Facing the oncoming mighty aura, Lin Shugui handed out today's fourth sword.

Previously, he handed out three swords one after another, each sword did not use all his strength, but one sword was stronger than the other, but even then, it could crush several saints to the bitterness.

And the sword handed out now can be regarded as his going all out, after all, in the face of a saint demon, if he doesn't go all out, it will seem a little supportive.

After this sword was handed out, a pleasant sword sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, echoing around Qingyuan.

Soon, after the sound of the sword, Qingyuan made its own noise everywhere, and the sword that was originally buried in the soil, locked in the treasury, and discarded in the mountains and wilderness, at this time, it actually came to the sky with the sound of the sword, and only in an instant, it followed the world into a long dragon of sword weapons, which was hundreds of miles long.

Its sound is bursting, resounding in all directions.

And the sword immortal Lin Shugui stepped on the dragon's head, holding the human world, driving this long dragon to attack the four saints who were coming at him.

Be in spirits.

The long dragon groans, and the sword roars as the dragon's groan.

The spells released by the original saint and demon were all turned into nothingness under this dragon groan, if it weren't for their high enough realm, I'm afraid that this dragon chant alone would be enough to destroy them.

Kendo luck is all in the body.

Therefore, this sword is unrivaled in the world.

The dragon crossed the clouds, and wherever it passed, thunder and lightning sprung up.

The power is terrifying.

The old monk Huiyin put away the smile on his face, turned to be extremely serious, threw out the copper bowl in his hand and shrouded his head, and he put his hands together, and shouted Amitabha Buddha again.

This is the immovable king, which is the highest protection method of Buddhism, and it is said that it can resist all things in the world, even if it is punished by heaven, it can be safe and sound.

But when the long dragon touched it, cracks soon appeared in this Ming Wang's law phase, and it was still expanding, no matter how Hui Yin drove the Buddha power, it was always a drop in the bucket, and he could only watch the Ming king's law phase continue to crack.

This seems to him to be unbelievable, King Ming's law is a Buddhist from generation to generation, and he has fought with many people, and he has suffered a lot of swords, but why is it in the hands of this sword immortal, but it is so vulnerable, is it possible that what the predecessors of Buddhism said is false?

Hui Yin's face was extremely sad, looking at the current situation, he could only hold on for half an hour at most, if the other three saint demons had not solved Lin Shugui after half an hour, then he could only flee for his life first.

Although the holy weapon is good, it must be taken.

He dared to conclude that if this sword immortal was desperate, maybe the four of them would have to stay here.

The killing power of the Sword Immortal is terrifying!

At this point, he realized it.

No wonder when he came out, the presiding brother asked him to be more careful, saying that he had a catastrophe in his life, but he didn't think so at the time, thinking that he could run rampant by relying on the law of King Ming, but now he understands that this catastrophe should be here.

King Ming's law is not invincible.

Huiyin muttered to herself: "The little monk insults the Dharma, sins and sins. ”

Lin Shugui held the world in his hand, stepped on the long dragon, and looked at the Huiyin who was about to be irresistible, his eyes were calm.

He said that he wanted to kill someone, and that person couldn't escape no matter what, no matter where he fled.

Raising his hand slightly, he slashed the attacking brush and Dinghaizhu with a sword.

Lin Shugui held the sword and looked at the three saint demons not far away, and there were not too many fluctuations in his heart.

It's not a desperate fight, but a feint, and you can only pretend to deceive others.

You can't lie to him.

Throwing it back and taking it back, Wu Shou said coldly: "Today's battle, either life or death, please do your best, the three religions have governed the world for thousands of years, it has always been like this, the inheritance is endless, the pattern of heaven and earth has been set, then it cannot be changed, there is a chaotic number today, it is the time for my generation to do their best." ”

Zhao Lanjiang nodded, didn't say anything, and smashed out the Dinghaizhu in his hand again, the matter has come to this point, no matter how much it is, it is useless to say more, looking at the meaning of this sword immortal, it is necessary to kill a saint, since this is the case, even if it is a great enemy of life and death, it is natural to go all out.

There were only three of them before, and it was understandable that they couldn't beat them, but at this time there are four, and if they can't beat them again, they will lose their face as saints.

Although the saint loves life, he also values this face.

Soon, the hole cards of these three saints and demons were exhausted.

Countless magic weapons and spells that are extremely precious in the eyes of outsiders are used, not to hurt this sword immortal, but to create an opportunity.

As Wu Shou said, the pattern of heaven and earth is set, at this time, the three religions are flourishing, and there is a great tendency to sweep through the eight wildernesses and run through the Liuhe, how can there be a variable of sword immortals, I didn't know it before, but now that I know, it is natural to eradicate it.

There is no justice, nothing but justice, nothing more than reason, just for the sake of profit.

A top-notch combat power similar to a saint, except for the Demon Domain, can only be produced by their three sects, and nothing else is allowed.

If there is, it is to be extinguished.

Looking at the seemingly endless spells, Lin Shugui's expression finally changed, not panicked, but instead hooked a faint arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he had expected all this.

