Suddenly, a piano sound resounded throughout the world.
Ye Qiu and the others heard it clearly before they came out of the cracks in the saint's formation.
Yun Xi was startled: "The Qin and Sword Fairy is here!"
"Who is the Immortal Qin Jian?" Master Changmei asked.
"Qin Jianxian is the younger brother of Jiu Jianxian and one of the ten elders of our Qingyun Sword Sect." When Yun Xi said this, she heard the sound of the piano outside becoming more and more urgent, and her face changed slightly: "No,
Qin Jianxian is fighting with someone."
After saying that, Yun Xi took the lead and rushed out of the saint's formation.
The others followed closely behind and quickly walked out of the crack. In an instant, the cold murderous aura was overwhelming and frightening.
Ye Qiu looked up and saw a man with white hair sitting in the void, with a guqin in front of him.
He looks like a middle-aged man, with fluttering white clothes and extraordinary temperament, like an immortal descending from the earth.
At this time, this white-haired man was dueling with the powerful men from the three holy places.
Ye Qiu glanced at it again and found that Jiujianxian only had one soul left, and was being healed by a man in white protecting him behind him.
As for the Sixth Elder of the Yin-Yang Sect and the old man from the Butian Sect, I don’t know where they went, and there was no trace of them.
"Why is the Jiujianxian so injured?"
Yun Xi's expression changed drastically and she was about to rush over. Unexpectedly, she was stopped by a shocking murderous aura.
"boom!"
The powerful men from the three holy places joined forces to attack the man in white.
The man in white plucked the strings with both hands, and only heard a "ding" sound. The sound of the piano was like a thunderous explosion, deafening.
Ye Qiu and others felt that their eardrums were about to burst, so they quickly retreated thousands of miles and watched the battle from a distance.
In a battle of this level, they can't get close.
"So strong!" Ye Qiu exclaimed.
Yun Xi said: "The Supreme Elder once said that Immortal Qin Jian can become a saint within five hundred years."
At this time, the old man from the Ancient Holy Land stepped forward.
"Boom!"
The old man fell down in one step, and the void shook violently, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.
At the same time, a strong golden light erupted from the old man's body, which was so bright and dazzling that no one dared to look directly at it, like a god.
Ye Qiu discovered that the aura of this old man was exactly the same as that of Tuoba Ye who died in his hands. The only difference was that the aura of the two was very different.
If the old man is an elephant, then Tuoba Ye is an ant.
When the old man stepped forward, his fighting spirit surged into the sky, like an invincible god of war fighting for nine heavens and ten earths.
"Qin Jian Xian, take my punch."
After the old man finished speaking, his fist appeared in front of Qin Jianxian.
This is a pair of golden fists. When they are punched out, they are like the sun shining brightly.
"Heaven and Earth Domineering Fist!"
The old man roared loudly, and the monstrous power rushed toward the Qin and Sword Immortal like a stormy sea, sweeping across the ninth heaven.
Not only that, when the old man punched out his fist, a domineering aura shocked his mind and was absolutely terrifying.
There was no movement on Qin Jian Xian's face, and he quickly plucked the strings with both hands.
"Zhengzhengzheng——"
One after another sword intent rushed out from the guqin, like a dragon emerging from the world, making a clanging sword sound.
Full of ten thousand sword intentions!
"boom!"
The sword intent met the old man's fist in the ancient holy land and exploded instantly. However, it successfully stopped the old man's progress.
"Come again!"
The old man from the Ancient Holy Land sneered and punched out.
This punch was very terrifying, like thunder exploding and stars falling, and like the Milky Way bursting its banks and flowing down.
The old man's fist was powerful and heavy, unparalleled in dominance, as if even a god would be shattered by this punch.
Seeing this punch, Qin Jianxian's calm face became solemn, and he quickly raised his combat power to its peak.
"Zheng!"
The Qin Sword Fairy's hands quickly stroked the strings, and the sound of the piano was like dense raindrops, turning into sword intent in the air.
Three hundred and sixty thousand swords!
Each sword intention releases a white light, which is sharp and dazzling, making people terrified.
The murderous intention shocked the world.
"cut!"
Qin Jianxian shouted loudly, and the 360,000 swords in the void slashed forward at the same time, meeting the old man's fist.
“It’s flashy and only superficial!”
The old man smiled disdainfully, punched quickly with both hands, and kept striking the sword.
"when!"
"when!"
"when……"
The sound of collision is endless.
The old man's fist collided with his sword, and sparks several feet long appeared in the void. The scene was thrilling.
It has to be said that this old man from the Ancient Holy Land is very powerful. With a pair of fists, he just blocked hundreds of thousands of sword attacks.
Especially after he evolved the Heaven and Earth Baqi Fist to the extreme, the sky was filled with fist marks, and these fist marks were like airtight protective shields, blocking the approach of the sword energy, which was extremely powerful.
"Zhengzhengzheng!"
The sword roar sounded again.
Qin Jianxian's hands quickly plucked the strings, only to see streaks of light rushing out from his fingertips, and another 360,000 sword intentions.
Every sword intention is as thick as a bucket and is indestructible.
"Chi chi chi——"
The sword intent split the sky and cut the earth, as if it could penetrate the sky, and instantly submerged the old man in the ancient holy land below.
In the distance, Ye Qiu and the others felt a chill all over their bodies, and there was a constant chill on the soles of their feet. Even though they were thousands of meters apart, they all felt the burning murderous intent.
The sword rays in the void are filled with the aura of destruction, making people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar.
They were so far apart that their souls couldn't help but tremble. This showed how much pressure the old man in the ancient holy land was under.
"Bang bang bang!"
The old man in the ancient holy land was bathed in divine light, like a god king, and he kept punching back, making the void tremble.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the old man's body trembled, his left arm was cut off at shoulder level, and blood splashed into the sky.
"ah……"
The old man in the ancient holy land screamed loudly in pain, and then, his body was pierced with several bloody holes by the sword. The blood stained his clothes, which was shocking.
"he got hurt!"
Yun Xi looked excited and said: "Qin Jian Xian is worthy of being the first person among the saints of our Qingyun Sword Sect."
Qin Jianxian was about to take this opportunity to kill the old man in the Ancient Holy Land, but Fairy Liu from the Chaos Holy Land rushed forward.
"Qiang!"
The war spear in Liu Xianzi's hand penetrated the void and stabbed Qin Jian Xian.
When the war spear was thrust out, endless divine light burst out, and sand and rocks flew across the sky and earth.
Qin Jianxian continued to pluck the strings with both hands, and the sound of the piano condensed into lines of substantial murderous intent in the air, making an earth-shattering sound.
Liu Xianzi looked indifferent, her body turned into a stream of light, and she wanted to pierce Qin Jianxian's body with her war spear.
This blow was extremely cruel.
Qin Sword Fairy continued to pluck the strings, and the sword intent transformed from the sound of the piano formed a screen of light, like the hardest shield in the world, blocking Fairy Liu's spear.
Suddenly, Feng Yan from the Holy Land of Taichu took action.
"boom!"
Feng Yan first smashed the light curtain with the Yin-Yang Pagoda, then held the God-Destroying Needle between his fingers and pointed it directly at the forehead of Qin Jianxian.
"Bo!"
The next second, a trace of blood flowed from Qin Jianxian's eyebrows.
