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"Who?"

When they noticed someone approaching, the Qing family members beside the carriage shouted loudly.

But Yinghua sword jumped in the air, and the man passed by like lightning, instantly appeared in front of the carriage. A long sword in his hand was like a storm of snow, slashing towards the running unicorn holy beast.

The holy beast would not have expected that such a disaster would occur. It was cut off its head on the spot, blood gushed out like a fountain, and its huge body fell down.

The Qing family was furious and used their swords to activate their holy power, and instantly surrounded Yinghua Sword.

These are the great saints and extremely saints! Their strength is extraordinary. Although Yinghua Sword is a powerful cultivation of the Deyi Sword Heavenly Palace for the Battle Saint Lord, his current strength is not enough to survive the peak saint, and that is absolutely impossible to deal with these people.

of.

The curtain of the car sedan was lifted up, and the Zhensheng of Qingdao walked out of the sedan, held his hands behind him, staring at Yinghua Sword contemptuously and arrogantly.

"What a courageous thing, a mere saint, dare to stop my car sedan!" Qing Dao Zhensaint stared at Yinghua Sword indifferently: "Is it Ruyue Zun Jian who asked you to stop this saint? Humph, I don't know

Life or death, just his state, don’t think that this saint can’t be seen! If your Yijian Tiangong wants to force me to stay, then make plans to break the slaughter! Then there is no need for the domineering dynasty to take action, your Yijian Tiangong will be over

!”

No wonder the true saint of Qingdao was fearless. It turned out that he had long seen that the Lord of the Heavenly Palace was in poor condition. He believed that Ruyue Zun Jian was a smart person. Let him leave. Yijian Tiangong still has time to think about countermeasures. If he breaks his face, he will take action here.

, then both sides will suffer losses.

Yinghua Jian also understood this truth, but the one who brought him over was not the palace master, but Bai Ye...

He didn't know how he would agree to Bai Ye's crazy behavior, but since he came, he could only bite the bullet and go!

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense! Our palace master is coming soon, Qing Dao! To prevent you from joining the dynasty! Stay here today!!"

After saying that, Yinghua Sword swung the sword body and was about to take action.

The Zhensheng of Qingdao was furious: "Then I want to see what you, a yellow-mouthed child, have!! Come! Kill him for me! Skin and cramp!!!"

"Yes!!!!" The Qing family masters yelled together and ran towards Yinghua Sword.

In an instant, the surging holy power pressed towards Yinghua Sword like a mountain!

Yinghua Sword retreated repeatedly and did not dare to confront him head-on, but these Qing family members had been angry with Yinghua Sword for a long time, so how could they let him go? They used killer moves one by one, and the horrible moves were vented wildly. Yinghua

After resisting the sword twice, it was a little lost, and the holy power that was spinning around began to collapse!

If this continues, you will definitely lose!

"What? Haven't you the people from the Yijian Tiangong arrived yet?" Qing Dao Zhensheng snorted: "Forget it! Since they didn't come here in time, let them collect the corpse for you!"

The voice fell to the ground, and several powerful men from the Qing family cast spells one after another. A mysterious soul power escaped into the void. Without waiting for Yinghua Sword to react, they rushed out of the void and instantly hit Yinghua Sword.

Dong!

Yinghua sword flew out immediately, fell heavily to the ground, vomiting blood.

Not an opponent at all!

But before he got up, the strong man over there had already rushed over, and the terrifying sword seemed to be about to cut the earth and slash him hard at his head and heart!

"Die!" Yiqing's family roared.

Yinghua Jian's eyes were condensed, his fingers moved, and a magic weapon like a golden bell flew out from his fingertips, blocking the swords that were slashing.

Bang!

The golden bell was cut open, but immediately shook out a strong and vigorous force, which shook the surrounding great saints and extreme saints.

Yinghua Jian's eyes trembled, as if he had seized the opportunity, and his body was like lightning, rushing towards the True Saint of Qingdao!

"Good opportunity!!"

He shouted loudly, the sword rose straight, and the sword tip pointed at Qingdao, and murderous intent suddenly appeared.

But Qingdao was not panicked at all, staring at Yinghua Sword that suddenly rushed over with disdain.

"The swaying shaking the tree, and the mantis arm is a chariot! Why do you always have such ants in the world who are ignorant of the sky and the earth? Do you really understand what you are doing?"

The true saint Qingdao snorted coldly, raised his hand and grabbed the sword that was stabbing.

clang!

The sword tip pierced in the palm of the Zhensheng of Qingdao, but unexpectedly it did not pierce him. Instead, it was like it was stabbed on steel, and it could not enter half a minute.

Yinghua Jian tightened his face and pushed his arms forward. The holy power on the sword slashed towards Qingdao Zhensheng like a meat grinder.

However, what greeted him was a series of crisp sounds.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding...

A crisp sound bloomed around.

When the holy power passed, the arm of the true saint Qingdao was completely unscathed.

Seeing this, Yinghua Jian was completely stunned.

The gap in strength...it's too big.

"Hahahaha, ant, do you really understand what the True Saint means? Even if I am dead, as long as my body is still the True Saint's body! That's not something you can break through!" Qingdao Zhensaint laughed,

Move your fingers.

Bang!

Yinghua's sword's long sword broke into two pieces in an instant.

"What?"

Yinghua Jian's face changed suddenly, and he immediately fought against the Zhensheng of Qingdao with his backhand.

Dong!

Qingdao Zhensheng sucked a palm directly on the chest, but the person... was still safe and sound.

Yinghua Sword's pupils were tightened.

The true saint...it's indeed not what he can imagine!

"Too weak! Ants are ants! Let's see the power of the real strong!"

Qingdao True Saint Taku, suddenly raised his palm and slashed at Yinghua Sword.

Yinghua Jian's heart was beating wildly. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly used his holy power to block it.

However...

Click!

A burst sound exploded.

Then I saw the holy power around Yinghua Sword explode inch by inch. The man instantly bounced out and fell heavily to the ground. He vomited blood from his mouth, and his skin cracked. The man was seriously injured and lost his combat power...

Yinghua's sword face was ashes!

"The patriarch is mighty!"

The people from the Qing family shouted and walked towards Yinghua Sword.

"Even Ruyue Zun Sword can't do anything to me, and I don't know where you got the courage!!"

The True Saint Qingdao raised his foot and walked towards Yinghua Sword lying on the ground, a murderous intent stirred up from him.

But at this moment, a figure rushed over quickly and appeared directly in front of Yinghua Sword.

"Senior Brother! Are you okay!"

The visitor pulled out a black sword and said nervously: "Senior brother! Don't worry, the palace master and the others will arrive soon! I will protect you!"

"Ruyue Zun Sword is really here?"

The True Saint Qingdao frowned and glanced at the person in front of him. He found that this person was just a saint. He thought that he was just an ordinary disciple in the Yijian Tian Palace, so he didn't take it seriously and raised his hand and smashed it at the person.

"A saint is here to die? Since the Ruyue Zun Sword is coming soon, I will not waste time with you. Let's die! This saint should leave!" As the sound fell, the deep true saint was the

The force shattered the void and smashed it toward it with a destructive aura.

The earth burst.

The air dissipates!

Everything seems to have become a vacuum!

If he was really just a saint, he would have been torn apart by the supreme true saint's power.

But this saint is completely different.

The moment the Zhensheng of Qingdao attacked his arm, the black sword suddenly burst out with a strange light, slashing towards his arm fiercely.

Scream!

A crisp sound emerges.

Blood gushed.

One arm flew out...


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