"One against three, I'm afraid, it's not necessarily!"

As soon as Jian Zhen's words fell, an old voice suddenly sounded, and Lin Boying's figure slowly appeared beside Jian Qingyu. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lin Boying!"

Jian Yueying looked at Lin Boying, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Even if you help, with the strength of the two of you, you are definitely not our opponent, why should your Lin family go to this troubled water!"

"Who said it was just me?"

Lin Boying smiled slightly, looked at the dark palace, and said loudly: "Master Xingnian, please show up!"

Hearing this, everyone was slightly startled, and quickly turned their heads to look at the palace behind them that had been burned black.

"Amitabha!"

An old voice came from the palace, and an old monk wearing a slightly whitish ordinary monk's robe walked out slowly, his thin face was full of compassion, he lowered his head slightly, chanted in a low voice, and walked towards Jian Qingyu and Lin Boying.

The old monk walked slowly, step by step, and everyone stared at him with reverence, but they didn't feel that he was walking slowly.

But he did walk very slowly, and he walked a lot of tea before he came to Lin Boying's side, slowly stood still, his eyes still didn't look at anyone, and he still chanted in a low voice!

Looking at Jian Qingyu and the three of them, not only Jian Zhenyu and Yun Su'er, but even Jian Yueying and Yun Xin's complexions became solemn.

Three against three, not only do they not have the upper hand, but the situation is faintly unfavorable to them!

Lin Boying and Master Xing Nian were both masters who had achieved the Spirit Casting Realm for many years, and their fame and talent back then were above them.

But they are not afraid!

"Do you really want to help him?"

Jian Yueying looked at Lin Boying and Master Xingnian with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice.

"You may not know, Jian Zhenming is my disciple, Qingyu is naturally my apprentice, if I don't help him, can I help you?"

Lin Boying sneered.

"Amitabha! Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Master Xingnian seemed to have finally finished chanting, slowly raised his head, looked at Jian Yueying and Yun Xin with compassion, and finally his gaze stayed on Jian Qingluo, his brows furrowed slightly, and he chanted for a long time.

"In that case, then we have to fight first!"

Sword Moon Shadow smiled coldly, and slowly took out the long sword wrapped in silk cloth at his waist, revealing its blue-black hilt!

"Skyfall Sword!"

Jian Qingyu's heart was secretly shocked, and his gaze suddenly fell on the blue-black hilt and blue-black scabbard.

In the battle of the mountain bamboo forest after the Buddha Sect, he fell into a coma, and the whereabouts of the Heavenly Falling Sword were also unknown, and the sword Qingyu suspected that it had fallen into the hands of Yun Su'er, but he didn't expect to be caught by the sword!

"This ...... It's the Heavenly Fallen Divine Sword that my sword family spent hundreds of generations of people trying to forge with the Divine Fall that fell from the sky before ancient times!"

Jian Yueying stroked the blue-black hilt and said softly, with an inexplicable look of excitement on his face.

"This scabbard is also cast by the ancestors of my sword family with the fragments that the Divine Fall peeled off, and it is integrated with the Heavenly Fallen Divine Sword!"

Sword Moon Shadow has only broken through to the Soul Casting Period for ten years, and in terms of cultivation, it is impossible to compare to Master Xingnian and Lin Boying, but with this Heavenly Fallen Divine Sword, he is full of confidence!

"It's okay! The old man also just wants to comprehend this Skyfall Divine Sword and see how much power you can exert it!"

As the words fell, Lin Boying's figure flashed and landed on the top of a palace on the far left of Jian Qingyu.

"It's okay! Dying under the sword of the Skyfall God Sword is not an insult to you!"

Sword Moon Shadow smiled coldly, carried the Skyfall Divine Sword, and chased after it.

"You and I haven't fought each other for decades, and today is just the same comparison!"

Yun Xin smiled charmingly at Master Xing Nian, and in a flash, her figure flashed, and she jumped into a garden on the right side of Jian Qingyu!

"Amitabha!"

Master Xingnian whispered to the Buddha, and as soon as he took a step, his figure slowly faded and dissipated, and everyone hurriedly turned their heads to look, and he had already appeared in front of Yun Xin.

The battle between the masters of the Spirit Casting Period, even if it is an aftermath, is far more than the full force of the Sanhua Gathering Master, and the battlefield naturally needs to be extraordinarily large in order not to affect each other!

Seeing that the four earth immortal masters had already begun to fight, Jian Qingyu flipped his right hand, put the dim light Qingguang sword into the Qinglan ring, and grabbed it with his right hand, and the crimson long sword left by Dao Hong Zhenren fell into his hand.

Jian Qingyu uses swordsmanship, this crimson long sword is already an ownerless thing, he can use it directly without recognizing the master!

