Purple gas from the east?

I learned a sword from Qingcheng Kendo, and today it doesn't matter what kind of purple qi you are from the east, the rising purple sun, all of them are cut together!

"This is the third time I've used a sword to come west, the first time I've cut Ye Hao's wrists, and the second time I've borrowed the light and shadow of Qingcheng's predecessors to destroy Shang Shen's arm, and this time I'll take your head!" Qiu Jin shouted at the Ziyang Daoist who was absorbing endless purple qi while condensing his sword intent.

"The last time I saw the predecessors of Qingcheng use the breath of foundation building to use a sword to the west, I had a deep understanding, I think I can reach the realm of Xiaocheng today, and I can die under the fame of Qingcheng's predecessors. You, you died unjustly!"

Qiu Jin's body suddenly exuded a heavy murderous aura, as if competing with Chaoxu.

"Here comes the sword!"

Qiu Jinling's body was in the air, his arms were spread, and the sword intent rose from his heart, surging towards his whole body, and then spread in Ziyang Mountain.

The long sword in the waist of the Ziyang Sect members who were secretly watching the battle in the distance was once again like Qiu Jin borrowing the sword just now, and they all flew away from their masters with their sheaths.

Some of them reacted so quickly that the Ziyang Sect members saw that the situation was not good, and immediately opened the mustard seed space to include the long sword that had been supporting the sword intent in their waists for a long time. As a result, as soon as the mustard seed space was opened, the long sword placed in the mustard seed space was also summoned by Qiu Jin's sword intent, turning into a rainbow light and flying towards the top of the mountain along with the saber on his waist.

"How can it be so weird!". A young cultist with fluff just popping out of his nose shouted.

It was the first time that many Ziyang Sect members had encountered this situation, and the crowd suddenly exploded.

"This bastard is going to forcibly snatch our sword!"

"Damn, you can't lend him the sword, and the sect leader will be held accountable afterwards, and none of us will be able to escape from it!"

"But our sword intent can't compete with him at all, and the sword that has been supported for a few years doesn't listen to my call at all!"

"One person's sword intent is impossible to resist, why don't we gather our sword intent together and jointly resist this bastard's borrowed sword!"

"But, I'll take the main sword!" the oldest member of the Ziyang Sect stepped forward and stood up from the bushes at the bottom of the mountaintop.

The Ziyang Sect members all agreed with the feasibility of this approach, and no longer tried their best to block the sword at their waists, but the sword intent that rose from their hearts surged up one after another, converging in mid-air.

Qiu Jin, who was borrowing a sword at the top of the mountain, felt that a mixed sword suddenly appeared under the mountain to resist him, and when he looked back, the Ziyang Sect members looked back angrily as if they had killed their father.

Qiu Jin's sword intent was already roaring, and after understanding the situation, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said to himself: "A group of fools!"

"Sword Intent!"

These two words contain the power of the three realms of silk wind power in "The First Line of Clear Water", and rush towards the top of the mountain with the momentum of thunder.

And the huge amount of mixed sword intent under the top of the mountain has already condensed out of the mountain, and after a few breaths, it began to form a miniature cloud.

"Sword Intent Cloud has become a prototype, everyone work harder, big things can be expected!" said the oldest Ziyang Sect member directly below Sword Intent Cloud as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"As soon as this cloud comes out, it has begun to take on the power of Vientiane! We must hit with one blow, and return the Ziyang Sect to a peace!"

"Return Ziyang to teach a peace!"

"That's right, give the Ziyang Sect a peace!" shouted the Ziyang Sect members who were trying their best to extract the sword intent in their hearts.

At this moment, Qiu Jin and Ziyang Dao were both gathering momentum, and neither side made a move.

The gloomy face of the Ziyang Dao man who was absorbing the purple qi began to gradually stretch out, and he sneered at Qiu Jin: "The weak is the weak after all, I have disrupted my plan several times, today I will let you see the true strength of my Ziyang Dao man!"

Qiu Jin glanced at the Ziyang Daoist and said indifferently: "Noise!"

Ziyang Daoren, who wanted to continue to mock Qiu Jin to express his resentment in his heart, was speechless for a while, stood on the stone statue of Shiji Niangniang and said, "I see how long you kid can be arrogant!"

"One move, solve you!"

"Purple Qi from the east, Purple Sun Holy Halberd!"

The corners of Ziyang Daoren's mouth spread out hideously, and his palm suddenly loosened, and suddenly a monstrous black light roared out, and the black light that swept out immediately turned into a black light halberd. In an instant, it turned into a huge black light of dozens of feet, a kind of extreme fluctuation, which radiated wildly.

Bang bang bang!

The black light bloomed between the palms, and the fingers of the Ziyang Daoist suddenly pointed at Qiu Jin, and the cheers were like thunder, rumbling on the top of this Ziyang Mountain.

Rumble!

The shouts spread, and the huge black light of dozens of zhang paused for a moment, and then swept out, and at the moment it swept out, this Ziyang Mountain top could not stand the pressure at all, and suddenly collapsed a few meters, and the mountain rocks continued to roll down from the top of the mountain.

Many Purple Sun Sect members under the top of the mountain looked at the sect master's amazing attack, and their eyes were also full of horror, the sect leader's move had already detached themselves from their cognition of the cultivator's ability, but there was no doubt that this kind of offensive was definitely capable of killing a cultivator who was only in the foundation building realm!

"Qiu Jin's death is here!"

