Li Qingyin smiled slightly, and said without pointing it out, "Senior Brother Li, only Bu Yixuan has this qualification for the third person, and there is no second among the younger generation in the upper world."

"Impossible?"

Li Chengze was stunned: "I asked myself that the swordsmanship has reached the middle level of sword heart enlightenment. There are not many swordsmanship masters who can reach this point in the upper realm. Please don't underestimate your senior brother."

Li Qingyin frowned and said, "Senior brother, don't insist, Qingyin has decided."

Lin Muzhao smiled indifferently: "Li Chengze, if you feel that your cultivation is above Junior Brother Bu, you are very wrong. The sword power he has is far beyond your imagination. Okay, Junior Sister Qingyin, you can do it."

"Um!"

In an instant, two peerless figures flew out together. The moment they activated the holy energy in their bodies, an extremely surging sword rules evolved around them. The feeling of showing sharpness was very amazing. Before Li Qingyin arrived first, the sword intent came, strands of golden words rose from the ground, shrubs, and grass leaves, and turned into sword intents and directly slashed towards the saint of the Yellow Springs in a crazy killing. Lin Muzhao's sword light was like water, and he swung out with one sword, splitting the two blue waves. His mastery of the artistic conception of the Shuihan sword instinct was no less than that of Shang Zhuyue, who was ranked among the saints!

...

"Chi Chi Chi Chi--"

Two powerful sword intents slashed the surrounding earth and rocks, and directly shook the sword of the Saint of the Yellow Springs back. He couldn't help but open his eyes wide and see clearly who was the sudden sword that was so powerful.

In the mist, Li Qingyin's graceful figure walked out of the air, and words flew out from the golden holy aura in her chest, gathering into a Confucian and Taoist sword scripture artistic conception, greatly increasing the power of each sword, while Lin Muzhao walked out from the right side, with the same graceful posture, with ripples rhythmic under her slender feet, and each rhythmic movement added a sword intent.

Although the two saints are only semi-saint realms, they are both amazing and amazing women in the upper realm, and their true combat power is catching up with some lower-level saint realms powerhouses.

"Interesting, two good little girls."

The Saint of Huangquan straddled his sword, his face full of arrogance and disdain, and said with a smile: "Can you no longer send a decent saint in the upper realm? You actually let two pretty girls die. Since that's the case, I will fulfill you!"

The battle knife raised a green true dragon magic figure, and the dragon roar shocked the world, forcing the monks in the upper realm to retreat one after another. Only Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao were able to remain unmoved. Who would have thought that the two most outstanding saints of the two academies, the palace masters, and the wounds of the palace masters, would eventually need the two most outstanding saints of the younger generation to fight against the powerful enemy.

Li Qingyin's white jade sword swung, and suddenly the true meaning of a sword scripture was stirred up. At the same time, it also merged with three Guiyuan and Tianfeng Sword Techniques. The move she used was the windless waves of Tianfeng Sword Technique. Her windless waves were the same moves used by Zuo Qiulin and Zhou Hanwen, but had a unique charm. It was not at the same level at all. Both the perception and the power were more than several times stronger.

Lin Muzhao stabbed with a sword, and waves of water appeared around the sword blade. In a blink of an eye, a whirlpool appeared in front of him. The endless sword intent surged, and the nine-level sword aura roared wildly, and the heaven and earth changed color.

"Boom~~~"

With one blow, the sword intention of the Saint of the Yellow Springs was completely destroyed, and it was evenly matched.

For a moment, a strong murderous intent appeared on the face of the Saint of Huangquan: "Two little girls are looking for death!"

The second and third swords galloped away, and the Saint of the Yellow Springs set off a turbulent tide, and the mystery of the rules of the swords appeared all over his body. A green light soared into the sky, forming a peerless battle knife that penetrated above his head. This is the embodiment of the swordsmanship level practice to the realm of unity, and it is probably already the upper level of the realm of unity.

Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao showed their own abilities, especially Li Qingyin, who evolved the power of the sword heart united, and the Confucian Saint Sword Classic burst into a brilliance, and a sword pillar rushed out from the top of his head, connecting with Yunxiao, forming a self-contained sword space around, enduring more than 60% of the force, which made Lin Muzhao feel better.

"My junior brother, you're ready to take action." Lin Muzhao said while swinging his sword technique.

At this time, I was hiding in the mist, and had activated all the five hundred inscriptions in the invisible cloak. My whole body seemed to have disappeared in an instant. I carried the Immortal Bone Sword to launch an attack from the Void Spirit Realm. Just as the Saint of the Yellow Springs shocked Li Qingyin to vomit blood and retreated, the Immortal Bone Sword suddenly swept away, turning into white light and stabbing at the Tiantu Point Death Gate of the Saint of the Yellow Springs.

"wishful thinking!"

The Saint of Huangquan shouted loudly, and green flames burst out all over his body. Bloody rule symbols appeared in his red eyes again. The time around began to stagnate, and he clearly displayed the power to control time. Moreover, his power was too strong, and there were almost signs of stagnation within a radius of dozens of miles. The leaves were stuck in the air, and the birds stopped at the moment when they flapped their wings.

But the Saint of Huangquan did not stop, but instead opened his hand with one hand and turned into a tiger claw and rushed towards the Immortal Bone Sword.

I underestimate me too much.

What you want is this God-given opportunity!

