The abruptness and haste of the eighteen sword lights "shattered".

Helian and Xuanyuan Qingqing, who couldn't resist but were trying their best to fight back, froze.

Ximen Fuyu was also stunned in mid-air, the action of buttoning his nails stopped, and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent looked at the position between several old trees in the drizzle in the distance, his face was a little uncomfortable, the person who could break his Confucian Eighteen Sword Techniques must be the master of the Nine Heavenly Realm of Lingtai.

It's just that the fifteen Lingtai Nine Heavens in these thousands of miles of mountains and forests all walked out of the Valley of Hundred Flowers, although they did not make an agreement, but everyone had a tacit understanding that they would not move with each other before killing all the low-level martial artists.

Who broke the rules?

"Rustling ......"

A figure appeared among several old trees.

Xin Zhuo's footsteps were very heavy, and the sand and dead leaves that he stepped on every time made a loud sound, and the Heavenly Black Sword on his waist shook slightly, without any momentum that the Nine Heavens of the Spirit Platform should have, as if he was thinking about something.

"Brother Yuqing!"

Helian was pleasantly surprised, ignoring Xie Wujiang's behind, and hurriedly greeted her, several of her fellow disciples didn't know Xin Zhuo's purpose, so they made a gesture to pull her, but they were a step slower.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Qingqing's wound on her abdomen was more bloody, and she suddenly lay down on her back, with relief and relaxation on her face, she and Xin Zhuo are also old acquaintances, although they have a grudge against each other because of the sect, but she always feels that Xin Zhuo is a trustworthy person in her heart!

It's contradictory.

The moment she fell to the ground, she said with a hint of nostalgia and regret in her tone: "Thank you!"

"Qingqing!"

Helian Yu hurriedly turned back and knelt in front of Xuanyuan Qingqing sadly with several fellow disciples, choking up.

Xin Zhuo looked at Xuanyuan Qingqing, was silent for a while, and said, "I'm not here to save you, your life or death has nothing to do with me!"

"Ahem......"

Xuanyuan Qingqing carried the last trace of complexity and helplessness, his apricot eyes were wide open, and there was no sound.

Xin Zhuo looked at the west gate and blew the rain.

Ximen Fuyu was also looking at him, as if he didn't understand something, and frowned: "I don't understand much!"

Xin Zhuo was silent.

Ximen Fuyu had no choice but to continue: "You are actually the sixteenth Lingtai Nine Heavens here? This is almost impossible, you are a mortal, the eighteen sects know it, you must have entered the mountain forest very late, you will never be able to ...... No, it's that this mountain forest is not enough to support the sixteenth person to enter the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai, how did you do it? ”

Xin Zhuo still didn't say anything.

Simon Fuyu smiled and said, "It's okay!" I was in the Xuantian Hall before, and I wanted to learn a thing or two from you, but now it's just the right time! ”

Stretching out his right hand and making a slight move, the coiled dragon Qingyu sword on Xuanyuan Qingqing's chest with a touch of bright red came into his hand by himself, and the momentum of the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai came out majestically, and the wisps of Tai Chi's power spread in all directions, and a huge bow shadow appeared behind him, black as ink, and the strings as full moon.

One person, one bow, one sword, just like the master of this hundred-mile mountain forest, every move can collapse the sky and the earth.

"The cup bow snake alludes to the heavenly crossbow, the West Gate Blowing Rain is the medieval Confucian Heavenly Bow to open the clouds and gather the real body, you can cross the border to kill the enemy, and his sword is the Confucianism Eighteen Cloud Platforms Zhutian Sword!"

Helian Yu hugged Xuanyuan Qingqing's corpse and quickly walked away with a few of his peers, and couldn't help but remind loudly.

Xin Zhuo stood still, and finally spoke up at this moment, and asked, "Do you recognize Kunxu Chengli Su Zhen, Yin Qiu, Zhang Bai and Gou Naiyuan?"

"The lowly cultivators remember what they did, but ...... It's nothing more than that I was killed with Bai Zong, Feilai, and Xie Wujiang back then, don't you have any dissatisfaction? ”

A strange smile appeared on Simon Blowing Rain's face, which seemed to be the fulfillment of his wish, and the beginning of cruelty and tyranny.

"No, just ask!"

Xin Zhuo stretched out his right hand, and the Heavenly Black Sword came out of its sheath on its own, making a "choking" friction sound, and then the momentum of the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai soared into the sky, and the terrifying power of Tai Chi Yin and Yang swept half of the sky.

Ximen Blowing Rain's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the dragon green sword in his hand crossed a subtle arc, and cut down a sword.

The sword light is like a long rainbow through the sun, the scorching sun is surging, and the ten zhang square circles along the way are scorching, and then the sword light is divided into two, two into three, three into eighteen, and eighteen swords, all of which have the power of the nine heavens of the Lingtai.

