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In Chen Jing's heart, Ye Qingxue's impression was still that of sitting on the grass and practicing. Whether it's day or night, wind or rain, she's just sitting there. At that time, Ye Qingxue was so clear, but later, it slowly blurred, and it became clear for a while, and now Ye Qingxue is like being in a fog. But no matter when it was at the beginning, Chen Jing never cared about what kind of mystery Ye Qingxue had, never cared, even if the first person in the world asked such a thing now, Chen Jing didn't care.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know. You are the first primordial god cultivator in a thousand years, and nothing in the world can hide from you, so do you know that she is my senior sister and the one who has rescued me from life and death many times. Chen Jing said, his body is the same as Zhaoxian Zhenren, there is a layer of white light, but Zhaoxian Zhenren is the light of the Yuanshen, and Chen Jing's whole body is full of sword light.

Outside the hall, there was still the sound of the piano coming in, if there was nothing, it was never broken, lingering.

Chen Jingzhen, who was sitting in the pavilion, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light, one black and one red, penetrated into his nostrils, and then saw him stand up, and he had disappeared into the corner in front of him with one step, and he had already rushed into the thick sword spell regardless of it.

"Young man, when I first walked down the mountain, I didn't take the cultivators of the world in my eyes, and after suffering a few big losses, I understood a truth." Zhao Xianzhen said. Chen Jing was silent, and he was standing in front of Ye Qingxue, his hands hanging in the blue robe. He was still savoring the moment of life and death just now, just now when he was about to be buried by the mana of Zhaoxian Zhenren into the thick mountain talisman sword intent, he tried his best to explode the spirit with the sword qi, and he also took the opportunity to escape, and then he conjured up an illusion there, making them think that they were really buried, and then they took the opportunity to sneak attack, but they were still detected.

After his Zhaoxian Zhenren Yuan Shen changed, the sword spirit flying away was actually false, and the real body was integrated into one of the two golden lights, and it was submerged into the body of the Zhaoxian Zhenren's Yuan Shen, he wanted to risk killing the Zhaoxian Zhenren, but he still didn't do it. However, he also knew why Zhaoxian Zhenren did not die in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall full of sword spells.

Zhao Xian Zhenren said: "Sometimes, saving one's life is more important than anything else, especially for those of us who are cultivators, after a hundred and ten years, no one knows who will become what they will become. Cultivators should never compete with others for a while, but to see who lives longer, and if you look at it in a hundred or ten years, you will find that many of your enemies have disappeared over the years. ”

Chen Jing was still silent, but Lichen carried the Peerless Immortal Sword out of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, the battle between Lichen and Qin Demon Shiyan finally ended with Shi Yan's disappearance, in the eyes of some people, this was Shi Yan's escape, but in Lichen's heart, it was the opposite, because she didn't know how Shi Yan left at the time.

Zhao Xianzhen's eyes gradually cooled, and he said: "Young man, it is not easy to pity you for cultivation, but you are only the wind in your ears, and the catastrophe can be avoided, but it cannot be eliminated." ”

Chen Jing said suddenly: "Chen Jing should remember the words of a real person, but today I will not let anyone hurt my senior sister no matter what, unless I die." His voice was not loud, and the last four words were particularly light, but there was a sonorous flavor, and there was sword intent in his voice.

Before his words fell, Zhaoxian Zhenren had already moved, or his whole person had already pounced, his shape was as big as a mountain, and his body was like a sword condensing, and when he fell, the sword was like a silver flood.

At first glance, there is no way to avoid it.

It's like a hammer striking a stone.

This is the best way to kill Chen Jing, in the eyes of Zhaoxian Zhenren, this Chen Jing's swordsmanship has entered the law, if it is just a light fighting swordsmanship, he will not be able to help him for a while, the only way is to use the mana to press down, there is no way to avoid it, so that he has no room to dodge at all.

He was right to think like this, but how could Chen Jing not think like this, when he was thinking about the direction of his kendo development, he had already thought of the problems he might face, all along, his mana was not high, not to mention that he chose this kind of sword to transform into nothingness and integrate into various spells The path of the sword.

