"Old Za-Mao, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you still alive?"
Qiu Jin, who was wearing a warm white tiger fur, said coldly, "Your clothes look good, they are yellow and eye-catching! It reminds me of your biological father, Zai Huang, who was killed by my master. "
The old man in yellow clothes with a green crown on his head had a lot of anger in his eyes, but he deliberately lowered his voice, his anger sank into his Dantian, and said slowly: "That year, on the top of Wanshou Mountain, there was a bone sword of good and evil... Qiu Jin, that day Today I can finally avenge the sword!"
Qiu Jin sneered, and there was no emotion in his words. He was detached and free, and said calmly: "In the battle at Wanshou Mountain, I admit that it was my fault for letting you escape. Now, the person who saved your life is That half-blood son Feng Zhu has been killed by me, and no one will come to save you again! This peerless city is the burial place of you old devil, accept your fate."
The old man in yellow clothes, with white hair and a green crown, had a very strong voice, full of the courage and courage that a generation of heroes should have. He raised his head, laughed loudly, and said while laughing: "Who can't say cruel words? Children on the street can even say a few words. But the fact is that the person who died in this peerless city today will not be me, Zai Yang, but you, Qiu Jin!"
The corners of Qiu Jin's mouth curled up, the cold winter wind blew through his temples, and his black hair was flowing in a cool and unrestrained way.
The sword cultivator surnamed Qiu, who was wearing a white tiger fur coat and holding a sword in both hands, sneered: "It seems that you, an old guy, said the same thing before the battle in which you almost died. What happened in the end? If it hadn't been for If you save Feng, you will definitely lose your whole body in the end..."
At this moment, Qingpao Ke Lingzhen couldn't help but interjected: "Brother Qiu, there is no need to talk nonsense to the devil named Zai, let's just use the sword together. As long as you kill Zai Yang, then you The biggest blood revenge is even avenged!"
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The Ganquan Sword, shaped like a spear, was ineffective in breaking the army and was blown away by a snap of a finger.
From another direction, the Dao Sect Divine Sword is "pure" like a green snake. The sword is as clear as the cleanest and purest thing in the world.
The long sword flew swiftly in the blink of an eye.
He struck at the right temple of the old devil named Zai, aiming to pierce the old man's head with one blow.
Zai Yang suddenly waved his left palm, glared, yelled loudly, and tried his best to hit the "green snake".
The Xuanmen green energy carried by the Qingjing Sword could not withstand this palm strike, and immediately spread out in all directions. The blade was completely gone, the energy was gone, and the sky was filled with clear light!
Bounce open the sweet spring and disperse the pure water.
I saw the old man in yellow raising his feet in the air and stepping down heavily.
Such a powerful and extremely heavy kick...it seemed like it could even collapse mountains and rivers!
After stepping on the menacing divine sword "Lone Crane".
The old man's figure soared into the sky, heading straight into the sky.
Zai Yang's fists were filled with endless domineering energy, and murderous intent flowed.
With two fierce attacks, Qiu Feng and Jin Ding were knocked away from the front, unable to fight.
When the two divine swords were knocked away, the highly concealed "Three Thousand Bones" slowly approached as if it had just beheaded Feng Zhu in an instant.
Coming quietly from behind Zaiyang's head!
This green sword, the best at assassination, failed to kill anyone this time.
At the last moment, Zai Yang turned his head back in time, stretched out his big hand and grabbed it suddenly, and immediately "captured" the unpredictable, ghost-like green flying sword.
The old man chuckled and held the smallest sword with two fingers. He was very interested in trying to use this "Feathered Serpent" that he used for himself in the past.
Unfortunately, it didn't work out as he wished.
The Feathered Serpent Sword, which has stayed in Qiu Jin's spine for ten years and has now been renamed Three Thousand Corpses, can no longer be controlled by Zai Yang.
The old man in yellow with a green crown on his head looked ugly. He let out a dull "hum" and began to exert force on his palm, trying to hold the sword to pieces!
Ling Zhen, the green-robed guest, struck with his sword in time, and used a powerful move in the "Victory of Heaven" to create a bright sword rainbow.
Its power is huge, its sound is extraordinary, and it hits Zaiyang's wrist firmly.
The old man surnamed Zai was in quite a lot of pain. He bared his teeth with a very ferocious expression. He had no choice but to let go of the hand holding the sword. The three thousand bones of the divine sword were freed as if they had been granted amnesty.