"Whoa—"

The huge bow image behind it absorbed all the true qi from all directions, and suddenly shot out, and the powerful and huge bow crossbow turned into a hideous dragon head, roaring in the sky.

"Hmmm......"

Helian Yu and the others, who had already run far away, could not resist the fluctuations of the power of the crazy Tai Chi, and fell to the ground like scattered hemp rods.

"Xinzhuo! You should know the difference between a genius and your mortal body, the Xuantian Sword Sect treats you as a treasure, it is considered clumsy, today the chief disciple of the Confucian Immortal Pavilion Ximen blows the rain and sends you back to the West! ”

Ximen Blowing Rain was bathed in sword light and dragon head, his expression was cold and proud.

Xin Zhuo didn't have the slightest anger, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, facing the violent wind and waves, his clothes hunted and hunted, looking directly at the overwhelming sword light and dragon head, and at his feet, the person was already in the air, his eyes were like torches, and he cut out a sword.

A sword and nine dragons circled, and the dragon chanted in bursts, turning into ninety-nine eighty-one sword lights, and halfway through the ninety-nine returning to one, turning into a bright, vast, pure, and red sword.

"Boom-"

The towering ancient trees with a radius of tens of thousands of miles were shaken by the strong wind and waves, and they were dumped like leeks, making an overwhelming "crunch" sound.

The red and yellow sword collided with the eighteen swords!

Three breaths!

Eighteen swords shattered!

A red and yellow sword collided with the "dragon head".

Four breaths!

Dragon's Head Crushed!

"You ......"

The pride on Simon Blowing Rain's face froze, his pupils contracted, as if he couldn't believe it, and then revealed a trace of hideousness.

The body was divided into three, and each stretched out a finger: "Confucianism and Taoism!"

"Dang!"

Crimson and yellow shattered with a sword.

However, Xin Zhuo had already arrived in front of him, and the Heavenly Black Sword rolled up a hundred corpses and slashed with a sea of blood and blood.

Ximen Blowing Rain The three figures were one, gritted his teeth, his body flew back in the air, and the huge bow shadow behind him turned into a dragon head again, surrounded him, and stretched out his hand to point: "Lingbao is out, the nine chapters of Confucianism!"

A quaint and hasty book suddenly flew out of his arms, and in mid-air, shining with thousands of lights and thousands of scholars' chanting, it couldn't help but make people lazy and unable to lift up a trace of strength.

Xin Zhuo untied the Tiger Roar Jian from his waist, and with a flick of it, the true qi was infinitely blessed, and a sky-high white tiger phantom suddenly bounced towards the book, blocking all the light.

"Xinzhuo! Why are you so mere mortal, and why are your swordsmanship so terrifying and weird? This doesn't make sense! Who are you? ”

Ximen Blowing Rain's forehead was bruised, he roared angrily, his eyebrows were flooded with waves, and the illusion of the Lingtai in a radius of ten miles flashed out, and it was a ring ruler!

However, as soon as he appeared, he felt the shadow of the sky descend, and he collided head-on with an extremely vast old well.

"Boom-"

The ancient trees and vegetation that had been poured and broken for hundreds of miles seemed to have been plowed by a rake, and it was a mess.

After a few breaths, everything was light.

It's just that Ximen Fuyu has an extra sword on his chest, his face is as pale as paper, and the purple-black blood at the corner of his mouth flows to his neck.

He still held a few spiritual treasures in his hands, but it was too late to use them, Xin Zhuo's sword could be called devastating, unstoppable, his eyes were a little sloppy, and he muttered: "Xin Zhuo, I ......"

"Poof—"

Before he finished speaking, from the heart to the heavenly spirit cover was split in two, and the broken corpse fell down, and the blood and internal organs were sprinkled!

"Don't say it, don't want to hear it!"

Xin Zhuo gently flicked away the blood stains on the Heavenly Black Sword and walked into the distance.

Dozens of miles away, Helian and a few people hugged Xuanyuan Qingqing's corpse, looking numbly at the messy ground and the messy corpse for nearly a hundred miles.

After a long time, a female disciple lost her voice and said, "The battle of the Nine Heavens of the Lingtai is so terrifying, but ...... Why can the Xuantian Sword Sect's Young Masters Sect kill the same realm with tea kung fu? It was Ximen blowing rain, but the big disciple of the Confucian Immortal Pavilion, the first day of the younger generation of Confucianism! ”

Helian Yu's eyes flashed with a strange light: "What's the point? Brother Yuqing's strength and momentum are nearly ten times that of Ximen Blowing Rain, that sword move seems to have been tempered thousands of times, changeable, without any magical powers, and he is not afraid of the vision of the divine body, he can break through all the tricks of Ximen Blowing Rain!

Brother Yuqing is tempting, he hasn't used all his strength yet, the realm he can reach, it seems that no one is his opponent, I have always known that it is really a god-like mortal body, he can also alchemy, and his medical skills are good! ”

(End of chapter)