Chapter 90: Nine Swords

The wind rises.

Four black shadows, like ghosts, struck in an instant. Straight to Jane One.

Jian Yi was silent, her hands hung down, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Let's go to the side. ”

Jian Yi patted Tian Lingbao's head and said softly.

"Uh. ”

Tianlingbao originally wanted to preach, but the collision just now was still a little painful, but seeing Jian Yi's somewhat solemn expression, she still slowly retreated.

"You can't beat them, remember to call me uh. ”

Tian Lingbao stepped aside, as if he didn't know what he remembered, he suddenly turned his head and said.

“......”

Fortunately, Jian Yi has been used to it since this journey, otherwise, this sentence would have to be bleeding.

The realm of true qi, fused with natal weapons, greatly increases its power.

The sound of maple leaves, rustling, like the sand of the Gobi beach, is quiet, but contains a trace of cold air.

It is shaped like a maple leaf, but it is a cold magic weapon, and the sawtooth on it is much more sharp than the sawtooth on the branch that it encountered before.

Brush!

The shadow of the sword swayed, like a fluttering butterfly, although it was a little beautiful, but it was even more dangerous.

Ding!

After the crisp sound, in his eyes, it was a wooden stick, a bit like the black wooden stick formed by the black gas before, but its color had changed, and it was full of red, and a golden yang qi was emitted, like a sharp knife, exuding a scorching sun-like aura.

Whew!

The last man, however, opened his mouth wide, like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, and the sound of the whirring wind suddenly roared out from the innermost part of him, without stopping for a moment.

The technique of the five elements is still missing, but the aura that erupts from it is already very powerful.

Click!

Under the momentum, a hurricane was formed, and the dead trees around it fell instantly, making a violent clicking sound, and with a bang, they fell heavily to the ground, and the layers of soil were lifted up, and under the air, it was even darker.

"Nine Swords!"

Jian Yi's expression became extremely focused, and a sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The dantian surged, Taiyi sword qi surged, and a vast momentum came out.

The Nine Swords Technique, the lower three grade Dao techniques of the Taiyi Sect, is displayed in the world, and it is also hundreds of years later.

The former bitter ancestor tried it, but it didn't work.

Although its level is low, what it needs is a complete Taiyi sword qi, otherwise, even if it is immersed in the sword path, it will not be used.

Time, as if it had stopped at this moment.

The gears of the maple leaf were constantly rotating in the wind, and the cold air of the slaughter wrapped Jian Yi and slashed violently.

The sword shadow was forced, forming a field of momentum, as if turning into several daggers, inserting and killing.

The wind was sharp, as if it had the potential to add fuel to the waves, and for a moment, it was as if layers of waves had been set off, but between these waves, all kinds of momentum, thousands of turns, but in the end, it condensed into a terrifying murderous aura, until Jian Yi.

Smiling silently, the sword in Jian Yi's hand rose slightly, and the true qi in his heart condensed to a knot.

The technique of nine swords, Taiyi chases the sun, the vigor is immortal, and the illusion is like the rising sun!

A strong light, like a golden sun hanging in the sky, dazzling and scorching.

In Jian Yi's hand, in the center where Jian Yi was standing, the momentum of the halo was like water waves, falling layer by layer, expanding outward.

"What is this?"

The person who danced with the sword shadow frowned, and when he saw this dazzling scene, he felt a little bad in his heart.

However, Jian Yi did not give them any reaction.

The yang energy was sensational, and the killing intention on the maple leaf was like ice and snow under the sun, withering inch by inch, turning into water stains, slowly falling until it disappeared.

In the wind, Jian Yi's long hair was blown away, and his eyes became more indifferent than ever.

Kill!

But it was the man holding the wooden stick, the red light, which was particularly conspicuous under the dazzling eyes of the scorching sun.

Boom!

Weighing as much as a thousand pounds, the stick stretched out in an instant and fell heavily.

Jian Yi smiled coldly, and the sword in his hand rose slightly, blocking the wooden stick.

"Humph!"

The man snorted coldly, the true qi in his heart, the crazy blessing, the thick palm, pressed down hard.

Break!

The corners of Jian Yi's mouth moved slightly, and in the white light, it was like a little spark, a little bit of purple breath, winding a strange arc, and then slightly lifting up.

Click!

Suddenly, the wooden stick that weighed as much as a thousand pounds was like a piece of wood that had been severely split by an axe, breaking inch by inch.

Burst!

The natal weapon was broken instantly, the man's face turned pale, his chest contracted, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out, like a huge force pushed out, and the figure slid out of a trajectory in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground.

"The third child!"

"The third child!"

The man with the maple leaf in his hand and the man with the sword shadow were panicked when they saw this scene.

All of this happened between the lightning and the flint, and they didn't have time to react at all.

All this happened so fast and so fast that they almost blinked before they saw such a shocking scene.

"Kill!"

The sword-wielding man gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes flicked in a hurry, and the sword in his hand was shattered.

Whew!

And the man with a big mouth of blood, who grew like a giant beast, took another sharp breath, and then blew forward.

Whining!

A hurricane formed, swirling with sword shadows, fierce and ferocious.

In the layers of dirt, the murderous aura was overwhelming, even covering up the dazzling white light.

Jane was in the center, clenching the sword body, her expression was still indifferent, but her brows were slightly furrowed, and in her heart, she became slightly solemn.

The four types of trips, integrated together, are still not to be underestimated.

However, he did not take it to heart.

The lower third-grade Dao technique is not the second-grade Dao technique, and the destruction is in an instant.

In the hurricane, there was a sharp and sharp sword qi hidden, and suddenly, the sword-dancing man appeared in front of Jian Yi, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Die!"

In an instant, the hurricane turned into a sword, and the sword in his hand was stacked layer upon layer, like a mountain of gravel, majestic, and in the air, a spark like lightning was rubbed.

Boom!

The sword in Jane's hand was lifted upward, and it struck against it, but it shattered with a bang.

Immediately, the Dao Dao's sharp invisible sword attacked towards Jian Yi, surrounding Jian Yi without the slightest gap.

Jian Yi frowned slightly, but there was no panic, and his expression was still indifferent.

Boom!

In an instant, a sword appeared again in Jian Yi's hand.

In the scorching light before, they didn't see the true appearance of the sword body, and after the light dissipated, they finally saw the sword in Jane's hand.

Peachwood Sword!

Looking at each other, they can see a strong shock in each other's eyes.

It was this peachwood sword just now, which actually resisted their combined siege.

"Why, I thought I could give you a chance!"