At this moment, twenty rays of sword energy struck the back of the old man in yellow. They were the twelve serious swords and the eight extraordinary swords in the Qiujin Lingshu sword box!
There was a stinging pain in the vest, and there were obvious tears in the cassock.
Zaiyang immediately roared, seemingly in great pain.
The old man adjusted his breath a little, calmed his mind, and charged forward again with his fist raised.
Qiu Jin curled his lips, put both the black and sword swords back into their sheaths, stepped on the Divine Walking Technique, and did not dodge or dodge. He would not use the flying sword to distance himself, but resolutely attacked and killed. Face Zaiyang directly.
The old man in yellow and the sword Xiu Qiujin.
Two first-level powerhouses were in the clouds and mist under the dome.
Fight each other purely with physical bodies!
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Ling Zhen handed over the sword again.
The two sleeves of the old man's bright yellow cassock were completely shattered by the sword light.
but.
It seemed that there was no influence, but the big devil Zai Yang still ignored it and was fighting to the death with the world's best bastard named Qiu at a very close distance!
Either you die or I die.
Zai Yang's face was distorted, his teeth were bared, and his facial features were filled with a strong look of violence.
This was what he was thinking in his heart.
First, beat Qiu Jin, the little bastard who should have died long ago, to death with fists and kicks, and then take the life of the little kid in the blue robe.
You two are just bastards who are tired of living, you are both going to die now.
the difference.
It's nothing more than one dying first and the other dying slightly later!
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Not evenly matched.
Qiu Jin was clearly a first-grade Supreme Realm cultivator, possessing the physique of a supreme heavenly dragon. He also used the "Sea Entering Technique" to remove part of the lethal force from his opponent's fists and kicks.
Relying on the demon-killing boxing technique and the demon-killing kick technique, he started fighting with the old man in yellow clothes and white hair. When he was in close combat, he couldn't even take advantage of him.
We can only keep retreating, it is a bad situation that is difficult to resist!
In such an unfavorable situation, Qiu Jin, who took the initiative to give up fighting the enemy with his sword, was in a state of embarrassment.
In fact, it is just asking for trouble.
"Brother Qiu!"
Seeing that the vital part of Qiu Jin's Tanzhong point was hit hard by a punch, Ling Zhen screamed anxiously.
An used the Breath Adjustment Technique to stabilize the wildly surging inner energy of the Qi Palace. Qiu Jin's mouth was bleeding, but he still had the confidence to smile.
While he was doing his best to fight hand-to-hand with the old devil named Zai, whose yellow clothes were fluttering and his white hair was messy, he said with a weird and wonderful laugh: "This sword can be called 'Seven Stars Returning to One'."
When Zai Yang heard this, he was horrified.
The old man in yellow wearing a green crown hurriedly closed his fists and prepared to retreat, but unfortunately, it was already a step too late.
In that unconventional Yin-Yang Tongxuan mirror, no less than twenty colorful light strips as thick as arms suddenly shot out.
With lightning speed, in an instant, it tightly wrapped around Zai Yang's limbs.
While the old devil was struggling hard, a "killing stream" with supernatural power that could destroy the world rushed towards Zaiyang's back!
Three thousand corpses, gold ingots, sweet springs, praying for phoenix, solitary crane, pure.
There is also Qiu Jin who spent a lot of time and energy, relying on his own "heavenly jade" root and bone endowment to temper and turn into a sword inside the orifice - Mai Lang!
There are seven flying swords in total, combined with seven sword auras.
The seven rays of sword light merge into one, just like the stars gather together. One sword is seven swords.
The seven stars are dazzling, and the sword kills the devil!
The old man in yellow, whose limbs were temporarily bound by colorful strips, was really moved at this moment.
The bright yellow cassock fabric on the back was torn by the sword energy, and blood began to ooze from the flesh.
The overwhelming killing current with strong winds was still increasing its pressure, striking deeper into the body, as if it was going to break the spine and completely penetrate the body of the old man in yellow!
Suddenly, the demon Zai Yang roared like a lion and broke away from the more than twenty colored strips of the Tongxuan Mirror.
Hold the magic formula with both hands in front of your chest.
The secret comes out and the Dharma comes into being, and the exquisite and exquisite crown is "pure". At this moment, the divinity shines and the precious light shines.
In the blink of an eye, the old man's whole body was enveloped in the sacred aura that was the color of green glass.
Shaped like a green barrier, it completely protected the King of Han Dynasty in Gunzhou, who had a high position of power and was unrivaled in the field of martial arts.
