A huge sword shadow swept forward, driving straight in, unstoppable.
When the sword slashed down, the entire white world vibrated loudly, as if it was about to collapse, but it still stopped steadily. When Luo Jianqing turned his right hand, the Shuangfu sword turned into a cyan streamer and flew into his eyebrows.
His goal is this boundless white world.
Xuan Lingjian has followed Xuan Lingzi for five hundred years. Although it is not as tempered by immortal energy as Taihua Sword, it is already a half immortal weapon. One after another cyan sword light bloomed in the direction of Luo Jianqing's slash, and the gold was mixed in it, shaking the white world with majestic power.
The white sky trembled and the white earth trembled.
Every time a sword qi slashed, the world would vibrate violently, and every move of Luo Jianqing exhausted all his strength, and the terrifying spiritual power surrounded him, flashing with dazzling brilliance. Just as Luo Jianqing was fiddling with his hand tricks, instilling his spiritual power with the Xuanling Sword, and preparing to chop down the last sword, he saw a sudden gale in the white world.
First, the raging wind, and then the violent thunder.
Luo Jianqing was obsessed with a Xuanling sword, opposed to this gangster wind and thunder, calmly and calmly counterattacked and defended.
boom! boom! boom!
The lightning and thunder became more and more fierce, and the wind was blowing even more brutally. When the two fought each other to the end, each thunder and turbulent wind was equivalent to the full blow of the monks in the late stage of the transformation of the gods. Luo Jianqing led out the Qinglian Yuanshen, and used the power of the Yuanshen to drive the "Nine Lotus Capture the Heavens Record" ", and then raised the Xuanling Sword to resist.
The powerful roaring sound of collision continued to sound in this white world, and the two sides fought hard to separate. Luo Jianqing's forehead was gradually covered with a layer of fine sweat. He suddenly shrank his eyes, turned a beautiful sword light in his hand, turned his hand to hold the Xuanling sword, shouted long, and stabbed the sword to the ground.
As soon as the sword entered the ground, a loud bang was heard. With Luo Jianqing as the center, a vast and ethereal force spread out.
This force swept around in an irresistible trend, crushing all the thunder and astral wind into powder, and the endless spiritual power escaped from the cold and slender sword of the Xuanling Sword, flooding the entire world.
boom!
The white world suddenly vanished with a deafening shattering sound.
The moment the white color disappeared from sight, Luo Jian held the Xuanling Sword in his hand and looked at him vigilantly. He once again returned to the long and narrow road surrounded by darkness, surrounded by thick darkness, he could not see behind him, nor could he see the front.
However, Luo Jianqing could not be careless.
Da da!
Da da!
A faint sound of footsteps came from the end of the dark road, Luo Jianqing pulled out the Xuanling Sword from the road with his backhand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked forward cautiously. The man's footsteps were not in a hurry, so he walked so casually and indifferently, he could not see his figure in the darkness, only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
When this white figure appeared in front of Luo Jianqing, he silently clenched the Xuanling sword and looked at the other side calmly.
With a cold and oppressive aura, and a handsome face, when this person appeared, he seemed to be standing on the top of the mountains and looking down at all beings. His power has already formed a kind of coercion invisibly, pressing on Luo Jianqing's shoulders. He lowered his eyes and heard the wind in his ears stopped for a moment.
Luo Jianqing pursed his lips, raised his Xuan Lingjian, and pointed at the other party: "Jiulian, do you have to stop me today?"
Yes, this person is Jiulian!
Luo Jianqing still vividly remembers the scene where Jiulian's obsession disappeared, but now, he has met a real Jiulian.
"Your strength is too weak, you are only comparable to Ming Jia back then, you are not as good as Mo Qing, not as good as Cang Ruo, not as good as the former me, and not as good as the me who has long since integrated into the heaven. 』
When that obsession said such words, Luo Jianqing still didn't understand what Jiulian meant. Thirty thousand years ago, among the sixty-four Demon Lords, Cangruo Demon Lord was the well-deserved leader of the group and the only Demon King, and Mingjia Demon Lord was the second strongest in the demon realm under Cangruo Demon Lord. By.
