Spirit Sword Sect rebel Liu Shaoqing. You don't hurry up and self-seal the meridians. Surrender willingly. Follow me back to Excalibur Peak to confess my guilt. Please forgive me! I have been pierced by ten thousand swords! I still have to live. Otherwise, don't blame me for ignoring the righteousness of our former comrades. There is no mercy under the sword!

Xie Yingtian said so sharply.

Han Xingcheng echoed on the side: "Senior Brother Xie, why bother talking so much with this renegade. I'm going to kill him!"

When the words fell, Han Xingcheng drove the spirit sword behind him to kill the people in Tsing Yi.

The spirit sword was castrated quickly, and the killing intent rippled in the air. It has the potential to destroy the withering and decaying.

The man in Tsing Yi was calm and relaxed, pinching his fingers out, and his fingertips seemed to have a sword. Touching into the aura of the flying sword, it just flicked upwards slightly. The flying sword lost its aura, flicked upwards and flew away, and was inserted into the distance.

Only then did the man in Tsing Yi stand up and say to the young man on the side, "Xiu'er, you stay away first." ”

The young man stepped back and said worriedly, "Master, be careful. ”

Only then did the people in Tsing Yi look at Xie Yingtian and everyone smiled, "Senior Brother Xie, I haven't seen you for many years." You still love to talk nonsense like that!"

Han Xingcheng was extremely angry and wanted to urge the spirit sword again. Xie Ying raised his hand and motioned for me to come.

"Liu Shaoqing, today, you have to leave with me. If you don't go, you will be beaten until you go. Xie Yingtian said sharply

"Let's go, can you beat me! Haha, Yingtian, since you were a child, have you ever beaten me. Liu Shaoqing seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, and looked up to the sky and laughed!

"Liu Shaoqing, you. You. Do you know what the master said to me? The master said that he wanted us to behead you directly. I tried to persuade you, but you didn't listen. Then let's see the real chapter under the sword!"

Xie Yingtian's face was red. The Dao robe shook, and a golden light spirit sword flew out. The sword is pinched. The Golden Light Spirit Sword hovered behind him. Divide into six. Han Xingcheng and the others also summoned various spirit swords. The sword is full of energy!

"Imperial Sword Technique - Hanging the Sky and Hanging the Moon"

Liu Shaoqing listened to Xie Yingtian's excited words. The laughter came to an abrupt end. As if he didn't believe it, he muttered to himself, "Master, is that really what you said?"

muttered, but Xie Yingtian still heard it. eased his excited expression, and was silent for a long time. He said excitedly, "Senior Brother Liu, Shizun may just be angry. Go back with me and explain the cause and effect. If you beg for mercy again, the old man will definitely fall in love with the old love. Won't take you like that!"

"Hehe, you won't treat me like this? The Spirit Sword Sect is the most moral. That man was highly respected in the sect. Audience sought after by disciples. Whether it's a teacher. or the uncles and ancestors are like holding the bright moon in their hands. Regard him as the next generation of leaders! How dare you tell me to go back!" Liu Shaoqing looked like a mad demon, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly.

Xie Yingtian was speechless for a while, and seemed to think of something. When I want to speak. Liu Shaoqing waved his hand and interrupted, "That's enough, don't talk about it!

The voice changed: "Aren't you trying to kill me?" Then stop talking nonsense and let's go together. ”

With that, Liu Shaoqing reached out and sucked the long object wrapped in black cloth next to his feet into his hand. Crack the cloth strip with force. A dull golden light flowed, and the sheathed sword of the carved dragon in the abyss was born at the right time.

Spirit Sword "Dragon Yuan"

Xie Yingtian and his entourage were surprised: "This is Long Yuan!"

Xie Yingtian saw that Liu Shaoqing just took "Long Yuan" sideways, and did not make any other moves. Then he immediately asked, "Long Yuan has a spirit, and he can't exert half a bit of power in your hands." Where's your natal spirit sword "Blue Bird"?"

