The tall man who came in a sedan chair wore a yellow and white soft satin silk around his waist and a fuchsia mink coat.

The long hair is not pitch black, but an extremely dazzling cherry color!

The man with skin like a snow-capped mountain lingzhi and a god-like man, the only white jade flaw on his body was that he only had one arm.

When he appeared from the petals, the sixteen handsome young men who were in charge of carrying the white sedan chair all took a deep breath and shouted together: "Jiangnan is amorous, the world is heard of the romance, the red face abandons the Xuan crown, and the white head lies on the pine clouds!" ”

This poem, whether it is good or bad.

Ling Zhen said: "This person is indeed extremely romantic!" ”

The one-armed cherry-haired white jade man stepped on the petals of a flower in the air with one foot, and drew a semicircle with the other foot in a very understated and light motion.

After this move, countless pink-colored soft peach blossoms suddenly turned into small swords with long strips.

There was a powerful trend like "the same enemy", but it was not aimed at Ling Zhen, but shot towards Qiu Jin.

Like the needle of a rainstorm pear blossom, the killing intent can be called overwhelming!

"You're welcome......

Qiu Jin, whose face changed slightly, frowned, muttered something in a low voice, and in an instant, his right hand pushed forward violently.

There were eight cyan sword qis, which burst out from his palm at an incredibly terrifying speed.

Ling Zhen's eyes widened, looking at this shocking scene.

These, could it be that Brother Qiu said before that the Lingshu Sword Technique...... Eight Swords of the Wonders?

Cyan sharp swords, a total of eight.

Fierce battle with peach blossom sword rain in the sky!

There was a shocking sound of soldiers like a battlefield, and throughout this boundary, pedestrians retreated again and again, and were terrified.

After Qiu Jin sacrificed the eight flying swords contained in his body, he hurriedly twisted the sword technique, his mind moved violently, and he held the sword with both hands.

Do your best to resist the mighty peach blossom rain.

The "shower" of surging sword qi lasted for a cup of tea, and all the petals fell to the ground.

Ling Zhen's eyes were red and his ears were hot.

Brother Qiu's sword trick is so domineering and handsome.

After Qiu Jin breathed a long sigh of relief, he opened his right hand and sucked the eight flying swords back into his palm, storing them in the sword box called "Lingshu" in his body.

The young man in the green robe secretly sighed.

This kind of magic is really not trivial, and it is truly no less than the natal flying sword of sword cultivation!

The cherry-haired man with the surname of the sword, at this moment, with the posture of a fairy, his steps were light, and he came to the front of Qiu Jin.

Although Ye Yiran was born in the Western Regions of Tianluo Kingdom, after all, she had been in the Longshu Dynasty inhabited by the Central Plains for half a year, and she had a general understanding of the situation in the martial arts of the world.

Therefore, I know who the "god man" who flew out of the sedan chair was.

That person is the great sword immortal who has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and has a great reputation in the field of decent chivalry.

The surname is Jian, and the name is Feng.

The master of a sect of the Jiangnan Peach Blossom Sect.

It is rumored that his "merry qi" that belongs exclusively to the sword immortal is comparable to that of the sword king Bai Chuan, who sits in the East China Sea Easy City.

The sword qi and the strong wind destroy the five mountains, and the heroic spirit is the Beidou!

Ye Yiran looked at it from afar on horseback, and saw that his posture was cool and clear, and he couldn't help but secretly praise: "The sword wind comes out of the sword, and it really has the style of a 'sword fairy', and it really deserves to be a man who is known as a man who is not inferior to Bai Chuan......"

"Qiujin, I've finally found you."

Jian Feng said in a calm voice, "I just think you're already dead, and you can't find anyone to settle this account!" ”

Qiu Jin smiled bitterly and whispered, "Brother Sword, ......"

Ling Zhen was puzzled, and said in confusion: "Is this person Brother Qiu's brother?" ”

"And the face to call me 'Brother Sword'?! Who is your brother? ”

The sword wind with a unique arm suddenly shouted, and a palm slammed out.

