After all the remaining disciples of the Liwu Sect rushed to support from Mu Yuqiu, the Xiuzhen Third Family felt that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, and their disciples were already at the end of their crossbows, and they were chased and beaten by this newly added force, and they were about to collapse at the first touch.

In mid-air, the green light shimmered, and the pink figure looked into the distance, searching for the crowd that was fighting with itself, and the eyes quickly crossed everyone's faces, and quickly moved away.

That was Lu Xiyue, who was she looking for? As she searched again and again, the black-clothed figure she was expecting still did not appear in her clear eyes.

Where are you? Lu Xiyue's heart had already shouted several times, and she felt that her whole body was beginning to become cold, because she couldn't see him, and in the sword light and sword shadows all over the mountain, could it be that he was already ......

Lu Xiyue's pink figure suddenly began to tremble, Brother Yizhi, you must not have anything to do!

Just when Lu Xiyue's heart was like ashes, on the left side of the square, a familiar voice in the crowd broke through the encirclement in front of him and reached Lu Xiyue's ears.

"Sister Xiyue, I'm here!"

The voice was so familiar, it had always echoed in her ears, but it had never been so pleasant, and it was not the same as this time.

In a trance, it seems to have been waiting for thousands of years, blocking thousands of rivers and mountains!

That black figure finally appeared in Lu Xiyue's eyes, and in an instant, the murderous battlefield, the killing crowd, everything seemed to have disappeared.

Her vision may really be too small and too small to accommodate the black-clothed figure who is charging with his fists. Nothing else.

The black-clothed young man who had not been seen for a long time, with incomparable perseverance and strength, punched like a mountain, shocking the surrounding crowd and not daring to get close.

The black clothes are fluttering, and the blood on them is terrifying!

"Brother Yizhi......" Lu Xiyue shouted, and the green jade flute roared, and the green light was like a sharp mang, piercing the entire dark sky.

The next moment, Lu Xiyue had already rushed from the sky to Lin Yizhi's approach, her eyes full of tears.

She looked at him, crying and laughing, and suddenly, sad and happy.

The group of disciples of the Third Family of Xiuzhen behind her, seeing Lu Xiyue's back to them, was ruthless in their hearts, and the five of them had already stabbed at them with their swords.

It's blazing fast!

"Little junior sister be careful!" Lin Yi exclaimed, and wanted to bully him, but the speed was already too fast, and Lin Yizhi's cultivation was too late to help.

Lu Xiyue still had too little experience in actual combat, and she didn't expect the enemy behind her to suddenly attack the killer, she saw that Lin Yizhi was so happy that she forgot to dodge.

At the last moment, she has fallen into a very dangerous situation!

Zeng Ruijin, who was barely supporting, saw this, his heart was anxious and painful, he let out a low cry, his eyes were closed, and he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

The next moment is five steps of blood splashing, yin and yang are separated!

However, at this moment, a blue figure rose into the sky, blocking in front of Lu Xiyue in an instant, and a sword appeared coldly in mid-air, and the sword qi surged out like an arc.

The blue light flickered, the sword qi was cold and slaughtered, and under one blow, the few people who suddenly killed the killer were caught off guard, and they were swept away by the blue sword qi one by one, and they were already screaming and flying upside down.

Duanmu Ningque stood coldly in front of the enemy, did not look back, his blue dress flashed, and he said coldly to the enemy in front of him: "Assassin in the dark, what kind of hero is it, if you dare to get closer, you will have no eyes!"

Those disciples of the Xiuzhen family had long known that the Cangli Divine Sword in the hands of this beautiful woman was as cold and ruthless as her temperament, and now they saw her standing there coldly, with murderous intent in her cold eyes, and they all cowered, not daring to move forward.

Lin Yizhi hurriedly pulled Lu Xiyue to his side, and then hugged his fist at Duanmu Ningque and said, "Senior Sister Duanmu, thank you very much!"

Duanmu Ningque didn't look back, and said in a cold voice: "Let's go! I'll deal with the present!"