The cold smile on Jian Qingluo's face had disappeared, and the aura around his body quickly rose, and the murderous aura on the Killing Sword was pervasive, the dark red light was great, and his figure flashed, and he suddenly slashed at him.

Jian Qingyu shook his arm, holding the sword and stabbing directly, the crimson long sword lingered with a rich blood-colored light, and stabbed on Jian Qingluo's blade like lightning, not only extremely accurate, but also preemptive.

This sword looks extremely ordinary, and the sword qi that escapes is much smaller than before, but whether it is speed, strength, skill or the time of the shot, it is extremely exquisite, when the power of Jian Qingluo is about to be launched, the latter strikes, obviously, compared with just now, Jian Qingyu's swordsmanship has improved a little!

The crimson long sword stabbed on the Killing Sword suddenly, and Jian Qingluo only felt a fierce and powerful explosive power suddenly coming, and the power of the counterattack was like an overwhelming mountain, passing along the Killing Sword to his arm, straight into his whole body.

Jian Qingluo's complexion changed slightly, the blood-colored light in his eyes flashed, the aura around his body suddenly surged, his arm shook, and the power transmitted was instantly dispersed by it, and the Killing Sword continued to crush towards Jian Qingyu.

Jian Qingyu's face changed slightly, her whole body was shocked, and her body couldn't help but retreat one after another, while Jian Qingluo only took three steps back!

"Late Stage of the Spirit Casting Realm!"

Jian Qingyu secretly marveled in his heart, this Jian Qingluo's cultivation was actually stronger than him, and he had already reached the late stage of the Spirit Casting Realm.

In such a situation where both cultivation and weapons have an absolute advantage, even if his swordsmanship is slightly better than him, he may not be able to defeat him!

A blow shook back Jian Qingyu, and Jian Qingluo no longer gave Jian Qingyu a chance to breathe, and quickly bullied forward, taking advantage of Jian Qingyu's unstable foothold, the Killing Sword quickly stabbed into Jian Qingyu's heart.

"Shura Gong" is cultivating the middle dantian, the body is strong inside and outside, and the recovery ability is extremely terrifying, with his current realm, even if the throat is penetrated, it is unhindered, but the heart and eyebrows are the key points.

The dantian on the center of the eyebrows is the soul god's mansion, and it is the key point of everyone, but the center of the eyebrows is difficult to attack, unless the strength of the two has an absolute awareness, and the speed of the sword is fast enough, few people will choose the center of the eyebrows as the sword that must be killed.

For Jian Qingyu who cultivates "Shura Gong", in addition to the center of the eyebrows, the heart is its only death point, and if it does not destroy its heart, even if the body of the sword Qingyu cultivated into the body of Shura is destroyed, it can consume Shura's blood and gradually recover!

Since Jian Qingluo knew that Jian Qingyu's cultivation was "Shura Gong", he naturally also knew Jian Qingyu's death hole, so as soon as he made a move, he only attacked his heart!

Jian Qingyu knew his own death hole for a long time, so he naturally guarded it strictly, not to mention, with Jian Qingluo's swordsmanship, if he wanted to break through his own defense and stab his heart, the difficulty was no less than attacking his eyebrows!

The Killing Sword stabbed suddenly, and Jian Qingyu swung his sword and slashed down, but this time, it was the blade of the crimson long sword of Sword Qingyu and the tip of the Absolute Killing Sword that struck together.

"Bell!"

The deafening sound of a crisp clash of gold and iron rang out, and everyone around covered their ears and screamed in pain.

Fortunately, those Grandmaster Realm disciples were all unconscious, otherwise this wave of impact would be enough to shock them to injury, or even to death!

The two swords intersected, and the sword Qingyu retreated again, and a gap was revealed on the crimson long sword in his hand, and the spiritual light on the long sword was dim, and this magic weapon flying sword was also slightly damaged!

Taking two steps back slightly, Jian Qingluo chased after him again, but Jian Qingyu had already prepared this time, and when he retreated, he had already swung his sword and slashed out, and a blood-colored sword shot out, slashing towards Jian Qingluo.

Jian Qingluo was not afraid at all, holding the Killing Sword and rushing directly towards the sword, the sword slashed, the black robe on his body was torn, and a large piece of his clothes flew away, but there was not even a trace of scar on his dark red skin!

Jian Qingyu's eyes froze, and his heart froze, but Jian Qingluo had already been killed, and the killing sword in his hand slashed upward, slashing from Jian Qingyu's waist to the direction of the heart of his left chest!

Jian Qingyu realized that Jian Qingluo had also cultivated a magical technique similar to his own, not only was his strength strong, but even his physical strength didn't seem to be half a point weaker than his own!

The long sword attacked, and Jian Qingyu didn't have time to think about it, and he couldn't care about stabilizing his body, so he hurriedly swung his sword and slashed down against the Killing Sword!