The soldiers in the square all involuntarily retreated, and there seemed to be an invisible oppressive force in the air, squeezing everyone outward, making it impossible to gain a foothold in the center of the square. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Shengxue stood beside Yue Mingxin, looked at Jiang Jianqiu and Eight Thousand Men who were facing each other in the field, and whispered, "That person is not an ordinary Jindan Realm cultivator, it is difficult for Senior Brother to take his sword. ”

Yue Mingxin nodded slightly, and said softly, "Yes, but I choose to believe Brother Jiang." ”

Ling Shengxue's body shook slightly when she heard this, at the critical moment, she still couldn't believe her senior brother? She glanced at Yue Mingxin, as bright as the sun, everyone around her would feel a little ashamed, how could there be such a perfect person in the world?

"The Eight Thousand Men you said in a few words gave up the capture, it's even more powerful than the Soul Manipulation Technique......" Ling Shengxue whispered.

A smile flashed on Yue Mingxin's face, and he said, "It's not a soul manipulation technique, it's just that I can sense his heart slightly." ”

Ling Shengxue was taken aback when she heard this, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you have to find out the other party's feelings and thoughts through contact?"

A hint of confusion flashed on Yue Mingxin's face, and she whispered, "Recently, my psychic talent and strength seem to have strengthened a lot......"

Jiang Jianqiu was in the middle of the square at the moment, naturally he couldn't hear the conversation between Ling Shengxue and Yue Mingxin behind him, and he didn't have time to look around at this moment, although the eight thousand people on the opposite side only stretched out a thumb, but the pressure on him was already overwhelming!

Jiang Jianqiu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, sweat running down his forehead. Eight thousand feet just stood on the opposite side so casually, but he felt that he was facing a huge volcano, and it was about to erupt at any moment with a terrifying force that would destroy the world and destroy the world!

Jiang Jianqiu knew that he must not spare the slightest hand at this moment, his heart moved at will, and a dim yellow light lit up from his body, and in an instant, it was all over the surrounding area.

Desolate Realm! Jiang Jianqiu's current Desolate Realm can finally spread into a small space around him, although it is only a three-zhang range, it is enough to deal with ordinary attacks!

Then an extremely bright golden light rose from the fire sword, like the rising sun, illuminating the entire square with a yellow-orange color!

Eight Thousand Blade's expression changed, his face was full of shock, and he said in surprise: "You are actually the person who inherits the sword intent!"

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and after the laughter stopped, he looked at Jiang Jianqiu and said: "In the past, when I condensed the golden pill, the Japanese emperor was dead, and it was my lifelong regret that I could not fight him.

A more surging battle intent than before suddenly surged out from the eight thousand dogs, and the soldiers around them retreated one after another, and some people sat down on the ground with weak legs, and the huge battle intent was like a storm, sweeping the entire square in an instant!

Yue Mingxin's face changed in the rear, and he whispered: "Oh no, he has to use all his strength, Brother Jiang is in danger!"

Ling Shengxue's left hand moved, and the white Void Breaking Knife had appeared in her palm, and at the same time, her right hand shook slightly, and a little crystal light on her fingertips was condensed, it was the Infinite Golden Light!

Just when Ling Shengxue was about to make a move to help Jiang Jianqiu, the two people facing each other in the field suddenly started at the same time! At that moment, everyone in the square had a flower in front of them, and no one could see Jiang Jianqiu and Eight Thousand Gang clearly, even Ling Shengxue only barely saw the two figures merge and separate, and in the blink of an eye, Eight Thousand Gang and Jiang Jianqiu had switched places!

When the two people intersected, they didn't even make the sound of sword and blade fighting, and Eight Thousand Yen was standing in the middle of the field at the moment, but there was a faint look of disappointment on his face, and he frowned and said in a deep voice: "The momentum is good, but it's a pity that the sword skills are too poor and boring!"

With a bang, the fire sword fell to the ground, and then a blood spring splashed up, Jiang Jianqiu's knees weakened, and he fell to his knees on the square!

Yue Mingxin and Ling Shengxue were both shocked and were about to rush forward, but Jiang Jianqiu suddenly stretched out a hand and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Don't come here, it's not over yet!"

Then he grabbed the Lihuo Sword, staggered up from the ground, turned around, covered in blood but couldn't hide his high fighting intent, the pale Lihuo Sword blade pointed at the eight thousand swords, "I'm not dead yet, go on!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Eight Thousand Eyes' face, and he turned to look at Jiang Jianqiu, "Dodged the fatal blow...... What a keen sense!"

Eight thousand people suddenly laughed wildly, laughed and said, "You kid is really a little special, it's worth looking forward to!" He reached out and took out a book from his arms, threw it in front of Jiang Jianqiu, and said loudly: "Go back and practice hard, next time I hope you will give me a satisfactory fight!"

"Since you have taken my sword today, I will not ask about this matter again, and the next time we meet, I hope you can surprise me again!"

When the words fell, the figure of eight thousand people rose into the sky, and it was actually in the sky!

Jiang Jianqiu stopped his crumbling figure, looked at the book on the ground, and saw four big characters on the cover:

"Kenshin Tongming"

Yue Mingxin and Ling Sheng Xue Yue Ling'er rushed over and held Jiang Jianqiu, and with a wave of Yue Mingxin's hand, a large piece of snow silk condensed from the void, densely wrapped around the wound on Jiang Jianqiu's chest, stopping his blood loss.

"I'm fine. Jiang Jianqiu waved his hand, lowered his body and picked up the book from the ground and put it in his arms, this eight thousand people were really a strange person, and he actually left a secret book for himself, so that he could have a stronger performance when he fought him next time!

Since you give it, I will accept it, I hope that the next time we meet, you will not regret it! Jiang Jianqiu felt the tearing pain of the **** sword wound, and couldn't help grinning, it was really a line between life and death just now!

"Let's go quickly!" Jiang Jianqiu grinned, Yue Mingxin and Ling Shengxue nodded, and helped him to walk out of the square, the surrounding sergeants were also a little dazed for a while, and the eight thousand people who led the team left suddenly, and these people also became headless flies, and they didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of them.

"You can't go yet. Suddenly, an old voice sounded from the front, Jiang Jianqiu, Ling Shengxue and the others were stunned, and when they looked up, they saw a white-haired old man standing opposite, blocking their way.

This old man has a sad face and a tall figure, and he is the strategist beside him, Wen Jingru!

Ling Shengxue's left hand moved slightly, a white light flashed from the void, and the Void Breaking Knife suddenly appeared in front of the old man and slashed towards the door in front of him!

Wen Jingru looked at the oncoming Void Breaking Knife, his expression did not move at all, and the sword light flashed through his head!

Ling Shengxue was startled, and was about to strike again, Wen Jingru waved his hand, and a piece of darkness flew out of his sleeve, this dark curtain came from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, Ling Shengxue, Jiang Jianqiu and the others only felt that it was dark in front of them, and there was no longer a trace of light!

The old man's voice became ethereal, as if it came from far away:

"Little Black Sky Seal. (To be continued.) )