Chapter 424

Zhuo rusui was very excited. He shouted loudly, and even the ending was broken. It sounded ridiculous.

What he said is even more ridiculous.

Everyone knows that Jing Jiu holds Xianli in his left hand and can't release it. He can only carry it behind his back. When he says so, it seems that he really wants Qilin to hold one hand.

Moreover, the sword cultivation in Youye realm doesn't need the assistance of sword formula. What's the difference between one hand and two hands?

Qilin ignored the crazy green mountain disciple, but lowered his head and dared not look at him. He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and said, "right here?"

Zhao La Yue suddenly opened her mouth and said, "after living for tens of thousands of years, you can't even control your strength. Who is your age?"

She had been silent for a long time and suddenly said sharp words that she would never say at ordinary times because she was really nervous at this time.

She doesn't know what this fangjingyuan means to Jingjiu, but she believes that Jingjiu should be better here.

"I didn't live on your dog anyway."

Qilin said a word indifferently, ignored the crazy green mountain disciple who always looked at a hall in the distance and asked, "start?"

When he spoke, he always stared at Jing Jiu's eyes - he and immortal Bai were both doubting the origin of Jing Jiu. If the other party was really the reincarnation of Jingyang, it's impossible to pay too much attention to it, even if the other party is just wandering in the wild and can be killed by snapping his fingers.

Jing Jiu didn't speak, his wrist moved, and the tip of the black iron sword tilted upward.

This action is very casual and calm, hiding extreme self-confidence. In Qilin's view, it is naturally extremely provocative.

Qilin looked indifferent. He flicked his right hand and attacked Jing Jiu's face door in a straight line like smoke and dust.

This dust looks very fine, but it gives people an extremely terrible feeling, as if it is as heavy as a mountain.

Looking at this picture, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly and knew that she couldn't catch it.

The most important thing is that even if she wants to fight with the forth sword, she can't get out of the sword.

Kirin's seemingly random movements are actually as fast as lightning. People in the quiet garden don't even see when he raises his hand, when he bends his fingers, and when he pops up.

Time seems to solidify at this moment.

He did suppress his realm in the yuan infant period, and his magic power was still terrible.

He has unimaginable power and natural speed that no one can match.

No matter from any point of view, it is impossible for Jingjiu to avoid Kirin's finger, even though his nether fairy sword is mysterious and unpredictable.

But he blocked it.

When Kirin stared into his eyes, he was also looking at Kirin.

What he looked at was not Kirin's hand, not Kirin's shoulder, nor the trace of Kirin's clothes brought by the wind, but Kirin's eyes.

Kirin's eyes moved, and he counted the place where the finger fell in advance.

The broad and ugly black iron sword broke through the air and returned, like a piece of armor, blocking his body, covering his eyes and the sky.

Even the sky can be covered. Naturally, nothing can pass through.

The light smoke fell on the black iron sword accurately.

The burning and melting dirt on the surface of the black iron sword seemed to become elastic, slightly subsided, and then quickly bounced back.

The real power continued to move towards the body of the sword, spread everywhere, and finally returned to the air again, shaking more than ten invisible air waves.

Finally, all this is presented in the form of sound.

It made a light noise, and then turned into a terrible roar in a very short time!

Boom! It's like a thunder on the ground.

Even if the bell of all Zen temples in the world rings at the same time, it can't be hidden!

The air waves rolled up everything in the quiet garden, and the smoke and dust made a great fuss.

Zhuo rusui was pale.

Xi Yiyun spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Bai Qianjun groaned and stepped back two steps.

This is the result of the isolation between the sea crossing monk and the great chang monk.

How much divine power does that finger like light smoke contain?

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Snap a sword.

Sound moves for nine days.

All the monks in Guocheng Temple heard it and went outside the hall one after another and looked back in doubt.

The villagers outside the temple preparing for the new year also heard it clearly and wondered which village had made such a loud thunder.

In the vegetable garden, Liu was ten years old. Listening to the loud noise, he was worried. Naturally, he could hear that it was not thunder.

