No matter how clear the lake is, when it has enough depth, the sunlight will not be able to penetrate completely.

After Chu Jiang drove a fierce man into Jinshui Lake, he didn't make any senseless moves, but just dived into the deepest part with his mind, and when there was almost no light around, he was a little relieved.

In fact, when he left the dock and jumped into the lake, Chu Jiangkai had already seen the two of them make a move, at least with the cultivation of the Jindan Realm, he could control that kind of magic weapon.

It's just that what it is, Chu Jiang didn't delve into it, and the brilliance of the magic weapon has already revealed its own rank.

Thinking about it, Yan Zhuang's magic weapon was nothing more than a magic sword, and the magic weapon of the elder with long hair in Lingyun Gate, Chu Jiangkai didn't see it clearly, but he saw that the magic weapon flashed with brilliance, and struck towards the blue mang of the falling sword.

At that time, Chu Jiangkai suddenly remembered that Protector Chen had said the cause of this Jinshui Lake, and remembered the spring at the bottom of the lake.

The tip of the sword finally touched the bottom of the lake, and Chu Jiangkai stopped his body, prostrate in the sedimented silt, quietly sensing the flow of the lake, judging the distance between himself and the spring.

He is not a reckless person, and in such a dangerous situation, he is naturally more vigilant.

After a while, Chu Jiangkai basically determined the location of the spring according to the strength of the water, and slowly crawled towards that place with his waist bent.

And in his body, the spiritual power of the spiritual power talisman gave birth to a trace of spiritual energy when it flowed between the meridians.

These auras maintained his basic breathing, and some of them poured into the gentleman's body through the place where he was close to him.

The force of the water gushing out from somewhere became stronger and stronger, and Chu Jiangkai was almost crawling against the bottom of the lake.

With each step he climbed, his hands and feet had to pass through the gaps in the mud to clasp the stones under the mud to resist the strength of the current.

The water of the entire river depends on this spring, of course this spring will not be a few trickles, and the way Chu Jiang thought of escape was this spring.

On the pier by Jinshui Lake, the elder's hair was already messy, his eyes were closed, and the fog around his body was billowing, and in the mist, a trace of brown aura rushed out and crossed the surface of Jinshui Lake.

"This line is where he is now, how about it? Master Yan Strong, if you are not sure, the old man will come by himself. ”

Yan Zhuang behind him smiled, "If you are sure of yourself, I'm afraid you won't give it to me, right?"

"It's not difficult to say that the old man is not embarrassed to separate this lake, but if he wants to take the life of the kid in the water, the old man really lacks a decent magic sword. The elder with long hair scattered said, "Everyone in your Xianju Mountain has always practiced swords, so of course it will be more convenient for you to come to this kind of thing." Besides, this kid is a rebel of your Xianju Mountain, and you can be regarded as cleaning up the portal!"

Yan Zhuang shook his head and didn't say a word, but his hands slowly stretched out, and the slender yellow magic sword reappeared, growing inch by inch in the aura between his hands, and after growing into the length that a sword should have, it slowly rose into the air.

At this time, Yan Zhuang raised the aura between his hands, and the aura surrounded the sword.

"Master Yan, how much time do you want to leave that kid to escape?" the long-haired elder looked at Yan Zhuang's slow and methodical appearance, and said disdainfully. "A dignified Jindan Realm cultivator, it won't take an hour to come out with a sword, right?"

Yan Zhuang ignored it, raised his hand and flicked the orchid finger towards the aura, the sword in the aura seemed to be guided by some kind of guidance, broke through the aura and flew into the air, galloping into the wind, instantly growing into a giant sword more than ten zhang long, and the tip of the upturned sword slashed towards the aura silk thread cast by the elder on the lake.

This sword is full of strength.

The surface of the lake rippled on either side of the silk thread.

When the giant sword slashed close to the surface of the water, the ripples on both sides surged into two waves, and a crack automatically parted in the middle of the lake, which ran through the east and west, dividing the entire Jinshui Lake in two.

The elder with long hair scattered turned solemn at this time.

The monks in the door often fought on the water of this lake, and the stormy waves would often be rolled up, but there had never been a sword like Yan Zhuang that directly divided the lake in two.

He was also a Jindan Realm cultivator, and Lingyun Sect seemed to have lost more masculinity under the sword of this feminine man in Xianju Mountain, and he himself was a little afraid to underestimate the other party.

Yan Zhuang seemed to wash away the femininity with a sword.

Although his figure and face were still the same, at the same time as this sword was slashed, his feminine temperament was a little stronger.

Chu Jiangkai at the bottom of the lake has already seen the spring.

It was a wide hole on the gentle slope of the lake, and he was a little happy, but he instantly felt that something was wrong, where did the light shine here?

Chu Jiangkai subconsciously turned around, and saw the giant sword burning with dazzling brilliance and slashing down towards himself at the bottom of the lake.

This sword is too powerful, so powerful that the lake can't help but retreat, and for Chu Jiangkai, it is so powerful that there are no dead ends, no room to dodge, and no place to hide.

If there is nowhere to hide, there is no need to hide.

Chu Jiangkai took out the blue falling sword and handed it over to the slashed giant sword.