Lu Xiyue nodded hurriedly and said, "Brother Yizhi, you hold Senior Brother Zeng, my Qingyu flute can carry two people, let's go and meet my mother first!"

However, the voice fell for a long time, and Lin Yizhi didn't answer, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Yizhi looking at Duanmu Ningque's back, motionless, thinking about something stupidly.

"Brother Yizhi, what are you stupid about!" Lu Xiyue raised her voice again.

Lin Yizhi's hand pulling Lu Xiyue suddenly let go, took two steps forward, stopped behind Duanmu Ningque, and said in a low voice: "Duanmu...... Come out with us!"

He actually called her Duanmu directly, and the word senior sister was omitted.

Duanmu Ningque was also a little surprised when he suddenly called her like this, and his heart shook slightly, but he was indifferent, and still didn't look back at him, as if he didn't notice his concern, and said coldly: "No, we all come out with our swords, they are bound to rush up, and no one will be able to leave at that time!

After saying that, the blue figure flickered, and rose into the sky again, and the sword aura of the divine sword was swirling, and he had already rushed into the crowd without looking back.

The sword light flickered, reflecting the cold back, which was engraved on Lin Yizhi's heart like a brand.

Lu Xiyue walked over and said, "Brother Yizhi, this is Sister Duanmu, if I remember correctly, she always cultivates alone in the Lanyue Pavilion, I have been to the Phantom Sorrow Peak many times, and only at night in the Phantom Sorrow Peak, I can see her figure under the pavilion in the distance. I'm here this time!"

Lanyue Pavilion ......

Lin Yizhi remained silent and silently remembered the name.

He slowly turned around and said, "Little junior sister, can you listen to me?"

Lu Xiyue nodded and said, "Of course I listened!"

After hearing this, Lin Yizhi said solemnly: "Little junior sister." Now is a critical juncture, and the senior brother is seriously injured again, so it is inconvenient for you to take the two of us to control the Qingyu flute, I mean, you take the senior brother to meet with the senior sister, and I will help Senior Sister Duanmu!"

After that, without waiting for Lu Xiyue's consent, an afterimage had already shot into the crowd in front of him, one turned around, fist shadow hunting, knocked down four or five, and joined Duanmu Ningque again.

Lu Xiyue didn't expect Lin Yizhi to act like this and wanted to go over, but Zeng Ruijin couldn't help but take care of it, so he had to stomp his feet, hold Zeng Ruijin, and shout: "Qingyu Xiao!"

For a while, the green jade flute had already floated in vain, and the pink shadow flashed, rising to the sky with Zeng Ruijin. Suddenly disappeared into mid-air.

Duanmu Ningque was swinging the Cangli Divine Sword in his hand to start a fierce battle with the surrounding crowd, the blue light lingered, and even the fighting posture was also cold and unparalleled.

The blue light is awe-inspiring. Duanmu Ningque is peerless and independent in this killing battlefield, this battlefield like Shura purgatory, because of her existence, with a little touching charm!

Vicissitudes of redness, as beautiful as a fairy!

The blue figure didn't seem to be fighting, but in this desolate battlefield, under the bloody night, dancing and unusually poignant.

Lin Yizhi rushed into this heavy encirclement desperately, with the power of the peak of the extreme realm of the Wuji Dao people, he threw two punches with all his strength, Duanmu Ningque's pressure suddenly decreased, and slowly turned his head, seeing that it was Lin Yizhi standing side by side with her, a smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth, and then he was as cold as usual, and said coldly: "It's not for you to leave, how can you ......"

Lin Yiyi fought with the two people on the side, intercepted the words, and said in a low voice: "If you don't leave, I won't leave either......"

There was not the slightest hesitation in those words, and what he said was categorical.

Duanmu Ningque suddenly sighed, and his voice actually carried a hint of tenderness: "Whatever you want, be careful in everything!"

The two of them stood leaning on each other, staring coldly at the disciples of the Xiuzhen family who came up, and the next moment, the fist shadow and sword light burst out......

............

