Zhao Changqing felt that Mo Liangbi was accumulating strength, although he didn't know what tricks the other party would make for the time being, in short, it must be a very lethal road, which should not be underestimated.

Because among the three sword cultivators at the peak of the Seven Realms, except for one sword cultivator who had been knocked to the ground by himself and was no longer a threat.

Even another sword cultivator who was very skilled in cultivation began to protect the Dharma for that person.

It's just that it's a little weird.

But Zhao Changqing is not sure for the time being, he roughly estimated the spiritual power contained in his knowledge of the sea, there is not much left, and he needs to solve it quickly······

Liang Jing's spiritual power was consumed too much, and he was completely unconscious.

Because the finishing touch is a technique that can only be used by a half-stepping holy Nine Realm Qi Refiner, Liang Jing of the Eight Realms is already going against the sky, and this move is estimated to leave sequelae, making his future cultivation path even more difficult.

Song Jingshan finally exhausted his strength, was kicked to the ground, and rolled in front of the Fengyaji stone stele.

"Uncle Song!"

"Brother Song!"

"Hey······ Old Song, don't scare me······"

Seeing that the eight Three Realm martial artists were about to rush towards Li Huairen and the four.

Finally, glancing at Li Huairen and his party, Zhao Changqing sighed, threw the natal Tianxue fan at the scholar Li Zijin, and said, "Catch it!"

Li Zijin reacted quickly, caught the Tianxue fan, and then helped Liang Jing to the side of the stone monument to lean.

As soon as the Tianxue fan was started, the young man suddenly felt that the spiritual platform was clear and his mind was clear, as if it was a magic weapon of extremely high quality.

Zhao Changqing flicked his fingers, and a wisp of aura was injected into the Tianxue fan in the air, and the scholar in Tsing Yi silently recited the mantra.

In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Snow Fan built a snow-free place with the Fengyaji Stone Tablet as the center, and all martial artists who tried to break into it would be shot out by the spiritual power and thrown into the lake.

On the foothills of the lake, there is snow in March.

It is especially cold in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The snowflakes in the sky seemed to be harmless to livestock, but when those snowflakes that fell slowly lightly touched these Three Realms martial artists, they instantly froze several martial artists in place and condensed into ice sculptures!

Even the three sword cultivators at the peak of the Seven Realms avoided them, not daring to approach them easily.

Only Li Zijin in the forbidden land of Fengyaji Stone Tablet was not affected.

The content of the Tianxue fan has also changed, and it is no longer "convincing people with reason".

The front and back are respectively "It should be a heavenly immortal who is drunk and crushes the white clouds".

Zhao Changqing, the peak of the Eight Realms, actually gave up his natal object for the time being, and faced the enemy alone!

Lin Shengyuan pretended to protect the Dharma for Senior Brother Mo, raised his sword and shot straight at Zhao Changqing's door, but actually deliberately exposed his flaws.

And Zhao Changqing will do what he wants, pass by Lin Shengyuan, and fly straight to Mo Liangbi.

Mo Liangbi, who was helpless, could only forcibly interrupt the detention of the spirit general, and was slapped on the chest by Zhao Changqing with a palm, and the aura in the sea was chaotic, like a burrow with air leaking on all sides, and the aura leaked out.

Mo Liangbi was shocked and hurriedly retreated.

Lin Shengyuan hurriedly withdrew to "return to defense", and his mouth was still in his mouth: "Senior brother, don't worry, I'll help you!"

Zhao Changqing once again confirmed the conjecture in his heart, he silently recited a Taoist magic mantra, but he actually took things from the air, sucked Mo Liangbi that flew out upside down into the palm of his hand, and then Zhao Changqing turned sideways, so that the tip of the sword that should have stabbed him pierced into Mo Liangbi's heart.

Lin Shengyuan wants to borrow a knife to kill people, why didn't Zhao Changqing borrow a sword to kill people?

It's a pity that the person both of them plan to kill is Mo Liangbi.

When he was dying, Mo Liangbi caught the surprise that flashed in the corner of his junior brother Lin Shengyuan's eyes, and said, "You ······"

Lin Shengyuan pretended to be shocked and said, "Senior brother!"

