Spiritual power does not want money to pour into the Amber Thunder Sword, he has done his best to catalyze the speed to the maximum, the strong wind is "sizzling" next to his ears, like a knife like a blade, if he doesn't have the aura to protect the body, I'm afraid that just this strong wind is enough to tear the body apart. Under the soles of his feet, rows of Qionglou Yuyu quickly retreated......

A full moon hung high in the air, and the five of them flew past under the end of the full moon like a swarm of bats, and Lin Xuanqing and Lin Shurong were the head bats.

Suddenly, Lin Xuanqing was keenly aware that a strong wind was coming from diagonally behind. He snorted slightly, flicked his wrist, and the black silk rope was instantly entangled.

"Click!"

Under the force of the black silk rope, only a crisp sound was heard, which was actually the sound of the spirit sword breaking.

"Boy, you've been fooled, hahaha!"

At this time, a long-bearded man came in the air, carrying a wooden sword behind his back and a spirit sword in his hand, but it was only broken in half.

But instead of retreating, he laughed wildly, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Xuanqing's figure paused, he pointed at the sky and shouted: "Masang Divine Sword, out of the body!"

Airplanes~~

The whole air trembled, and the wooden sword turned into a piercing green mang, rising to the sky, and after reaching a height of more than ten zhang, it suddenly transformed, and it directly transformed into seven or eight identical wooden swords, each of which was dazzling with green light, and the sword roared like a dragon, forming a plum blossom sword array, rolling towards Lin Xuanqing.

Eight wooden swords blocked the eight directions, trapping Lin Xuanqing in the middle, but those wooden swords were not stationary, but changing positions every moment.

Speed, too fast.

Lin Xuanqing's heart sank to the bottom, he was still too careless, if he didn't defend against that sword just now, but continued to rush forward, it was a big deal to be pierced in the shoulder, maybe he could escape. But it was such a small mistake that made him miss the opportunity and fall into passivity.

"It's not good, I didn't have time to say it just now, this person is the old Fang Gon of the fourth clan of the Fang family, and he is the best at sword formation skills. Especially his Masang Sword Formation, which is extremely powerful, is said to be able to shake the ninth-layer powerhouse of the Cloud Qi Technique without falling behind. Lin Shurong's voice trembled slightly, and she looked at the sword array in horror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. Although Lin Xuanqing didn't look at her face, he could hear the panic in her heart from her voice, and said in a low tone.

Although it was just this short sentence, Lin Shurong suddenly felt extremely relieved, and those fearful feelings disappeared in an instant.

In this world, if there is one person worthy of her trust, I am afraid that he is the only one.

After ten years of waiting and anticipation, the three words "Lin Xuanqing" have become a special symbol in her heart, the source of all her strength.

"Just a sword formation, what are you afraid of, see me destroy this formation. Lin Xuanqing's eyes flashed, and as soon as he inhaled his palm, the black silk rope was taken back into the storage bag. Then, with a flash of inspiration under his feet, the amber thunder sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and after a pause, he slashed towards the wooden sword in front of him.

Thundered......

For a while, the sword light was vertical and horizontal, accompanied by bursts of thunder, and when Lin Xuanqing was carrying a person on his back, he was still fearless of death, smashing the sword rays one after another.

"Masang Excalibur, He!"

Fang Gon never expected that the other party, a mere sixth-layer cloud qi technique, actually had such terrifying combat power, and in the face of its sword formation, he dared to rush left and right, and almost broke out of the encirclement of the sword array. He gritted his teeth, and could no longer care about holding his hand, and quickly formed a magic trick with both hands, and slammed it forward......

The surrounding swords suddenly retreated, and even those who rushed towards Lin Xuanqing immediately turned around, and finally got into a wooden sword. All the news about the wooden swords around him was only one Masang Divine Sword left, but this sword was a little darker than just now.

"Kill!"

Lin Xuanqing felt the strong threat coming from this sword, and his heart was full of murderous intent, but instead of dodging, he rose to the challenge and slashed out a sword.

This sword slashed down, almost instantly draining more than half of his spiritual power.

