The black-robed jade sword is clearly distinguished by black and white.

Qiu Yucheng fell lightly like a dead leaf in the yard. The white jade sword automatically pulled away from the soles of his feet. The tip of the sword stood upwards and floated about a foot behind him. The hilt of the sword was level with his tail bones.

Qiu Yucheng snapped his fingers, and the dust stained on his fingers shook down. Under Qiu Yucheng's gaze, a blue light flashed. The light gathered in the air into an arrow shape, constantly changing its outline, and finally the arrow pointed to the ancient well.

Light dust leads the way, and Taoism can track down its original place based on the ashes.

Qin Lang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the arrow would point to the bookstore, but it seemed that his hiding place had not been exposed yet.

Qiu Yucheng looked down at the lettering at the wellhead and whispered: "Ru Yu!"

Two green lights in his eyes shot straight into the wellhead and reached the water at the bottom of the well. A cold air rushed over. Qiu Yucheng pressed his temple with both hands, and his eyes were full of green light.

I would like to ask the heavens to dispel the curse, the green light breaks the obstacles, and the Dharma to understand the true nature!

boom!

The well water was turbulent, the waves were rippling, and under the green light, the water surface changed into struggles and howling faces, and the light waves flashed, competing for hideousness.

Qiu Yucheng listened with his ears. He suddenly straightened his body, turned around and looked at the Bookstore, with a sneer on the corner of his lips.

The Bai Yu Sword did not turn around with him, because Qiu Yucheng's turn turned into the Bai Yu Sword in front of his body.

Qiu Yucheng said slowly: "Monster, don't you show up quickly!"

Qin Lang suspected that Qiu Yucheng was bluffing, just like a child playing hide-and-seek. He kept saying that I saw you, but in fact he didn't see you at all.

But the white jade sword began to shrink slowly. Although the sword body shrank, the cold light of the sword body kept rising. Although it was separated by a wall, you could feel the murderous aura of the sword body.

Qin Lang's hand fell on the hilt of the knife and no longer felt lucky.

The white jade sword bathed in the moonlight had already obtained enough energy. The moment he attacked, all the light was restrained in the sword body. The white jade sword about inch length turned into a straight white light, penetrated the grid window, and headed straight for Qin Lang's hiding position.

Qin Lang, who was fully alert, was still not sure to avoid the shooting of the flying sword, because the speed of this sword completely exceeded his imagination. He did his best to bow and dodge, leaving his destiny as much as possible.

Successfully avoided the flying sword, and then a very embarrassed rolled on the spot. He could no longer see the direction of the sword and could only escape based on his feelings.

After missing the target for the first time, the White Jade Sword did not slow down. He turned a corner in the air and rushed straight to Qin Lang. The light shone out, and the snow-bright sword light shone brightly on the entire dark bookstore.

One inch of sword body, the sword light has expanded to five feet, and the sword edge points to Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang looked at the dazzling sword light and sighed in his heart that the other party's strength was far better than himself, and he might be doomed this time.

A red figure appeared in front of him without warning, and his white and jade-like slender hands grabbed into the air.

The jade sword is naturally accomplished, and I got it by my wonderful hand!

Qin Lang already knew who the person who was standing in front of him was, and his heart was in agitation. He thought Yan Ruyu had lost his soul, but he didn't expect that her soul was always by his side. This meant that he had succeeded in painting her. Before her soul was lost, Yan Ruyu entered his hand-painted portrait, but she didn't say anything, which caused him the illusion of failure. Yan Ruyu was not kind.

Yan Ruyu pinched the blade of the Baiyu Sword with her slender fingers. The Baiyu Sword trembled violently at her fingertips, like a small fish that was constantly struggling and jumping.

In the courtyard separated by a wall, Qiu Yucheng's eyes shook with green light, and he clearly felt the struggle of his beloved magic weapon. A very cold force was trying to cut off the connection between him and Bai Yujian.

Although Qiu Yucheng was expelled from the Jiuyou Sect, he had never slacked off in spiritual cultivation. He is now a great spirit master of fourth grade and third grade. By breaking through the third grade, he can reach the fifth grade master realm of all kinds of spirits. Ren Xiaocheng valued him because of his strong strength.

Qiu Yucheng took his spiritual energy into his body and tried to retract the White Jade Sword. He had already had a sense of mutual understanding with the magic weapon. But the White Jade Sword was still under the control of the other party, which was definitely not a good sign for Qiu Yucheng.

He clenched his right fist and hit the Bookstore from the air.

The air in front of the fist suddenly compressed and then quickly amplified, and the force of the fist was already transmitted to the wall.

boom!

The wall was covered by the force of the fist, and a giant fist print with a diameter of up to three feet appeared on the wall, just like opening a door on the wall.

In the smoke and dust, a red shadow flew out. Yan Ruyu held the white jade sword in his right hand and stood in the sky in the sky in a foot-high night sky. Her pair of beautiful eyes as cold as an eternal ice spring looked at Qiu Yucheng coldly.

Qiu Yucheng looked at the White Jade Sword that was easily bound by her fingers with just her, and the murderous thoughts in her heart were like mushrooms growing wildly after a rain.

For a monk, the flying sword is equivalent to his second life, and it is like the biological flesh and blood that is born in ten months of pregnancy. This female ghost in red actually openly seized the sword in front of him, which was extremely insulted.

"Overbial ability!"