At this moment, several sword qi flew towards Zhao Changqing, the scholar in the green shirt was slightly on his toes, his body was erratic, and he pulled out several afterimages, and his body was ingenious, dodging all the sword qi.

The pipa in the hand of the demon girl Cheng Wanwan, who appeared out of thin air, had disappeared, and with reluctance in her eyes, she glared fiercely at Liang Jing who was lying on the ground.

This damn scholar, the finishing touch is actually a black dragon that is almost in the Nine Realms, in the small world of pipa, he almost capsized the boat in the gutter when he occupied all the advantages, and because of this, he destroyed the jade pipa that was already a high-grade spiritual weapon.

The reluctance in Cheng Wanwan's eyes turned into resentment, she spread out her hands, palms facing up, revealing her cuffs, and softly recited the mantra that urged the hidden weapon in her clothes: "Rush like thunder, rainstorm pear blossom!"

Hundreds of rainstorm pear blossom needles shot out of Cheng Wanwan's sleeve and stabbed at Zhao Changqing with lightning speed.

The last spiritual power that had almost exhausted the sea of knowledge had already exhausted Zhao Changqingshan's Taoist technique, and he had dodged several sword qi with an extremely spiritually power-consuming body method, and Zhao Changqing was already at the end of his crossbow at this time.

If he was still holding the Tianxue Fan at this time, the demon girl Cheng Wanwan would naturally not be his opponent, but at the moment, in order to protect Li Huairen's thoughtfulness, he had temporarily lent his natal Tianxue Fan to Li Zijin, and then faced Cheng Wanwan's killer weapon, the rainstorm pear flower needle, it would be overstretched.

Although Zhao Changqing's body method is fast, it is still unable to withstand the speed of thunder.

In an instant, the scholar in the green shirt had several rainstorm pear flower needles in his body, and the scarf on his head was also shot down, and his cloak was scattered, and he no longer had the previous fairy demeanor.

Li Zijin didn't want Zhao Changqing and Liang Jing, two outsiders, to die because of the four of them.

The matter has come to this point, and he must no longer hide anything, even if he becomes the target of the public, he must save Zhao Changqing and Liang Jing.

Li Zijin slammed his fist on the stone tablet, his right hand suddenly opened the flesh, blood flowed, and he roared hoarsely: "Chengying!"

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In that attic in the extreme south of the Great Xuan Dynasty.

The man had clearly pressed the unsheathed long sword in his hand into the ground by an inch, and the sword spirit had obviously stabilized.

But with the roar of Li Zijin, a scholar who was hundreds of miles away, the unsheathed long sword suddenly began to riot.

After a scorching light, a young girl flew out of the unsheathed long sword, and the girl was as beautiful as a fairy, so that the person who had suppressed the long sword lost his mind for a moment.

At this moment, he lost his mind, and the long sword galloped away, even cutting a hole in the face of the man who was already a cultivator of the Ten Realms.

Not caring about the pain on his face at all, the ragged man came back to his senses, but said in disbelief: "Chengying, you actually split the sword spirit and destroyed your hundred years of cultivation, just to save that stinky boy?"

The long sword shadow was gone, and the sharp and incomparable sword qi directly looked at the sword qi cage around the sword pavilion and the vertical and horizontal sword array on the periphery as nothing, and broke the sword qi with the sword qi, and instantly disappeared from the man's sight.

Although he was in the Ten Realms, he couldn't leave this attic for half a step.

The young girl snorted coldly, unwilling to pay attention to this man, her figure flashed away, and instantly appeared on the top floor of the attic, looking towards the Daxuan capital city that was hundreds of miles away.

To be precise, she was looking at Li Zijin in the Luhu Lake Center Pavilion.

In the Daxuan Palace, the old eunuch was attracted by a white rainbow that broke through the capital's protective array, and said in disbelief: "How is it possible?"

The Confucian sage sitting in the canopy of heaven could not save the few people in the Huxin Pavilion because of the rules. At this moment, when he saw this wisp of white rainbow running through the sky, he turned a blind eye, pretended not to see anything, and let the long sword break through the protective array without authorization, and went straight to the foot lake.

He gently opened a volume of ancient books in his hand and sighed: "There is a providence in the underworld, and the ancients will not deceive me······!