Tsukasa Ling Dongri is trying his best to hide his traces, but he didn't notice Liuli's actions at the first time, and when Liuli's natal sword yuan escaped, Dongri was shocked and unstoppable, and the fog and shadow were churning, and he was angry.

"Liuli, what are you doing!You'd rather run out of your natal sword yuan than send this girl out?!"

Liuli pursed her lips, the natal sword yuan that has survived for a hundred years is not only her ability to maintain her true colors in the sword mound Jin Gang, but also the only connection with her master.

Instead of sinking in the Moon Washing Sword Shrine, it is better to die generously, my name is Liuli, but it is a peerless sword!

Tsukasa Lingdong saw that Liuli ignored it, and anxiously divided into two fog shadows, one blocking the perception of Qiyue Zhenren, and the other floating in front of Liuli.

"Don't you know what kind of temperament Shen Xianyu is, Liuli! Even more fierce than her brother! Once she finds out that this girl is trapped in your hands, she will definitely capture you and me!

The light blue sword yuan turned into a phantom and wrapped around Xiao Ningsu in a coma, the glass sword was really a peerless divine weapon before it entered the sword mound, and it had lost its owner for hundreds of years, and a wisp of insignificant sword yuan not only ignored the shadow of the mound spirit mist, but also protected Xiao Ningsu through Jin Gang, and flew all the way towards Jin Tieqi.

Qianzhang Waiqiyue Zhenren felt a slight feeling in his heart, and a trace of the extremely unfamiliar and faintly aware sword yuan fluctuation in the dark stopped castration, hanging in the sword mound, and flicked the sleeves of his robe, sensing the wisp of sword yuan that seemed to be there and nothing.

Tsukasa Lingdong was extremely angry, seeing that he couldn't stop Liuli's way, he was angry and attracted the sword mound withered sword, and tens of thousands of gray sword weapons rose from the ground, and they all arrived in front of Liuli, and they refused to send Xiao Ningsu out of Liuli.

Although there are tens of millions of forces oppressing, the light blue sword yuan is submerged by the withered sword, but under Liuli who does not care about himself, the sword yuan left on the sword is not enough, so draw the source qi of the sword!

Shocked, the glass sword poured majestic source qi, blended into the sword yuan and suddenly rose momentum, even if Dongri set off an infinite withered sword, it could not block the sword yuan swing, and the withered sword was smashed in an instant, hitting the Tsukasa Ling Dongri difficult to contain for a while.

Such a big movement in Qianzhang Jin Gang naturally can't hide from Qiyue Zhenren, Rao is Tsukasa Ling Dongri tried his best to deceive her divine sense with the fog shadow, but the throbbing of the thin sword under the skirt was a heart-to-heart, and Qiyue Zhenren faintly recalled the appearance of the sword yuan that flashed away.

With a "flutter", Dongri dispersed into countless fog shadows, sticking to the glazed sword yuan, as if begging and threatening: "Liuli Liuli, your sword yuan can still rely on the tenacity of the body to prevent Jin Gang from eroding for a hundred years, but this draws the source qi of the sword, when this girl is sent out, it will be when your body and the sword spirit are wiped out together!"

Tsukasa Ling Dongri frantically waved the fog shadow, the fog shadow condensed, turned into countless black swords, spun in front of the glass, a man's face appeared in the fog shadow, seeing the glass's gloomy expression, Dongri continued.

"If you die with the sword spirit body, what's the point of me living alone in the sword mound?! If you don't stop again, even if you destroy the sword mound today, the power of the Dao Sect will be heavy, and I will kill this girl!"

The glass has not been sluggish, the figure is becoming more and more ethereal, the heroic Dongri Sword in the past has become the appearance of no one and no ghost today, a wind and rain as early as five hundred years ago, the clouds dispersed, how to talk about living alone and how to pass? It's just an obsession in my heart, I don't want another person to fall silent, after all, I want to be buried in the sword mound, what do I pity?

"I've made up my mind. Ruri sighed.

Tsukasa Ling Dongri laughed loudly, the source of the glazed sword is irreversible, if he misses this moment, he misses it, since the glaze will definitely die, how can he be willing to let the glaze of Fanghua Wushuang fall into the sword mound with the appearance of hundreds of millions of withered swords?

