Hanjing lock Qingqiu, Shangde Peak Snow Flow Sword Ninth Style.

This style is not a real sword technique, but a secret method learned by the first peak master of Shangde Peak from the cold well between the peaks, and it is specially used to deal with flying swords.

Gu Han is now preparing to use this secret method to directly lock Jing Jiu's flying sword.

Even if you have a secret method, it is also very risky to use your hands to deal with a flying sword that comes and goes like electricity.

In the past, the Qingshan disciples who knew the Snow Flow Sword Technique would choose to use this technique in the most extreme circumstances.

Now that Gu Han is obviously controlling the entire battle situation, he is doing this, it can really be said that he is extremely strong, and he doesn't take Jing Jiu in his eyes at all.

Buzz bang!

Gu Han's right hand and two fingers were together, like a small sword pointing in front of him, and his left hand was open, and his five fingers were like round.

The iron sword hovered in between, vibrating, but unable to leave.

Kani lock Kiyoaki!

He succeeded in locking up Jing Jiu's flying sword.

The next thing to do is to see how Jing Jiu faces his sword.

In everyone's opinion, there could be no surprises, because Jing Jiu no longer had a sword at this time.

Without a sword, he naturally couldn't swim on the cliff like before, and could only rely on his body to make a hard connection.

No matter how strong a kendo cultivator's body is, even if he is as strong as Zhao Luoyue and Liu Shisui, how can he face the flying sword?

Some of the elders were already ready to come to the rescue.

The two places are far apart, but there are several sea-breaking powers in the field, at least they can save Jing Jiu's life.

Zhao Luoyue stood up and looked over there intently.

The mountain wind blew her hair a little messy.

In front of the stone platform, the Furth Sword hovering in the air vibrated slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if it might break through the air at any time.

No one noticed that further in front of the Firth Sword, the cold three-foot sword also trembled slightly.

In the end, the Firth Sword did not fly, and the Three-Foot Sword did not move.

Countless exclamations rang out one after another among the peaks.

Because Gu Han's sword missed!

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There is also wind above the stone forest.

Jing Jiu's body was like the lightest sand, and it disappeared with the wind.

The next moment, he appeared in the sky, carrying more than ten sword lights.

Those sword lights came from his body.

The hair blown by the wind, the fluttering clothes, like silk, each strand is like a sword.

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The Qingrong Peak Lord got up and stared over there, a different color flashed in his eyes, and his sleeves trembled slightly.

Volleying through a distance of dozens of zhang, what kind of Taoism is this?

Even if there is no sword, a sword cultivator with a superb realm can also rise in the air with the sword breath, such as the previous one that has been shown in Nanshan.

The problem is that Jing Jiu has just entered the realm of Wuzhang, and he has mastered this extremely difficult Dao method?

The most shocking thing is that his speed is unimaginably fast, completely beyond the scope of the Dao Law, and even reminiscent of the Zhongzhou School's Heaven and Earth Escape Method!

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Jing Jiu appeared in front of Gu Han.

Gu Han was using Hanjing Lock Qingqiu to control Jing Jiu's sword, and he didn't expect it at all.

Jing Jiu's hand landed on the hilt of the sword, seemingly simple with a horizontal sword.

Gu Han's hands could no longer lock Jing Jiu's sword.

Snort.

The iron sword directly penetrated Gu Han's body.

Blood poured out from the tip of the sword, dripping from the sky toward the ground.

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Looking at the picture several miles away, Guo Nanshan's expression was very solemn.

He knew that neither Uncle Chi Yan nor other uncles would make a move at this time.

The uncles should have seen very clearly that the place where Jing Jiu's iron sword pierced was Gu Han's right chest—although Gu Han's injuries were serious, they were not fatal.

The uncles will definitely think that Jing Jiu will naturally withdraw his sword when he is sure of victory.

Guo Nanshan didn't think so, and there was a faint feeling of being very bad in his heart.

From a distance of several miles, he could feel Jing Jiu's killing intent.

He knew the relationship between Jing Jiu and Liu Shisui.