Ling Yijian's complexion finally became cloudy, and he was thinking about it to himself, when he suddenly heard the sound of an incessant explosion from far to near in front of the main hall, and after the explosion, there was another burst of groans and screams, and he was shocked at the moment, and looked towards Qingxuan with a few swords, looking for a gap towards the explosion.

Don't look at it, after seeing it, he frowned, in the western sky, Mu Yuqiu's formation is no longer optimistic, and the east is even more chaotic, and the disciples of the third family of Xiuzhen are basically hanging colors, scattering and fleeing.

In addition to these, due to the sudden strong explosion, it lifted up smoke and dust that covered the sky and the moon, making Ling Yijian's eyes a little blurred. Through the heavy smoke and dust, Ling Yijian saw an incredible scene.

A young man in white, with golden light shining under his feet, moved in the air, his whole body spun rapidly, and threw some equally golden pieces of paper outward at an unimaginable speed.

Those things like pieces of paper flew all over the sky, golden light surrounded his entire body, and after the pieces of paper fell quickly, as soon as Pu touched the ground, a powerful air explosion was generated, setting off a huge wave of qi, and the smoke and dust around the exploded square circle were filled, and everything seemed to be covered with a thick layer of smoke.

The white-clothed young man kept throwing these pieces of paper that would glow and produce huge explosive power as if he was playing with his life, and no matter whether it was a disciple of the Xiuzhen family or a disciple of the Liwu Sect in front of him, he just threw it around, and the golden light rune paper like snowflakes seemed to be like he didn't want money, and he shouted loudly while throwing it: "If it's the senior brother of the Liwu Sect, hurry up and hide, my bursting talisman doesn't have long eyes, don't hurt you by mistake, forgive Nalan Mingxuan for being wild!"

This Nalan Mingxuan threw talismans like snow, rushing through the crowd, black and white, this burst of black and white indiscriminate bombing, but also made those children of the Xiuzhen family suffer a lot of losses.

Ling Yijian looked at this white-clothed young man Nalan Mingxuan in astonishment, and there were already hundreds of thousands of questions in his heart, and he secretly said in his heart: If I am not mistaken, that golden piece of paper-like thing in the sky should be a charm! But since the Xuan Mantra Sect became extinct overnight, it has basically disappeared in the Xiuzhen Realm, that is, I asked Sword Valley to visit all the famous mountains and rivers for many years, and he has not found a single charm! But this young man's body seems to be inexhaustible, and a lot of charms are thrown out? Isn't it the heir of the Xuan Mantra Sect?

Thinking about this, Ling Yijian was even more jealous of the Liwu Sect, but seeing that the children of the Xiuzhen Third Family were about to be overwhelmed, he was entangled by the three of Qingxuan and couldn't get out for a while, and looked up at the air again, only to see that the three pairs of fighting figures above the mid-air were still inseparable, but the Liwu Sect led by Lu Wujian had already gained the upper hand, and Ling Yijian could conclude that within half an hour, the head of the Xiuzhen Third Family would undoubtedly be defeated.

Some of them still can't beat two or the other, and they already know why they have to wade into this troubled water, hiding in the Valley of the Sword and Asking for a leisurely ride, but it's not interesting to come here to ask for themselves! I was thinking of falling into the well and breaking away from the face of the Worrying Sect, but this time the movement is too big!

Ling Yijian's heart was impatient, and he suddenly looked at the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword in his hand, and secretly thought in his heart, Isn't it possible to launch the Heaven Sealing Divine Technique again? But the Heavenly Heaven Sealing Sword is too strong, and if he activates that magic technique twice in a row in such a short period of time, one of them will accidentally enter his body, and when the time comes, he will really lose more than he gains when he falls into the demon path and falls into the demon path.

But when he turned his mind, his eyes flowed, and he looked at Qingxuan and the others, and suddenly had a plan in his heart, and after making up his mind, his figure suddenly accelerated, and the three swords of the brush went straight to the Qingxuan face.

