The mountains are stacked and green, and the Liuhe Pagoda stands in front of the blue waves in the distance, and the tide is moving.

Jiang Caiyi was dressed in brocade clothes and fluttered, and he grew up behind him. At this moment, the rising sun sprinkled ten thousand golden rays, the breeze hit people, behind her is the blue waves of the West Lake, bathed in the morning breeze and light, beautiful like a fairy.

Zhao Wu'an didn't even have the slightest heart to appreciate it.

How strong the sword qi left by Luo Jianqi was, Zhao Wu'an may not have seen it with his own eyes, but looking at the seven swords in his box, he can get a glimpse of it.

If Jiang Caiyi becomes the new Luoshen, the consequences will be unimaginable. Zhao Wu'an wasn't even her one-in-one enemy.

Zhao Wu'an's footsteps flew by, and in an instant, he rushed out ten steps and came to a quarter of the Baoyou Bridge.

Jiang Caiyi, who was standing in the Baoyou Bridge, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the green pine guqin, and the guqin collapsed a string.

In an instant, the tide froze, and a ruthless murderous aura came towards Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an was forced to stop and rode out of the Pulsatilla to resist. The murderous aura formed a wall of wind and forced him to the death, and the pulsatilla only resisted for a moment before losing its effect, and Zhao Wu'an was forced to retreat five steps.

Jiang Caiyi jumped slightly, and he had already followed the guidance of the sword qi and walked towards the lonely mountain. She was still facing Zhao Wu'an, a look of mockery on her face.

It seems that Jiang Caiyi has been planning for a long time to come to seize the sword qi this time, even the green pine guqin in his hand that looks like it has an empty appearance, there is also a terrifying killing intent hidden inside. Nie Xinglu will escape from prison, most likely because he has heard Jiang Caiyi mention that he is very yearning for the sword qi in the lake, so he will not hesitate to violate the ban to get this power.

The theory of Luo Shen's relics that has been circulating in Hangzhou is by no means groundless.

At least, now Zhao Wu'an watched with his own eyes a girl with no martial arts half-hanging in the air for no reason, flying towards the center of the West Lake.

Luo Jianqi's sword qi could indeed make all those who practiced martial arts panic.

But Zhao Wu'an also learned the Luo Shen swordsmanship. Even if it was to keep the swords behind his back from being taken away by Jiang Caiyi, he had to stop her.

Zhao Wu'an supported the bluestone ground of Baoyou Bridge with his hand and shouted: "Su Musha, Bodhisattva Man, Poppy Beauty, Magpie Treading Branch!"

Four flying swords came out of the box one after another, hanging behind Zhao Wu'an, emitting a clear sword sound. Zhao Wu'an raised his head, his pupils clear and clean.

He flew out, accompanied by five flying swords, and his body moved, and it was thunderous again.

Jiang Caiyi didn't dare to be careless, stretched out his hand and slapped on the green pine guqin, breaking a string again.

There was a "snap" sound, as if it sounded in Zhao Wu'an's ears, deafening. At the same time, the sky was full of murderous intent and shrouded Zhao Wu'an's body. Maybe it's because Jiang Caiyi has absorbed a part of Luo Shen's sword intent, and just a guqin string has such power.

Zhao Wu'an did not retreat but advanced, he had already rushed to the middle of the Baoyou Bridge, and with a wave of his hand, five flying swords shot out at the same moment, and the sword qi blended with each other, weaving into a fan shape, and the sound shook the sky.

The killing intent of the strings and the sword qi of the flying sword collided suddenly, and the wind stopped sharply at the place of the collision, and the killing intent twisted, dyeing a blue and black trace, as if the air was also cut by the killing intent, and a burning breath condensed in the void.

Zhao Wu'an didn't stop, and quickly passed through the blue and black barrier. Jiang Caiyi, who slowly retreated, was now close to him.

Just when Jiang Caiyi broke the strings twice, the distance had been shortened so much, and Zhao Wuan was also sweating for it. After all, she is just a qin girl who has never practiced martial arts, if she were to be replaced by any martial artist above the seventh rank to receive this sword qi, I am afraid that Zhao Wu'an would have been beaten to the ground by now.

But Jiang Caiyi didn't give Zhao Wu'an a chance to breathe, and she slapped the third string with a cold expression.

The water of the West Lake is full of waves.

The lake rolled up in the air, and it was immediately straightened into a sharp flying sword by the sword intent left by Luo Jianqi, hanging in the air, and countless cold sword blades pointed at Zhao Wu'an from afar. Jiang Caiyi took another step back, and was already about to leave the Baoyou Bridge and set foot on the lonely mountain, and the momentum on his body also rose a step in an instant.

It can only be said that Luo Jianqi, who has broken through the two layers of the first-grade realm, is enough to make a girl who has never practiced martial arts advance to the second-grade with just one success.

