The faint blue light slowly dissipated, and the figure that was revealed was none other than Huo Jiang, the last of the three saints of Jinhu Island!

"Second brother!"

Dang Qianjin hurriedly called aloud: "Come here!"

"Big brother, third sister, you're all out!"

Huo Jiang looked at Dang Qianjin and Yiting happily, but he felt that their faces were a little abnormal, and the atmosphere in this hall was also a little strange, so he couldn't help but turn his head to look. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Sword Qingyu!"

Huo Jiang's body trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help but pause, and his face instantly became unsightly.

"Second brother!"

"Second brother!"

Dang Qianjin and Yiting hurriedly dodged to Huo Jiang's side, looking at Jian Qingyu vigilantly.

"Now that you're here, let's shoot!"

Jian Qingyu's gaze swept over the three saints of Jinhu Island, and he slowly pulled out the Heavenly Fall Divine Sword, and said in a deep voice.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

Huo Jiang and Yiting's faces changed slightly, and they turned their heads to look at Dang Qianjin.

Dang Qianjin stared at Jian Qingyu tightly, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "Senior Qingyu's breath is unstable at the moment, presumably the injury is not light, so why force it!"

"Now that we are in the pagoda, even if our predecessors take our lives, we will resist desperately, and I am afraid that this opportunity will also be lost with our predecessors!"

Huo Jiang and Yiting couldn't help but be slightly stunned, looked at Dang Qianjin, and quickly turned their heads to look at Jian Qingyu, and sure enough, they found that although Jian Qingyu's sword intent was high now, his face was extremely pale, and his aura around him was strong and weak, and it fluctuated.

"Oh?"

Jian Qingyu raised her eyebrows and sneered, "It's up to you?"

Although his strength has declined, with his magical means, with the strength of the three of them, he will still not be his opponent!

Dang Qianjin's brows slowly furrowed, his right hand flipped over, and a huge long-handled mace appeared in his hand, and the aura around his body also rose rapidly!

"A high-grade spiritual weapon?"

Jian Qingyu's gaze fell on the long-handled mace in Dang Qianjin's hand, and then looked at the dark green long sword in Huo Jiang's hand, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Just these high-grade spiritual weapons?"

Jian Qingyu sneered: "How much power can you exert with a top-grade spiritual weapon?"

Jian Qingyu has always believed that the magic weapon is just a foreign object, and if the strength is not good, even if it is an immortal weapon in hand, it will not be able to exert its power.

Although the Skyfall Divine Sword is also a high-grade spiritual weapon, Jian Qingyu still does not dare to say that he can fully exert its power, so even if there is an immortal weapon in front of him, Jian Qingyu is not greedy.

However, in the cultivation realm, hundreds of schools of thought are contending, and all kinds of magic weapons and methods are emerging in an endless stream, holding high-grade magic weapons, and in the battle at the same level, it does have a slight advantage.

Gradually, many monks became more and more focused on external objects and Dharma treasures in addition to their penances, so much so that some of them had unknowingly gone astray!

This is the case of the three saints of Jinhu Island, among the six stone chambers of "Instrument, Array, Dan, Gong, Treasure, and Treasure", they actually chose the instrument room to seek high-grade spiritual weapons to quickly enhance their strength.

But they never thought that with their cultivation in the middle stage of immortality, even if they were high-grade spiritual weapons in their hands, the power they exerted was limited, and they would never be the opponents of Jian Qingyu and the others!

"Humph!"

For Jian Qingyu's contempt, the three saints of Jinhu Island were furious, and Dang Qianjin shouted: "Do it!"

The terrifying aura completely exploded, and the war was about to break out, and the party was already holding a mace in his hand and striding forward!

"Buzz!"

The crisp voice suddenly sounded, and Yi Ting had already pulled out the water cloud hairpin on her bun and threw it into the air above the sword Qingyu.

The water cloud hairpin was suspended above Jian Qingyu's head, and a blue light shield spread, enveloping most of the main hall.

Jian Qingyu's brows furrowed slightly, and he clearly felt that as the blue light shrouded down, there seemed to be an invisible force around him, and his body seemed to have become much heavier.

As soon as the thought in his heart rose, Huo Jiang's dark green flying sword had already turned into a sword light, flying out, and the speed was so fast that it was already comparable to the speed of a master in the late stage of the Immortal Realm!

Jian Qingyu hurriedly swung his sword to block, but he felt that his arm was restrained by an invisible force, as if he was in a rapidly flowing water.

"Bell!"

"Whew!"

Jian Qingyu's body was full of blood-colored light, and he suddenly exerted his strength, barely swinging away the dark green long sword, and Dang Qianjin was already holding a long-handled mace and smashing it fiercely.

