The words fell, and immediately after, a statue of the Bodhisattva Tongtian holding a vajra appeared in the clouds.

The Bodhisattva's face was compassionate, as if he wanted to take over the suffering of the world, but what he was doing now was not merciful at all, and the vajra tightly held in his hand smashed towards Yang Yi like a meteor.

Directly cover a radius of 100 miles.

Ye Qingyu looked at this scene, as if he had made some kind of decision, and the hairpin in his hand also crossed immediately.

Just before the Bodhisattva statue, Yang Yi was shocked.

And the Bodhisattva statue that followed only slightly rubbed with Yang Yi.

Yang Yi stood up with his sword, watching the bleeding and his injuries miserable, but fundamentally there was nothing serious.

He suffered only minor injuries.

The Zhitong monk floated in the middle of the eyebrows of the Bodhisattva statue, and his words came out like Huang Zhong Dalu.

"Ye Qingyu, you must know that you are a saint of the Three Sects!"

There is anger in the words.

Zhitong Monk is not stupid, Ye Qingyu seemed to be doing his best in the scene just now, but in fact, it was more about saving Yang Yi, otherwise the two saints would join forces to attack, no matter how strong Yang Yi was, he should be seriously injured.

Ye Qingyu looked indifferent and did not answer, but quietly looked at Yang Yi, who had already flown back into the clouds.

At the same time, the sound of thought came into Yang Yi's ears.

The blow just now was the last resort she could do, and after that, she would not show mercy.

After all, what Zhitong Monk said was right, this world really does not allow the second sword immortal to appear.

After all, it is a battle for Taoism.

Even if it's a close relative, it can't be compared.

Looking at Yang Yi, who flew into the sky again, Zhitong Monk snorted coldly, "Ye Sheng, don't keep your hands this time." ”

Ye Qingyu still didn't respond, but her face was a little lost.

Zhitong Monk continued: "I can keep his soul alive. ”

Ye Qingyu glanced at Zhitong Monk, was silent for a moment, and said a good word.

These two saints were in agreement.

Then, the galaxy flashed, and the Bodhisattva looked angry.

Yang Yi held Canghai tightly, his face was covered with blood, he looked at the two saints in front of him who were holding killing moves, and said loudly: "The battle of Taoism has nothing to do with anything else, Yang Yi asked the two saints for a sword today!"

As the words fell, the Sword Sect began to tremble, and countless long swords burst out of it.

The long swords surrounded Yang Yi's back, and their respective sword qi hooked together to form a long dragon.

Yang Yi, who holds the sea in his hand, is the dragon head!

This scene is rare in the world.

Yang Yi's momentum at this time was already almost the same as that of the Sword Immortal.

......

......

In the Forbidden City under the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xu Baichuan walked out of the Jinluan Hall with a sword, looking at the fierce battle in the clouds, and sighed a little.

During this time, he had already incorporated a lot of Great Zhou Qi into the autumn wind, and to put it mildly, if he wanted to, he could actually swing a sword towards the clouds.

Maybe you can kill a saint again.

And his reliance is the autumn wind in his hand.

Qiu Feng was originally a fairy sword, and there was a sword immortal sword qi in it, and now it was instilled with a lot of luck, and when the three were mixed together, it would naturally be comparable to the sword immortal's blow.

Xu Baichuan sighed: "Luck is really a good thing, no wonder the saints of the Three Sects refuse to let the emperor practice." ”

Luck is the desire of the people, but it is only temporarily gathered on the emperor, and if the emperor cultivates, he will turn this luck into himself, which will be very unfavorable to the saints of the three religions.

Therefore, it is difficult for secular emperors to embark on the path of cultivation, and the Great Zhou Tianzi is an exception.

Xu Baichuan suddenly had an idea in his heart, if the emperors of the world could practice like the Great Zhou Tianzi and lock his luck with himself, would the three sects still be as prosperous as they are now?

He didn't know, so he wanted to try, but now wasn't the time.

Just when he was thinking about this, an inexplicable feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

It's a sense of sadness.

It's as if a sword fairy is going to die.

This feeling was very unreasonable, so he unconsciously looked upwards and looked at Lin Shugui on the clouds.