Xiao He looked at him and said softly, "why don't you... Go and have a look?"

When Liu was ten years old, he was silent for a while. He picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat. He said, "young master won't let me go. Naturally, he has his reason. I listen to him."

Xiao He didn't understand and asked, "aren't you afraid of his accident?"

When Liu was ten years old, he took chopsticks and shredded beef with pickled vegetables, stirred it into the rice, took a big bite hard, and said vaguely, "childe will be fine."

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Well nine is busy.

When the smoke and dust fell, he was no longer in place, but retreated into the rain corridor

His body knocked the rain corridor into a gap several feet deep, as if it were deeply wedged in.

More than a dozen faint but clear sword ideas came out as his hair and clothes fluttered, and the congenital invisible sword body had taken shape.

Qilin just pointed at him casually and forced him to send out all the sword intention.

Yes, Qilin really only used the cultivation of Yuanying period, but his noumenon is... Too powerful.

As once said, he is the existence at the top of Chaotian continent, except the snow country.

But what really shocked the people in Jingyuan was not the power of Qilin, because it was a well-known thing, but... Jingjiu didn't fall.

Well nine came out of the rain corridor, sawdust scattered from his clothes, and blood spilled along the corner of his lips.

He raised his left hand holding Xianli, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and then burned it into smoke without leaving any trace.

No one noticed that several wisps of smoke went in along the finger crack of his left hand.

Looking at this picture, Xi Yiyun was shocked and speechless, and Bai Qianjun was even more shocked - Jing Jiu could catch Qilin!

Kirin squints slightly and takes a step forward.

At this time, there was a sound of breaking drinking in the quiet garden.

"First strike!"

The yeller is still Zhuo rusui, still shouting what everyone knows.

He didn't want to dilute the tension between the games, but wanted to interrupt the rhythm and buy some time for Jing Jiu to reply.

Until this time, he still didn't raise his head. Looking at the black iron sword hanging around Jing Jiu, he thought that the sword should be broken?

The whole Castle Peak knows that Jing Jiu inherited the sword of martial uncle Mo Shiyue peak in those years.

There is nothing special about this iron sword, except some generosity.

As Jing Jiu's state gets higher and higher, more and more people feel sorry for him. They think this iron sword is not worthy of him. Zhuo rusui has always thought so.

With a soft click, a crack appeared on the surface of the black iron sword, and then gradually expanded.

Looking at this picture, Zhuo rusui was very helpless. He thought he had already said that you can't do this sword. What else can you do except get some poison?

"How dare you point at me if you are so shabby?" Kirin stares at Jing Jiu's eyes and says.

Well nine didn't speak and raised the iron sword in his hand again.

With a slap, the weight fell to the ground.

It's not that the iron sword broke, but a piece of rust on the iron sword peeled off, fell to the ground like a stone and broke into several pieces.

Later, will the iron sword break into pieces like this rust?

Jing Jiu was seriously injured, but he didn't have any fear. He still pointed at the Kirin with his sword. The head of the sword fluctuated slightly with the wrist vibration.

Bai Qianjun saw other meanings and was extremely angry. He thought, are you fishing? How rude it is to dare to do such a move to our mountain gods!

With the rise and fall of the iron sword, those black, thick and ugly old rust scale peeled off again, revealing some bright places.

Suddenly the wind blew, and the figure of Jing Jiu suddenly became empty. He came to the sky outside the quiet garden, and then flashed like a candle, and fell on the mountain a few miles away.

This body method is strange and unpredictable, and the speed is very fast. Even the Tiandi Dun method of Zhongzhou school is so extreme.

People in the quiet garden naturally don't know the existence of Youming immortal sword. They wonder if there is such magic power in the legendary innate invisible sword body?

Xi Yiyun's expression was slightly chilly, and he thought of the immortal magic body method that Jing Jiu had shown in the qingtianjian dreamland.

Bai Qianjun's face is even more ugly. On the Buzhou mountain in the dreamland, he and dozens of Qin Guoqiang were killed by Jing Jiu in this state. How can they forget? He didn't expect that Jing Jiu could show such mysterious sword skills in the real world, and it seemed to be more powerful.