The strong wind pressed rapidly, and the restraining power around Jian Qingyu's body suddenly changed, and the rapidly flowing water seemed to turn into a whirlpool.

"Bang!"

Seeing that it was too late to resist, Jian Qingyu hurriedly dodged sideways, but his left shoulder was still heavily smashed on the shoulder by the long-handled mace.

"Click!"

A crisp bone cracking sound sounded, Jian Qingyu's left shoulder was almost deformed by this blow, his left arm hung weakly, and his whole person couldn't help vomiting blood and throwing it out.

"Hahaha! He is really not lightly injured, and his strength has been greatly damaged!"

Seeing this, Huo Jiang laughed loudly in surprise, pinched the sword finger in his hand, and the sword flew towards the sword Qingyu again.

"This is a very rare opportunity!"

Yi Ting also smiled, and controlled the water cloud hairpin to fly above Jian Qingyu's head again.

"Don't be careless, fight quickly!"

Dang Qianjin nodded slightly, rushed to Jian Qingyu again, and said in a deep voice: "If that Meilin arrives, we will be in trouble!"

"Big brother, don't worry!

Huo Jiang said, the sword fingers of both hands changed, and the dark green flying sword instantly staggered, split into seven, and flew towards the sword Qingyu.

With the feeling of being trapped in the whirlpool of the quagmire now, it is already difficult to resist a flying sword, let alone seven!

Seven flying swords flew out, directly taking Jian Qingyu's eyebrows, throat, left and right chest, abdomen, dantian and knees, even if Jian Qingyu had three heads and six arms, it might not be able to take it.

The sword Qingyu naturally has no three heads, no six arms, and even no sword block!

A golden light emerged from its body, turning into a golden lotus seat, suspended at the feet of Jian Qingyu, and the golden light shrouded Jian Qingyu's body, and the invisible binding force instantly dissipated.

"Bell ......"

Seven sword lights bombarded the golden light shield, causing the golden light mask to fluctuate violently, the blood-colored light dimmed, and the face of the sword green jade became more and more pale.

On Jian Qingyu's left shoulder, the shoulder shrouded in a rich blood-colored light gradually dissipated, and the broken and deformed left shoulder was slowly repaired.

Moving his left arm slightly, Jian Qingyu did not look at the dark green flying sword that became one and stabbed again, nor did he look at the long-handled mace that rushed and had been smashed again, but slowly raised his head and looked at the water cloud hairpin above his head!

After all, he is only a master of the Yuan Shen Realm, and the binding force of this water cloud hairpin is very oppressive to himself, if he wants to crack the cooperation of the three of them, he needs to break this water cloud hairpin first!

"Shura Blood Technique!"

With a flick of Jian Qingyu's left hand, a drop of golden Shura blood emerged, turning into a strange golden rune, and flew towards the water cloud hairpin quickly.

The blue light shrouded in the water cloud hairpin and the invisible binding force below it did not seem to have the slightest effect on the strange golden rune, and in the blink of an eye, the golden rune passed through the obstacles and sank into it.

The golden light disappeared without a trace, replaced by blood-colored light, and the blood-colored light and blue light that shrouded the water cloud hairpin continued to change, making the water cloud hairpin tremble violently, and the blue light cover that enveloped half of the hall also quickly shrank, submerging into the water cloud hairpin.

However, as the blue light mask shrank, what didn't enter the water cloud hairpin was the Shura blood that Jian Qingyu spit out before.

After the blue light mask disappeared, the blood-colored light around the water cloud hairpin quickly rose, almost suppressing the blue light at an unstoppable speed.

The dark green flying sword and the long-handled mace attacked together, a sneer appeared on Jian Qingyu's face, and with a movement of his heart, the golden light shield disappeared in an instant, and the golden lotus seat also turned into a series of Shura divine patterns, submerged into the body!

"Bell!"

"Bang!"

Jian Qingyu instantly swung away the dark green flying sword, shaking off the party's mace.

"Third sister, what happened?"

Dang Qianjin's complexion changed greatly, and he quickly retreated with the help of his strength, and asked urgently.

"I don't know!"

Yi Ting was already pale, and beads of sweat were already appearing on her forehead, and she said anxiously: "I don't know, I seem to have lost contact with Shui Yun Hairpin!"

"How so?"

Dang Qianjin's face also became more and more pale.

"It's that blood-colored light! It must be that blood-colored light that cuts off the connection between Shui Yunjian and the third sister!"

Huo Jiang said in a trembling voice.

As soon as the words fell, Jian Qingyu smiled coldly, his left hand reached out, his palm was facing the sky, and the water cloud hairpin shrouded in blood-colored light actually fell slowly and landed in Jian Qingyu's palm.