The wind was howling and the snow was flying all over the sky, Mo Jinyan was still laughing, but at this moment, he felt the surging killing machine from behind, he slowly turned around, looked at Xiao Chen, who had already stood up from the snow, and looked at the Qiushui Sword in the other party's hand, but a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Many people in the distance exclaimed: "Qiushui Sword! Qiushui Sword of Qianyumen! Qiushui Sword that is now ranked third in the Divine Soldier Spectrum!"

Suddenly, the crowd shouted loudly, and the three teenagers in the distance wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes and shouted, "Come on, Brother Chen!"

At this moment, Xiao Chen held the Qiushui Sword in his hand, pointing obliquely at the ground, the tip of the sword was uncertain, the hair on the back of his shoulders was fluttering, and although the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood, his eyes had become very fierce and terrifying.

A smile also hung on the corner of Su Yue's mouth: "It is really unexpected that Qianyumen Xiaoyue would lend him the Qiushui Sword." Next to him, Su Ying was still holding her hands behind her back, and her face looked a little more relaxed, and she was silent.

Dusty Feihua shook the folding fan lightly, and said with a smile: "With Nanming Lihuo Sword, he has to be handsome and strong, which is really in line with his temperament." ”

Yi Tong smiled: "No, no, didn't Brother Xiao say it last night? Last time, the Fire Sword was only borrowed from the array spirit, not Brother Xiao's, and this time it was naturally not allowed to be used without prior consent." ”

Zi Yun'er was also a lot more relaxed at the moment, and said with a smile: "That's very far from the evil stinking fart, even more stinky than the night." ”

Qingluan still locked her eyebrows deeply, looked at Xiaoyue in the distance, and saw Xiaoyue standing under a tree, her green clothes fluttering, her face like water, no waves, she was still a little puzzled in her heart.

On the platform, Xiao Chen's momentum became stronger and stronger, his clothes were blown by the wind, and Chu Lingjiao had secretly pinched a cold sweat below, if Mo Jinyan was defeated this time, she would hand over the fourth volume of the Heartless Heart Method, and it would be a small matter to hand it over, anyway, she had memorized it all, but she must not let the emperor get it.

Mo Jinyan looked at the Qiushui Sword in Xiao Chen's hand and sneered: "The third-ranked Qiushui Sword is indeed above my Northern Spiritual Sword, but don't forget, I have been cultivating with the Northern Spiritual Sword for more than ten years, and I have already had a sword heart, but what about you? Do you think that you can win my Northern Spiritual Sword by borrowing a sword temporarily!"

"Yes, then you can try it......" Xiao Chen's voice was very low, and he slowly raised the arm holding the Qiushui Sword, and suddenly the wind howled, rolling up the snow, as if the immortal power of the entire heaven and earth had been gathered at this moment, and this powerful ancient immortal power made everyone feel suffocated.

Mo Jinyan also felt this surging ancient immortal power in an instant, his eyes became more and more fierce, and he suddenly shouted: "Northern Immortal Sword!"

"Huh!" The Northern Shadow Sword slashed towards Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen also raised his sword and swept it, and the Qiushui Sword was also like a hundred zhang long, colliding with the Northern Darkness Sword.

"Bell!" There was a loud bang, which shook everyone's eardrums, and they saw that a thousand layers of snow were stirred up in the flat ground, but this time, the Northern Darkness Xuanbing Sword was blocked back, and Xiao Chen held the Qiushui Sword in his hand, and he didn't even take a step back.

Mo Jinyan caught the Northern Darkness Sword that flew back, kept retreating, and after standing firm, he gritted his teeth and said, "How is it possible!" Nian Ba directly rushed towards Xiao Chen with his sword.

"Bell!" The two confronted each other with swords, the sparks burst out at the blade of the sword, the long hair fluttering behind the shoulders of both of them, Mo Jinyan's eyes were fierce: "You just borrowed the sword of Qianyumen, even if you win today, what if you win me, not to mention that you can't win at all!" After drinking and pushing forward, Xiao Chen immediately felt his arms sink and took a few steps back.

"Hehe!" Mo Jinyan had a sneer on his face and said sharply: "No matter how hard you work, what will it be? You poor worms with no background and no family background will not be trampled under the feet of others in the end! You will never have a day to turn over! What's the use of you struggling!"

Xiao Chen's eyes also became sharp: "It is precisely because I have no background and no family background that I have to work ten times more than others, you know what!" After drinking, he suddenly punched Mo Jinyan in the abdomen, and with a loud bang, he directly knocked Mo Jinyan more than ten zhang high.

"Oh!" the crowd exclaimed, today is clearly about swords, how can you use your fists and feet so roughly?

Without waiting for Mo Jinyan to stand firm in mid-air, Xiao Chen rushed forward in another instant, and at this moment, Xiao Chen's whole body seemed to be burning with a raging flame, and he said sharply: "If everyone in the world who has no family background thinks like you, then what else is he cultivating, and what is he living for!" After drinking, he kicked Mo Jinyan in the abdomen again.

"Boom!"

This kick was even more powerful, directly kicking Mo Jinyan dozens of feet away, smashing it into the snow, and the white-eyed people under the platform finally frowned.

"Hehe!" Mo Jinyan stood up from the snow, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Xiao Chen in the sky, and sneered: "You work ten times harder, is it just a little ability......

After speaking, he suddenly saw him leap forward, plunged into the air, wiped his fingers on the blade of the Northern Underworld Sword, and shouted: "Sacrifice the sword with blood!"

In an instant, the blood dyed the Northern Immortal Sword blue-red, and the Yuan Force was surging above the sky, and everyone below gasped.

