There is no verbal war, no words.

The first battle was ruthless, and the arrogance was broken.

Yang Jian looked up, and Qing Lian looked down, and the two of them collided, and they already understood that today was an endless situation.

Qing Lian's gaze was slightly complicated, with shock, remorse, and doubt, but more, it was still cold.

Yang Jian was knowing what this woman was remorseful about, and she was regretting why she didn't kill herself the first time, but she was worried about Fu Dongliu's thoughts and Yang Jian's great kindness to their Pingtian Sword Sect......

"Hmph!" Qing Lian began to transfer the true yuan.

Yang Jian was engrossed, and the blood all over his body was surging, as if a river was rolling!

A terrifying blood qi rushed into the sky, and the spiritual power in the air collapsed!

At this moment, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the sitting boy behind Yang Jian, and the eyes of the two old men, one green and one gray, were also a little surprised.

The old man in Tsing Yi said in a low voice: "What an amazing body refining technique!"

As soon as his words fell, Qing Lian had already raised the frost long sword in his hand, and pointed his finger at Yang Jian, and the long sword slashed directly towards Yang Jian!

"Stop!"

A somewhat poignant sound appeared on the side of the Pingtian Sword Gate, full of trembling sounds.

But the Frost Sword was unmoved, and still slashed towards Yang Jian with the fastest speed and the strongest might.

And Yang Jian, in the afterglow of his gaze, saw Fu Dongliu standing in front of the crowd, the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly bitter, but the gaze under his eyes did not waver at all.

Inhale, clot, fist wind concussion!

Yang Jian's shirt on the upper half of his body was stretched out with a few cracks, and he threw a punch at the slashed frost sword!

Fist vs. blade!

It was originally flesh and blood, but at this time, it was running Xuangong with all its might, and the blood was boiling, and it turned jade-colored, looking so fragile.

And the frost sword, which has been fought three times in a row, killed the enemy's life on the spot, its sharpness, many monks have long understood!

But at this time, Yang Jian resisted the magic weapon Frost Sword with his flesh fist, and it was a jade shatter on the spot!

Poop!

The sound of golden chime!

The group of scattered cultivators widened their eyes and looked at the frost sword that was spinning and flying towards the sky, and they were a little frightened for a while.

This subverts the common sense of their cultivation!

Yang Jian smashed the Frost Sword with one punch, his legs were slightly complete, and then he kicked his legs violently, the stone slab under his feet was directly shattered, and Yang Jian's figure rose into the sky.

He was like a cheetah pounced on food, and pounced directly on Qinglian!

Qing Lian has really been in battle for a long time, and he has fought with people for a long time, and he didn't know how many times, and with a cold snort, his figure moved sideways, leaving only a cold air attacking Yang Jian.

Yang Jian swung his fist to shatter the cold air, but he also had a bit of a posture of dropping ten guilds with one force, but he couldn't control the sky, and his figure fell towards the ground.

Qing Lian had already held the flying frost sword in his hand at this time, and casually drew a circle, and a series of sword shadows formed in the blink of an eye, shooting towards Yang Jian's figure.

"Take your life!"

"By you?"

The blood in Yang Jian's body surged towards his legs, and Yang Jian's descending speed suddenly accelerated, and he could avoid most of the sword shadows.

But there were still a few sword shadows that smashed on him, tearing his clothes, but they couldn't make any scars at all, and Yang Jian could only be hit in pain.

Bang!

The moment Yang Jian landed, a skillful force was carried under his feet, and the stone slab in his body was cracked.

Qing Lian knew that Yang Jian's physical body was extremely strong at this time, but he didn't have many spells, so he immediately held the magic weapon long sword, condensed a series of sword shadows with his true yuan, and blasted at Yang Jian!

Why is Cultivation Gen Shinto more prosperous than Cultivation Technique?

When the two fight, Xiuyuan Shendao can borrow the momentum of heaven and earth, can make magic weapons, and can condense supernatural powers.

A body cultivator of the same level couldn't enter the body of the primordial god monk at all, and he had already been hit all over his body by the magic weapon......

However, this law is obviously not suitable for Yang Jian.

Even though Yang Jian's strength is very close to Qinglian's strength at this time, Yang Jian is not a martial artist who only knows how to swing his fists and kick his legs.

On the contrary, the battle at this time has not exceeded Yang Jian's calculations

Yang Jian's left leg was raised and smashed down, and there was another muffled thunder, and the broken stone slabs were suspended in the air for half a zhang.

One punch, two kicks, a chain of kicks!

Yang Jian's movements were sometimes like a landslide, sometimes like a swimming fish, and sometimes his figure kept flashing, and the broken stone slabs contained his power, shooting towards the green ripples!

Yang Jian could stand the sword shadow sent out by Qing Lian, but Qing Lian couldn't stand the stone slab that Yang Jian punched out at will!

For a while, the sword shadow cut off the rubble, but it was also shattered by the rubble.

In the incessant explosion, the air between Yang Jian and Qinglian was swallowed up by smoke and dust, and this stream of smoke and dust carried Yang Jian's strength, and small gravel still flew towards Qinglian.

The Qinglian Fairy could only keep moving in the air, and Yang Jian was also constantly beating on the ground, using the broken stone slab as a means to frantically consume Qinglian's true yuan.

Qing Lian had already begun to pour the pill into his mouth, and his body was concentrated in more than ten places by fine gravel, and the fluttering feather coat was also dyed with terrible blood.

The smoke and dust were filled, and many monks could barely see the figures in the smoke and dust, up and down, diagonally opposite each other, all of which were constantly moving.

One is like a dragon, the other is fierce and fierce.

Except for the sound of the rubble exploding, the thousands of people in the field did not hear any other sound.

