The Fa Jing shouted loudly, and everyone looked at it in shock, its figure had already rushed to the ring, and his palm was fierce, and he slapped at Jian Qingyu's head!

Jian Qingyu only felt dizzy in his head, and he couldn't even stand steadily, how could he still have the strength to take this palm, and his heart couldn't help but sink to the bottom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Brother Yuqing!"

"Brother Yuqing!"

Lin Qiongling, Xing Chenghao and the others were all taken aback, stood up, and exclaimed.

"Stop!"

At the same time as a cold cheer sounded, a figure rushed towards the Dharma Sutra.

The Fa Jing was condescending, and with a palm slap, Jian Qingyu only felt that the strong wind was crushing, and he couldn't even move.

But he didn't have to move, a slender hand was already in front of Jian Qingyu, and it struck with the soul-inducing palm of the Law Sutra!

The strong wind swept out, but a figure that was not strong was in front of Jian Qingyu, blocking this terrifying strong wind!

Lin ...... Patriarch Lin!"

Jian Qingyu looked at the familiar back in front of him with some surprise, and said weakly.

Lin Caicheng turned his head, nodded with a smile, and said, "Can you still support it?"

"Hmm!"

Jian Qingyu gritted his teeth and nodded.

Lin Caicheng nodded slightly, turned his head, and didn't look at the Dharma Sutra that was shocked back to the edge of the ring by his palm, raised his eyes to look at Fa Yun who was gloomy on the stone steps, and said lightly: "Fa Yun Zhenren, is this the rule of the martial arts conference?"

"Lin Caicheng, this son openly killed my son, you dare to stop me from avenging him?"

Fa Jing stabilized his body and glared at Lin Caicheng angrily, but he didn't strike again!

"Fayun Zhenren, Yuqing is poisoned, it is the poison of your Daomen's unique heart-devouring water!"

Lin Caicheng didn't look at the scriptures, his eyes were still looking directly at Fa Yun with a gloomy face, and he said lightly.

"Poisoned!"

"He's really poisoned!"

"Daomen actually uses poison!"

......

Lin Caicheng's voice spread all over the square, and the square suddenly talked about it, and even the disciples of the family became ugly, and they exchanged their heads one by one, and they were talking about it!

"Fa Yun Zhenren, you should give everyone an explanation for this matter, otherwise how can we let the disciples of the clan compete on stage with peace of mind?"

Xinghua Yu looked at Fa Yun lightly, but his voice was extremely cold!

Gong Su'er and the other five family patriarchs also looked at Fa Yun with gloomy eyes, and their meaning was self-evident!

"Senior Brother Faxuan, antidote!"

Fa Yun slowly stood up and shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Fa Xuan nodded, his figure flashed, and he rushed to the ring and handed a brown elixir to Lin Caicheng.

Lin Caicheng took the pill, looked at it, nodded slightly, and hurriedly fed it to Jian Qingyu.

After taking the antidote, the black qi on Jian Qingyu's face immediately faded like a tide, and the aura slowly became stronger!

Slowly opened his eyes, the light in Jian Qingyu's eyes was restrained, and he grabbed it with his left hand, and the scabbard that Zhen Hao was holding in his left hand fell into his hand, and turned his hand to put the Tianyan Sword into the sheath!

Seeing that Jian Qingyu not only killed Zhen Hao and broke his sword, but now even his sword scabbard was snatched away, he couldn't help but become more angry, staring at Jian Qingyu deadly.

Jian Qingyu turned a blind eye, and hugged his fist towards Lin Caicheng and said, "Thank you Patriarch Lin for saving your life!"

"It's okay!"

Lin Caicheng nodded with a smile, and looked at Fa Yun who had already stood up again.

Jian Qingyu didn't say a word, and his eyes also looked at Fa Yun with a gloomy face, and the qi in his body had already secretly started to run Zhou Tian!

Cultivating the "Sword Holding Posture", walking and standing can be cultivated, and Jian Qingyu naturally can't waste this opportunity to breathe now!

"Everyone!"

Fa Yun glanced at everyone, and said slowly in a deep voice: "It's really unscrupulous, hurting people with poison, breaking the rules of the conference, and damaging the reputation of the Daomen, it should be severely punished, and it should be set an example, but now it is self-defeating and chasing it out of the Daomen!"

"Senior Brother!"

Fa Jing's face changed greatly, his whole body trembled, and he hurriedly said.

He never expected that Fa Yun Zhenren's punishment would be so severe, even if Zhen Hao died, he would be expelled from the Daomen!

In this way, as the father of Zhenhao, how can he still have the face to serve as the head of the Daomen, he will inevitably be blamed and abdicate!

Not only the Fa Sutra, but everyone present, whether it was Lin Caicheng and other family elders, or Fa Xuan and other Daomen elders, all looked at Fa Yun in surprise, obviously they never thought that Fa Yun would be punished so severely!