The entire spiritual power in his body was condensed onto the blade of the Falling Sword, and this condensation hollowed out his meridians, and the spiritual energy was immediately sluggish, and the suffocation hit instantly.

Yan Zhuang's sword had already slashed into that rift.

The falling sword in Chu Jiangkai's hand had also been handed to the blade of the giant sword.

But the scene in his eyes was no longer real, even blurry.

He had been holding his breath for so long, and he had condensed all the spiritual power in his body to the blade, and now he felt like he was being pinched by someone's neck, and his eyes were black for a while.

And the sword that he relied on the most, under that giant sword, was as small as an embroidery needle, and it seemed to be just a futility like a mayfly defending a tree, and it was even inferior.

After all, the tree doesn't move on its own, but this giant sword carries the power of Mount Tai.

The blade of the Falling Sword was handed to the blade of the giant sword, and the burning light of the giant sword covered it, including Chu Jiangkai who was holding the sword.

The bottom of Jinshui Lake finally saw the light of day, and Chu Jiangkai felt that the lake water around him disappeared, so he greedily breathed a breath of scorching air in the giant sword light, and this mouthful also made him see the light of day like the bottom of this lake.

The Falling Sword did not seem to be overwhelmed by the power of this giant sword, but instead made a small inch of the blade of this giant sword.

This made Chu Jiangkai feel hope, at least this giant sword was not as indestructible as it seemed.

The falling sword in his hand did not break, and the person who held the sword was not beheaded by the sword.

With the strong power of this giant sword, Chu Jiangkai, who was crawling and turning around to hand the sword to block, took advantage of the momentum and retreated against the bottom of the lake, and the falling sword in his hand also quickly swept through the place where the giant sword blade entered, drawing a blue light that was more dazzling than the brilliance of the giant sword.

This is the Falling Sword.

This is the sword of failure.

No matter how bright the brilliance is, you can always shine your own light.

Chu Jiangkai was retreating, and he was also pushed into the distance by the force of this giant sword.

And in the distance, it is the mouth of the spring.

The lake retreated, and the spring also sensed its might, and the turbulent water was suppressed into a silent oozing, like a veritable spring, without the torrent.

This spring water that Wang returned to his true nature gently accepted the regressive Chu Jiangkai, and even absorbed him into it.

The giant sword lost the block of the falling sword, and literally slashed into the mud and rocks at the bottom of the lake, and suddenly the muddy water splashed everywhere, and the hole of the spring was instantly buried in the rocky muddy water.

Yan Zhuang, who was holding his sword with both hands on the dock, was a little distracted.

There was a surge of qi and blood in the inner mansion, and there was a gap on the magic sword that was close to the spine of the sword, and this gap was reflected in the dantian, which was a wound that pierced into it, and even almost injured Jin Dan.

There was no blood from the wound, but Yan Zhuang's heart was bleeding.

There was nothing else on the magic sword except the gap, there was not a trace of blood, and the sword was equivalent to falling into the air.

In Xianju Mountain, Wen Ruyan, who was known as the first person in the society, was abolished.

Then Liu Yuquan, who had not long been Ning Dan, was stunned and buried in the dust.

After that, a sword in the river array shattered Fu Fanchen's golden pill.

And on this pier, two swords took the lives of four enlightened people.

Now even an old Jin Dan like himself almost ruined the Dan to him.

Chu Jiangkai, how much the do you want to go against the heavens?

Yan Zhuang looked at the stagnant lake in front of him, shook his head helplessly, and said, "When the mountain lord knew that he was going north, he wanted to take advantage of your Lingyun Gate's river array once and for all, so that he would not have a reputation as a rebel in the mountain." ”

"I didn't expect this kid to really be able to escape, but it caused you Lingyun Sect to lose these monks in vain. ”

"Yan Zhuang doesn't know what benefits the mountain lord promised you Lingyunmen that day, but now it seems that you are afraid that you will lose a lot. ”

The face of the elder with long hair was cloudy, and Yan Zhuang's metaphor had already made him very angry, but thinking of the giant sword just now, although the kid named Chu Jiangkai seemed to have caught it, if this sword fell on him, he was really not a little sure. If you don't have the strength, even if you get angry, you can't talk hard.

"It's a reparation, but you don't want to think that kid can't just disappear into thin air, right? There's nowhere else to go at the bottom of the lake but the spring. ”

"You mean, he went into the spring?" Yan Zhuang said.

"But the spring seems to have been destroyed by you, if it's only temporary, it's okay to say, I'm afraid it will be completely destroyed, in that case, the notoriety of your Xianju Mountain will spread in Great Wei. You must know that the Jinshui River is indeed a small river in Dawei, but it also nourishes hundreds of thousands of people in this Lechuan River, and you Xianju Mountain can't afford this notoriety. ”

Yan Zhuang smiled.

"What does this matter have to do with Xianju Mountain? If you Lingyunmen dare to expose these things to the world, I, Xianju Mountain, will not be afraid to bear a bad reputation!"

"You ······" Where does the elder with long hair still look like an elder at this time, and he said angrily, "If you Xianju Mountain don't pay attention, then the kid will flee to the ends of the earth······

Yan Zhuang waved his hand and said impatiently, "That kid is yours!"