Chapter 426

So fast!

Looking at this picture, the people in the quiet garden were shocked and speechless.

Zhuo rusui didn't see it. At this time, he heard the sound of the sword breaking the air.

Bai Qianjun looked pale and knew that if he stood opposite Jing Jiu, he would have been killed by a sword.

The word "fast" is sometimes used to describe sharpness and more often to describe speed.

The scale of the universal front sword is completely removed and becomes much thinner. Like a piece of paper, you can give full play to your speed and sharpness.

It should not be as sharp as Buer sword, but it is faster than Buer sword.

It should not be as fast as Firth, but it is more lethal than Firth.

In a sense, the cosmofront has formed a perfect balance between speed and sharpness, which is incomparably consistent with the nether fairy sword of Jingjiu.

Even though Qilin was already on guard, he still stabbed him in one fell swoop.

"What's the point?"

Qilin looked at the shadow of Dao Dao sword brought by Jing Jiu's clothes and said indifferently, "although you and your sword are fast enough, they are not strong enough."

As an ancient divine beast with the highest rank on the continent, the divine body is still not bad after transforming human beings. The cosmofront has been extremely powerful and can break his skin, but it can't bring a deeper wound after all. Even if there are thousands more such wounds, even if it shed thousands of drops of blood, what can it do?

The wind suddenly blew in the quiet garden because Qilin took a deep breath.

He has been ready for a long time, and then there must be a thunderous blow. How can Jingjiu catch it?

The remnant of Jing Jiu's clothes suddenly dispersed and disappeared from the original place, so he had to leave the quiet garden.

Since there was no way to catch it, he left first to avoid the quiet garden full of ancient authority. For any fast sword repair, he should make such a choice at this time, but the sea crossing monk was a little worried, because he knew that Jing Jiu was not an ordinary sword repair, and guessed that he should be preparing for adventure.

With a cold hum, Kirin lifted up from the ground and directly sealed the road to the sky.

With a bang, the door of Jingyuan was broken, and Jingjiu came outside with more than ten sword lights.

Kirin turned into a clear light and went away with it. The speed was not bad at all, and even faster. It was full of prestige.

Today, there are many ordinary monks who practice and chant scriptures outside the quiet garden. They are evacuating at this time, and they have not had time to withdraw completely.

Kirin came under pressure and blew up countless strong winds. The wind blew up fallen leaves and gravel. The sky was dark and the earth was in chaos. I don't know how many monks fell to the ground with broken heads and blood.

The array of Guocheng Temple finally started.

Accompanied by countless chants of scriptures and the sound of wooden fish, about 3000 Scripture characters rose into the air from various temples, Zen chambers and stone towers and turned into Buddha fire in the sky.

Open fire venerable mountain protection array!

This array completely separates the surrounding area of the quiet garden and seals everything inside. Even if Kirin wants to break out of the array, it will take some time.

Qilin doesn't care about these things at all. He still chases Jing Jiu. Where he passes, big trees fall and ancient clocks fall to the ground.

Jingjiu walks through three thousand dharmas like ghosts, sometimes even like a Buddha fire.

The mountain protection array of the fire venerable made it impossible for him to leave Guocheng temple, but in a relatively small area, the strange body method of Youming fairy sword brought him a lot of benefits.

In the face of Qilin's pursuit, he actually lasted for some time, but he couldn't get rid of each other.

The one in the Buddha fire suddenly disappeared, and the clear light following it also disappeared.

There was a slight rub.

The figure of Jing Jiu and Kirin shows up.

The sword in his hand had been inserted into Kirin's chest, and blood kept flowing out.

The cosmic front didn't penetrate into Kirin's body deeply, about several inches, but why didn't Kirin avoid this sword?

The gate of Jingyuan has been destroyed, and the sea crossing monk saw the picture at that moment.

Buddha fire annihilated, well nine appeared, raised his sword.

The clear light disappeared, and the Kirin appeared and advanced several steps.

In a sense, it's not that Jing Jiu stabbed Qilin with a sword, but that Qilin hit the sword.

It's like a rabbit bumping into a tree and a man bumping into something.

This scene has some absurd pictures, which means that Jing Jiu has really kept the same.

Not to mention the realm, this body method is unimaginable.

Qilin was not angry because of his injury, and there was no pain in his deep eyes. He was still indifferent.

"Do you think your plan succeeded? Don't forget, I haven't done it yet. "

The pursuit between the Buddha fire in the sky is only the first half of the pursuit. Kirin has not used the third attack that has been ready for a long time.

Jing Jiu felt the unshakable feeling of the sword body like a giant mountain. He knew that the other party locked the cosmofront with the Kirin divine body.