After Qiu Jin turned sideways to avoid it, the Peach Blossom Sect Sect twisted his wrist and drew another beautiful arc.

In an instant, a pale pink peach blossom true qi lingered on that jade hand, and it was unbelievable that a long sword with a substance and shape was transformed!

"Sword Vaporization Real Sword ......"

Ling Zhen stared.

This is the change that can occur in the outside world, the sword cultivation natal sword.

Jian Feng held the pink qi sword in his hand, his voice was like thunder, it was extraordinary, and he roared with his sword and slashed towards Qiu Jin.

Qiu Jin's expression was slightly surprised, and he hurriedly took out the black long sword on his back, held it with both hands, and tried his best to block the sword of the sword wind on his chest.

"Zheng—"

There was a sonorous roar that pierced the eardrums.

Ye Yiran covered his ears tightly, but he was still shaken.

This shows how fierce and domineering this force is.

The water of Ling Zhen's heart lake rippled, and he quickly stabilized it with the secret technique of the Immortal Hao Dao Elder, and his heart was like water, and he continued to watch the battle.

This was Brother Qiu's private matter, and of course Ling Zhen understood that there was no need for him to get involved.

After Qiu Jin took the sword, he waved his hand at the one-armed man with long cherry red hair, and shouted loudly: "It's inconvenient here, if it doesn't destroy the people's buildings, then it's not beautiful, let's go to the sky to fight!" ”

"Good!"

Jian Feng responded directly without thinking.

As soon as the words fell, the two figures left the ground at the same time, rushed straight up, and flew towards the sky.

Ling Zhen looked up at the sky, trying his best to see it.

In the clouds, two shadows, one black and one white, were fighting with each other at an exaggerated speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

The sound of metal colliding came from a hundred feet in the air, and it was extremely clear.

Such a shocking battle of immortals, ordinary people don't say that they have seen it, but they have never even thought about it in their minds.

In an instant, a thick pillar of pink light smashed to the ground from above!

"Boom-"

The ground not far in front of Ling Zhen was hit by a pillar of light, and he was immediately sunk into a huge crater, dusty, and the scene was terrifying.

The one-armed sword wind with long hair flowing like a pink waterfall, holding the peach blossom qi sword upside down, fell back to the world from the nine heavens in a chic and superb attitude.

In the hustle and bustle, Qiu Jin, whose chest was stained with blood, struggled to crawl out of the giant pit with a black sword in his hand.

Jujube Chestnut Ma Zilei is quite spiritual, and when he saw his master in such an embarrassed and miserable state, he let out a burst of wails.

Ye Yiran, the princess of the Western Regions sitting on horseback, was very happy when she saw such a situation, and she drank a big sip of alcohol, and said secretly: "This demon has finally met a nemesis!" ”

"Brother Qiu—"

Ling Zhen was very excited, because he was concerned about his brother's life, he almost wanted to ride his horse over to check the battle situation.

The sixteen handsome young men in white who carried the sedan chair were even more thunderous at this time, and even cheered at sky-high prices, celebrating the victory of the door master, which was simply unfathomable to the extreme.

Jian Feng waved his hand at the group of disciples, signaled them to silence, frowned slightly, and then said to Qiu Jin, who barely stood up from the pit: "After ten years, why has your swordsmanship not only not improved, but has also regressed a lot?" ”

"That day in Kunlun, the opening of the gate of heaven failed, my mood plummeted, and I worked as a shrunken turtle in the countryside of Jiangnan Province for ten years......"

Qiu Jin's voice was quite weak, "It's good to be able to hold a sword now." ”

"What a 'shrunken turtle', what a piece of shit."

Jian Feng snorted unhappily, "If I knew that you were hiding in Jiangnan, I would have come to settle accounts with you a long time ago!" ”

Qiu Jin hammered his chest, coughed up blood violently, and pretended to smile calmly: "Brother Sword, this peach blossom divine sword technique of yours is becoming more and more ruthless, powerful, junior brother admires it tightly!" ”