Everyone is staring, lest they miss a detail and lose the capital to brag to others in the future.

Suddenly, I heard a coquettish shout: "Pingtian Sword, Sword Pingtian!"

A flash of sword light suddenly rose into the sky, and it seemed to be an icy long sword that had been magnified hundreds of times, directly penetrating the heavens and the earth!

However, the old man who had been pushed by Yang Jian before shook his head and sighed: "This woman is defeated." ”

That son is a little unclear So, her cultivation is not too high, and at this time, it seems that the stunning beauty named Qinglian is a big victory......

This panicked sword has finally fallen!

It seems to condense the momentum of infinite heaven and earth, and it is also mixed with a stream of pure heaven and earth vitality!

Most of the people watching the battle were distracted, and when they saw the stars falling and the world turned upside down, even the nearly 100 monks who were affected by this move forgot to dodge at this time!

Split the stars!

Cut off the sun and moon!

At this time, Yang Jian, who was standing on the ground, did not change at all, his gaze did not change, and his figure did not look strange at all.

If I have to say anything that has changed before the war, it can only be the robe on his body.

Looking up, looking at the sword shadow that fell from the sky, the corners of his mouth showed a wry smile.

Pingtian Sword Gate, Brother Fu, it's not that I don't give you a chance, if you shout at this moment, then I probably don't have to be too resolute......

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Because it was ridiculous, Yang Jian laughed.

"Hahaha!"

He stood in the smoke and dust, smiling at the sword of heaven and earth slashing down, and the hairband that bound his hair and his upper body clothes were all cut by the fierce sword intent.

Long hair flying!

Cloud Collapse Sword!

This is the name of the punch that Yang Jian gave himself, and after three years of retreat, he has perfected this move!

Although it is a fist technique, it has sword intent!

Yang Jian's left fist slammed into the sky, although slowly, it seemed to make the surrounding space fall into a quagmire!

On his arm, a cyclone emerged, and in the cyclone, a series of pocket swords quickly took shape, exuding endless sword light and infinite sword intent.

And Yang Jian's arm that slammed into the sky seemed to have turned into a mountain peak rising into the sky at this time!

I saw that there were countless holes on the mountain peak, and each hole had a sword floating and sinking, containing sword light, hiding sword intent, gathering on the sword peak, wanting to break through the nine heavens and go!

The smoke and dust rose into the sky!

The sword of heaven and earth that slashed down was directly shattered by the sword peak!

Only the sword peak penetrated the sky, and it seemed to only brush the body of a woman in mid-air, but it directly hit the woman into the sky, and blood flowed everywhere!

The smoke and dust soared into the sky, and the illusion dissipated.

In the very clean and open field, only the young man who came from an unknown place and only said 'First World War' stood there with his chest rising and falling violently, sweating profusely.

The punch just now was already his strongest move at this time, and at this time, the blood all over his body kept rolling, almost breaking the blood vessels and rushing into the meridians, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

A white shadow fell from the sky, it was the sleeve of a feather coat.

Then a piece of crystal powder was blown by the wind, which was the magic weapon sword just now.

At last......

A figure fell from the clouds, barely steadied its body with its last breath, but it also knelt in the center of the clearing in embarrassment.

She was covered in blood, clutching a broken sword, still holding her waist up, and staring at Yang Jian with an arrogant gaze.

Yang Jian retracted his fist and walked towards the woman step by step.

"Brother Yang!" Fu Dongliu shouted in a trembling voice, "Can I deserve this life!"

Yang Jian spoke, his voice a little hoarse, because his blood had not yet calmed down.

"If it is me who loses today, and I also have a brother who begs you for a life, will she agree?"

He had already walked up to Qing Lian and raised his left hand.

Obviously, when she sent out that last sword, she gave you a chance to save her.

If it was even if Fu Dongliu shouted 'Senior Sister has mercy under the sword' at that time, maybe Yang Jian would have chosen to abolish Qinglian instead of coming to this point.

Qing Lian sneered and slowly closed his eyes, but he didn't say a word begging for mercy at all.

Perhaps, in her opinion, it was just an insult to herself.

"Senior Sister Qinglian!"

Everyone in the Pingtian Sword Sect was waiting for the order of the head or peak master, or even a miscellaneous servant.

As long as someone shouts, they can rush out and take the Qinglian Fairy back!

The more than 300 people from the Pingtian Sword Sect all wanted to rush up at this time, but the sitting boy raised his hand, and the two old men behind him glanced over, and the group of people were all shocked.

"Twice you want to put me to death, and you have to bear my revenge today. ”

"Kill you or not...... Sure enough, there are endless troubles......"

The corners of Qing Lian's mouth sneered, there was no remorse, and there was no gaffe, "A monk should be like this, the strong are respected, and they fight for their lives." Heaven is ruthless, everything is fate!"

"Perhaps, you should be a mortal in your next life, and experience the joy of family more, so as not to only have Taoism but lose your humanity. ”

Yang Jian's raised palm always fell, neatly and crisply, without dragging mud and water.

The palm of his hand slapped on Qing Lian's forehead, Qing Lian's body trembled slightly, and then slowly fell forward, but his soul was shattered.

Loud cries, roars, and curses erupted from the side of the Pingtian Sword Gate......

Yang Jian's gaze swept away, looked at the Pingtian Sword Gate, and then walked towards the group of scattered cultivators without saying a word.

The group of loose cultivators subconsciously moved out of the way, silently, no one dared to gasp, and one after another stared at Yang Jian, as if they wanted to keep the appearance of this young monk in their hearts.

This killing embryo, that green ripple is so beautiful, he didn't even blink an eye.

It's really ruthless......