"Qingyu!

Lin Boying's old voice came suddenly, and a streamer of light flew in. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Skyfall Sword!"

The sword green jade spiritual sense swept over, and immediately found that the streamer was the Skyfall Divine Sword!

It turned out that on the top of the palace far to the left of Jian Qingyu, Lin Boying had already killed Sword Moon Shadow and captured the Skyfall Divine Sword in his hand!

Just now, when he saw the long sword in Jian Qingyu's hand broken, he immediately threw it over.

After all, the cultivation of Sword Moon Shadow is only the first to enter the realm of casting spirits, and the swordsmanship has not yet reached the realm of no sword, let alone the power of the Skyfall Divine Sword, even if he has the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword in his hand, he is far from Lin Boying's opponent!

Just as Lin Boying's words fell, in the smoke and dust, Jian Qingluo's figure also rushed out, his body was like electricity, and where he passed, the strong wind dispersed on both sides.

Jian Qingluo's black robe was also damaged, but there was not the slightest injury on his body, and the Killing Sword in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the sharp sword qi dragged out an extremely deep sword mark on the ground.

Jian Qingyu hurriedly jumped back, grabbed the Skyfall Divine Sword, and the aura around his body quickly sank, and the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword suddenly became bloody, and a fierce aura was about to erupt.

Seeing this, Jian Qingluo was shocked, this Heavenly Falling Sword became completely different in Jian Qingyu's hands, and he immediately did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and the aura around his body rose rapidly, and his whole person instantly turned into a dark red giant sword!

"Thorn in the sky!"

The dark red giant sword made a sharp sound of piercing the air, and flew towards the sword Qingyu.

Where the strong wind passed, the bluestone slabs shattered and flew, and the ground was torn!

"Draw the sword!"

Jian Qingyu's eyes also froze, and he let out a low shout, and the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword in his hand turned into a huge blood-colored giant sword and slashed down.

"Peng!"

A strong wind that was even more terrifying than just now spread, and the bluestone ground instantly turned into a huge pit several feet deep.

In the strong wind and dust, an embarrassed figure flew out upside down against the ground, dragging a huge ravine on the ground, and then directly hit the stone pillar of the main hall behind him, which was the sword Qingluo who took advantage of the situation to pursue!

The stone pillar shattered, and Jian Qingluo's face was already extremely pale, and a mouthful of black blood couldn't help but spurt out, and then turned into a dark red light and slowly dissipated.

In the deep pit, covered by strong wind and smoke, Jian Qingyu walked out slowly, a snow-white robe was already tattered, the shawl and white hair were also quite messy, his face was even pale, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

On the Skyfall Divine Sword, a demonic blood-colored light flashed on the blood-colored long sword, and between the sword light spitting, there was a "buzzing" sound coming out continuously.

Holding the Heavenly Fall Divine Sword, Jian Qingyu slowly walked towards Jian Qingluo, walking very slowly, but the pace was very steady, and every step he took out, his expression was extremely firm!

Jian Qingluo slowly stood up with the Killing Sword, couldn't help but cough while holding his chest, his breathing became heavy, but his expression was still proud.

In the battle just now, although Jian Qingyu was better than him, it was also a lose-lose situation, if he did not hesitate to fall, it would not be difficult to pull Jian Qingyu to accompany him.

However, he naturally wouldn't do this, he has the inheritance of "Asura" and feathers flying immortals, it is not difficult, how can he compare the gains and losses for a while?

Jian Qingyu also understood that he couldn't kill Jian Qingluo today, so he didn't continue to make a move, stopped in front of Jian Qingluo, and looked at him calmly.

At the same time, Yun Xin, who fought with Master Xing Nian, was also defeated, and Master Xing Nian did not kill her, but abolished her dantian.

"How could this be!

Jian Zhenxuan was terrified in his heart, his face was like ashes, and he could no longer live up to his previous confidence and calmness.

Jian Qingqi was even more frightened and paralyzed, planning for decades, preparing many back-ups, and the battle that was undoubtedly won was actually defeated!

With this defeat, not only will the foundation of their Sword Family and Xuannu Ice Palace be destroyed, but even their lives will definitely not be saved!

"You're defeated!"

Jian Qingyu's eyes always looked at Jian Qingluo alone, for him, among the people present, only this one was worthy of being his opponent.

"I'm defeated, but you may not be able to win either!"

Jian Qingluo showed a faint smile on his face, and his eyes looked past Jian Qingyu to the stone platform behind him.

Jian Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly, indeed, he had already been seriously injured after defeating Jian Qingluo, once the teleportation circle was successfully repaired, he would face a master of the cultivation realm who had surpassed the spirit casting period!

"You must promise me one condition!"

Jian Qingyu said lightly.

"Is this a threat?"

Jian Qingluo smiled, with a sneer on his face, his expression was already proud, not at all like a loser.