As soon as the Fa Jing spoke, Fa Yun interrupted with a cold face: "Senior Brother Fa Jing, as the head of Chiyun Peak, you first have the responsibility of not being strict with your godson, and then you have the fault of destroying the conference, damaging the reputation of the Daomen, and you have regretted it!"

"You can't ...... in charge of a real person"

Fa Jing's face was pale, and he was full of anger, and just when he spoke, Fa Yun was cold, and shouted: "You dare to resist the order!"

Fa Jing only felt dizzy, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, and walked out of the ring and out of the square in despair!

Lin Caicheng and Fa Xuan also retreated to the stone steps again, leaving only Fa An with a gloomy face and Jian Qingyu with a slightly pale face left in the ring!

"Yuqing!"

Fa Yun's gaze turned to Jian Qingyu, and said slowly: "The rules of the ring competition are not to fight to the death, and no killings are allowed, thinking that Zhenhao violated the law first, you are excusable, and this matter is over!"

With that, Fa Yun sat down slowly again, looking at the ring below with an indifferent face.

Fa Xuan took a step forward and said loudly: "In the sixth ring, the champion is temporarily scattered cultivation Yuqing, and the challenger is invited to come to the stage!"

"I'm coming!"

As soon as Fa Xuan's words fell, a coquettish cheer suddenly sounded, and among the disciples of the Daomen, a white figure jumped up and landed on the ring, it was Zhenluo, the disciple of the Daomen!

Seeing that it was actually another Dao Sect descendant disciple who came to the stage to challenge, everyone was shocked, in this way, Jian Qingyu had to deal with two Dao Sect innate masters one after another?

"Daomen Zhenluo, please advise!"

Zhen Luo smiled like a flower, but his eyes were extremely cold, his slender hand was wiped on his waist, and a six-foot soft sword appeared in his hand, like a spiritual snake out of a hole, and quickly stabbed at the throat of Jian Qingyu!

"Boom!"

The Tianyan Sword suddenly came out of its sheath, stabbing at the tip of the soft sword like lightning.

Zhen Luo's arm shook, and the straight soft sword was like a spirit snake, staggering the blade of the Tianyan Sword, and quickly wrapped around the Tianyan Sword, and his arm suddenly took over!

Jian Qingyu's arm shook, and the Tianyan Sword was as fast as thunder, following the power of Zhenluo, and quickly stabbed into Zhenluo's heart!

Zhen Luo hurriedly drew his sword to dodge, but the Tianyan Sword changed its sword momentum, turned into a stab, slapped it horizontally on Zhen Luo's waist, and pulled it out of the ring!

"What a good one to overcome softness and clumsiness!"

Yang Xuying looked at Jian Qingyu, who was standing with his sword lightly, and praised in a low voice.

In the square, the young masters saw that Jian Qingyu knocked Zhenluo off the ring in just three moves, one move and one style seemed simple and ordinary, but it was like flowing water, all in one go, so fast that everyone had not yet understood, and the winner had already been divided, and they couldn't help but be amazed!

Zhenluo stood up, glared at Jian Qingyu angrily, and flew back to his seat!

"Senior Sister Zhenluo, your sword is more than dexterous, but the speed needs to be faster!" Yang Xuying glanced at Zhenluo and said lightly.

"Thank you for your advice!

Zhenluo's anger disappeared in an instant, smiled charmingly, nodded, and said coquettishly.

"I'll try!"

Just as everyone was still amazed by Jian Qingyu's wonderful swordsmanship, beside Yang Xuying, a loud shout sounded again, and the real martial artist with a strong body and a giant sword on his back had already flown and landed in the ring!

"Daomen Zhenwu!"

Zhenwu slowly pulled out the giant sword on his back, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, Zhenwu had already taken a big stride, holding his sword and slashing at Jian Qingyu!

"Boom!"

The sword light flashed, and the aura around the sword Qingyu erupted, and the Tianyan sword was instantly unsheathed and slashed on the giant sword of the true martial arts!

"Bell!"

The loud sound of gold and iron clashing spread throughout the square, and Jian Qingyu and Zhenwu both retreated more than ten steps before they stabilized their figures!

"Hahaha!

Zhen Wu Lang shouted, his battle intent was high, the giant sword dragged to the ground, and rushed towards Jian Qingyu again!

The giant sword slashed upwards diagonally, the sword green jade long sword flipped over, the sword was held in his backhand, his body leaned back, and the Tianyan sword rubbed the giant sword and slashed towards the real martial arts!

Zhenwu hurriedly changed his move and slashed, but Jian Qingyu took advantage of the situation, his body turned upside down, and he kicked Zhenwu's wrist twice in succession.

"Peng!"

Zhenwu Sword stood in the bluestone ring with a bang, Zhenwu's arm was numb, and Jian Qingyu's feet kicked, one kicked on Zhenwu's wrist, and the other kicked on Zhenwu Sword!

Suddenly, the Zhenwu Sword took off his hand and flew out of the ring, Zhenwu had just taken two steps back, Jian Qingyu had already split his legs, holding the sword and pointing obliquely, the Tianyan Sword had already reached Zhenwu's chest!