Jianfeng didn't make any reply, he looked at the seriously injured guy in front of him and remained silent.
Qiu Jin breathed out slowly and firmly for a few times, paused, and then said in a relatively serious tone: "Over the past few years, I have concentrated on retreat in the countryside, integrated my lifelong swordsmanship, and created a set of 'Ten Years of Sword Techniques'. There are ten sword moves in total. Except for the first move 'Enter the Barrier' that has been used, there are still nine sword moves that have not been released so far..."
Ye Yiran's expression changed.
Because she knew that that day on the small stream bridge at Weng Zhongwen's Sword House, Qiu Jin used that sword to penetrate the fortress, breaking through the sound formation of the two demons of the Styx, and entered with a massacre, causing the enemy to attack in an instant. Kill.
Ling Zhen suddenly realized, "I created a whole set of spirit sword moves myself. This handwriting, tsk, is so important."
Jianfeng raised his eyebrows and scolded sternly: "What? You dare to hold back in a duel with me?!"
"Hey, Brother Jian, don't you still have a 'Peach Blossom Flying Qiong Formation' that you haven't used yet?"
Qiu Jin sighed, "You and I were called brothers ten years ago. Why do we have to fight and kill each other like this now?"
Jianfeng Jade nose exhaled, and he gave a hard "snort", with an angry look on his face, and cursed: "You still have the nerve to mention the word 'brother'? Bah, if I hadn't lost my mind back then and recognized this so-called piece of shit like you Brother, those six hundred young geniuses from my Peach Blossom Sect will not die in vain in the Kunlun Snow Mountains!"
"Yes, those six hundred monks did die because of me."
Qiu Jin tried to defend himself, "But I actually failed because I was plotted by a traitor and received a sword in my spine..."
Ling Zhen finally understood the grudge between Qiu Jin and the cherry-haired man.
Since the fortune and life of Genius No. 600 are involved, it is indeed time to break up like this.
Jianfeng didn't even listen to what he had to say, and interrupted in an extremely impatient voice: "I don't want to know why you failed to open the sky. I only know that those six hundred people have already reached the fifth-level pill-building realm, and their future is bright." As a beautiful young man, if I had not followed you to the Kunlun Mountains, I would not have died so unjustly and aggrieved!"
When he said these words, Jian Feng, the number one knight in the south of the Yangtze River, trembled slightly, obviously feeling sad because of the memories of the past.
"Yes, what Brother Jian said is reasonable. No matter what reasons or excuses I find, the lives of those six hundred young men in the Dan Building Realm can no longer be recovered..."
"As long as you know!"
Jianfeng's eyes were extremely sharp, "Because of you, our Peach Blossom Sect lost six hundred lives in vain. As the head of the sect, I should avenge them. Today, I am here to kill you with six hundred romantic sword energy. After killing you, In the end, no matter whether you live or die, how about letting the grudges be wiped out?"
Qiu Jin smiled magnanimously, patted his chest, put the black sword into the sheath on his waist, arranged his body into a "big" character, and said with emotion: "Brother Jian, come on, you can come, I won't Just fight back!"
Ling Zhen was about to shout "No".
Unfortunately, it's too late.
Jian Feng was filled with anger and said "Okay" unceremoniously. He waved his hands and ten strands of pink sword energy shot out from his fingertips again.
Those sharp sword machines in the name of "Fengliu" all hit Qiu Jin's chest.
"puff--"
Qiu Jin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the amount was quite large, but he still managed to hold out his breath and said loudly: "Come again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, ten more extremely sharp sword energies rushed straight into his body.
Qiu Jin stumbled uncontrollably. After stabilizing his body, he gritted his teeth and continued: "Do it again!"
Jian Feng swung ten more swords.
Qiu Jin gasped and vomited a large pool of blood. He swayed a few times, then stood still and said, "Come again."
Ling Zhen felt extremely hurt when he saw it.
Gritting his teeth hard, he almost wished he could go over and carry dozens of swords for Brother Qiu.
Ye Yiran is just the opposite.
Repeatedly silently, "Shoot him, shoot him, shoot him..."
Jianfeng Tieqing's face was livid, but he felt a little compassionate in his heart. However, when he thought of the corpses of the six hundred genius disciples on Kunlun Mountain, he immediately became hardened again and nailed ten more sword energies on Qiu Jin's body.
"Come again!"
Another romantic ten swords.
"Come again!"
Or ten swords.
In just a few moments, Qiu Jin had been struck by sixty pink sword energies.
The body swayed like a candle in the wind, but still managed to hold on.
Ling Zhen could no longer look at it.
Since you can't go up to save others or suffer for others, just close your eyes.
After enduring the seventieth blast of romantic sword energy, Qiu Jin's knees softened and he knelt on the ground unconsciously. He tried his best to straighten his chest and spine, and still said: "Come again!"
Jianfeng turned his head to one side, not looking at the kneeling man named Qiu, and waved his hands again.
Eighty swords.
The dark green robe Qiu Jin was wearing was completely soaked in blood and was in a mess all over the ground, which was unsightly.
Ling Zhen still closed his eyes.
Ye Yiran was standing aside, dumbfounded.
She never imagined that there could be such a brave and domineering man in the world!
Ling Zhen heard those sounds and almost couldn't help but come to the rescue.
I couldn't bear to see Brother Qiu die on the spot and die so tragically.
ninety.
one hundred.
After enduring a hundred Taohua Sect's romantic sword energy, Qiu Jin, who was no different from a hornet's nest, began to feel a little blurry, his eyelids became heavy, and he was almost semi-conscious.
Jianfeng, who has the demeanor of a god, frowned, his face looked indescribably ugly, and he was hesitating whether to continue firing his sword energy.
Ling Zhen was secretly determined.
As long as Jianfeng continues to take action, he will no longer let that guy do whatever he wants.
At this time, a soft and charming female voice came from behind him, "Do you really want to kill him?"
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Wei Jie was confused and turned to the white tiger-skinned old man and asked, "Qing Qing, I, I...could it be that this corresponds to the sword immortal Feng Liu and the romantic wife's beautiful face?"
Ying Chun nodded with a smile. After a while, the thin and dark old man suddenly said: "In that battle at Broken Heart Cliff, if it hadn't been for the sword energy that Feng Liu gave you, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to rely on your own strength. , hand out the last sword."
Wei Jie said nothing and just smiled.
Ying Chun raised his eyebrows and said, "That move, that last move, what's it called... It seems like it's called 'Spring silkworms don't run out of silk until they die'?"
Wei Jie gave a slight "hmm" and said, "Senior Ying, can we stop reading these almanacs?"
Ying Chun wanted to say something: "You have really become a god, and you can't even settle your kid's old scores?"
But then I thought about it, and it seemed that I was just settling old scores at the moment, and the two of them were half at odds, so I didn't say anything.
The legless old man just laughed, and then continued to stare at the scene that happened in the secret realm of Guixu.
A return to the ruins, where you can see all the wind, flowers, snow and moon.
