An idea immediately formed in Luo Jianqing's mind. A glint of green light flashed between his brows. The next moment, the nine-petaled blue lotus sword pattern transformed into a streak of sword light, appearing in Luo Jianqing's right hand. Holding the Xuanling Sword in his left hand and the Shuangfu Sword in his right, Luo Jianqing stomped his toes on the ground, and countless bright red reincarnation threads appeared around him.
He made hand gestures, and talismans appeared on the blade of the Frost Floating Sword, and nine green lotuses bloomed.
"go!"
The vast sword light surged like a mighty wave, charging towards Jiulian. However, after this flash of sword light, Luo Jianqing unhesitatingly brought the Xuanling Sword to his front, spitting out a mouthful of blood, all of which was poured onto the sword. In an instant, golden light emanated, the Xuanling Sword trembled continuously, and a towering power surged from it.
boom!
The Xuanling Sword followed the Shuangfu Sword, transforming into millions of sword shadows, stabbing towards Jiulian from all directions.
At this extremely tense moment, the Frost Floating Sword was already approaching Jiulian. Its sharp edge blew her long hair back, revealing a face as cold as snow. However, Jiulian's calm black eyes were devoid of any color. He gently waved his right hand, and as his long sleeves moved slightly, Luo Jianqing's eyes suddenly widened.
clang!
The Frost Floating Sword collided with a streak of cyan sword light. As soon as it made contact, the nine azure lotuses on its blade shattered and collapsed at a visible speed, and then the entire sword flew backwards, returning to Luo Jianqing's palm. At the same time, thousands of Xuanling swords also stabbed at the nine lotuses, but he simply swung the sword light light and shattered all the countless golden sword shadows.
Everything happens in just a moment.
From the moment Jiulian moved her finger, the Frost Floating Sword and the Xuanling Sword were defeated one after another.
Luo Jianqing struggled to grasp the Xuanling Sword, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Jiulian in shock. In his right hand, Jiulian held a vague, ethereal sword light. There was no sword at all. With just that flash of sword light, he blocked all of Luo Jianqing's attacks without even moving a muscle, and even injured him!
Such a gap in strength made Luo Jianqing feel a chill in his heart, but he did not feel afraid.
His eyes widened, he charged forward again, two swords in hand, his momentum fierce. Jiulian raised her eyes slightly, blocking Luo Jianqing's attack with the light of her sword. Powerful collisions continuously occurred on this black road, and shock waves of spiritual energy blasted all around. Luo Jianqing continued to attack, and Jiulian resisted again and again.
It seemed as if Jiulian was being suppressed by Luo Jianqing, constantly on the defensive. However, in reality, every attack from Luo Jianqing was easily blocked by Jiulian. He remained calm, and simply raised his sword to neutralize all of Luo Jianqing's moves.
No, it wasn't even a sword at all. Just a flash of sword light was enough to block everything!
Jiulian only used less than 50% of her strength, but Luo Jianqing almost used up all his strength.
Another attack came. Luo Jianqing used the "Nine Lotuses Seizing the Heavens Record" to make the Frost Floating Sword form a phantom, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed in front of Jiulian. This time, Jiulian again gently raised his hand to block the sword, but just as he blocked the attack, he saw Luo Jianqing suddenly grasp the blade of the Xuanling Sword, tightening his grip. The blade immediately pierced his palm, and blood stained the blade red.
"At least, let you use all your strength and use your sword!"
Luo Jianqing suddenly stabbed the Xuanling Sword towards his feet. The moment the Xuanling Sword pierced the ground, Jiulian's eyes, which had never wavered, finally trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to look at the ground.
At this moment, in the far north, countless venerables were already stunned by the scenes. They watched as the three divine beasts repeatedly attacked Li Xiuchen, only to be repeatedly blocked by thunder. The sky was thick with darkness, and no one knew how long this attack lasted. However, from the black sky, golden rays of light flashed downward.
When the golden beam hit the three beasts, the phoenix cried loudly and the unicorn roared.
The golden dragon suddenly let out a shocking roar, its powerful divine beast's pressure knocking all the venerables present back three steps. At this moment, the illusory golden dragon actually opened its mouth and spoke, angrily charging at Li Xiuchen, roaring, "Jiulian! In the past thirty thousand years, have you ever felt a single regret? Have you ever atone for your sins?"
Led by the golden dragon, the phantoms of the other two divine beasts also rushed towards Li Xiuchen frantically.
At this moment, the attacks of the three-headed beast became more ferocious, and the thunders protecting Li Xiuchen also blocked these attacks more fiercely.
Among the many venerables, upon hearing this voice, the blue-clothed demon lord suddenly trembled, but not far away, the red-clothed demon lord suddenly rushed forward, as if something was pulling on him, trying to pull him to the side of the golden dragon.
Qi Luo opened his eyes wide: "Palace Master!"
Before he could move, he saw a flash of light, and Jin Li grabbed Mo Qianqiu's arm and pulled him back. Jin Li lowered his eyes indifferently, raised his hand and placed it on Mo Qianqiu's chest. With a light touch, it seemed as if something was cut off.
There was only an indifferent expression on his handsome and noble face. Jin Li whispered, "How is it?"
Mo Qianqiu frowned, his eyes flickering slightly, and he turned his face away and said, "...It's okay."
And in the sky at an altitude of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine feet, Luo Jianqing raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
The palm of his left hand was cut by the Xuanling Sword, and blood flowed blindingly, but he raised his lips, his eyes clear, and he spoke calmly and loudly: "Thirty thousand years ago, you ordered sixty-four demon lords and eighty-one cultivators to guard the Far North so that they could share the pressure of the Heavenly Dao for you. However, asking those venerable and powerful people to share the pressure of the Heavenly Dao is only the most inferior method. To you, who have now been integrated into the Heavenly Dao, all things in the world are inferior to him. Even if you die, you will protect him first, protect - Li Xiuchen!"
On the dark road, Jiulian's figure disappeared for a moment, and his face looked slightly pale.
He looked up at Luo Jianqing, still silent, as if dead, only able to dance with his sword to resist again and again. But this time, after Luo Jianqing finished speaking, he pinched his fingers, and the green sword light in his right hand was instantly crushed. When he raised his hand again, a slender, straight sword gradually emerged from his palm.
First, there was the sharp and cold tip of the sword, then the smooth and piercing sword body. When the simple and unadorned hilt appeared in Jiulian's palm, a green sword tassel gently hung down.
Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes and looked at the sword tassel for a long time, then said, "This was tied to the hilt by Senior Mo Qing himself before you took over the sky."
Jiulian seemed not to hear. He raised his sword and moved forward, his eyes dark, as if he had no soul.
Luo Jianqing sighed softly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already cold.
The two looked at each other for a moment
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