"I know what you want the Nine Colors Shenlian to do. But do you think it's possible? The backing of the Shen family has finally fallen. How could my Golden Crow Sect still watch the Shen family rise again."
Murong Xuanqing said with a sneer.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
Listening to Murong Xuanqing's words, Shen Qingqing realized that something was wrong.
This statement is clearly aimed at them.
"Yes, what can you do?"
Murong Xuanqing did not hide it and directly admitted it.
"Uncle Xuan, can you hold back Murong Xuanqing, and I will pick the nine-color divine lotus."
Shen Qingqing whispered to the old slave beside her. She knew that this matter was difficult to accomplish, but she still wanted to try it.
There were a few bright lights in the eyes of the old slave beside him.
"The old slave is willing to give it a try."
After finishing speaking, the old slave stepped forward and stood in front of Shen Qingqing, the sleeves were automatically free of wind, and an invisible whirlwind formed around the body.
"You dare to do it too?"
Murong Xuanqing did not expect that someone would actually dare to attack him.
"I can't afford to offend the Golden Crow Sect, but I can still do one or two by delaying Young Master Murong." The old slave said with a firm expression, even if he lost to Murong Xuanqing, he could at least delay.
"It's ridiculous, you are courting death."
Murong Xuanqing clenched his fists tightly, no one had ever dared to be so arrogant and domineering in front of him.
"Whether it's ridiculous or not, the Shen family is kind to me, I can't ignore it."
Before the old slave spoke, he took a few steps forward again, and the aura burst out from his body, and the powerful aura forced the people around Murong Xuanqing to retreat, leaving only Murong Xuanqing.
"This realm cultivation base is somewhat similar to our broken holy realm."
Lin Heng, who was hiding behind the tree, felt the change in his breath. He was just an ordinary person now, but his previous knowledge still existed, and he could feel the level of his cultivation.
It seems that the broken holy realm here in Shanhaijie is called Xuantongjing.
And listening to the meaning of these words, Xuantongjing should also be a realm of cultivation that is not low.
"court death!"
Murong Xuanqing saw that the old slave was still catching up, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his hand, and the sword qi slashed towards the person in front of him, and a bright sword qi split the space and slashed towards the old slave.
"boom-"
With the arrival of the sword qi, the old slave punched out, the sword qi scattered, and the fist strength also burst into a spiritual light.
"It's a bit of a skill, but you're not good enough in front of this young master."
Murong Xuanqing rose up into the sky, the long sword in his hand shook, the sword energy exploded, and in mid-air, it turned into several sword shadows and flew down towards the old slave.
The sword shadow condenses but does not disperse, let the old slave attack, the sword shadow always remains round, and the sword shadow is extremely sharp, basically the same as the official long sword.
"The Great River Sword Art of the Golden Crow Sect?"
The old slave raised his head and looked at Murong Xuanqing, but he didn't expect that Murong Xuanqing actually practiced the Great River Sword Art.
"Yes, if you know the goods, this is the Great River Sword Jue of my Golden Crow Sect. At this time, I am fighting against the water, and the Dahe Jian Jue is better than the past. Killing you is just a matter of a few tricks."
Murong Xuanqing said triumphantly.
The Great River Sword Art he cultivated is powerful, and the sword energy is like the water of the river, making it hard to resist. Moreover, there is another wonderful aspect of the Great River Sword Art, that is, the power of the Great River Sword Art will be doubled next to the river.
"Then today, the old man will experience the power of the Great River Sword Art!"
The old slave shouted angrily, and two afterimages appeared on his body, two afterimages plus the deity, three silhouettes surrounded Murong Xuanqing in mid-air.
It was extremely fast and appeared around Murong Xuanqing in the blink of an eye.
Three figures, three fist figures.
"boom-"
The fist shadow fell, but was stopped by Murong Xuanqing's sword shadow. Under the sword shadow, the old slave's fist shadow could not hurt Murong Xuanqing at all.
"Miss!"
The old slave shouted.
Although he couldn't help Murong Xuanqing, he could stop him, and this time was the best time.
Shen Qingqing also understood what the old slave meant, and immediately rushed towards the Nine-Colored Shenlian, but before the person passed, several sword lights passed by, and the people brought by Murong Xuanqing blocked Shen Qingqing's way.
"Shen Qingqing, do you think you can get the nine-color divine lotus just by holding on to me? Do you think I have no one?"
Murong Xuanqing said with a smile.
Shen Qingqing really took this matter too simply.
…
Both sides scuffled.
"Master, master!"
Suddenly Lin Heng heard a voice, something was calling his master, Lin Heng glanced left and right and was stunned, he didn't know what it was.
"Who?"
Lin Heng asked.
"The master is my Qinglong!"
Hearing the word Qinglong, Lin Heng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had hallucinations, but he didn't expect it to be true.
"How did you wake up? Aren't you in a coma too?"
Lin Heng asked hurriedly.
"I have never been in a coma. Master, you fought against the existence of Da Luojing's cultivation base. I have never dared to go out because of my low cultivation base, so I have been staying in your storage space."
Qinglong said embarrassedly, he also wanted to help Lin Heng, but in the face of such a battle, he would die if he went out, so he chose to forbear.
Yes, this is forbearance.
Later, Lin Heng fell into a coma, and he didn't come out, so he chose to retreat and practice.
"You come out!"
Lin Heng opened his palm, and Qinglong turned into a small figure and appeared in Lin Heng's palm. Looking at Qinglong, Lin Heng smiled, and finally he had some background.
"Master's nine-colored divine lotus is a holy herb for healing, a treasure of heaven and earth, and you can't find it." Qinglong reminded Lin Heng meanly.
Lin Heng nodded.
Of course he knew it. If he didn't know this, he would have left long ago. He thought that if the other party could lose both, he might be able to profit, but he didn't expect that the Shen family was too bad.
"I know, so I've been waiting here, waiting for them to lose both, but now that you're out, can you help me get the Nine-Colored Shenlian?"
Lin Heng asked.
Lin Heng believed that Qinglong's current cultivation base should be able to do it.
It took a lot of effort to conquer Qinglong.
"sure."
Qinglong said proudly.
Nine-colored lotus is in water, but what is water? He is a blue dragon. As long as he enters the water, no one can do anything about him.
This is all for them.
"Then go quickly!"
Lin Heng asked Qinglong to act quickly, just right after the opportunity for them to restrain each other to pick the nine-color divine lotus, otherwise, once one side loses, it will be difficult to take it from their hands.
"Okay."
Qinglong turned around and disappeared into Lin Heng's palm.
Lin Heng knew that Qinglong had left.
Waiting quietly, the battle between Shen Qingqing and Murong Xuanqing by the river became more and more fierce.
"Looking for death, Jianhe!"
A cold light flashed in Murong Xuanqing's hand, and the sword flow surged out. The monstrous sword energy instantly wrapped the old slave. With a scream, he felt that countless sword shadows passed through the old slave's body.