The Bright Sword Gang came in an instant, and it happened suddenly, because they were unprepared in advance, at this time, Yang Qinghua and the others only had time to release their own body protection qi, and wanted to rely on the strong cultivation of the foundation building monk to carry this sword.

When the sword qi on the sword gang collided head-on with the body protection gang qi, Yang Qinghua's face was mixed with a look of luck in addition to anger.

The foundation building monk penetrated the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, survived a heavenly tribulation, and the true qi was filled with the hundreds of veins around the body, and there was great power between raising his hands and feet, and the protective body qi had turned into reality.

The cyan true qi condensed into substance, turning into a light curtain composed of cyan light, and pressed forward against the brilliant sword gang.

The light curtain was indestructible, firmly resisting the sharp sword gang, and the expression on Yang Qinghua's face had just relaxed for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout from beside him: "Retreat!"

Before Yang Qinghua could react, there was a crisp sound like broken glass in front of him.

"Click, click."

The sounds came one after another, and Yang Qinghua couldn't care about taking care of the light curtain of the body, and his body flashed and retreated to the rear.

But after all, it was still a step too late, Jian Gang slashed down on the head, and the sharp and incomparable sword qi instantly fell on Yang Qinghua's body, he screamed miserably, and a cloud of blood mist suddenly exploded in midair.

Although Yang Xingyun, who was beside him, retreated a moment earlier than him, the speed of Jian Gang was too fast, and the moment the protective light curtain was shattered, he caught up with him.

However, Yang Xingyun's actual combat experience is far richer than Yang Qinghua's, and he sees that Jian Gang is about to be killed.

His eyes flashed, and he took out a yellow talisman from his arms with lightning speed, and it was not activated, and it was directly detonated.

A loud bang rang out, and a huge energy shockwave spread out in midair.

Within a radius of ten miles, the trees were destroyed, the rivers evaporated, and the beasts and birds were instantly shattered, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

The smoke dissipated, Yang Xingyun's figure flew out upside down, shooting towards the ground below like a meteor landing, and another loud noise came out, and the ground below was instantly smashed out of a large pit dozens of feet deep.

Yang Xingyun, who fell into the big pit, quickly got up, the cyan robe on his body had been blown into a pile of rags at this time, and his body was full of wounds, and blood flowed.

However, his aura was not affected too much, it seemed that although the blow just now made him embarrassed, it did not cause him any substantial damage, using the huge shock wave caused by the self-explosion of the yellow rune, canceling out most of the power of that sword gang, so he was spared the end of serious injury.

The look on his face did not relax in the slightest, and he quickly reached out his spiritual sense, vigilantly searching the surroundings to find the person who was hiding in the shadows and sneaking up on them.

In his mind, he was thinking quickly, just now he didn't care about saving Yang Qinghua, only to see a cloud of blood mist burst out in that direction, thinking of this, Yang Xingyun's heart suddenly sank, if something happened to Yang Qinghua, he would naturally be unable to escape the blame.

When the time comes, don't say it's the Qingyun faction, I'm afraid that the entire Liang Kingdom will be burned to ashes by the monstrous anger of the sect master.

But immediately after, his expression moved, his eyes moved to the top of his head, only to see the blood mist dissipate with the thick smoke, and a figure stood in the air, although his clothes were tattered and a little embarrassed, and his breath was also very sluggish, but fortunately it did not hurt the roots.

After sensing Yang Qinghua's condition, Yang Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, jumped into the air, and stood side by side with him to prevent the sneak attack from attacking again.

Yang Qinghua's face was slightly pale, and the cyan robe on his body had already been torn by the sword qi, revealing a piece of soft armor he wore inside.

There is a layer of treasure flowing on the soft armor, which is actually a good magic weapon.

Defensive magic weapons are already extremely rare, far rarer than offensive magic weapons of the same level, because this is a divine object that is enough to save life, and the materials required to refine such a body protection soft armor are enough to create three magic weapons of the same level.

An ordinary Jindan monk can have an offensive magic weapon, which is enough to be proud of a monk of the same level, and as for the defensive type of magic weapon, unless there is an adventure, it is not to be considered.

Generally speaking, it is similar to the one worn by Yang Qinghua

The magic weapon soft armor is a divine object that only the Yuanying monk can have, and it is not something that the foundation building monk can touch at all.

Only a person with a prominent background like Yang Qinghua can have such a divine artifact to protect his body and protect his life during the foundation building period, and with such a magic weapon in his body, I am afraid that the Jindan monks who are weaker in cultivation will not have any good ways to take him.

Yang Xingyun retracted his envious gaze, clenched the long sword in his hand and said to Yang Qinghua, "Young Sect Master, are you okay?"

Yang Qinghua's face was gloomy as water, just now Jian Gang was added, if it weren't for the protection of this protective soft armor, he would almost be split in half.

Even if the vitality is strong after the foundation is built, as long as the divine thoughts are still there, and supplemented with healing pills, the body can be regenerated, but if the injury is too serious, it will inevitably affect the future of the Great Dao.

What's more, in the sword gang just now, Yang Qinghua clearly sensed that there were countless sword qi in it, and once those sword qi as thin as a cow's hair entered his body, he would extinguish his divine consciousness and completely kill a monk.

Ever since he embarked on the path of cultivation, his father's wings have always shrouded him, and even if he fights against the enemy, he will win against the enemy with absolute strength or a rare spiritual weapon.

Facing a life-and-death crisis like today, it was the first thing to happen, although the defense of the soft armor was strong, but the moment it collided with that sword gang, the shock wave generated by the energy of the two still injured Yang Qinghua.

The body was hit by a huge amount of energy, and under such pressure, the blood mist that Yang Xingyun had seen just now burst out all over his body.

Yang Qinghua did not answer Yang Xingyun's greeting, his handsome face looked extremely hideous at this time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Find out this person for me, I will extract his divine soul, refine it into lamp oil, and suffer from that soul refining and forging body forever!"

Two cold flashes flashed in Yang Xingyun's eyes, in this Liang country, in this suburb only a few dozen miles away from Qingfeng, someone dared to sneak attack the two of them foundation building cultivators, and made them so embarrassed.

Who will it be? There are almost no people in the entire Liang Kingdom who have such strength, unless it is ......

Yang Xingyun's gaze swept to the capital of Liang Guo in the distance, could it be that old guy who made a move? But why?

When he was thinking about who made the shot, Yang Qinghua on the side was already furious.

I saw that this young sect master of the Qingyun Sect, with a flip of his hands, a round and full elixir with a rich aura appeared, and after taking it in one gulp.

Yang Qinghua breathed for a moment, his spiritual power returned to its peak again, he instantly pulled out the long sword behind his back, and his spiritual sense spread rapidly, not letting go of any abnormal movement within a radius of dozens of miles, searching for the assassin's traces with all his might.