"How dare you be distracted in the battle of the same realm?"

Sensing that Su Baoqin's gaze had changed, he naturally wouldn't let go of such a good offensive opportunity.

The battle of the same realm, life and death are unpredictable.

Whichever side is distracted, the other side will surely lose.

"Forbidden Law Seal!"

Unintentionally shouted, put his palms together, flipped in a circle, and launched a palm-shaped phantom that penetrated the sky and the earth, and smashed directly towards Su Baoqin.

Boom! An explosion spread in the sky above the Juntian Temple, and it instantly caused a sensation in the entire southern city.

The palm print hit Su Baoqin, and the girl's figure began to dissipate.

Zhou Lan looked up at the battle in the sky above the Buddhist temple, and when he saw the girl who was destroyed by the palm print, his heart suddenly tightened.

Su Baoqin is dead, and in the entire Huaiyang, I'm afraid no one can stop Wuxin.

This means that everything that has been done before is in vain, and no intention is more ruthless than no trick, and the Huaiyang royal family has only a dead end.

For Princess Huaiyang, the sky has fallen.

"Truly!"

The sound of unintentional and treacherous laughter continued, drowning out the original explosion.

As soon as the sword cultivator of the Sword Saint Realm died, no one could stop him from coming to Huaiyang.

"Princess Zhou Lan, your life, this seat will be accepted!"

The cold voice fell, and Wuxin's whole person rushed down from mid-air, and at the same time, his palm condensed the spirit yuan true qi of the initial realm of the sea, and he was about to kill Zhou Lan.

"Princess, be careful."

At the moment of life and death, Su Baoqin's voice suddenly sounded.

A red sword fell from the sky and plunged straight into the earth.

In an instant, the blood-colored sword light shook open a dark red light shield, enveloping Zhou Lan and Chen Xiaoyu in it.

At this time, the girl in the pale green skirt was following behind the Wuxin monk.

It turned out that when the forbidden palm print was about to hit Su Baoqin, the girl in the pale green skirt robe suddenly shifted, leaving only a virtual afterimage.

It's just that the afterimage has sword aura, and when it is rubbed by the aura of the palm print, it explodes unexpectedly.

With the sound of the explosion attracting everyone's attention, Su Baoqin hid behind Wuxin with the skill of the sword.

At this moment, the sword qi condensing shield of the Chixiao Sword Technique blocked the unintentional pursuit of life. Su Baoqin also took the opportunity to gather sword qi to condense a long sword made entirely of sword qi.

"Drink!"

With a deep sigh, Su Baoqin swung his sword and slashed at Wuxin.

This sword, the Sword Venerable Foot Realm, is no less than the full force of the Canghai Initial Realm.

Caught off guard, a sword slashed at Wuxin's back, and he coughed sullenly, turned around and blasted out an air palm.

It's just that the girl's body is as light as a swallow, and a sideways shift dodges the unintentional palm print.

The power of the palm print was nowhere to be, and it smashed on the top of the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Juntian Temple.

The magnificent building was directly lifted to the top.

Countless tiles and brushes fell, mud brick walls, and one side fell, and the dusty Juntian Temple Daxiong Treasure Hall was in a mess.

The monks raised their heads and looked up at the destruction of half of the magnificent treasure hall, all of them feeling cold.

Su Baoqin turned around, fell to Zhou Lan's side, and opened his five fingers.

The red sword recognized the master, rose from the ground, and returned to Su Baoqin's hands.

She swung her red sword, and a blood-colored sword qi slashed towards Wuxin, with a clanging sound.

It's sword qi again!

Wuxin was no stranger to this kind of sword qi, he instantly walked out of the self-blame of the destruction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, turned over, and opened up a spirit shield to block Haoran's sword qi.

After that, with the residual strength of the spirit shield dissipated, it quickly shifted.