From stepping on the Baoyou Bridge to the present, Zhao Wu'an felt the pressure for the first time.

Thousands of flying swords made of lake water came to the head. Zhao Wu'an couldn't dodge, and he didn't dare to slow down his progress, so he could only take off the sword box behind his back and hastily block it in front of him, and move forward quickly.

With every step, dozens of swords slammed into his body, shattering into mirrors, and the flying swords blocked by the box directly shattered into a splash. The place where the box can't be blocked is even more painful, Zhao Wu'an only took three steps forward, and his whole body was already soaked, and the fragility of the internal force of the cover body, the flesh had been directly broken, and it was red.

Zhao Wuan smiled helplessly. Since he took over the Luo Shen Flying Sword and began to practice martial arts, he has only cared about practicing the art of sword control, and other kung fu such as internal force and body protection can be described as a mess.

Ten more steps forward with the rain flying sword, Zhao Wu'an's white clothes turned into bloody clothes.

Jiang Caiyi stretched out his hand and pressed on the fourth string, and said with a smile: "Do you want to continue, Zhao Jushi? ”

Zhao Wu'an didn't say a word, and went further. Jiang Caiyi's face sank, and he no longer showed mercy, and the fingers on the strings suddenly pressed, and the strings broke in an instant.

The West Lake water roll made a giant sword that opened the sky, and smashed it at Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an moved, spit out a mouthful of turbid breath, exhaled and then breathed, five flying swords came from behind, one by one open and blocked the top of the head, the Bodhisattva in the front was full of golden light, and behind him Su Musha, Magpie Treading Branch, and Yu Meiren pushed the tip of the sword, lined up in a row, and resisted the Bodhisattva Barbarian one after another.

This Bodhisattva barbarian sword is wide open, the sword intent is strong and strong, the body is one foot seven, the sword is one foot five wide, the wings are tough, and there are deep grooves for drinking blood on both sides.

Like a carp entering the water, the Bodhisattva plunged into the giant sword of the lake, and the sword intent was surging and horizontal, killing all directions, breaking through a series of swarming sword qi that swept the water. Zhao Wu'an was forced to stop where he was, raised his hand to guide the Bodhisattva to drive straight in, preventing the sword from slashing down and splitting himself in two.

Bloody clothes were flying, Zhao Wu'an's body qi machine was running rapidly, and he muttered: "Break the army." ”

The Bodhisattva was as barbaric as an edict, and the sword light rose several feet, and with the sword intent of the four swords behind him, he suddenly penetrated the giant sword of the lake. Hundreds of catties of West Lake water suspended in the air slammed and exploded into endless droplets, pouring down on their heads, and Zhao Wu'an and Jiang Caiyi were soaked in an instant.

Jiang Caiyi's eyes revealed a look of surprise, and he said fiercely: "You dare to liberate the Bodhisattva's barbarian sword intent? Who allowed you, a brute, to do this?"

Zhao Wu'an didn't answer, his expression was solemn, his heart was in control of the flying sword, and he quickly rushed forward.

Jiang Caiyi snorted coldly and roared angrily: "I asked you who allowed you to do this!"

In a fit of rage, she reached out and slapped it, and the last three strings broke together.

The water waves around the lonely mountain suddenly rushed up to the sky, like the angry tide of the Hanhai Sea. Zhao Wu'an secretly gritted his teeth.

The six swords left behind by Luo Jianqi are each a metaphor for a person, and this humane essence is also hidden in the sword. Just as the magpie stepping on the branch takes the Tao essence of Su Changdi, this Bodhisattva is taken from the Tao Yun of Jiang into the sea. Jiang Caiyi had no direct relationship with Jiang Ruhai, but when she saw Zhao Wu'an liberating the Bodhisattva in the name of breaking the army, Jiang Ruhaidao contained sword intent, she was furious, which Zhao Wu'an did not expect.

Controlling the five swords in a row, and then liberating the most ferocious Bodhisattva barbarian sword intent among them, was already the limit for Zhao Wu'an. Now that Jiang Caiyi's three strings are broken, the sword intent entrenched on the top of the lonely mountain is already surging and crazy, even if Zhao Wu'an forcibly raises his qi and makes another sword, it will be useless.

The dense sword qi poured towards Zhao Wu'an like a rain of arrows, Zhao Wu'an withdrew the flying sword, and resisted with all his strength, but after delaying his efforts, Zhao Wu'an's seven valves were all broken, like a puff of grass flying upside down, falling in the middle of the Baoyou Bridge, sweating profusely.

Jiang Caiyi Shi Ran walked on the lonely mountain.

