When the last two words in the world fell, the whole cloud was filled with sword qi, and in it, it seemed that it was no longer in the clouds, but in a forest like a sword.

Therefore, whether it is the wind blowing on the clouds, or the clouds that are constantly drifting, they have become a sword at this moment, following the sword called the world in Lin Shugui's hand, carrying the invincible momentum and fierce sword qi, slashing towards the green bull puppet.

When the person encountered the sword qi, it didn't last long, and it quickly disappeared, and only one bead escaped from the sword qi and fell into Zhao Lanjiang's hands.

As for the green bull, although he saw that the situation was not good, he wanted to retreat, after all, it was a step too late, even if the green bull law behind him struggled to resist, but he only held on for a moment longer than the puppet, under the sword qi cutting, the law behind him was quickly chopped up, and after the law phase dissipated, a large area of sword qi was crisscrossed on him, although it turned into the body in time, relying on the strong skin of the demon clan, it was only barely able to survive under these sword qi.

However, it is already a great blessing to be able to save his life under this sword, after all, there are not many demons in this world who can survive from the hands of the sword immortals.

The sword qi has been offset a lot after passing through one couple and one bull, but the remaining sword qi is still unrelenting, and rushes towards Zhao Lanjiang and Wu Shou with a majestic edge.

It made the faces of these two saints change greatly.

After a quick glance at each other, they used the spell again, and this time it was with all their strength compared to the previous temptation, because they knew that they could feel the power of the sword most intuitively.

If you hide it again, you will definitely fall here today!

They don't have the physique that can carry the sword fairy like the big demon, even if they are saints, their physique has experienced the baptism of heaven and earth when they become saints, and they can withstand most injuries, but among them, there is absolutely no sword of the sword fairy.

For a while, all kinds of spells scattered in the clouds one after another, quickly laying a barrier in the clouds.

Lin Shugui stood with his sword in his hand, watching the two saints do something, but he didn't make another move.

Instead, he was silently accumulating sword qi, as if he was waiting for something.

The battle has been going on until now, it has been fighting from day to night, although the three sects are not fighting infighting, but in the face of foreign enemies have always been the same spirit, and the battle has been going on so far, the two saints with a cow will soon be defeated, and the last Buddhist saint has never appeared.

This was very wrong, he remembered that he swung out three sword qi, one for each sect, and Buddhism was naturally no exception.

So he was sure that there were Buddhist saints hiding in the clouds.

It's just that the Buddhist's breathing technique is too powerful, even if he fills the clouds with sword qi, he only vaguely perceives some signs, and it is not clear where the saint is.

He was looking for a place as a Buddhist saint.

And the two saints tried their best to finally wipe out the sword qi, and the price they paid for this was that they all had several wounds of different sizes on their bodies, and there was sword qi rooted in the wounds.

The faces of the two saints were very ugly.

Zhao Lanjiang waved his hand to recall the green cow under his seat, looked at the dying green cow, stroked the wounds of different sizes on it, and his face became even more ugly, for some reason, this saint had a faint regret in his heart, thinking that he had known that it would be like this, so he didn't come, how good it would be to be someone else or let this sword immortal get angry, but looking at the current situation, regret is useless, maybe he will be killed by a sword.

Zhao Lanjiang raised his head, looked at Lin Shugui who was still as usual in the distance, pursed his lips, and asked, "Lin Jianxian really wants to kill them all today?"

Lin Shugui's expression was still the same, and he said calmly: "There is a fire in my heart, I always have to be angry, when you exterminate Qingyuan Sword Dao, don't you also kill them all, since this is the case, then what is the difference between us, you Taoism has a saying, called blessing and misfortune self-inflicted, in my opinion, it is very reasonable." ”

Zhao Lanjiang didn't speak, Mu Ran was speechless.

Regarding the matter of exterminating Qingyuan's sword, he knew and acquiesced, so when the creditor came to the door to ask for a debt, he could only be silent, after all, they were the ones who took the blame first.

Wu Shou listened to the conversation between the two on the side, thinking about it for a long time in his heart, but found that he couldn't find any reason to refute, even if he was a Confucian saint and the most reasonable, and at this time he couldn't find a word to refute it, to reason, after all, now the truth can't be said with his mouth, he has to use his fist, and above this cloud, the biggest fist is undoubtedly the sword immortal.

That truth is in the hands of the sword immortals, and they don't account for half of the points.

But he spoke anyway.

"Lin Shugui, the old man has lived for thousands of years, he has lived enough, if he dies under your sword, I don't feel sorry, but I have some truth in the old man's heart, although it may be bullshit to you, but I also want to say it. ”

"The plan made for the sword cultivation is done by us saints, and it is not a matter of juniors, I hope you don't blame them, if anything goes wrong, the old man, as a gentleman, will suffer for them, okay?"

As the world often says, people are about to die, and their words are good.

Perhaps.

Lin Shugui laughed and said seriously: "How can I, Lin Shugui, be such a small-bellied person as you think, without a little energy? If I really want to trouble those juniors, I will not appear to invite you over, but carry the world directly into the ancestral land of the Three Sects, you say that in it, go out to those hermit saints, who can stop me with a sword?"