Qiu Yucheng's eyes were full of green light, and two green beams of light were covering Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu pinched the white jade sword that was still struggling with his fingers, and looked at Qiu Yucheng fearlessly with cold eyes. The two cold lights and green lights faced each other and said slowly: "You go first!"

This sentence is naturally what Qin Lang said.

Qin Lang had already climbed up from the ground and looked into the yard through the hole of the wall that Qiu Yucheng punched through the air. Yan Ruyu and Qiu Yucheng were fighting. Qin Lang never dragged on his work. His strength was far from Qiu Yucheng. If Yan Ruyu hadn't come forward to stop the flying sword for him just now, he would have died.

There is a reason why Yan Ruyu let him go, proving that Yan Ruyu was not sure of defeating Qiu Yucheng, so he let him take the lead.

The portrait of Yan Ruyu that Qin Lang painted by Yan Ruyu has become the new place for Yan Ruyu's soul to rely on. When Qin Lang escapes, she will soon follow him. As long as the distance between the two parties is not more than one mile, she can successfully return to the scroll. Although the two have not known each other for a long time, they have formed a tacit understanding between them.

Qin Lang escaped from the main entrance this time and just arrived at the door. A huge fist hit him hard in the face.

Qin Lang leaned back and dodged the punch, but the one who attacked him was a three-meter-high paper man. The paper man lost his punch, and then stepped on Qin Lang's head. Qin Lang had to retreat back to the bookstore. The paper man stepped on the air without taking the next move, but did not do it, but went to the side. Its purpose was to stop Qin Lang from escaping.

On the empty avenue in front of the door, a white-haired old man held a guillotine in his right hand and grabbed a long white cable with his left hand. At the end of the cable was a white figure floating in the night sky.

Qin Lang saw it clearly. The white-haired old man was Lao Jiu, the guard of Requiem. He was running towards the bookstore at an astonishing speed. The guillotine dragged on the ground at a high speed, rubbing out a shiny line of fire that burst out with millions of Mars.

Flying like a kite in the night sky is Cheng Daoqing, the master of the twelve pond of Banyuemen.

The keeper Lao Jiu let go of the long rope and took a step forward. His left foot fell heavily on the bluestone ground. The bluestone cracked like a spider web under his full strength. Lao Jiu used the rebound of the ground to fly up and ascend to the sky above Wumo Bookstore. He held up the guillotine with both hands and raised it high above his head. His hunched body suddenly stretched straight at this moment, and then turned into a fish leaping. His body pushed his strength to the extreme layer by layer in the rapid change.

The guillotine turned into a five-meter-long cold light and fell to the roof of the bookstore.

"open!"

boom!

Wumo Bookstore was actually cut in half by Lao Jiu.

In the middle of the bookstore, there was a five-foot-wide crack from the roof to the ground. The crack extended from the main entrance to the courtyard, and it continued to expand under the pressure of domineering sword energy.

Cheng Daoqing stretched his arms in the night sky, like a hawk that was sweeping down from a high altitude.

Shoot the man and shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first, and capture the king first. The enemy they want to get rid of is of course the strongest among them.

The green light and the cold light collided, and they were stalemate between each other, trying their best to oppress the space where each other existed, and the cold light was obviously shrinking.

Qiu Yucheng put his fingers on both temples tightly, and chanted the mantra in a low voice: "The clear sun is the sky, and the turbid yin is the earth. I would like to ask the gods to protect them, and the light is protected, and urgently follow the rules!"

The green light in her eyes surged, and the cold light in Yan Ruyu's eyes continued to retreat under the suppression of the green light. At this moment, the white jade sword in her hand stopped struggling.

The cracks cut by the knife energy extended to the ground behind Yan Ruyu. The cracks on the ground were tangible, while the cracks on the air were invisible, and the rich night color was also torn apart by the domineering knife energy of the guillotine.

Yan Ruyu finally let go of the white jade sword. The white jade sword did not return to the owner's side, but turned into a white light and shot into the air.

Lao Jiu's guillotine had just swung down, his messy white hair was pulled straight by Ye Feng, and his turbid eyes were full of expectations, as if he saw the scene of the crackling sword energy cutting the red skirt from it.

White light!

The cold white light made Lao Jiu's pupils suddenly shrink. When he realized that the flying sword was aiming at his eyebrows, he had no time to avoid it.

That sword is so fast!

So fast that he could not feel the pain or the temperature, the white jade sword shot into his forehead, piercing a bloody hole on the top of his head, and appeared behind his head with brain matter.

Cheng Daoqing, who was like a hawk, had already brought Yan Ruyu behind him. He raised the bronze crown with both hands, and golden light shot out from the bronze crown, covering Yan Ruyu's body. Yan Ruyu looked back and saw a hint of panic on her pale pretty face. This bronze crown was a magic weapon left by the bronze Taoist, which was dedicated to absorbing souls and was the nemesis of the ghost.

Cheng Daoqing shouted sternly: "Three souls subdue, seven souls return to their positions!" The golden light in the bronze crown surged again, locking Yan Ruyu firmly in the golden light column.

curse!

Yan Ruyu thought of the curse that had been entangled with her for a hundred years. She once thought she had gotten rid of it, but in fact she didn't.

Qiu Yucheng took this opportunity and the green light cast from his eyes enveloped the flying sword in the air, trying to regain control of the Baiyu Sword.

Control the armor and chase the wind, and the universe opens the way!

A figure wrapped in blue light broke out from the wall inside the bookstore, and rushed towards Cheng Daoqing with lightning speed.
Chapter completed!