In mid-air, with a heavy sound of "My Buddha is compassionate", he unintentionally raised one arm above his head, his body was inverted, and the Buddha relics in his palm shone brightly, falling straight to the earth, like a meteor.

"Be careful!"

At the moment when the unintentional palm force was about to be suppressed, Chen Xiaoyu stiffened up and quickly chanted "Sword", and the flying sword under his feet carried him past Su Baoqin.

One wrapped around the waist, Chen Xiaoyu picked up the girl directly without thinking, and the plug-in effect of the sword's flight was to open as fast as possible.

I saw that Wuxin's palm fell, and the aura fluctuations on the earth shook countless cracks on the masonry ground of the entire Juntian Temple.

"A single fall in the Canghai Realm can have such a strong force, thanks to me, it will be miserable if you don't burn!"

High in the sky, Chen Xiaoyu on the flying sword held Su Baoqin and squinted at the cracked earth.

The dusty Juntian Temple is no less than the Huaiyang Palace in the war at this moment.

"Thanks to you?"

Leaning on Chen Xiaoyu, Su Baoqin had a calm face, she clenched the sword in her hand, and reprimanded: "Just now, the old bald donkey wanted to fight me head-on, and it was also the only chance I could use the Chixiao Sword Technique to fight him, and now I have been disturbed by you!" ”

"Huh?"

Chen Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, and his gaze slowly moved to the girl's hand.

The blood-colored sword qi lingered around the hilt, and Chen Xiaoyu coughed twice and muttered, "I...... Is it a good intention to do something bad? ”

Thinking about it, overcoming the fear in his heart, and saving a peerless girl under the hands of a strong man in the Canghai Realm, this is a legendary story.

However, now this embarrassing scene made Chen Xiaoyu feel that it seemed that the protagonist was not suitable for him to put a cup or something.

So, he looked at Su Baoqin again and asked in a low voice, "Then are we going down now?" ”

"Go down!" Su Baoqin's eyes were firm.

Helpless, Chen Xiaoyu had no choice but to go straight down with his sword.

At this time, Su Baoqin, who was leaning on the young man's arms, frowned, and even she couldn't do such a fast sword speed.

"Old bald donkey, buddy is back!"

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, Chen Xiaoyu suddenly shouted, stepped on the sword and slid over the unintentional bald head, and fell smoothly in front of Zhou Lan.

At the same time, Su Baoqin, who was bridging time, volleyed a sword in the air and stabbed Wuxin without reservation.

Clang!

The sword seemed to hit the iron wall with a crisp sound.

Chen Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Sister Su, quickly put away your sword!" ”

It turned out that the red sword did not hit the iron wall, but unintentionally clamped the sword body.

The sound just now was actually the clanging of the red sword.

Anyone who has seen martial arts knows that the final fate of a sword that is caught is very likely to be broken.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaoyu hurriedly reminded, but it was obviously too late.

I only heard a click, and a crisp and pleasant sound came from Wuxin's fingertips, and the red sword was suddenly broken in two, and Su Baoqin was also shocked back by the residual strength of the broken sword.

Chen Xiaoyu shouted "Transfer" without hesitation, instantly moved behind Su Baoqin, and struggled to catch her.

However, due to the great disparity in strength, he was also pushed down by this power and hit the stone tablet with Su Baoqin.

"Hmm!" Chen Xiaoyu spit out a mouthful of old blood violently.

Wuxin laughed wildly, walked over and grabbed Zhou Lan's neck, stood in front of the injured two, spread out the palm of his right hand, and the "Buddha Relic" in the palm of his palm exuded a dazzling golden light.

"I know that you want to take the Buddha relics, and now that it is in front of you, I have come to take ......."

Before he could finish his words, a black shadow suddenly passed by him from nowhere, and the glowing Buddha relic disappeared in an instant.

"Buddha relics, the deity will accept it!"

On the steps of the Buddhist temple not far away, a middle-aged man in a black robe let out an arrogant laugh.