"I'll wait a few more breaths, and the assistant master will help!"

When this thought flashed in the hearts of the Ziyang Sect members, the black light had already descended in front of Qiu Jin, and then without the slightest pause, with an explosive force, it slammed into Qiu Jin.

The huge black light was rapidly amplified in Qiu Jin's pupils, and the more than two hundred long swords circling around him seemed to sense the crisis in front of him, and they all looked up to the sky and roared, trying their best to stop the invasion of this black light.

"Then let's see who solves whom!"

The corners of Qiu Jin's mouth also climbed up with an icy color, and the look in his eyes was as sharp as a blade, full of killing intent. Then, Qiu Jin did not have the slightest intention of retreating, his five fingers clenched, he took a deep breath, and formed a strange seal in his hand.

"Since you have worked so hard to condense the sword intent for me, I can only laugh at it!"

"Here, Qiu Jin thanked you!"

With a wave of his hand, the huge sword intent cloud under the top of the mountain actually broke free from the control of the old master sword man, and turned into a torrent and surged towards Qiu Jin's body.

The older master sword man couldn't interrupt the sword intent cloud surging towards Qiu Jin's body with all his might, and he didn't catch his breath for a while in his throat, his eyes opened angrily and shouted: "Qiu Jin'er, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

Then he collapsed on the ground, and when the Ziyang Sect members rushed up to check, there was no life.

He gathered the sword intent that everyone had worked hard to nurture in their hearts for many years into a cloud of sword intent, and wanted to use this to kill Qiu Jin, but he didn't expect to make a wedding dress for others, and he didn't look away.

Qiu Jin's arms hung down, and the sword intent rushed into his body, as if he was full of hiccup, and then spit it out lightly, full of sword qi.

"I have finally reached the realm of a sword from the west. ”

"Sword intent is like light!"

"A sword from the west!"

A huge light and shadow roared from afar, and then turned into a sword shadow that was firmly held in Qiu Jin's hand.

Just as Qiu Jin stimulated the sword intent of his whole body, the more than two hundred long swords hovering around him were instantly wrapped around the black halberd, and the brilliant blue light erupted with a burst of sword sound.

Hiss!

The top of Ziyang Mountain, which was originally covered by black light, was instantly covered by this brilliant blue light, and then, Qiu Jin held a huge sword shadow and carried more than two hundred long swords of different forms, which slammed into the huge black giant halberd like this.

Boom!

The deafening roar suddenly resounded at this moment, and then an indescribable terrifying wave swept away on Ziyang Mountain, and under the sweep of that fluctuation, the Ziyang Sect members under the top of the mountain hurriedly urged the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi defense in their bodies, but they were still scattered for a while, and there were heavy casualties.

At this time, they no longer had the courage to kill Qiu Jin, and Ziyang Sect had a peaceful mind, and after saving their lives, they hurriedly turned around and ran down the mountain, and when the lucky ones who were far away from the top of the mountain were glad that they had escaped from death, their eyes looked at the place where the blue light and black light were intertwined, and their eyes were full of surprise.

They saw that under the crazy impact of the black light, a sturdy figure loomed in the blue light, like a mountain rock standing between heaven and earth, allowing the light to surge in the battle, and I stood still.

Burst!

After a short pause, the Ziyang Dao man standing on the stone statue of Shiji took the lead and couldn't support it, spitting blood from his mouth, and his body fell from a high altitude unsteadily.

Then the Purple Sun Holy Halberd, which had been condensed from exhausting all the purple qi, began to be shattered by the huge sword shadow in Qiu Jin's hand, sword by sword, and the black light it emitted gradually weakened until it was completely engulfed by the blue light emanating from Qiu Jin's body.

"How is it possible, how can I lose!" Ziyang Daoist was lying on the ground, unable to suppress the chaotic breath of his whole body, and his body continued to make the sound of Qi Gang exploding, and his whole body was sometimes bloated, sometimes emaciated, and not human.

"I still have purple qi, I can still fight! Qiu Jin, how can I defeat you! How can I defeat you this little beggar!" Ziyang Dao people are unwilling, the only right hand in the body that can still move keeps changing the printing method, but he finds that no matter how hard he tries, he can't mobilize the purple qi extracted from the morning glow in the sky, and the vitality in his body seems to be rebelling up and down in the body, and the Jin Dan that impacts the Ziyang Dao people is very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Qiu Jin's whole body was steaming with cyan qi, holding a huge light and shadow, and with one sword, he smashed the huge black halberd condensed by the Ziyang Dao people before, and then staggered around the stone statue of Shiji Niangniang and walked in front of the Ziyang Dao people.

Swallowing the blood between his mouth with difficulty, he didn't have time to wipe the blood that exploded on his forehead when he was counterattacked by the black halberd, and raised the sword shadow in his hand to slash at the neck of the Ziyang Dao man.

"It's finally over, little second son, uncle, brother scoop, you can look at it! The unattainable demon path is about to be killed by me!" Qiu Jin gasped heavily, and his weak tone was full of gloom.

He thought of the little second son who was silly and happy every day at the foot of Yuntai Mountain, the uncle with a broken arm who accompanied him through the whole winter, and the bald eldest brother who always bullied himself on weekdays but finally left the hope of life to himself.

"I, Qiu Jin, have avenged you!"

Swinging the sword, there was no mud and water, and blood splattered all over the ground.

The huge stone statue of Shiji Niangniang shattered abruptly with a bang.