Wu Shou was silent for a long time, and then said hoarsely: "It is the old man who spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, Lin Jianxian is really good at measuring, and the old man is beyond his reach." ”

Lin Shugui nodded, no longer saying anything, but instead swung a sword behind him.

The sword qi pierced through the sky, and soon it was hundreds of miles away.

Slashed at a mountain temple.

How could an ordinary temple withstand this sword, and it was about to fall apart, but for some reason, an unknown Buddha statue enshrined in it suddenly exuded brilliance, and it was hard to keep this temple under the sword qi.

After the sword qi, the nameless Buddha statue turned into a real person, an old monk wearing a robe and holding a copper bowl, with a faint bit of golden sand in the center of his eyebrows, exuding mysterious fluctuations.

The old monk walked to the door of the temple, raised his eyes and looked at the clouds, and soon sighed with a sad face, although the temple was saved, but he was also discovered by the one in the sky, and now if you want to be in the aftermath, you want to catch the cicada and yellow finch behind, I am afraid it will be a little difficult.

Although the battle in the sky is hundreds of miles away from him, he is a Buddhist saint after all, and he can naturally see clearly with his heavenly eyes, such as a brush, a bead, a cow, and the sharpest sword in heaven and earth.

If he could, he really didn't want to go.

"Alas~" The old monk sighed again, and said to himself: "Monk, I am really miserable, how can I let this killer find out, I can't escape now, so let's go for a while, at least I want to get a favor back." ”

The voice fell, the old monk walked out of the temple, towards the road down the mountain, looking at walking very slowly, in fact, one step out, is a hundred miles away, just step by step, just step by step, soon stepped onto the clouds, standing far away, did not approach the two sides, it seems that he wants not to touch the cause and effect, but he has come, how can he say that he will not stick to it, there is no such good thing in the world.

Wu Shou looked at the old monk who suddenly arrived, first stunned, and then overjoyed.

He recognized this old monk, and there was a lot of friendship between the two sides, and if the old monk joined, the situation would probably change a lot, this old monk claimed to be the first among the saints, and even the body of the turtle demon was much worse than the old monk, so it can be seen that if the old monk carried the sword qi, maybe they would be able to turn defeat into victory in this game.

After all, the three saints, plus a big demon, together are a full four Tianque, if they make do with it, they can even establish a new sect outside of the three sects, which is enough to threaten the majority of the world.

Even if it's a sword immortal, it should be okay.

With this in mind, Wu Shou arched his hand to the old monk and said, "Master Huiyin, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, don't come unharmed." ”

Huiyin still has that sad face, hearing Wu Shou's words, his face is even more bitter, an old friend for so many years, where does he not know Wu Shou's thoughts, it is nothing more than to let him use his golden body to block the sword of the sword immortal, give them a chance, whether it is to fight or escape, anyway, he will always let him carry it.

Huiyin didn't speak, just nodded, and said hello to each other.

Zhao Lanjiang suddenly said at this time: "After this battle, the holy weapon will be divided into one for you, and if someone is sanctified in Buddhism in the future, I will help him." ”

The words fell, and when they came into their ears, the sad look on Huiyin's face suddenly dissipated, but he smiled happily, if he wasn't fat enough, this was really a bit like a laughing Maitreya, and his mouth promised again and again, as if he was afraid that Zhao Lanjiang would regret it.

This is what he wants to say about favors, after all, it is a saint who has a chance, the value is very expensive, if he can buy it with money, even if he pours out all the wealth from all over the world, I am afraid he will not be able to buy a chance, which made him determined to resist Lin Shugui, but what he didn't expect was that this saint not only sent a favor, but also sent a holy weapon, and only the wealthy Taoism has countless saints, so he dares to say a holy weapon at every turn, although it may not be very good in his hands, but it is also a holy weapon after all, which is enough to add some background to Buddhism。

The holy artifact, which is the natal object of the saint, is enough for people to understand the path of the saint, and perhaps it is not too difficult to achieve sanctification through it.

Therefore, this Buddhist saint soon stood on Zhao Lanjiang's side, with one hand on his chest and the other hand holding a copper bowl, looking at Lin Shugui with a smile on his face.

Lin Shugui looked at these people, his eyes were calm, and he didn't make any moves, but the world kept shaking in his hands, as if he had to cut off the head of a saint.

Lin Shugui's expression remained unchanged, "No matter how many people come, you always have to die the last one, I want to kill people, and I won't change because of anything." ”

Wu Shou was silent, and so were Zhao Lanjiang and Qingniu.

Only Huiyin, who did not have the slightest scar on his body, said Amitabha.

And just after this sentence, the four saints and demons who were ready to go.

Bang shot.

Soon the clouds were shattered.

The incomparably strong aura was born again, and in the face of the siege of the four, no one seemed to be indifferent.

But there is one exception.

The man was dressed in a green shirt and held the world in his hands.

Call to do, Lin Shugui !!