Luo Jianqing has a deep understanding of Jiulian's arrogance, but in this world, when strength and arrogance are compared, that is strength!
There is a kind of power between heaven and earth, so powerful that others have no heart to resist.
Since Luo Jianqing's nirvana, he has not encountered such an enemy for decades. The man was empty-handed, but he just stood there calmly and calmly, and he could make the thunder stop, the wind was mute, the mighty world was only opened for him, and the dark road was only guarded by him, so he had no worries.
However, no matter how powerful the opponent is, Luo Jianqing will never turn back.
Facing his question, Jiulian did not answer. His eyes were cold and indifferent, as if looking at a grain of sand, a dry grass, a small insect. He is the Dao of Heaven, and the Dao of Heaven is him. In his sight, Luo Jianqing is no different from other heaven and earth creatures, they are all cud dogs.
Luo Jianqing's eyes shrank, and when Jiulian hadn't started, he attacked quickly.
The Xuanling Sword turned into a golden sword light, like a wandering dragon, and rushed in front of Jiu Lian in an instant, but just as it was about to touch his face, it suddenly stopped, and the golden sword light shattered!
Luo Jianqing paused at his feet, and the Xuan Lingjian returned to his palm again. When his sword came back, the body of the sword was still vibrating constantly, while Luo Jianqing's left hand tiger mouth had already been shattered, two blood mouths appeared, and the blood flowed like this.
Looking further forward, Venerable Jiulian did not move a step, just stood there calmly and calmly!
There was a prototype in Luo Jianqing's heart immediately, a blue light flashed between his eyebrows, and the next moment, the nine-petal blue lotus sword pattern turned into a sword light and appeared in Luo Jianqing's right hand. Holding the Xuanling Sword in his left hand and the Frost Floating Sword in his right, Luo Jianqing stomped his toes on the ground, and countless bright red reincarnation lines appeared around him.
He fiddled with his hand tricks, and a series of talismans emerged from the sword of the Shuangfu Sword, blooming nine green lotuses.
"go!"
The vast sword light is like a vast wave, rushing towards Jiulian. However, after this sword light, Luo Jianqing slapped the Xuanling Sword in front of him without hesitation, spit out a mouthful of blood essence, and sprinkled it all on the sword. In an instant, golden light erupted from all directions, the Xuanling Sword continued to tremble, and a majestic force emerged from the Xuanling Sword.
boom!
Xuan Lingjian followed Shuangfujian, turned into thousands of sword shadows, and stabbed Jiulian from all directions.
It was at this extremely tense moment that the Frost Floating Sword was already approaching Jiulian, with a sharp blade, blowing Jiulian's long hair back, revealing a face as cold as snow. However, there was not a trace of color in Jiulian Gujing Wubo's black eyes, his right hand shook gently, his long sleeves moved slightly, Luo Jianqing's eyes widened suddenly.
Zheng!
The Frost Floating Sword collided with a blue sword light, but just touched it. The nine green lotuses on its sword shattered and collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then the whole sword flew backwards and flew back. into Luo Jianqing's palm. At the same time, thousands of mysterious spirit swords also stabbed at Jiulian, but he just swayed gently to get the sword light, and then shattered all the countless golden sword shadows.
Everything is only for a moment.
From the movement of Jiulian's fingers, to the successive defeats of the Shuangfu Sword and the Xuanling Sword.
Luo Jianqing held the Xuanling Sword with difficulty, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared blankly at the nine lotus in front of him. I saw that there was an ethereal sword light in the latter's right hand. There was no sword at all. With only a touch of sword light, he didn't even move, and he blocked all Luo Jianqing's attacks and injured him!
Such a difference in strength made Luo Jianqing tremble in his heart, but he did not feel afraid.
His eyes were wide open, and he rushed up again with two swords, with a fierce momentum, Jiu Lian raised his eyes slightly, and blocked Luo Jianqing's attack with the sword light. One after another powerful impact occurred continuously on this black road, the shock wave of spiritual power blasted all around, Luo Jianqing constantly attacked, and Jiu Lian resisted it again and again.
It seems that Jiu Lian was suppressed by Luo Jianqing and always passively defended, but in fact, every attack of Luo Jianqing was easily blocked by Jiu Lian. He didn't change his face, just raising his sword, he could resolve all Luo Jianqing's moves.