With his current state and strength, he can't pull the cosmofront out of Kirin's body. Now he has three choices: one is to abandon the sword, the other is to explode all the sword yuan, and strive to let the cosmofront penetrate Kirin's body and seriously hurt him. The third is to stand in place, hold the sword handle and wait to bear Kirin's most terrible blow.

He chose the third, even if it was likely to be smashed into meat mud.

"If you can reach the peak of breaking the sea, or take this sword, I will be afraid, but after all, you are just a weak person now, so..."

Kirin didn't make a move. He continued to improve his momentum and authority until he reached the highest level. Then he broke his voice and shouted, "go to hell!"

At the end of the speech, he punched Jing Jiu in the face.

A seemingly simple fist contains the weight of a real mountain, and Kirin's fist is more terrible than an ordinary magic weapon.

Facing such a terrible fist, Jing Jiu didn't have any emotional fluctuations. He stepped back and revealed his left hand, which was always behind him.

A few faint golden lights leaked out from his fingers, emitting an intoxicating and far better meaning than the spring breeze.

That's immortality.

The whole practice world knows that Jing Jiu's left hand holds the immortal book, which has never been loosened.

From the end of the conference, he has held it for six years.

The immortal book seemed to have been integrated with his left hand.

Looking at the picture outside Jingyuan, Bai Qianjun remembered the picture outside qingtianjian six years ago.

At that time, he punched Jingjiu and nearly died of a broken body. Fortunately, he was saved by immortal Bai.

Does Jing Jiu want to repeat his old skill?

Bai Qianjun thought coldly that if you think that holding Xianli's fist can be compared with that of Kirin's ancestor, you really deserve to die.

Many people say that thinking is the fastest thing in the world, but since thinking takes time, there is naturally a difference in speed. The speed of well nine deduction calculation is extremely fast, which doesn't mean that everyone is the same. In fact, the thinking speed of most people in the world is definitely not as fast as that of Kirin and his fist.

When Bai Qianjun's mind flashed the previous idea, Jing Jiu's left fist had met Qilin's fist.

There was no air splash, no smoke, not even the huge roar of impact.

Both he and Kirin have reached the highest level of power in the world. All power is given to each other without any leakage.

There was only a slight click.

Then there was the sound of the earth being torn apart.

It's a real tear.

A deep gully appears on the bluestone ground, leading to the quiet garden.

Jing Jiu was lying at the end of the gully. His face was still calm, but his face was extremely pale. He was obviously seriously injured.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his phalanges, carpals, arms and even the bones of his shoulders.

If it weren't for the special body, those bones would have been broken into countless pieces.

The battle is not over yet, because Kirin's third offensive continues.

His fist blew out a light mass formed by green light, entered the quiet garden and came to Jingjiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu's left hand is reluctant to hold Xianli. How can he lift it against the enemy?

If Zhao Layue could react, she would definitely stand in front of him.

But the battle between Jing Jiu and Kirin has gone beyond her realm. She has no time to do anything. This made her regret. She shouldn't have listened to Jing Jiu a few years ago. If she broke into the middle of the wild at that time, she should at least have time to call forth the Fu Si sword to block it.

Jing Jiu's eyes were still very calm. He didn't even raise his sword. He didn't know what he was thinking.

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Kirin stopped drinking and died.

Well nine is really dying.

But just then, Qilin heard someone say the same sentence.

"Go to hell."

The voice came from below him, very calm, like a polite request.

Qilin looks at it with Yu Guang and finds that it is an old monk doing Dharma outside the quiet garden.

The old monk has nothing special except ugliness.

The ugly red nose of distiller's grains and the sparse dry hair that has just grown and hasn't been shaved off in time will make anyone feel extremely disgusted.

The old monk held a Vajra pestle that seemed to be ground from black stone in his hand.

The tip of the Vajra pestle had been deeply inserted into Kirin's waist.

At this moment, Qilin's mind gave birth to countless questions.

When he emerged from the Buddha fire, his divine consciousness had fully mastered the situation in the field and found the old monk who fell to the ground and didn't know his life or death.

When did the old monk sit up and why didn't he feel it? When did the old monk insert this Vajra pestle into his body? Most importantly, what is this Vajra pestle? Zen is profound, but there are a few wisps of black smoke on the surface. It can stab into your body, and it hurts so much

"Ah!" Qilin let out a shriek of pain and anger.

The Vajra pestle brought him real harm, including dignity.

After many years, I left Yunmeng Mountain and traveled in the world. I was hurt by an unknown person!

"Evil sect children dare to attack me! Die! "

Qilin is dazzled by his rage and begins to frantically improve his level.