"Yes!"

Jian Qingyu nodded, his expression was cold, his eyes flickered even colder, and he said in a deep voice: "If you don't agree, even if you die together, I will kill you first!"

Jian Qingluo frowned slightly, his face was slightly cold, a sneer appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "Tell me about it!"

"Whether I live or die this time, you must leave the continent immediately and go to the cultivation realm!"

Jian Qingyu said lightly: "Your ambitions should be over!"

Jian Qingluo looked at Jian Qingyu coldly, and Jian Qingyu also looked at him lightly, without the slightest intention of flinching.

"Brother Qingyu, be careful!"

Just when Jian Qingyu and Jian Qingluo were confronting each other, not far away, Lin Qiongling's exclamation suddenly sounded.

Jian Qingyu's face changed, and he had already sensed a cold killing intent attacking, and when he quickly turned his head to look, the sword blade was already approaching, stabbing straight into his heart.

Blood splashed, and the white-clothed figure that suddenly appeared in front of him suddenly appeared with a piece of red blood, which made Jian Qingyu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and there was an inexplicable pain in his heart!

"Qingyang!"

Jian Qingyu's complexion changed drastically, and he hurriedly held the white figure that fell down in front of him, looking at the face with a deep memory, his heart hurt even more.

"Yang'er!"

Yun Su'er's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and there was no trace of blood on the cold ice sword in her hand, but her body couldn't help but tremble, staring at Yun Qingyang in disbelief as if her body had condensed a layer of frost, and said in a trembling voice: "Why are you doing this?"

"Why are you blocking this sword for me!"

Jian Qingyu tightly hugged Yun Qingyang, who was cold in his arms, and tears appeared again in his eyes that he thought he would not cry for her again.

"I ...... I'm sorry...... You!"

Yun Qingyang's voice was weak, but there was a gentle smile on his face, just as gentle as when he promised each other.

"From the beginning...... Eventual ...... I...... Love's ...... Always...... It's all you, but ......"

Yun Qingyang's eyes had begun to close gradually, but she still tried her best to keep them open, as if she wanted to take one last look at Jian Qingyu.

"I know!"

Jian Qingyu's nose was sour, and the resentment of eleven years seemed to disappear in an instant, and he hurriedly said: "Children of the family, never help themselves!"

"If so...... Come...... Raw ......"

A faint smile appeared on Yun Qingyang's face, and before the words fell, his eyes were slowly closed.

"Yang'er!"

Yun Su'er let out a sad cry, her eyes suddenly looked at Jian Qingyu, her face showed a touch of madness, and she shouted: "Jian Qingyu, it's all your fault! Why did you show up! Why didn't you die early!"

The sword light flashed, and the cold ice sword exuded a fierce cold aura, and flew towards the center of Jian Qingyu's eyebrows again!

Jian Qingyu suddenly raised his head, the tears in his eyes had already evaporated, his face was cold, his left hand reached out, and his two fingers firmly clamped the cold ice sword!

"Bang!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Yun Su'er's cold ice sword was instantly broken by the sword Qingyu, and the force of the countershock shook Yun Su'er back and forth.

A cold glint flashed in Jian Qingyu's eyes, and the half-cut cold ice sword blade in his left hand had already flown towards Yun Su'er.

"Father!"

"Father!"

Jian Qingluo and Jian Qingluo exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly dodged to Jian Zhen's side in front of Yun Su'er.

Just now, the half-cut blade that Jian Qingyu flew towards Yun Su'er was actually blocked by Jian Zhen.

"You...... Why are you ......?"

Yun Su'er's face was full of surprise and sadness, and she held Jian Zhen in her arms and said sadly.

"It's my blessing to die for you!"

Jian Zhen's face showed a touch of gentleness that he had never seen before, and it was no longer like the appearance of the heroes of the past side.

"I've been deeply in love with you since I first met you forty-three years ago!"

Blood continued to gush out of the sword in the air, but a faint smile appeared on his face, he gasped heavily, and said slowly: "Over the years, I have worked hard to win the position of the head of the sword family, and then set a goal of unifying Kyushu, just to be able to get close to you and become a person you can rely on!"

"You!"

Yun Su'er's face showed a look of shock, and then instantly turned into endless grief, and said in a trembling voice: "Why are you so stupid!"

"I ...... Not stupid...... I've never ...... All...... No...... Silly ......"

Jian Zhenxuan still had a happy smile on his face, but his voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes slowly closed.

"You're not stupid!"

Yun Su'er caressed Jian Zhen's face with her left hand, and her face also showed a touch of gentleness that she had never seen before, and smiled: "In the past thirty years, I have gradually fallen in love with you!"

The half of the cold ice sword in Yun Su'er's hand had quietly pierced into her own body at some point, blood slowly gushed out of her mouth, her voice gradually weakened, and her head was slowly buried in Jian Zhen's chest.