The tall man who arrived in a sedan chair wore a yellow and white soft satin around his waist and a purple mink coat.
When her long hair is spread down, it is not pitch black, but an extremely dazzling cherry color!
The man with skin like snow-capped Ganoderma lucidum looks like a god. The only flaw in his body is that he only has one arm.
When he emerged from the petals, the sixteen handsome young men who were responsible for carrying the white sedan took a deep breath and shouted loudly together: "The passionate son from the south of the Yangtze River is famous all over the world. The beauty abandons the crown, and the white head lies on the pine tree." cloud!"
I don’t care whether this poem is good or bad.
Ling Zhen said sincerely: "This person is indeed extremely romantic!"
The one-armed man with cherry-haired white jade stepped on the petals in the air with one foot, and with the other foot, he drew a semicircle casually with a very understated movement.
After this move, countless soft pink peach blossoms suddenly turned into long swords.
There was a powerful trend like "the same enemy", but it was not directed at Ling Zhen, but towards Qiu Jin.
Like the needles of pear blossoms in a rainstorm, the killing intent is overwhelming!
"You're so welcome..."
Qiu Jin, whose expression changed slightly, frowned, muttered something in a low voice, and immediately pushed forward with his right hand.
Eight streaks of cyan sword energy shot out from his palm at an incredibly terrifying speed.
Ling Zhen's eyes widened as he looked at this shocking scene.
Could these be the Lingshu Sword Art that Brother Qiu mentioned before... the Eight Swords of the Strange Scripture?
There are eight sharp blue swords in total.
A fierce battle filled with peach blossoms and sword rain!
There was a shocking sound of fighting that was as shocking as a battlefield, and it penetrated this place. Pedestrians retreated in succession, terrified.
After Qiu Jin took out the eight flying swords contained in his body, he hurriedly twisted the sword skills, his mind moved violently, and he wielded the sword with both hands.
Try your best to resist the mighty rain of peach blossoms.
The "shower" of sword energy lasted for as long as a cup of tea, and all the petals fell to the ground.
Ling Zhen was jealous.
Brother Qiu's sword technique is so domineering and handsome.
After Qiu Jin breathed a long sigh of relief, he opened his right hand, sucked the eight flying swords back into his palm, and stored them in the sword box called "Lingshu" in his body.
The young man in green robe secretly sighed.
This kind of magical power is really no small matter, it is truly no less than a sword cultivator’s natal flying sword!
The cherry-haired man with the surname of Jian, with the posture of a god, walked lightly and came to Qiu Jin in front of him.
Although Ye Yiran was born in the Western Regions of the Tianluo Kingdom, she had spent half a year in the Longshu Dynasty where the Central Plains people lived, and she had a general understanding of the situation in the world's martial arts.
Therefore, we know who the "god man" who flew out of the sedan chair is.
That man was the Great Sword Immortal who had long been famous in the world of chivalry and was a powerful figure in the field of upright chivalry.
His surname is Jian and his given name is Feng.
The leader of the Jiangnan Peach Blossom Sect.
It is rumored that his "romantic aura" that belongs exclusively to the Sword Immortal can be compared with that of Bai Chuan, the swordsman king who sits in Xiaoyao City in the East China Sea.
The sword energy and strong wind destroy the Five Mountains, and the heroic spirit suppresses the Beidou!
Ye Yiran looked from a distance on horseback and saw his handsome and divine appearance. He couldn't help but secretly praised: "Jianfeng draws his sword, and he really has the demeanor of a 'sword fairy'. He really deserves to be known as a romantic man." A man who is not inferior to Bai Chuan..."
"Qiu Jin, I finally found you."
Jianfeng said in a deep voice, "I just thought you were dead a long time ago. I will never find anyone to settle this debt!"
Qiu Jin smiled bitterly and whispered: "Brother Jian..."
Ling Zhen was puzzled and asked secretly in confusion: "Is this person actually Brother Qiu's brother?"
"You still have the nerve to call me 'Brother Sword'?! Who is your brother?"