Also, since this Lin Jianxian can fight against four with one, how can he not grasp it.

The next moment.

The world handed out, this is the fifth sword.

It seems very unremarkable, but after handing out this sword.

The clouds changed for a while.

This sword fairy queen appeared in many figures.

There are white-haired old men who carry three-foot swords against millions of soldiers, women who hold long swords and turn to Longtan Tiger's Den, and there are assassins who fight in the palace with short swords...... Not only that, there are also children who practice swords, there are sons who kill the enemy, and there are soldiers who fight......

These figures in different postures, all holding a sword in their hands, long or short, luxurious or simple, are all handed out with the world.

Lin Shugui laughed and said, "This sword is called, Flame of Fire!"

The figures behind him also laughed together, and the sound echoed through the clouds, causing a wave of visions.

"This sword is called, Flame!"

The torch is passed on and grows endlessly.

After seeing these figures, Huiyin's face changed greatly, and he suddenly had a desire to escape immediately, Buddhism cultivates the past life, the present life and the future life, although he majored in physique, but he also knows something, this sword immortal has been communicating for a long time at this time, so this sword is no longer handed by him alone, but all the sword cultivators throughout the ages.

The power of the spark can still burn the prairie fire, let alone the eternal fire.

Therefore, this sword is invincible.

He wanted to leave, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't move.

Let his face turn into bitterness completely.

At this time, he no longer had any hope, after this sword was handed out, it was useless to do some more things, it was better to settle down and save some effort.

Sword cultivation's sword has always been very fast, and Lin Shugui, as a sword immortal, is naturally the same, so it didn't take long for the human world and the long dragon to penetrate the two of them.

It's Wu Shou and Qingniu.

As for Huiyin, Lin Shugui didn't really want to kill, leaving Huiyin here was just a lesson.

Buddhism is very difficult to entangle, it is a piece of kraft candy.

Wu Shou lowered his head and looked at the hole in his chest, he didn't die soon, after all, he was a saint, he didn't die so easily, don't look at him like this now, if he still wants to live, he can easily live for hundreds of years.

And under the premise of all this, it is to let Lin Shugui let him go, but now it seems that I can't expect anything.

Compared to him who is still alive, Qingniu was stabbed by a sword in the world, did not struggle excessively, and died soon, now lying in the clouds, there is only a corpse of Qingniu, and a Daomen saint who does not know life and death, after all, Zhao Lanjiang and Qingniu stand very close, and it is inevitable that they will be affected.

Qingniu is dead, he is a big demon, and the realm is placed in the three sects, and he can be called a saint.

The saint is the darling of heaven and earth, and there should always be some vision when he dies.

Soon, the sun that had just risen was low again, and for thousands of miles, it suddenly rained heavily.

It's blood-red.

And in the heavy rain, there was a constant sound of ghosts crying.

According to the classics, the saint was born in the world and the world was clear, and the saint died and the sky rained blood and a hundred ghosts cried.

The cry spread widely, as did the rain of blood, and everyone looked at this rare sight, and their thoughts were different for a while.

Among them, Wu Shou is the most sympathetic, after all, he is also dying, I don't know if two saints have died one after another, will these blood rains fall a little bigger?

Wu Shou's face was pale, he looked at Lin Shugui, and squeezed out a smile, "Your sword is very good." ”

Lin Shugui nodded and didn't say anything more.

His sword is not only good, it should be the best in the world.

It's just that Wu Shou is going to die, and he doesn't want to argue with the dead.

Wu Shou turned his head, looked at Huiyin with a bitter face, and sighed: "I always thought that I could live for a long time, but I didn't expect to die so early, but I was a little reluctant, but the wood is already in the boat, and it is useless to regret it, old friend, I will go first, you slow down." ”

After Lin Shugui's two swords were finished, Huiyin could move, he looked at his old friend who had known him for hundreds of years, sighed heavily, folded his hands, and read a scripture of the past life.

While he was chanting, this Confucian sage, who came and went quickly, died with a smile.

The corpse was not preserved like a green ox, but turned into a burst of light and dissipated between heaven and earth, and the saint was supported by heaven and earth, and naturally returned to heaven and earth after death.

As for his brush height, it turned into a ray of light and flew away.

Looking at its direction, it is the Great Zhou world.

Lin Shugui didn't stop him, and let the brush fly away.

The blood rain between heaven and earth has become even greater.

Lin Shugui took one last look at Zhao Lanjiang, who had already sat up and was silently healing, stopped thinking of another sword, shook his head, returned the sword he had taken from all over the place, and did not stay longer, and soon left the clouds.

So above this cloud, there were only two saints left, and the corpse of a green ox that refused to return heaven and earth.

Huiyin looked at Zhao Lanjiang, and was about to say something just now, but Zhao Lanjiang obviously didn't want to pay attention to him, holding the green cow with one hand, took a step, and disappeared into the clouds.

Huiyin sighed: "I lost money in the business here, and I lost my wife and soldiers." ”

After saying that, the Buddhist saint also left the clouds.

The clouds, which had been huge not long ago, fell silent almost in the blink of an eye.