"What do you mean?"

Ling Jianzi pressed the hilt of the sword in his hand, a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his eyes, he didn't make a move now, because he didn't want to provoke a Yuanying master for no reason.

After all, the existence of a Yuanying Cultivator has always been of great significance, and if there is a large force behind him, which is enough to rival the Sword Sect, it will be a great enemy for the Sword Sect.

If this person is a casual cultivator, it will be even more terrifying, because the identity of the casual cultivator is like duckweed, drifting with the wind, without roots and bottomlessness. If he wanted to take revenge on the Sword Sect, he only needed to harass one or two from time to time, and if he attacked and killed the junior disciples of the Sword Sect, he would put the Sword Sect in a dire situation.

Therefore, the spirit sword has a jealous heart, and if he can make him retreat in his words, it will be the best.

If not, then we must unite several major leaders to completely kill this person, and the soul will be destroyed, and he must not be given a chance to escape.

Presumably, Qingsong and the others will definitely not give up the immortal relics in this secret realm, and at that time, the four sects can only join the branches, and the four major masters will work together to solve these hidden dangers invisibly.

The expression on Ling Jianzi's face remained unchanged, but he had already thought about these questions carefully in his heart, the long sword in his hand sounded softly, and his divine sense had covered all around without a sound, and the qi machine had been faintly locked and not abandoned. If this person's answer is slightly incorrect, the Spirit Sword's attack will attack like a raging storm.

"Isn't Lao Tzu's words still unclear?"

A sarcastic smile hung on his face, and the next moment, he clenched his right fist and suddenly swung it into the void.

Suddenly, there was a clicking sound in the void, and a huge black slit appeared, exuding a pulling force within it, as if it wanted to suck everything into it.

In this black gap, there seems to be the wailing sound of thousands of living beings, which makes people only feel trembling all over their bodies after listening to it, and they subconsciously want to dodge.

The appearance of this black gap is similar to the second pointed by Tie Mingzi's finger, but looking at this person's complexion, it seems that it is easy, and he will not abandon this person's cultivation, but I am afraid that he has reached the late stage of the Yuan Infant, which is higher than the cultivation of everyone present.

Qing Song's eyes shrank slightly, and he came to this conclusion, his brows furrowed slightly, and his right hand was inadvertently clenched into a fist. Let Ling Jianzi test it first, is this person a cultivator of the sect or a casual cultivator?

In the case of casual practice,

Qing Song sneered, a fierce look flashing across his face.

As soon as he thought of this, his right hand slowly stretched out, and he calmly looked at the Venerable who stepped into the void and walked step by step.

"Lao Tzu wants to beat people today, but also take treasures. ”

Zun Bu gave up the evil qi in his eyes, and there seemed to be a thunderous tiger roar on his body, shaking the sky and the earth, and every step made the void fall, and the huge blood qi formed a blood cloud behind him, and the blood cloud was open, as if it was about to break through the sky.

"Then let's see how many catties your Excellency has!"

Ling Jianzi spoke coldly, and with a bang, the long sword in his hand came out of the sheath, as fast as lightning.

The blue-white sword light reflected the sky, reflecting the flowing clouds in the sky into blue and white, and the sharp sword intent was surging vertically and horizontally, densely covering the surroundings, making people feel uncomfortable, as if they had been pricked by needles.

This sword intent is sharp, as if nothing in the world cannot be separated. Compared with Du Xiaomei's cold as snow sword intent and Chen Mo's murderous sword intent, it was a little more pure and heavy. The circle is as good as you want, and the weight is light.

Ling Jianzi is a sword cultivator after all, and although he thinks too much in his heart, he always maintains his unbending heart. The words of respect and non-renunciation have all been said to this kind of part, if he doesn't make a move, what kind of Tao will he cultivate, what kind of sword will he practice?

The spirit sword pinched the trick in his left hand, and the blue-white sword light quickly converged, turning into an ordinary long sword, and between the swings in his hand, suddenly, the void seemed to be boiled, and the clouds were rolling, like water boiling.

In the next moment, countless bubbles rose up around the Spirit Sword, emitting glowing dots, like stars shining brightly.

At first, the bubble was the size of a person's finger, but it rose in the wind, and soon it was the size of a man's fist.

Goo, goo, goo!

Suddenly, there was a rattle from the churning bubbles, and something seemed to be formed in them. The tops of those bubbles are also wriggling as if a chick is about to emerge from its shell.

Phew!Bah!......

All the bubbles burst at this moment, making a loud noise, which was not loud, but extremely dense, like a drizzle falling to the ground.

And after this bubble burst, what appeared in front of everyone's eyes were countless villains who were only one inch tall. These little figures have blurred faces, and they are all holding swords the size of a finger, and the tips of the swords are pointed directly at the reverence.

Looking closely, these finger-sized swords are wisps of silky sword intent.

Perhaps a wisp of sword intent is harmless to such a monk who specializes in cultivating the flesh, just like tickling.

But if it's ten, a hundred...... Until thousands of sword intent are vertical and horizontal, dripping water pierces through stones, ropes and saws are broken, and they can always leave traces on his body until they break through his defenses.

In this world, there is no shield that cannot be broken, only a sword that is not sharp enough.

If it can't be broken, then sharpen the sword again, make the sword sharper, and make the tip of the sword more hurtful, until the moment when the shield is broken.

This is the way forward for sword cultivation, the way of sword cultivation, moving forward, rather bending than bending.

As if feeling that the power of this spell was still a little insufficient, Ling Jianzi's expression was gloomy, he bit the tip of his tongue, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of essence blood and sprayed it on these villains.

Immediately, these villains were in a daze, and a bright red blood line appeared in the sword intent long sword in their hands, and at the same time, these long swords emitted a burst of demonic red light, which made the spine of everyone present chill, as if there was a cool air rushing straight to the heavenly spirit cover.

Ling Jianzi snorted lightly in his mouth, he pointed at his sword with both hands, and pointed in front of Zun Buqi, and in an instant, these villains flew towards Zun Buqi as if they had received an order. Its speed was so fast that between the lightning and flint, it seemed to cross the entire canopy, and came to Zun Bu to abandon his body, stabbing towards the weakest point of this person's body.

or eyes, or lips, or armpits, or abdomen.

There are countless villains holding bright red long swords and stabbing them fiercely, showing no mercy.

The sound of tinkling and dingding sounded, like the collision of gold and stone, and the crisp sound immediately spread throughout the entire sky, and those villains actually collided with the body at this moment, and at the same time, the long sword bent and fell down, and at the same time, the body collapsed, turning into a wisp of clear qi and dissipating.

"Are you tickling Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu doesn't feel it at all!"

Zun Buqi scratched his head and said disdainfully. Then, he threw a punch, forming a rumbling sound in the sky, turning into a huge fist shadow.

As soon as it appeared, the surrounding space froze, and even the breeze disappeared, leaving only this huge fist shadow, which seemed to cover the sky and the sun, roaring towards the spirit sword.

Ling Jianzi's expression changed greatly in an instant, his figure did not retreat, and the long sword in his hand was blocked, and a huge phantom immediately appeared behind him. The phantom shadow stood up to the sky, doing the same movements as the spirit sword, and also holding a huge sword, standing in front of him, blocking the unrelenting fist shadow.

The rumbling sound was endless, and the next moment, everyone clearly saw that the phantom behind the spirit sword instantly collapsed and turned into flying ashes, and even the sword in his hand made a squeaking sound at this moment, and finally it was directly broken into two.

Ling Jianzi's face was pale, and his expression was unbelievable, and he flew out directly, trembling all over, and spit out a stream of blood arrows from his mouth......