Qing Xuan had already seen that Ling Yijian's formation was a little flustered, and he was overjoyed in his heart, but suddenly Ling Yijian's offensive suddenly became extremely fierce, and he was caught off guard at the moment, and his body retreated more than dozens of feet.

Finding this vacancy, Ling Yijian suddenly accepted the recruitment, and said loudly: "Qing Xuan Lao Dao, do you think that your overall situation has been decided, and there is no doubt that you will win?"

Qing Xuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Ling Yijian was doing when he suddenly said this, and said with a cold smile: "I have exhausted all the elites, but I don't believe that you people have anything to borrow!

As if he had heard a big joke, Ling Yijian laughed and said, "If there are more people, you can win?" This is really a funny joke! But don't forget, I still have the Heaven Sealing Sword Sword in my hand, and the incident of my blow breaking through the Separation Sword Formation and hurting you and the nearly 10,000 disciples of the Sorrow Separation must still be fresh in your memory! Don't force people too much, kill the red eyes, I won't be too troublesome, it's a big deal to seal the heavens with a sword, and slaughter all your disciples!"

After Ling Yijian said this, his eyebrows straightened, and the killing intent in his body surged out, and his eyes were already like swords.

In fact, Ling Yijian was gambling that Qing Xuan didn't know that this Heavenly God Sword had a counter-devouring effect, so he was very loud, once he Qing Xuan was bluffed, he would definitely consider the interests of the Leaving the Worry Sect, and then restrain his hands and feet, and be led away by his nose by Ling Yijian.

In fact, this is also a dangerous move, and it is a helpless move.

When Qing Xuan heard this, his face changed several times, staring at the Fengtian Divine Sword in Ling Yijian's hand, he suddenly sighed in his heart, a powerful sense of powerlessness hit his heart, he suddenly stomped his foot, and said with a long sigh: "Let's go! Ling Yijian, what do you want to do? Don't forget that you are also one of the four major orthodox religions in the world, and now that the Demon Sect is resurrected, can you really want to fight to the death? Aren't you afraid that the Zen Silent Temple and the Sacrificial Snow Tower will join forces with our Liwu Sect and kill your Wenjian Valley?"

Ling Yijian peeked at it, although Qing Xuan's surface was still full of voice, but it was just a strong internal expression, and it could be seen that he still had a kind of fear of being powerless to fight against the Fengtian Divine Sword.

Ling Yijian was secretly happy in his heart, but he was silent, and laughed: "I can't take care of the future, it's just the right thing to solve the current problem first!"

Qing Xuan's eyes were slightly closed, his eyebrows jumped a few times, and in an instant, as if he had waited for a long time, he stomped his left foot, as if he had made a difficult decision.

Forget it, don't fight it, such an endless battle is between the right path and the right path, why bother? Although he knew in his heart, in fact, if it weren't for the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword in Ling Yijian's hand, how could he Qingxuan choose to compromise for the supreme glory of the Separation Sect?

However, even if this decision was later scolded by 10,000 people, I have no regrets! Compared with the strength of the Glory and the Preservation of the Sect of Freedom from Sorrow, I should be able to distinguish between the more important and the more important! What's more, the righteous path kills each other, and this is a stupid act of being quick for the enemy and painful for the relative!

Qing Xuan made up his mind, that is, if there are all kinds of accusations in the future, I will bear it with all my might! He looked up at the clouds, the Lu Wujian who was one against the other, was still fighting hard, without the slightest hint of retreat, and he looked at Chu Xiao, his eldest disciple who was already dyed bright red in white clothes, he was still gritting his teeth and insisting, even at the last moment, he had to take the lead in the charge.

The mountains of disciples who are full of sorrows, even if they are limping, they have to fight!

And he has to choose to compromise, the vicissitudes of the years have already smoothed out the sharpness in his heart, at this moment, he just thinks that the old man with gray hair and over the age of sixties.

The desolation of the hero's twilight instantly overflowed the heart of the Venerable Master Qingxuan.

Maybe it's old! Qing Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were slightly cloudy, and he took the sword in one hand, and said slowly: "Ling Yijian, you say, what do you want?"