After Li Jianxin's blow, the front of Jingci Temple was already in a mess, and the bluestone slabs burst, and thousands of criss-crossing cracks appeared, as if they had been crushed and trampled by the torrent of giant beasts.

Thousands of sword qi were under the manipulation of Li Jianxin, except for breaking those magic weapons, they did not touch the corners of a person's clothes, so under this round of sword qi frenzy, no one was injured.

Otherwise, that move would be enough to kill the vast majority of people present.

This is naturally the result of his intention, unwilling to create more sins, to do this seems simple, but in fact it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, no less than looking for a needle in the sea, taking gold from the sand, to control these thousands of sword lights to a millimeter, good score tens of millions, the difficulty can be imagined.

That is to say, Li Jianxin has an amazing talent in kendo and has demonic qualifications, so he can do this at the age of twenty-four.

Even if you look at the entire Shu Mountain, there are only a few dozen people who can do this, and most of them are old people, all of whom have been immersed in this way for hundreds of years.

This has transcended the original realm of "using qi to resist the sword and turning qi into a sword", and has reached the second level of the realm of "the unity of man and sword, and the sword with intention".

Li Jianxin stood with his sword in his hand, his white clothes fluttering, his expression was calm, and he said, "Is there anyone else who wants to fight with me?"

He stood with his hands down, his half-black and half-white hair fluttering in the wind, and he had a chic and uninhibited air on his body, like an immortal, which made people admire.

After hearing his words, a group of people looked at each other with bitter faces, and they all saw a deep look of helplessness in each other's eyes.

Under the previous wave of sword qi frenzy, they were like a flat boat drifting in the vast sea, in danger of capsizing at any time, their hearts seemed to be pinched by an invisible big hand, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over their bodies.

The feeling that between life and death, is controlled by others, and I never want to experience it a second time in this life.

In the face of absolute strength suppression, no matter what they think or how elaborate their plans and calculations are, they are useless.

Li Jianxin saw that everyone was silent, his expression relaxed slightly, his previous blow seemed to be casually inflicted, to put it mildly, but in fact, he had used almost all his strength, in order to deter the other party with one move.

Of the more than thirty people in front of him, the weakest ones were all cultivators at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, and among them, there were many Jindan Realm cultivators, and it was not so easy for them to take it when they joined forces to strike.

He knew that even if he showed a little decline between his resistance, the other party would definitely not give up, and he would have to fight with him, once they were entangled, it would be who would die, and it was not yet known.

Li Jianxin turned to look at the golden body in front of him that emitted Buddha light and shimmered brilliance, Rao was with his calm mind, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of joy, with this relic that condensed Deng Jiukun's cultivation for hundreds of years, the thing he had always wanted to do, the hope of success would be greatly increased.

Thinking of this, a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed in his eyes.

When he put his hand on the golden body, he found that there was nothing in it, how could there be a shadow of a relic, the original look of anticipation suddenly froze, and his expression became heavy, as if he had been hit hard, he took three steps back, the bluestone slab under his feet was broken by the step, and he shook his head and muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible......"

He had already arrived at this venue, staring at Deng Jiukun from beginning to end, and his eyes did not leave the corpse of the latter for a moment, how could the relics that should have been here disappear for no reason?

Li Jianxin was puzzled, and the Rainbow Sword in his hand let out a buzzing sound, and the brilliance flowed uncertainly. Everyone else was puzzled and didn't understand what was going on.

"Is it the will of God?! No, I don't believe in any providence!"

Li Jianxin looked up to the sky and shouted, his eyes were blazing, even if the sky was ruthless, he would use the three-foot sword in his hand to kill a bright and bright future.

With a long roar, Edgeworth walked away, and his body disappeared from the spot in an instant, coming to the sky above one of the courtyards of Jingci Temple.

There are pagodas standing below, Gübelin stands, solemn, it is the temple tower garden where the monks of the past generations are buried in the temple.

Li Jianxin drew his sword and swung it down, and a red sword qi dozens of zhang long poured down, tearing through the air and slashing to the ground.

There was a loud bang, the stupa toppled over, the stones exploded, the trees shattered, and a huge crack appeared in the ground, like the mouth of an evil ghost.

As soon as the sword is out, it has the power of collapsing mountains and splitting the earth.

Li Jianxin made a move, and ten golden streamers rushed out from the ground, all of them exuding Buddha energy, and the treasure light dispersed, all of which fell into his palm.

All the relics of the predecessors hidden in the temple tower were taken out by him, and there were ten in total, although they were not as miraculous as Deng Jiukun's, but they could finally be used.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, glanced at the people in front of the temple, waved down one of them, and without looking at it again, took the remaining nine relics into his arms, and walked away, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Nine is the extreme, if he takes ten relics, it is not beautiful, it is not in line with heaven, it is better to leave one of them, as for the belonging, he does not need to worry about it.

The bearded man and the others were originally ready to return empty-handed, but they didn't expect Li Jianxin to leave a relic, and their eyes showed eagerness, and they started to scuffle again.

......

In the sky outside Hangzhou, a slender black shadow hurried through the clouds, followed closely by two figures not far behind, it was Ao You, who had left the festival before, and Xiaoqing and Qiao Chen'an.

Xiaoqingshui Mansion was taken away by Ao You, and even almost lost his life, at this time, seeing that the latter suffered a heavy blow, he chased after him, not wanting to miss the opportunity to eliminate the enemy.

But Qiao Chen'an adheres to the principle of cutting grass and eradicating roots, and if he breaks this black magic weapon, he will be hated by the latter. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to let it go, otherwise, there will be endless troubles.

The three of them fled and chased after each other, and soon flew over a distance of dozens of miles, far away from the city, Ao You looked back, and saw that the two escapes behind him were getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of impatience in his heart.

He was already seriously injured, and he escaped all the way, his injuries became more and more serious, and his flight speed became slower and slower, so if he continued like this, he would be caught up by the two sooner or later, and then his mana would be exhausted, and he could only end up being killed. On the contrary, it is better to take advantage of the fact that you still have the strength to go, and maybe there is still a glimmer of life!

Thinking of this, Ao You immediately made up his mind, found a place with dense clouds and rich water vapor, plunged into it, turned into a human form, hid himself, and seized the time to breathe for a while.

A pair of eyes stared coldly outside through the clouds, and with a flash of light in his hand, the water-splitting trident was held in his palm, glowing with a cold and faint brilliance, as if soaked in a layer of poison.

If he could get rid of one person first, he might not have escaped with his life!