He knew that at this point, there was no way back. As long as there is a little retreat in his heart, the next moment will greet him is the abyss of death.

He had no choice!

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded in the air, and a two-story attic below was instantly razed to the ground, and the houses within a radius of nearly ten miles were all shaken and their walls cracked.

Where have those residents of Zhuoguang County seen this kind of "immortal battle", one by one they hid under the bed in horror, or secretly prayed, or trembled, or fainted directly...... Even the guards of Zhuoguang County were silent like cicadas, let alone speak out to stop them.

After a stick of incense, the shock wave formed by the explosion gradually subsided.

In the ruins, Lin Xuanshan knelt on his knees, the clothes on his chest were completely destroyed, inch by inch of skin was shattered, and blood splattered out, staining the earth red.

Although he tried his best to break through Fang Gon's sword formation, the wounds he suffered were also terrifying, and almost half of his body became numb, and he didn't have the strength to stand up.

But even in this case, he still carried Lin Shurong on his back. Lin Shurong raised her hand and gently and carefully wiped the sweat beads on his face with a brocade handkerchief.

In mid-air in front of Lin Xuanqing, the other two Fang family elders had already arrived, and the powerful cultivation of the ninth and eighth layers of the Cloud Qi Jue was fully revealed, and the momentum released locked Lin Xuanqing from afar, as if as long as he moved slightly, the two of them would launch a fatal blow.

"Big brother, let me help the fourth child and solve this kid. The old Fang Xingchen of the three clans laughed fiercely, and was about to make a move, but he was stopped by the old Fang Kun of the big clan.

"Eventful," Fang Kun's eyes were grim, he glanced at Fang Xingchen, and snorted, "Dealing with a mere sixth-layer cloud qi technique, nearly half of our family's elders poured out of the nest, aren't you ashamed? ”

"This ...... Be. The old Fang Xingchen of the three clans blushed and retreated.

Under the gaze of the two of them, a burly figure in the ruins gradually stood up, it was the old Fang Gon of the four clans. At this moment, he was covered in dust, his hair was scattered, and his eyes were red, like a lion on the verge of a rampage. He was actually injured, by a monk who was two levels lower than himself, even if it only hurt the epidermis, it was a great shame. He had to kill the son with his own hands to wash away the humiliation.

"Boy, the old man has to admit that you are indeed very strong, much stronger than the vast majority of cultivators of the same level, and you are worthy of being a genius cultivated by the Ancient Sword Sect. But even so, you must die today. Fang Gon walked towards Lin Xuanqing, the Sang Ma Divine Sword drooped slightly, and a little blood rolled down from the tip of the sword.

"Since you know that I am a disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect, you still dare to kill me, aren't you afraid of the crazy revenge of my Ancient Sword Sect?" Lin Xuanqing took a deep breath, forcibly endured the discomfort of his body, and asked word by word.

"Hahaha," Fang Gon looked up and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and then suddenly stopped laughing and said fiercely, "It's okay for you to fool others, but if you lie to me, you can't." The Ancient Sword Sect is divided into blue-clothed disciples, Tsing-clothed disciples and purple-clothed cave masters, you are a mere blue-clothed disciple, even if you die outside, I am afraid it will not attract the attention of the real high-level in the door, the big deal is to send a Tsing Yi disciple from the Yunhai period to investigate. What is our family afraid of?"

Hearing these words, a terrifying thought suddenly flashed in Lin Xuanqing's mind.

This Fang Gon was so clear about the division of strength within the Ancient Sword Sect, how could it be? You must know that this Fang family is just a semi-hidden family, and it stands to reason that it is impossible for him to have deep contact with an immortal cultivation sect like the Ancient Sword Sect. Unless, there is some kind of complicated relationship between them and the Ancient Sword Sect that is not known to outsiders.

Thinking about it again, ten years ago, the Lin family collapsed, and this Fang family was also involved, and the Lin family and Lin Dongfang had a close relationship......

A hint of conspiracy began to linger in Lin Xuanqing's heart.