The sword mound shook, and the withered sword forged.

The thin sword under Qiyue Zhenren's skirt couldn't help trembling, and Qiyue Zhenren finally remembered who owned the pale blue sword yuan, and immediately changed color, the black skirt was raised, and the four-foot-long and two-finger-wide thin sword was held in a loud voice, and the unsheathed sword waved, it was actually a sword qi in the air, not to mention gold and iron qi, even Jin Gang couldn't stop for a minute!

The black pupils flashed by with astonishment, and there were hundreds of millions of dry swords like waves in front of Qiyue Zhenren, and the sword weapons were surging like the sea, not the angry waves crashing on the shore, but gold and iron hitting the sky! Even if Qiyue Zhenren cultivated to the ultimate realm, how could he resist the sword mound with hundreds of millions of sky-turning sword weapons?

It has been a hundred years since she sat in Xiyue Peak, and Qiyue Zhenren naturally knew that the Sword Shrine had a spirit, but as for what kind of spirit it was, it was not in the scope of what she could know, even if she asked the brother who cultivated to the True Monarch, with the brother's carelessness, she couldn't ignore the Daoist Sect's ban and tell the Spirit of the Sword Shrine why, at this time, this Tomb Spirit is so powerful?!

Two fingers and one touch the two-finger wide thin sword hanging in front of the eyes, pointing through the blood, standing in front of the hundreds of millions of withered swords in the sky, the real person of Qiyue is only like a drop in the ocean, and the mayfly shakes the tree, and she, the cultivation of the Tao asked the immortal for five hundred years, isn't it just for the ants to ask the sky?

The pale yellow blood-red sky suddenly went dark.

Vermilion drips, a red dress.

......

Liuli protects Xiao Ningsu who is rolled in the wave of withered swords, only when it is a cup of tea, Liuli has exhausted the sword yuan, and the light of the water curtain is not broken purely with the source qi of the body, and as soon as it is broken, Xiao Ningsu is crushed by the tide of withered swords set off by the east sun, and under the blockage of the dead silence of the sword mound, Liuli does not dare to ensure that Xiao Ningsu's soul can escape.

The glazed sword spirit is accompanied by the glazed sword body, the source qi is flying, the sword spirit is related to honor and disgrace, a broken sound, a blue glow fell into the dry sword tide, and the tips of the glazed feet also passed away, such as the glazed sword, the flying sword, is not a mortal soldier, the spirit has become a heaven and earth spirit, the source gas consumption is equivalent to the wear of the sword itself, the royal blue luster on the local flying sword is almost invisible, from the tip of the sword to crumble little by little, the glaze quickly melted away her legs, and within a hundred breaths, she will completely collapse.

Tsukasa Ling Dongri is already a crazy demon in the past, countless fog shadows like ink, driving the sword mound withered sword, running to Qiyue Zhenren, he and Liuli, although they were their masters a hundred years ago, but they have long been indistinguishable from each other, the sword mound is bitter and lonely, Dongri has taken the position of Tsukasa Ling, for what? !

Being imprisoned is all because of the Taoist sect! This kind of sect has harmed him by losing his master and guarding the sword mound, not to mention sixty-seven disciples, even six hundred, and sixty thousand cannot eliminate the resentment in his heart! Who is hanging in the sword mound? Ha! It is the sister of Shen Ning's hypocrite! She also has a part in the things of the past, since today's glass is destined to be wiped out, then take Shen Jing and Shen Xianyu to be buried together!

There was no water in the sword mound, and there was a sudden howling tide.

......

There is a red sword in the red dress, there is a red spirit on the sword, the real halberd of Qiyue is a finger pressure sword, the unsheathed thin sword is dyed vermilion, there is a childish girl who looks the same as the real person of Qiyue standing barefoot, a real red dress, the sword spirit is in red clothes, and the sword intent is sprayed, such as the bright moon shining in Gaohua, wash the Yuehua to be my blade!