But its backlash is also very serious, so even if it is a person in the demon path, he is also cautious about this method, if he can escape from the enemy, then he would rather run away than easily use this method.

Below the platform, Chu Lingjiao and several Mo family disciples all looked frightened, Mo Jinyan was really desperate, only to see that his eyes were getting redder and redder, and his whole body, together with the Northern Underworld Sword, also rose up and down with blood-red treacherous rays.

The wind was howling, Wuyue was trembling, and Mo Jinyan suddenly shouted: "Northern Spiritual Sword!"

Suddenly, Wuyue shook, and the Northern Immortal Sword let out a sharp roar, instantly turning into a huge blue bird and rushing towards Xiao Chen, at this time, the blue bird had been amplified more than twice, its eyes were red, and it looked extremely terrifying, at this moment, the entire mountain peak was trembling, and the huge Xuan Power fluctuations directly lifted the ground power into the air.

Everyone was discolored, and the older generation immediately propped up the defensive enchantment, this sword already had the strength of the Mahayana realm, and even the Baimei Sanren gasped, to be honest, even he couldn't resist this sword. This sword does have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, and it can definitely destroy Xiao Chen's form in an instant!

In the distance, Huangfu Xin'er's face changed miserably, the three teenagers were dumbfounded, the ten fingers of the ghost fairy were clenched, the dusty non-flower and the bright pupil were all frowned, and the dark fragrance floated twelve figures and rushed towards the sky as soon as they moved, but they were shocked back by the power of the powerful Northern Immortal Sword.

At this moment, everyone looked at Xiao Chen, but they saw Xiao Chen glance at the Qiushui Sword with a gloomy expression, and then threw the Qiushui Sword lightly and closed his eyes.

Everyone was shocked, what was he doing now! However, he only heard a leisurely voice sounding in the heavens and the earth, the voice was sad and moving, lingering and compassionate, and it made people some can't help but burst into tears, as if there was only this one voice left in the heavens and the earth, only the man who closed his eyes and sang slowly in the sky.

"Thinking of the past, the wind and the waning moon, the dream is like yesterday, how can I hate it for a long time, only Qingqiu is cold......"

When the last word "fall" fell, a tear fell from the corner of the man's eye, this moment seemed to time to become slow, as if time had stopped, as if time had returned to thousands of years ago, at this moment, everything in heaven and earth was discolored, and it became a black and white silent film, only the tears fell towards the Qiushui Sword, and what was reflected in the tears was the four small characters on the Qiushui Sword - Ni Shang and Yichen.

"Drip-" The tears finally fell on the Qiushui Sword, and there was a clear sound that everyone could hear, and that sound seemed to be heartbreaking.

"Qiushui - ruthless!" Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, and the Qiushui Sword suddenly increased in whiteness, and after a roar, it was like a thousand zhang long mangs rushing towards the Northern Immortal Sword.

Suddenly the heaven and the earth were discolored, the entire heaven and earth were agitated, the wind was fierce, the snow was flying all over the sky, and the Qiushui Sword made a whistling again, but this whistle was not a sword sound, but a phoenix sound, only to see the Qiushui Sword suddenly turned into a snow-white feathered ancient bird, and the phoenix tail fluttered, like soaring clouds.

Everyone below exclaimed: "Sword Spirit! It's the Sword Spirit of the Qiushui Sword!"

Xiaoyue's whole body was shocked, she instantly held her breath, her eyes widened, as if she had seen something most incredible, although the Qiushui Sword had been inherited in the Qianyu Gate for thousands of years, but except for the ancestor Qianyu Nishang, no one could summon the sword spirit, why could Xiao Chen actually summon the sword spirit!

Bai Luan roared again, her eyes, like the eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world, stared at the Northern Stygian Blue Bird rushing towards her, fluttered her wings, and rushed over.

"Boom!"

High in the sky, it seemed to arouse a thousand layers of force, and the clouds were scattered, and the entire Wuyue Peak trembled violently, as if it was about to collapse.

The Northern Stygian Blue Bird let out a sharp whistle, which sounded heartbreaking, and Mo Jinyan's face was bruised, urging the true yuan of his whole body, trying his best to support the Northern Stygian Xuan Ice Sword. However, Bai Luan hit the Northern Blue Bird again, and this time, it directly knocked the Northern Blue Bird into smoke.

"Zheng!" With a crisp sound, the Northern Darkness Xuan Ice Sword broke into two under the attack of the Qiushui Sword, and Mo Jinyan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards violently, leaving a long blood flower trail in midair.

"Bang!" With a deep sound, Mo Jinyan slammed into the snow, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Xiao Chen in mid-air unwillingly, but he couldn't even speak.

The entire mountain top was quiet, no one spoke, the Northern Immortal Sword was destroyed, the sword spirit was severely damaged, and Mo Jinyan also used the blood sacrifice sword, but I am afraid that it is already half useless.

Xiao Chen fell back to the ground, holding the Qiushui Sword, and walked towards Mo Jinyan lying in the snow step by step, at this moment his eyes were very cold, like two unsheathed mangs, and a silent killing intent was also revealed little by little.

He must get rid of this person, because Chu Lingjiao has this person as a backer, it will inevitably be unfavorable to Huangfu's heart in the future, the cold light in his eyes is even stronger, and at this moment, Mo Jinyan really felt the killing intent in his eyes.

The white-eyed scattered man below saw Xiao Chen's killing intent, and shouted: "Little friend, stop!" However, it was too late, Xiao Chen didn't listen to what he said at all, and slashed at Mo Jinyan's neck with a sword.