Liu Shaoqing smiled softly and snorted: "Did the master ask you to annoy me to death? Even the people next to you are impatient with your nonsense." Hurry up and draw your sword, or I'll have to go. ”

Xie Yingtian glanced at Han Xingcheng and the others, and the others were fine. Han Xingcheng's annoyance was written on his face. Han Xingcheng felt that Xie Yingtian looked over, and he also looked at each other. Although he did not speak. But his eyes seem to be fighting and fighting. That's so much nonsense.

Xie Yingtian's face was embarrassed, and he quickly recovered, not hesitating, and said in his mouth, "Senior brothers, follow me to kill this thief." "Keep moving, run forward. Between the fingering changes in his hand, there were six golden light spirit swords behind him. One circled, crossed Xie Yingtian, and stabbed towards Liu Shaoqing.

Han Xingcheng and others have long been ready to go. Xie Yingtian's words were not finished, and he had already driven all kinds of spirit swords towards Liu Shaoqing.

For a while, at least nearly a hundred spirit swords of various colors attacked. The sword aura is terrifying. There is also a young man Lin Xiu behind him, and there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to retreat. Liu Shaoqing did not show any panic. It seemed to reveal a sharp sword intent, and the wind rolled up under his feet. Standing in the air, his figure flickered, leaving behind the afterimage of the Dao. Dancing "Dragon Yuan" will be nearly a hundred spirit swords. Stop them one by one and shoot them off. Some were even directly shattered into spiritual light.

Before the figure fell, Xie Yingtian and the others had already killed in front of him. More than a dozen figures pinched their fingers and condensed the sword, and the sword swallowed. Murderous gathering.

Liu Shaoqing waved "Long Yuan" to open and close, knocking left and right. One move and one momentum, it is natural. And there is no fancy sword momentum. It seems to be faster than the sword light. Between the dances of "Dragon Yuan", on the scabbard, the simple golden light flows. It seems to have the shape of a trapped dragon out of the abyss, and the dragon roars.

In the young Lin Xiu's distant view, Liu Shaoqing seemed to be dancing not with a sword, nor was Liu Shaoqing dancing. It was a quaint golden dragon writhing its own body. It seems to be in the abyss. I want to travel for nine days.

Xie Yingtian and others did not succeed. He didn't pull his body apart, but still fought with a one-fingered sword. surrounded Liu Shaoqing, and it was inseparable from him. The other pointed to the spirit sword that had been knocked into the sky.

"Here comes the sword!"

Dozens of spirit swords of various colors in the sky turned their momentum one after another. The sword is better than before, like the momentum of the immortals. Stabbed towards the green shadow in the field.

Seeing this, Liu Shaoqing increased the strength of his hand a few points. Like a trapped dragon, shoot Xie Yingtian and the others away one by one. Kick on your feet again, and carry "Long Yuan" to fly into the sky.

Dozens of murderous spirit swords were originally rushing down. When he was close to him, he saw Liu Shaoqing rising into the air. The sword turned sharply upward. Closely followed Liu Shaoqing's feet.

Piercing through the sea of clouds, it seems to be the time to go up to nine days. Liu Shaoqing's fingering changes in his hands, and the sword of "Longyuan" is flourishing. A volley flipped in the air, and the sword turned straight down, fighting with the dozens of spirit swords chased by the bone marrow.

A sword came up from the sky, and the dragon roared nine heavens. Sword to sword, dozens of spirit swords were scattered one after another. The real sword flicked away, and the virtual sword shattered.

The sword momentum did not stop, and it fell straight into the stream and pond of the autumn xiaxia, stirring up all kinds of water curtains. The spring flows backwards.

The curtain of water spreads, revealing a cyan figure. Standing with his sword on the brook where there was little. Falling water curtain gushes up the stream, and the waves float. The figure stood on the surface of the water and slowly rose.

Liu Shaoqing danced "Long Yuan" with a sword flower. Negative behind the wheel. He laughed softly, "The swordsmanship is good." It seems that you juniors and disciples don't have time to spend their days, and they practice diligently every day!"