Unable to hide the smile on his face, Jiang Caiyi casually dropped the priceless green pine guqin in his arms, which had been broken by seven strings, and smiled softly at Zhao Wu'an who fell on the bridge: "Zhao Jushi, obediently hand over the sword box, I may be able to keep your whole body." ”

The wandering sword qi poured into Jiang Caiyi's body, and the waves of the West Lake next to the lonely mountain finally slowly subsided.

"Colorful clothes!"

Jiang Caiyi turned around in ignorance, only to see that in the Huxin Pavilion, Nie Xinglu held down his chest, half-kneeling on the ground, and blood was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Hu Buxi's shout came from afar: "Hey, you kid! You can't fight in a fight, you can run down and run very fast! Wait, my old Hu will give you a ride!"

The knife was strong and heavy, and it slashed the turbulent water waves with one knife. Hu Buxi stepped on the tide and came from afar. Nie Xinglu's eyes burst with hatred, and he wanted to get up and step out of the Lake Pavilion suddenly, but he couldn't do it, and he knelt down again after taking a step. He gritted his teeth, and there were a thousand hatreds and anger in his heart, but it was difficult to express them.

"Caiyi, today you and I join forces, we will definitely be able to repel Hu and Zhao!" Nie Xinglu opened his mouth and persuaded, "You have a sword qi but it is difficult to use, after all, you are not able to defeat Hu Buxi, it is better to temporarily cross the sword qi to me and help me break through the realm and enter a product." When I kill Hu Zhao and the others, the relics of Luoshen, you and I will divide them fifty-fifty, how about it?"

Jiang Caiyi seemed to have heard a big joke, a look of madness appeared on his face, and he looked at Nie Xinglu, who was seriously injured, with a smile: "I can't beat Hu Buxi? You can't even beat a quick catch, and you want to share a piece of the pie with me? Should you kill these two people, kill me by the way, and swallow the relics of Luoshen alone?"

"Caiyi! I, Nie Xinglu, are my words, you definitely understand!" Nie Xinglu said hurriedly, "Hu Buxi is not an ordinary martial artist, he definitely has the strength to be close to a grade! Whether it is in Taiyuan or Yingtianfu, how can I ever lie to you?"

Jiang Caiyi sighed and said leisurely: "Those things, if you don't say it, I really forgot." Do you think that a dewy marriage with me, Qin'e, can be exchanged for my personal promise?"

Nie Xinglu's face darkened, and he struggled: "There is a Luo Shen relic under the West Lake, this is what you told me, and you asked me to help ...... at the beginning."

"But you don't even dare to kill a sect master, and I have to personally send someone to take action. Jiang Caiyi looked back coldly, "I just stepped on the reed grass and made you suffer a little, I thought you could be caught obediently, but I didn't expect to even escape from prison for the sake of treasures." ”

Nie Xinglu, who was shocked to hear the truth, was shocked: "The traces on the reed grass were left by you, and in vain, I still lead the troubled water to Luo Guanhai for you......

"The little girl is not talented, so I am really embarrassed to bother the son. Jiang Caiyi smiled coquettishly, and Shi Shiran walked up to Nie Xinglu and waved his long sleeves lightly.

"But I hate apologizing to others, so you can die for me. She suddenly reached out and pinched Nie Xinglu's neck, slowly raising her arm upwards as if she were lifting a rooster to be slaughtered.

Nie Xinglu, who was pinched by Jiang Caiyi's throat and lifted up, had long since lost the strength to struggle. Wrapped in surging sword qi, the promising Sword Lord slowly lowered his arm, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, no longer breathing.

Hu Buxi, who had belatedly stepped on the lonely mountain, was stunned when he saw this: "Good guy, Nie Xinglu was pinched to death like this?"

"Old Hu, I really think you're getting stupider and stupider. "There was a lazy voice from the Baoyu Bridge.

Hu Buxi and Jiang Caiyi looked back in surprise at the same time. Jiang Caiyi's eyes were more frightened and hateful, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed at the same time, and all the sword qi he had just absorbed poured out, and he had a posture of killing with one blow.

"If you can't figure out the murderer, forget it, you won't kill Nie Xinglu indiscriminately. In the early morning fog, a blood-clothed figure on the Baoyu Bridge slowly stood up, "But what's the matter with coming so late? ”

Hu Buxi looked at Jiang Caiyi, who was overflowing with sky-high sword energy, and wondered, "When did this little girl become so powerful?"

"It doesn't matter if it's great or not. Zhao Wuan stretched out his hand and pressed the Luo Shen sword box, "Anyway, you and I join forces, we have to kill her to set an example." ”

The sword light in his hand bloomed, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

On the Baoyu Bridge, there was a strong wind.

"Jiang Caiyi, you are lucky to provoke me. Zhao Wu'an said coolly.

"The seventh sword, Luo Shen Fu. ”