"laugh--"

A white flame suddenly appeared on the edge of the sword of the Immortal Bone Sword, which broke through the time rules of the Yellow Spring Saint as if it was pierced through a layer of paper. With the time rules, it was obvious that the Yellow Spring Saint was slightly inferior. Even though he was a sage from the Middle Ages, the will of the sword spirit of my sword came from the sacred of the ancient times, which was even more mysterious. The speed instantly surpassed the Yellow Spring Saint. The sword blade almost flipped suddenly, bypassed his palm, and stabbed it at a very fast speed.

"Hey!"

The face of the Saint of Huangquan was full of ferocious smile, and wisps of blue fire appeared on his body, gathering into a blue armor, covering the golden body stitch. No wonder he was so sure. It turned out that there was such a trump card. The power of this heavy blue fire armor was very strong. Not to mention me, even if a real sword saint came, he would never be able to break it with his sword!

However, at this moment, a mysterious light of sword spirit will rule appeared on the blade of the Immortal Bone Sword again, which was the mastery of the sword rules of the second level of space. With a "swish", the Immortal Bone Sword completed a leap in the air, and through the power of the blue armor and the golden body, the sword intent blasted into the muscles of the Saint of Yellow Springs. The nine-level sword aura burst out instantly, and thirty-six times the power burst out together.

"puff!"

Black blood splashed out, the acupoint was broken, and the first time the Saint of the Yellow Springs bleed, the inscription pattern of the Golden Body Sword began to collapse, like a dam that was cracked under the impact of a craziness, and could not be curbed. But at this moment, the Saint of the Yellow Springs had a great murderous spirit in his eyes. He slapped out his palm as his injuries worsened, and he growled: "Die!"

"Sword Bell of All Things!"

The sword intent in my body exploded, forming a thick qi. At the same time, all the sword auras of protective bodies appeared. I burst out my strongest power almost instantly, just to save my life.

"boom--"

My eyes turned dark and my body had already flown out. The palm of the Saint of Huangquan had the momentum to destroy the world. Endless green fire penetrated into my chest. Before I could land, I vomited blood. Four or five ribs on my chest were broken, and the tingling sensation was overwhelming.

"Bu Yixuan!"

"Junior brother!"

Li Qingyin and Lin Muzhao held my arms left and right, but the blue flames immediately spread, swallowing their delicate bodies together. The two of them vomited blood almost at the same time, flew out with me, breaking the death gate of a holy corpse, the price was too high.

With the rumbling sound, the three of them crashed into a dense forest and finally fell into a valley, which was extremely bleak.

In the distance, Shang Zhuyue struggled to get up, her face full of joy: "It's great, attack me, kill this holy corpse at all costs, search for the holy corpse forest, and force the culprit out!"

Dongfang Qi waved his sword blade and ordered the Imperial Army to launch an offensive.

...

"Saint Junior Sister!"

The fastest person was Zhang Xiuping. He rushed over with a sharp sword in his hand. The moment he saw me, a strong murderous intent passed through his eyes. I could no longer move. I lay among a pile of crushed stalagmites and panting. There was still a blue flame flying in my body, constantly burning the five internal organs and textures. The flames came from the combination of holy energy and the rules of death, which was probably no less than the poison of the Nine Netherworlds!

Lin Muzhao knew the pros and cons of the matter, struggled to get up from the ground regardless of his injuries. He leaned against the gravel, his long sword was slightly messy, and his eyes were like water: "Zhang Xiuping, I'm fine, go and help kill the holy corpse!"

"No, you are so seriously injured and need someone to protect you."

Zhang Xiuping had approached me, and his murderous intent was even stronger in his eyes.

"Zhang Xiuping!"

Li Qingyin hugged my arm at the moment of severe injury, but did not let go at this time. A little blood stained on her white clothes, including mine and hers. At this time, she was lying in my arms, with a pair of beautiful eyes showing a fairy charm. She pressed one hand on the hole of my arm to penetrate the holy energy into the holy energy of the rule of death. She knelt up in a slightly embarrassed manner, raised her hand to suck the Qingyin sword in the distance into her hand. The Confucian Holy Sword Book shone brightly and said, "I am here to protect them, it's okay, go and kill the evil spirits."

Zhang Xiuping frowned. He couldn't figure out how much Li Qingyin's strength was left, but he knew that Li Qingyin was a master on the semi-saint list. Even if only 30% of the strength was left was enough to kill him. Moreover, if he could not kill three people at the same time at this time, the two saints would definitely reveal the truth to the world. By then, the feather clan would still not escape the extermination of the clan.

Zhang Xiuping is a smart person and will not take risks. He nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I'll go first."

Seeing Zhang Xiuping's figure walking away, Li Qingyin frowned slightly and spit out a mouthful of blood again, her body was shaking. Sure enough, her injuries were even worse, attracting most of the green fire power in my body. Her injuries were much heavier than Lin Muzhao and I.

"It's very dangerous."

Lin Muzhao lowered his voice, looked at the battlefield in the distance with beautiful eyes, and said, "It is always a hidden danger for people like Zhang Xiuping to stay in Bailu Palace. Perhaps after this decisive battle, I should talk about this with my master."

Li Qingyin nodded: "Well, it must be done once and for all."

At this moment, a figure approached, and it was Lu Qingshu and the second person in Bailu Palace.

"Saint Junior Sister, Junior Brother Bu!"

He frowned, and when he looked at us, he knew that his injuries were extremely serious. He immediately turned around and pulled his sword to stab the ground. With a low shout, a huge restriction was opened around the sea of ​​Confucian and Taoist Qi. He stood there with a sharp sword in his hand and said in a deep voice: "You heal your wounds as soon as possible, I will not let anyone step into this place again."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Lu Qingshu." Lin Muzhao said gratefully.
Chapter completed!