The sea of swords hooks up the heavens and the earth, hundreds of millions of withered swords hang upside down, the rivers and rivers are toppling, Qiyue real people wear red dresses, she is not the mayfly, nor the ants, she is the pillar of the sea god, the furnace of the melting sword, the sword comes?

She'll melt in one go!

Qiyue Zhenren stared at her eyebrows, the villain on the sword raised her red eyebrows, she shouted, the sword Lingqing shouted, the sword moved, the four-foot thin sword was four-foot sharp, and a little red mangs resisted the tide of the sea!

Hundreds of millions of withered swords poured over the mountains and seas, and in an instant, more than 100 zhang of Jin Gang Qi flew by, crossing the gold and iron qi, and Qiyue Zhenren's thin sword stabbed out, and it suddenly became a monstrous sea of fire, which was on par with the sword tide!

The fire fish in the sea of fire jumped, and a firefish annihilated a withered sword, but the sword mound withered sword was so much that the power of the real person of Qiyue could not be broken, but the sword momentum of the real person of Qiyue changed, and thousands of firefish jumped into the dragon gate, and went straight to the sky and turned into a sky full of fire and clouds, and the red-eyed sword spirit opened his hand and pushed, and the smoke and the dry sword collided, and they were evenly matched!

Tsukasa Ling Dongri Imperial Envoy Sword Shrine Withered Sword, what damage does the withered sword turn into ashes on him? Daoist Sect has established the Moon Washing Sword Shrine for thousands of years, among which there are hundreds of millions of dry swords, and the Sword Shrine has no spirit, unless the real person of Qiyue dares to take Qi from all over the world, otherwise when the manpower is finally exhausted, I don't believe that she can have hundreds of millions of fire fish and endless smoke!

Qiyue Zhenren frowned slightly, the true yuan in the dantian qi sea was flying, it was not easy to maintain the vast sword momentum, with her cultivation, even though the smoke and haze that supported the sword momentum could be three thousand miles in one breath, how could the rootless water last?

Just as Qiyue Zhenren and Tsukasa Ling Dongri were each accumulating their strength, and they wanted to win a decisive victory, a trace of blue treasure light quietly flew out from the sea of withered swords, which was Xiao Ningsu, who was protected by the glass!

Qi Yuezhen's eyes widened angrily, this mound spirit dared, and dared to capture the disciples of the Taoist Sect, but the sword momentum has been completed, and the sword qi is ready to fly, and it is impossible for Qi Yue Zhenren to let the sword qi devour his body, so he has to let go of the sword and let the red eyebrows be forged into a sword momentum! But how could Qi Yue Zhenren let Xiao Ning die in the smoke of her sword momentum, and swallowed a breath of sword qi desperately, and also made a gap in the smoke and haze!

At the same time, Tsukasa Ling Dongri discovered Xiao Ningsu who flew out of Jin Gang, Dongri had the heart to kill Xiao Ningsu, but Liuli was attached to it, and saw that the glass sword was shattered inch by inch, if the sea of dry swords was struck again, how could the crumbling body of Liuli endure it? Dongri didn't want Liuli to die in his hands, and 10,000 withered swords fell, allowing Liuli to take Xiao Ningsu through the gap and fly to the side of Qiyue Zhenren.

Swallowing it in one gulp, Qiyue Zhenren's throat was spicy, the smoke and fire fish drove back the sea of dry swords, the thin sword floated in the air, and the red-eyed sword spirit controlled the thin sword, accumulating the sword momentum, Qiyue Zhenren reached out and grabbed Xiao Ningsu, dyed with gray and blue iron filings, the last wisp of sword source qi dissipated, and Qiyue Zhenren only had time to see the last face of Liuli's dying.

Who said that gold and iron are ruthless? The sword has a morning and twilight, and people have a day and a night, you send me love, and I trust it for life.

"Peerless ......" Qiyue Zhenren muttered, all kinds of thoughts poured out, hugged Xiao Ningsu with one hand, and struck out of the sea of flying fish, which could be blocked by a sea of dry swords, looking back at the sword mound where the sword cultivation sword was buried, the withered sword was like a sea, as if it was pouring out injustice, and flew forward at the moment before the bright light of the pillar was extinguished.

If the sword is like this, how can a person be worthy?