I saw that when Zhao Xianzhen's primordial god body turned into a surging sword and rushed over, Chen Jing's hand waved out in front of him, rolling.

As soon as the sword light flashed, one of Chen Jing's arms turned into a white sword whirlpool, this whirlpool was like an awl from the inside out, the surging mana seemed to be drilled through, and Chen Jing's body turned into a butterfly in the sword.

The butterfly's wings were flapping, as if it was struggling in a storm, and I saw the sword light all around the butterfly, and the sword groan was long. However, it is unbelievable that Ye Qingxue behind the butterfly does not seem to have any influence at all.

Zhao Xian Zhenren's heart was greatly shaken, he thought that Chen Jing's swordsmanship had just stepped into the path of the void pole from reality to virtuality, but now he knew that Chen Jing's swordsmanship had taken a big step, and it was no longer a technique at all, but a law, and he had already given birth to sword intent, and it was not a simple killing intent, but a kind of sword intent unique to him.

Zhao Xian Zhenren only felt that his mana was cut open, like the flow of water being cut by a standing mountain rock, so he had to go to both sides. At this time, he felt that he underestimated the junior in front of him, if he knew that Chen Jing had the Siyu Divine Monument of the third grade, he would definitely not say what he said before, in the previous contact, he only felt that the swordsmanship of Chen Jing in front of him was all the way to the illusion, if the two of them fought the sword, he might not be able to win, but Chen Jing wanted to protect Ye Qingxue behind him, so he couldn't avoid it, but what surprised him was that Chen Jing was actually able to break his mana in this square inch.

The sound of the piano outside the hall was still the same, and at the same time there was a piercing sound of the sword coming out of the sheath, which was the sword of the Absolute Immortal out of the sheath.

At the moment when the Absolute Immortal Sword was unsheathed, the light surging towards Ye Qingxue became even stronger. The sword light on the butterfly's body is the same as Dasheng, but it seems that it may be blown or torn at any time.

"Bang."

The door of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall was slammed open, and a person rushed in, and a punch was thrown out from a distance, only to see a river wave emerge with his punch, sweeping mightily.

Zhao Xian Zhenren was shocked in his heart, and immediately understood that the person who came in was Chen Jing's true body. It's just that in an instant, he has already seen that Chen Jing has obtained the third-grade god position. The river waves rushed in, and by the time Chen Jing threw that punch, he himself had already disappeared. Zhao Xian Zhenren didn't dodge, if that mana rushed in, he could just use it to transform and take down Ye Qingxue in one fell swoop, but when that power rushed to his body, it was actually a whirlpool. As soon as he felt it, he understood that this was a sword domain transformed by the power of the river domain. He naturally didn't go during the Battle of Xiuchun Bay that year, if he had seen it, he would have recognized that this was the Jinghe Trap Sword Domain Great Array that had submerged all the young men of Obsidian Prefecture.

It's just that he doesn't need to rely on the momentum of the Jing River now, but can transform out of thin air.

Zhaoxian Zhenren retreated, and a figure flashed in front of Ye Qingxue, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the butterfly landed in his palm, and the butterfly wings opened and closed lightly and slowly. He looked at the butterfly in his palm, his face was like a knife, without the slightest expression, the clothes on his body did not shake, and his side face was facing Zhaoxian Zhenren.

Zhao Xian Zhenren reappeared and stared at Chen Jing.

I only heard Chen Jing say: "Back then, you were such a peerless thing, holding a peerless immortal, killing the world's great demons like killing a dog, and a sword came through the air, almost making me dissipate." ”

"And now?" Zhao Xianzhen asked coldly.

Chen Jing still looked at the butterfly in his hand, and said slowly and bluntly: "A real person." ”

Zhao Xian Zhenren was furious, but before he could make a move, the butterfly in Chen Jing's hand suddenly flew up, and Zhao Xian Zhenren saw a blurry sword light in his eyes, and the sword light suddenly turned into butterflies. At the same time, there are river waves surging on Chen Jing's body, butterflies fall on the river waves, and the river waves turn into purple and red flowers.

Zhaoxian Zhenren felt that he was in the midst of a sea of flowers, with a fresh breeze and a burst of flowers.