The killing intent that rushed to the sky was like a squeezing balloon that instantly found its vent, and the wind surged, dissipating in the blink of an eye.

The sun shrouded the top of the mountain again, the grass and trees began to stretch, and everything in front of Tian Baohe was no different from just now, and any sword qi or killing intent that wanted to stop him was gone.

"Poof......

Jun Jue let out a muffled snort behind the mask, clutching his chest and taking two steps back, a few drops of crimson blood faintly sticking out from the edge where the mask and his chin fit.

There was still too little time left for him, and he only had time to comprehend the "Zhuxian Sword Array" on the scale of the twelve swords, if he could put out the thirty-six swords...... The result may be different, as for the seventy-two swords, the one who should consider whether he can survive or not is Tian Baohe.

But Jun Jue did not have the slightest dissatisfaction with himself in his heart, because he knew very well that it was precisely because he was Jun Jue that he could put out the "Zhuxian Sword Array" of the twelve swords in such a short period of time, and if he was any other person in the world, even if it was those sword formations on the Wusheng Peak of Tianlang Sword Village, it was impossible to do better than him.

Wait, Jiang Chou may not count.

If you can't put thirty-six swords, it's not his sin, it's also the sin of time.

Therefore, Jun Jue's mood at the moment is not lost, but a little helpless.

He raised his eyes to look at Tian Baohe, and a faint look of determination appeared in the depths of his solemn eyes.

After staying in Xiaoqingguan for so long, and receiving Jiang Chou's long-lasting and vigorous "treatment" every night, the injuries in Jun Jue's body have almost recovered one-tenth.

I thought that this tenth was enough to support Xiao Qingguan to the day of independence, but I didn't think that at this moment, I would have to face Tian Baohe, who had just entered the Immortal Tower, Jun Jue thought a little silently.

After fighting this old life and that sword box, what chance can I have?

Forty percent?

No, maybe only 30%.

Sancheng...... How long has it been since I've fought such a fight with no low odds?

Jun Jue sighed slowly, slowly straightened his back, and the light in his eyes was changing.

"If it were normal, I would definitely take off your mask and see who you really are." Tian Baohe put his hands behind his back again, the sun was draped on him, but there was no trace of warmth, and he said lightly, "But now I have more important things to do, hand over the sword formation, and I will leave you a whole corpse." ”

In the face of the huge oppression emanating from Tian Baohe's absolute strength, Jun Jue Lao Dao seemed very calm, and even looked at Tian Baohe and asked rhetorically with a smile.

"I just feel tired when I go upstairs, right?"

A very ordinary sentence, even a little puzzling to ordinary people, fell in Tian Baohe's ears like a thunderbolt exploded!

His originally squinted eyes suddenly widened, and two rays of light burst out of his eyes, staring at Jun Jue's old man, as if he was about to pierce the smiling monk's mask like a sword, and saw the true expression on Jun Jue's face.

The deathly silence and the feeling of confrontation made the grass and trees on the top of the mountain feel a strong pressure, and the clouds in the sky drifted silently away.

After a moment of silence, Tian Baohe finally spoke, and the words spit out of his dry lips were cold and confident: "Maybe you used to be strong, but you are seriously injured now, so you are not my opponent." ”

"If you don't try, how do you know?" Jun Jue said with a chuckle, his tone like a breeze.

The human world is a complex world, and so is the cultivation world, but sometimes it's very simple.

Whoever has a bigger and harder fist will be able to stand to the end.

"Arrogance."

Tian Baohe naturally wouldn't be provoked so easily, to their kind of realm, standing on that building, the scenery they saw, and even the air they breathed was different.

No matter how many words there are, there is no fist as powerful.

Tian Baohe deeply understands this truth.

So he threw a punch.

Wrapped in the breeze, towards the stars, punch.

At this moment, it seems that there is no longer a sky, and there has never been a ground, he is obviously still standing in front of the mountain road, but the strength of his fist has already hit his face.

And what landed in front of Jun Jue Lao Dao was not a punch, but a dazzling and countless meteors!

Of course, this is not an ordinary boxing, this is Tian Baohe's "Fengxing Boxing", which is the boxing technique he learned when he was young when he fought with cranes on the mountain at night!

Under this punch, even the stars are closed, how can the crane find a way out?

So what should Jun Jue do?

This may be a problem for others, but for Jun Jue Lao Dao, at least in the matter of fighting, there has never been a problem.

No matter what lies ahead, with the sword in hand, just cut it open.

No road?

The more times you draw your sword, the more you can find a way.

Jun Jue's old fingers were like a sword, and the fingertips were condensed, inch by inch, and slowly stabbed out before walking.

Whoa!

As his arm moved forward, the space crossed by his two fingers was torn apart, leaving a slender crack that was finger wide, the crack was like the stream flowing on Xiaoqing Mountain, but what flowed in it was the Void Realm Thunder Mang that was enough to kill the powerful man who knew his fate in an instant!

At this moment, Jun Jue's two fingers were a sword.

The sharpest flying sword in the world!

……

The fist meets the sword.

Thousands of meteor fist shadows suddenly condensed into a point, but the fingertip sword light exploded like fireworks!

"The Sword Technique of the Creek? You are a member of Tianlang Sword Village! ”

Tian Baohe's eyes changed slightly, but the next moment, his voice was engulfed by a huge explosion.

"Boom!"

A huge mushroom-like gray cloud lit up on the top of Xiaoqing Mountain, and the sound, space, and world seemed to be far away at this moment.

In the gray clouds, the clothes on Jun Jue's body were torn in an instant, the edge of the mask had already been stained red with blood, and his figure flew out upside down like a broken paper kite.

However, at this last moment, he still used the last remaining strength to roll the aftermath of the explosion into the sky, protecting Xiao Qingguan behind him to the greatest extent.

The old man lowered his head a little desolately, looked at Tian Baohe, who was still standing in place on the opposite side, but had only taken three steps back, and secretly smiled bitterly.

Although this Stream Divine Sword, which had consumed his months of accumulation, was equal to Tian Grappling's punch, his physical condition was not enough to support him to continue fighting, so what should he do next?

No one had time to care, and there were two rays of light, one east and one south, quickly approaching Xiaoqingguan.

In the gray clouds, a bright fire lit up, and then the jade-like green light also lit up.

……

Tian Baohe took a step towards Xiao Qingguan, his face was gloomy, and there was a sudden increase in resentment and deep hatred between his eyebrows!

"Tianlang Sword Village...... Damn Tianlang Sword Village! ”

"Tianlang Sword Cultivation...... Must die! ”

He held his right hand weakly, found the position of Jun Jue Lao Dao in the smoke and dust, his eyes were red as blood, at this moment he even forgot about the sword array, and only wanted to take Jun Jue Lao Dao's life!

"Die!"

The white baby-like right hand suddenly stretched out and locked towards Jun Jue's old neck!

In his red eyes, he seemed to have seen the picture of Jun Jue begging for mercy in pain and finally dying in his hands. The red blood and the white palm couldn't match it again.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.