No, it's not even a sword at all, it only needs a sword light to resist everything!
Jiulian only used less than 50% of her strength, but Luo Jianqing almost tried her best.
Another attack came, Luo Jianqing used "Nine Lotus to Capture the Sky" to make the Shuangfu Sword form a phantom, and rushed to Jiu Lian in the blink of an eye. This time, Jiu Lian still raised his hand to block the sword lightly, but when he just blocked the sword back, he saw Luo Jianqing suddenly holding the body of the Xuanling Sword, clenching it hard, and the blade suddenly froze. The palm was pierced, and the body of the sword was stained red with blood.
"At least, let you use all your strength and use your sword!"
Luo Jianqing suddenly stabbed the Xuan Lingjian towards his feet. When the Xuan Lingjian stabbed into the ground, Jiu Lian's unwavering eyes finally trembled slightly, and looked down at the ground.
At this moment, in the extreme north, countless Venerables have long been stunned by this scene. They watched the three mythical beasts continue to attack Li Xiuchen and were blocked by Thunder again and again. The sky was filled with thick darkness, and no one knew how long such an attack had taken, but in the black sky, streaks of golden rays of light flashed downward.
When the golden beam hit the three divine beasts, the phoenix roared and the unicorn roared.
The golden dragon suddenly uttered a shocking dragon roar, and the mighty divine beast coercion shook all the venerables present three steps back. At this moment, I saw that the illusory golden dragon opened his mouth to speak, rushed towards Li Xiuchen angrily, and roared: "Jiulian! For 30,000 years, you have a trace of remorse, and you have atonement!"
With Jinlong as the leader, the phantoms of the other two divine beasts also rushed towards Li Xiuchen frantically.
At this moment, the attacks of the three divine beasts became more ferocious, and the thunderbolts surrounding Li Xiuchen also blocked these attacks more fiercely.
Among the many venerables, hearing this voice, the blue-clothed Demon Venerable suddenly trembled, but not far away, the red-clothed Demon Venerable rushed forward suddenly, as if something was involved in him, wanting to Pull him to the golden dragon's side.
Qi Luo's eyes widened: "Palace Master!"
Before he had time to move, he saw a stream of light flashing by, Jin Li grabbed Mo Qianqiu's arm and dragged him back abruptly. Jin Li lowered his eyes indifferently, raised his hand on Mo Qianqiu's chest, and wiped it lightly, it seemed to cut something.
There was only a calm expression on his handsome and dignified face, and Jin Li whispered, "How."
Mo Qianqiu frowned, his eyes flickered slightly, and he turned his face away and said, "...It's okay."
And above the 9,999-zhang sky, Luo Jianqing raised his hand and wiped the blood from his lips.
His left palm was cut by the Xuan Lingjian, and there was dazzling blood, but he raised his lips, his eyes were clear, and he said calmly and loudly: "Thirty thousand years ago, you let the sixty-four demons and the eighty-one People cultivate in the extreme north, so that they can share the coercion of heaven for you. Of course, letting those venerables share the coercion of heaven is only the most inferior way. As far as you are concerned, you are not as good as him. Even if you die, you will protect him first, and protect—Li Xiuchen!”
On the dark road, Jiulian's figure had a moment of nothingness, and his face was slightly pale.
He raised his eyes to look at Luo Jianqing, still didn't say a word, as if he was a dead man, he would only dance his sword again and again to resist. But this time, when Luo Jianqing finished speaking, he pinched his fingers, and the cyan sword light in his right hand was instantly crushed. When he raised his hand again, from his palm, a slender straight sword gradually appeared.
First, the sharp and cold sword tip, and then the smooth and bone-piercing blade. When the simple and unpretentious hilt appeared in Jiu Lian's palm, a cyan sword ear gently fell down.
Luo Jianqing looked down at the sword spike for a long time, and said, "This is what Senior Mo Qing personally tied to the sword hilt before you conquered the sky."
Jiulian didn't seem to hear it, he raised his sword forward, his eyes were dark, as if he had no soul.
Luo Jianqing sighed softly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already cold.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and in the next second, they all stepped forward!