The Vajra pestle in the old monk's hand is possessed by magic, and the black smoke is cold. It is obviously a means of evil sect. Naturally, he doesn't need to suppress the realm in the period of Yuanying.

The two horns on the top of the unicorn's head became several feet long, as bright as coral, and its breath became powerful and majestic as the sea.

In a very short time, he raised his realm to the middle of Mahayana!

Kirin has not completely recovered his body, and heaven and earth have produced induction.

Countless clouds came over Guocheng temple, and thunder and lightning accumulated in it!

The palm of Qilin's hand fell on the old monk's head, heavier than Lei Wei!

A soft snap.

The old monk greeted him with his back palm, but he took it lightly!

The black smoke with both gloomy and violent meanings kept overflowing from the old monk's palm, mixed with the golden light emitted from the Kirin's palm, and became bright but dark, just like lava about to condense, shining his ugly face more clearly.

"Even if you are noumenon, I am not afraid at all, let alone now?"

The old monk looked at Qilin and laughed.

His smile was full of greed and complacency. It was not like a strong man with a high realm, but more like a monster who saw delicious food.

Qilin suddenly had a great warning in his heart. It was a real danger. It was even more dangerous than the hidden thunder in the sky!

Even if his strength after incarnation is far less than that of the noumenon, how many people in the world can catch the full palm of the middle of Mahayana?

He can't care so much anymore. Li Xiao will change back to his own body. Even if he risks the falling of sky thunder, he will leave here.

But the old monk didn't give him a chance. He rolled his eyes, kicked his legs out like lightning and slammed them heavily on Kirin's thigh.

A loud bang.

Kirin flew into the sky, turned into a small black spot, turned into a line, flew to the horizon, and collapsed a mountain on the way!

The next moment, I could see the milky white light of the magic weapon shining on the other side of the mountain, and the dark cloud came down with it, falling thunder, but did not stop the black spot.

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On the eaves of Chenghua hall, the white cat looked at the Kirin spraying blood on the other side of the mountain. A flash of evil intention flashed in her eyes and she was going to hunt down... But she felt a tight neck.

Yin San grabbed the hair behind its neck, held it in his arms, looked at the mountain and said, "Bai's family is coming, ADA, let's let the ugly deer go first today?"

His tone was very kind and gentle. He used the tone of inquiry, but the white cat was stiff and didn't dare to follow.

Yin San turned his head and looked at the direction of Jingyuan. Looking at the Xuanyin ancestor who had floated over the Jingyuan, his eyes were slightly cold and said, "what a pity."

The white cat didn't know that he was talking about Xuanyin ancestor. He thought he was talking about Qilin's escape. Unfortunately, he quickly meowed twice to agree, and then asked carefully with his divine sense: "immortal, is this your martial brother's Bureau against Zhongzhou?"

Jing Jiu fled to the garden with the nether fairy sword, but happened to fall next to Xuanyin's father. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem to be a coincidence, but a game.

"Kirin is just a side deal." Yin San looked at Jing Jiu who had just stood up from the gully and said, "he is the one I want to kill."

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Everything happened too fast.

Seeing that Qilin's fist is about to fall on Jing Jiu, he is seriously injured by an old monk.

Kirin raised the realm to the middle of Mahayana, and even almost revealed his body in the end, but he was still not the opponent of the old monk, and was directly pushed out of Qianshan.

In the whole process, the old monk sat on the ground and never stood up.

Who is this old monk? The abbot of Guocheng temple is still a reclusive floor sweeper?

How many people in the world can do such a thing?

The old monk flew over the quiet garden, and the Vajra pestle made of black stone had disappeared.

People in the quiet garden feel very clearly that the old monk's breath is unfathomable, and he is an evil monk!

The old monk clapped his palm at Jingyuan, and the target was Jingjiu!

The kylin of Yuanying period beat Jing Jiu so badly. When kylin recovered to Mahayana cultivation, he was beaten so badly by the old monk. According to this inference, if the realm of Qingshan sect is divided, the old monk must have been the peak realm of Tongtian. In the cultivation world of Chaotian continent, he can also rank in the top ten.

When did such a devil come out of the evil way?

Looking at the old monk, the people in the quiet garden had the idea of despair and thought that well nine would die.

At this time, something happened in Jingyuan.

Zhuo rusui raised his head and looked at the old monk.

Previously, whether it was Kirin and Jingjiu's sword pairs or other times, he always stared at the ground, watched the wild grass swagger, watched the wild grass shake into powder by Kirin's threat, and then died with the wind.

This is the first time he looked up in the quiet garden of Guocheng Temple today. He saw the old monk's face at a glance and subconsciously said, "how ugly." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.