttered and flew, but the butterfly was hazy, like a dream, and it couldn't be seen clearly at all, from one to two, two to three, and three actually became full of butterflies.

He was shocked in his heart, and the sense of danger rose, and he immediately shouted, and his eyes immediately cleared up, but there was already an ethereal butterfly with no murderous aura that had flown overhead, and the sword light was swallowing, and it was very secretive.

Falling, the sword light is rich.

The top of Zhaoxian Zhenren's head suddenly dissolved, he was the body of the primordial god, changing at will.

At the moment when the Lost Sky Sword Butterfly fell, his head collapsed into the neck, dissolved, and became a white cloud.

"Boom......"

The sword chant is like a breeze flowing, and the slightest thread enters the heart.

In this instant, the butterfly fell like a goshawk. It's like this is not a character of the Yuan Shen Immortal Dao, but a little white rabbit.

Zhao Xianzhen's body suddenly rolled up into the sky at this moment, and it was already dodging the attack in an instant. The butterfly suddenly rose into the air, but two golden rays of light fell into the white mist that covered it, and the white mist swallowed it and turned it into the head of Zhaoxian Zhenren again, but he didn't chase after him, the butterfly disappeared in the void, and when it reappeared, it had already fallen on Ye Qingxue's hand holding the sword.

Zhao Xian Zhenren's face was a little gloomy, and Chen Jing was dissolving his spell no matter how he changed in front of him. But if this is the case, Zhaoxian Zhenren will be surprised. The current gods are not as good as the gods of a thousand years ago, more than a thousand years ago, the heavenly court accepted the faith of heaven and earth, and every god would have the mana to respond as long as the god position arrived, and now although it is a lot freer, but compared to the gods more than a thousand years ago, the same god position, the current gods are obviously not as good as the previous ones, even if Chen Jingzhen came, the mana may not be as good as Zhaoxian Zhenren, not to mention that he is the incarnation of the sword spirit.

But it's just such a sword spirit incarnation.

"I didn't expect that outside of Luofu, there would be a sword cultivator like you." Zhao Xianzhen said, but Chen Jing didn't answer him, he was like he was really just a butterfly, not speaking, just his wings flapping slightly.

Before his words fell, he suddenly spit out a golden thread from his mouth, which was the one that had submerged into his body before, and was driven out by him, the golden thread flashed in the void, twisted, and turned into a butterfly in a flash, and the light on the butterfly's body flashed again and turned into a human, and the butterfly on the back of Ye Qingxue's hand dissipated like light smoke at the same time.

Zhaoxian Zhenren was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Slim as smoke and dust, sharp as cold snow." When the mystery is like a spring butterfly falling into a dream, unpredictable and mysterious,"

Although his words were sighing and praising Chen Jing, the murderous aura in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

Chen Jing's swordsmanship had already taken another path, which was also evident from Lichen, and she was eager to try it, while Zhaoxian Zhenren didn't experience this feeling until she became a primordial god.

Not by the sword, but by the sword. It's all swordsmanship.

Chen Jing's swordsmanship is based on the sword spirit misty butterfly natal supernatural power, mainly psychedelic, ethereal and dreamy, and the sharp killing aura is a little insufficient, and it has always been missing the kind of clean and neat way to break through the enemy with a sword. This is because the material of the sword is not good. However, later Chen Jing had already embarked on another path of swordsmanship, and for the first time in so many years, it was actually surprising to Zhaoxian Zhenren, the head of Luofu, who was known as the world's immortal sword out of Luofu. He commented on a mysterious sentence.

Just as he was about to strike again, Zhaoxian Zhenren suddenly frowned slightly and said, "Chen'er, kill him." ”

But as he spoke, the sound of a harp came in from outside the temple.

The sound of the piano was ethereal, but it could not be resisted and penetrated into the ears of everyone.

Chen Jing didn't think of Qin Demon Shiyan almost instantly, but he didn't expect him to appear at this time, he had disappeared for so many years, but he appeared at this time. His piano sound still sounds ethereal and elusive, but when it enters the ears, it seems to have turned into substance, and it is drilling into the body vigorously.

Li Chen's steps towards Chen Jing immediately stopped, and she looked up at the top of the hall, she naturally saw through the top of the hall without showing it, but she heard that the sound came from the location outside.

At this time, Zhaoxian Zhenren said: "Young man, although your swordsmanship has found another way, but you alone can't protect your senior sister, which will only harm your senior sister, you hand over the sword, I can let you go, so that your senior sister should be able to save it." ”

Chen Jing said: "Senior sister told me not to let her leave this seat, I can't take her away. Over my dead body. ”

"Young man, don't talk too much. Do you know what kind of sword your senior sister is holding, and do you know why your senior sister has to sit on the throne of that heavenly lord? ”