The one-armed Jianfeng suddenly shouted loudly and struck out with a swift palm.
After Qiu Jin sidestepped, the leader of the Peach Blossom Sect twisted his wrist and drew another beautiful arc.
In an instant, a light pink peach blossom energy lingered on the jade hand, and unexpectedly transformed into a tangible long sword!
"The sword energy turns into a real sword..."
Ling Zhen stared.
This is a change that can only be made by sword cultivators in the outside world.
Jianfeng held a pink air sword, and its sound was like thunder, which was unusually extraordinary. He roared and slashed at Qiu Jin with the sword.
Qiu Jin's expression looked slightly surprised. He quickly pulled out the black sword on his back, held it with both hands, and tried his best to block Jianfeng's sword with his chest.
"Zheng——"
There was a sonorous roar that pierced the eardrums.
Ye Yiran covered his ears tightly, but he was still shaken to his core.
This shows how fierce and domineering this force is.
The water of Ling Zhenxin Lake rippled, but it quickly stabilized with Taoist Master Xianhao's secret technique. He felt still and continued to watch the battle.
This was Brother Qiu's private matter. Of course Ling Zhen understood that there was no need for him to get involved.
After Qiu Jin took off the sword, he waved his hand to the one-armed man with long cherry red hair, and shouted loudly: "It's inconvenient here. If it doesn't destroy the people's buildings, it won't be beautiful. Let's go." Let’s fight in heaven!”
"good!"
Jianfeng responded directly without thinking.
As soon as he finished speaking, the two figures left the ground at the same time, rushed straight up, and flew towards the sky.
Ling Zhen looked up at the sky, straining his eyes.
In the clouds, there are two shadows, black and white, fighting each other at an exaggerated speed that is difficult to see with the naked eye.
The sound of metal colliding could be heard extremely clearly from a hundred feet in the air.
Ordinary people have not seen such a shocking battle between gods, but they have probably never even thought about it in their minds.
In an instant, a thick pink light beam suddenly hit the ground from above!
"boom--"
The ground not far in front of Ling Zhen was hit by the beam of light, and it was immediately sunk into a huge pit. The dust was flying, and the scene was horrifying.
The one-armed sword wind with long hair floating like a pink waterfall, holding the peach blossom qi sword upside down, fell from the nine heavens back to the earth with a graceful and unrestrained posture.
In the hustle and bustle, Qiu Jin, whose chest was stained with blood, struggled to crawl out of the huge pit with a black sword in his hand.
Zi Lei, the Zaoli horse, is quite spiritual. When he saw his master in such a miserable state, he let out bursts of whining.
Ye Yiran, the princess of the Western Regions who was sitting on the horseback, felt very happy when she saw this situation, as if she had taken a big gulp of wine, and said to herself: "This devil has finally met his nemesis!"
"Brother Qiu——"
Ling Zhen was extremely excited. Because he was concerned about his brother's life, he almost wanted to ride over to check on the battle situation.
The sixteen handsome young men in white who were carrying the sedan chair burst into thunderous applause and cheered astonishingly, celebrating the sect master's victory in this battle. They were simply brave and unpredictable to the extreme.
Jianfeng waved his hand at the disciples to signal them to be silent, frowned slightly, and then said to Qiu Jin who reluctantly stood up from the pit: "After ten years, why has your swordsmanship not only not improved, but also declined?" few?"
"That day in Kunlun, I failed to open the Tianmen. My mood dropped greatly, and I worked as a coward in the rural areas of Jiangnan Road for ten years..."
Qiu Jin said in a rather weak voice, "Now that I can hold a sword, it's pretty good."
"What a 'shrinking turtle', what a piece of trash."
Jianfeng snorted in displeasure, "If I had known you were hiding in Jiangnan, I would have come to settle the score with you!"
Qiu Jin hammered his chest, coughed up blood, pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "Brother Jian, your Peach Blossom Divine Sword Technique is becoming more ruthless and ruthless. It's amazing. I admire you very much." !”