Kirin's eyes were colder, which represented anger and killing.

At this time, he was more sure that the figure who escaped from the town demon prison was this person, who killed the Canglong!

When the wind roared, he disappeared from where he was, came to the sky of the mountain in an instant, and blasted down to Jing Jiu with a palm in the air.

Even a dark light is difficult to extinguish in the strong wind.

Well nine swayed and swayed, East and West. Somehow, it broke away from the scope of the palm wind and came to the very high sky.

Unicorn's magic power is terrible. When he hits the air with his palm, he can take back his palm power, break it into countless powerful arrows and sprinkle them into the sky!

At this time, someone in the village outside Guocheng Temple lit firecrackers.

Crackling, countless firecrackers sounded, masking the sound of exploding those powerful arrows.

When people in the quiet garden looked up, they could only see meteors all over the sky and a sword light passing through them. Only the sea crossing monk could vaguely see the figure of Jing Jiu. We can imagine how fast he was at this time.

Zhuo rusui still didn't look up and stared at a shivering wild grass between the stone slabs. His face was a little pale. He silently read in his heart. Is it OK at this time? When on earth? Are you looking at it? The wind stopped and the clouds were quiet. The meteors all over the sky turned invisible. The figure of Jing Jiu appeared again and fell on the ground. He was dressed in white like a cloud and didn't make any sound. Qilin also returned to the quiet garden. It was agreed that he would strike three times, so he only slapped once from the beginning and didn't pursue. Previously, a Kirin's palm in the air turned into a meteor in the sky, which can be regarded as a blow, but considering its status and generation, it has actually gone too far. Zhuo rusui was still worried. He looked at the ground and shouted, "two... Eh?" He suddenly felt dazzled. Well nine's feet seemed to disappear before his eyes for a moment. Then the quiet garden fell into a dead silence When Zhuo rusui lowered his head, there was a sword light in the quiet garden, and then a light sound of wiping. Well nine returned to his place, pale and obviously seriously injured. But no one looked at him. Everyone is looking at Kirin. A very shallow wound appeared on the corner of Qilin's eyebrow, and a small bead of blood was slowly seeping out. He stared into Jing Jiu's eyes and slowly said word by word: "you dare to hurt me..." Jing Jiu said: "take your three records, didn't say you can't fight back." Kirin really didn't expect that Jing Jiu could fight back and dared to think about fighting back under such circumstances. He was unprepared. Moreover, he didn't expect that his body method could be faster, so he was cut by his sword. This is not the key. The most important thing is that he never thought that Jing Jiu's sword could hurt himself. Everyone in the quiet garden didn't think of it. Looking at the falling blood bead on Qilin's eyebrow, he was shocked and speechless. A young man who has been practicing for less than 30 years, but he can hurt Kirin by traveling in the wild? How is that possible! Zhuo rusui was also shocked by the dialogue between the audience. Even if Qilin suppresses himself in her infancy, how can the natural divine body be broken? What kind of sword do you use—— You can't use your own sword. I'm afraid not all the main swords can be used on the nine peaks of the green mountain. Are you using FOSS sword? Zhao La Yue looked at Jing Jiu's back and pinched a sword formula in her left hand to suppress the uneasy Fu Si sword in the sword pill. The sea crossing monk knew more about the situation. Looking at Jing Jiu, he thought, are you using the sharpest sword in the legend? Liu in the garden was ten years old. Looking at the bracelet buzzing on his wrist and looking very excited, he thought, what happened in Guocheng temple? Jing Jiu didn't speak any more. He raised his black iron sword again and aimed it at Qilin. With his movements, the rust on the black iron sword rustled down, gradually revealing the bright body of the sword. The sea crossing monk looked at the sword and felt the sharp, silent but extremely violent complex smell. He was shocked and asked, "what kind of sword is this?" Jing Jiu's eyes became a little empty, and his voice became colder, just like this sword“ Cosmofront. "（ If you are interested, you can take another look at the beginning of Volume 4, which is called "pot in the sky") This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.