Lin Shugui seemed to notice this gaze, thought about it, and soon passed down a word.

It's a person's name.

Yang Yi.

"Yang Yi?" Xu Baichuan was stunned, a little puzzled, but soon thought of something, and then his face was full of astonishment.

If it was Yang Yi, it was really possible.

Xu Baichuan took a deep breath, then sat on the ground, pinning his mind on the autumn wind, while reciting the ancient sword technique passed down by Lin Shugui.

He had recited the sword technique twice, the first time was to absorb the luck just now, and now he is reciting it, which is to drive the luck.

Under the blessing of luck, the autumn wind left his hand, turned into a wisp of autumn wind, and left the Great Zhou world in just an instant.

......

......

Yang Yi swung his sword and slashed at the Zhitong monk!

But it didn't take long for it to fly out upside down again, and it fell to the ground with a lot of dust and smoke.

Beside Yang Yi, there were many long swords scattered.

The situation of the long swords varied, some light and some heavy, they were all intact when they left the Sword Sect, and now they are more or less damaged.

There was a constant sound of swords, which was very sad.

Not long ago, he drove the long sword to form a stegosaurus and wanted to make a last fight, in fact, the result was also very remarkable, the Bodhisattva statue of the Zhitong monk had been cut by him, and even there was an extra wound on his body, he was supposed to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but he forgot that Ye Qingyu was still there.

He was okay with one saint, but now he was very powerless against two.

Under the bombardment of Ye Qingyu's spell, he was soon seriously injured, and the sword just now had exhausted all the sword qi in his body.

Now his heart lake has dried up.

Yang Yi picked up the sea and slowly got up from the ground, his injuries were miserable, but he didn't care.

In the battle of Taoism, life or death, there is no other way.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yang Yi looked in a trance, just now he seemed to see the master beckoning to him, saying to let him go faster, if it is slow, he will not wait for him.

But he was still slow, and he didn't want to die yet.

Zhitong Monk's expression was a little ugly, he thought that this matter was nine out of ten, but he didn't expect Yang Yi to be so difficult, and he really deserved to be a half-step sword immortal.

But in the end, he could only stop at half a step, thinking about entering the Tao by fighting, and it was just delusional.

Zhitong Monk looked at Yang Yi, high up.

"Firefly light, dare to compete with Haoyue!"

Yang Yi spat on the ground and mocked mercilessly: "What kind of good thing can you be, if you change me to Lin Jianxian, you still dare to say this!"

Zhitong Monk was speechless, this is exactly the case, if it was Lin Shugui in front of him, even if the other party was at the end of his rope, he would never dare to say this.

In the final analysis, he still bullied Yang and did not achieve the Sword Immortal.

Zhitong Monk said coldly: "What's the use of saying so much, you don't deserve to die." ”

The saint struck again, and a golden arm pressed down fiercely.

Looking at this blow, Yang Yi muttered in a low voice: "I, Yang Yi, have been able to sit upright in this life, worthy of the sword, and today I was defeated by the hands of the villain, God really has no eyes......"

It was only before this blow that something happened again.

A long sword slashed through the air, and just stopped in front of him, slicing the golden arm open.

At the same time, the right hand of the Zhitong monk, which turned into a golden arm, was suddenly drenched in blood under the effect of the sword qi.

Yang Yi looked at the long sword that suddenly appeared, and was a little stunned, but after coming back to his senses, he had some meaning that his life should not be extinguished.

He recognized this sword, this was Xu Baichuan's matching sword, called Qiu Feng.

A word came from the autumn wind.

"Sect Master Yang, the autumn wind will lend you a favor. ”

Immediately, the autumn wind fell into Yang Yi's left hand.

Yang Yi held the autumn wind with one hand and the sea with the other, which was a little weird.

Sword cultivation has always been the heaven and the earth, although the world is big, I only have one sword, and before the sword in my hand is not broken, I will not take the second sword, even if I use it, it is also the method of the sword.

It's rare to see things like this now.

Yang Yi looked at the autumn wind on his left hand, and for some reason, he remembered the four words that Lin Shugui left him.

Life and death wither.

Now is it.

Rise from the ashes.

There was an autumn wind beside Yang Yi, and at the same time, there were waves around him.

And, a sky-high sword aura.