Even if the former master and servant haven't seen each other for three years, even not long ago, Liu Shisui was extremely disappointed in Jingjiu.

Liu Shisui was tortured by Shangdefeng, and he refused to say that he went to find Jingjiu that night.

Now that Liu Shisui has ended up like this, what step will Jing Jiu do for him?

Don't say anything ruthless.

If he was really ruthless, how could he stand up and challenge MCA and Gu Han by name.

Guo Nanshan knew that he had to make a move, even if he would be blamed afterwards, because if he didn't make a move, he was worried that Gu Han would really die.

At this time, someone finally discovered the problem.

Jing Jiu didn't put away his sword, and leaned against Gu Han towards the cliff to the north.

Gu Han was already seriously injured, did he want to kill someone!

"Stop!"

The disciples of Tianguang Peak and Liangwang Peak shouted in shock, but they were too late to prevent this tragedy from happening.

Fortunately, at this time, a clear sword light directly penetrated the stone forest and came to the cliff several miles away.

Looking at this rainbow-like sword light, the disciples breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long ago, when Liu Shisui used the evil demon fire to kill Jian Ruyun, he was stopped by this sword light.

It's already the senior brother of the Wild Realm who has taken out the sword, so what else is there to worry about?

That powerful sword light slashed directly at Jing Jiu's back.

If Jing Jiu wanted to block this sword, he had to turn around and pull the iron sword out of Gu Han's body.

But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations, especially Guo Nanshan.

Jing Jiu didn't do anything.

He didn't draw his sword, he didn't turn around, as if he didn't know that a sword light had come behind him, and the next moment he would cut himself in two.

"Not good!"

Crossing the South Mountain, he secretly said.

He saw that Jing Jiu's hand had left the hilt of the sword and stopped attacking.

But why don't you hide or block?

Guo Nanshan didn't have time to think about this, he only knew that if his flying sword fell, Jing Jiu would definitely die.

He knew very well that Jing Jiu was a kendo wizard that many division commanders secretly pinned high hopes on.

If this person continued to attack Gu Han, he would not hesitate to kill him with a sword.

But in such a situation, of course he could not and did not want to kill the other party.

It's just that when he first entered the wilderness, the distance of several miles was already the limit, and the control of the flying sword was very reluctant, and it was difficult to go back and forth freely.

He snorted, and the sword pill shrank suddenly, forcibly reining in the sword element, trying to stop the flying sword several miles away.

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The rainbow's sword light vanished.

The flying sword finally stopped.

The tip of the sword was less than two feet away from Jing Jiu's back.

The picture is very sinister.

Suddenly, Jing Jiu turned around, clasped his hands together, and caught the flying sword!

Judging from the posture, it is very similar to the Zen Raksha ceremony.

Guo Nanshan's expression changed slightly, and he wanted to summon the flying sword to return, but found that it didn't work.

He was already a powerhouse in the Wild Realm, much higher than Jing Jiu, but that sword was now in Jing Jiu's hand, miles away from him.

Moreover, Jing Jiu's hands were actually stronger than Gu Han's previous Hanjing lock Qingqiu!

"Great Compassion Hand!"

The Lord of Yunxing Peak stood up, shocked and thinking, how could Jing Jiu become a peerless scholar of Guocheng Temple?

The Peak Lord and the Elders who recognized Jing Jiu's methods all had the same thoughts, but they strangely remained silent at the same time.

The Qingrong Peak Lord looked at that side quietly, very interested in what Jing Jiu would do next.

The former peak lord finally put down the teacup that he had been holding for a long time, squinted his eyes and looked over there, his expression a little serious.

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Jing Jiu made a mistake with both hands and held the ends of the flying sword.

"Don't!"

I don't know who is shouting.

Jing Jiu ignored it and exerted his hands hard.

The flying sword gradually bent in his hand, making an extremely unpleasant sound.

Blood spilled from between his hands and the blade of his sword.

"Be merciful. ”

I don't know whose voice echoed between the peaks.

A few miles away, Jing Jiu quietly looked at Nanshan.

Smack.

The flying sword broke in two.

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the South Mountain.