Chapter 196 The Great Elder took action!

Zhan Lu was fascinated in Jun Yifeng's hand and turned into countless sword shadows surrounded by Jun Yifeng, shouting. A Zhanlu sword shadow that had been magnified countless times was formed on the top of Jun Yifeng's head. It was an illusion that the speed had reached the extreme. The second elder opposite Jun Yifeng's expression was slightly heavy at this moment, relying on the mysterious In swordsmanship, Jun Yifeng's strength has reached the level of being able to compete with him. Where did Jun Yifeng learn this unique skill? Two years ago, Ye Hetu killed Kunlun with a strong cultivation, but behind Ye Hetu, there was also the previous leader of Kunlun. The leader of this generation of Kunlun is Lin Qingyun, who is also the master of Jun Yifeng. Has the strength of Lin Qingyun, who is only more than 40 years old, reached an unfathomable level?

In those years, many talented disciples who had been dormant suddenly emerged in the battle for the head of that year. Lin Qingyun, who was only in his twenties, stood out as a strange flower among them. The plan of the next generation of leaders originally set by the Presbyterian Association was broken by Lin Qingyun, who emerged abruptly, and there was no argument after that. This Lin Qingyun did not interfere in the affairs of the Presbyterian Association. Unexpectedly, his apprentices made a basket for their group of old men today.

There are many speculations in his mind. The second elders can't help sighing from the bottom of his heart. Over the years, Lin Qingyun's superficial phenomenon has been confused. In addition to the two generations of the Song family, today's Lin Qingyun can't imagine that it is also a simple role. Jun Yifeng's strength is still the current performance, so his master Lin Qingyun is not likely to be weak. Since the ancestral temple is guarded by Jun Yifeng, the characters who enter the back mountain are about to shout out. The movement of the back mountain is undoubtedly created by Lin Qingyun and that person. Such a big movement has caused the Presbyterian Church. Attention.

The shadow of the sword formed above Jun Yifeng's head attracts Qi everywhere under the command of Jun Yifeng, and the momentum is getting bigger and bigger. A faint dark yellow light appears in the blue in the hands of the two elders. The hands holding the blue sword handle are constantly dripping blood, and the blood flowing to the blade suddenly disappears on the blade. Huangquan is bloodthirsty. This is not a legend. This sword itself is a bloodthirsty sword that drinks up the world.

Throwing distracting thoughts in happiness, the second elder's wrinkled right hand became slightly red, and there was no morbid paleness without excessive blood loss. The energy of the whole body seemed to be gathered on the right hand. The dark yellow light on the blade of the blue sword began to thicken, and the blade glowed white. The second elder, who was ready to use his tricks, shouted angrily, and Huang Quan went out!

Dozens of shadows of Huangquan's sword blade flashed with Guanghua, echoing the Zhanlu sword shadow above Jun Yifeng's head. The two swords stared at each with a fierce momentum, trying to overwhelm the other party. Jun Yifeng, who was in a violent state, saw the vision of Huangquan in the hands of the two elders, shouted loudly, and carried the huge sword shadow on the top of his head.

Every grass and every tree is extremely messy by the huge atmosphere around it. The soil on the ground seems to have formed a different shape because of the fight above. All the old people around them have dispersed. Only the elders not far away stand proudly by the circle. The grass blowing towards the elder is blocked by an invisible barrier towards the others. Flying in the direction, the eldest elder in neat clothes stood with a smile, but his attention was not among the two people fighting, but put his distant eyes in the back mountain at the exit, quietly waiting for the arrival of someone.

Two powerful sword shadows are intertwined, mixed together, intertwined in the center. The mud and stones on the ground fly out unrestricted. Some hard stones are involved in the shadow of the sword, turning into smaller fragments and flying into the distance. A black pressed stone flew out, a In chaos, the two swords hit extremely hard and harshly, constantly crossing at the fastest frequency, like the sharpness of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart. If someone stands ten meters away, he will definitely not be able to withstand the sharp sound waves other than the sword wave, and the seven orifices will bleed to death.

The rare and fierce battle is not common even in Kunlun. Jun Yifeng's deep hidden details made the elders outside nod slightly. Among the young generation, Jun Yifeng is the first person, and the plan of the next leader seems to need to be implemented in advance.

No matter how fierce and tragic the battle is, it has not affected the big elder outside. Dozens of stones roared and shot in the direction of the big elder. It is about to touch the elder's robe, but things will always become a fixed number in the first second. With a wave of the sleeve robe, all the stones in the air suddenly disappeared without a trace, and there are many on the ground. There are some fine powders.

"Boom!!!"

A huge noise broke out in the battle circle that could not be seen clearly, and the speed of rolling up the dirt and stones increased several times and flew out. The last desperate blow of Jun Yifeng and the second elders made them get rid of their original fate and transfer them to others. The big elder's sleeve robe outside waved several times, safe and sound, staying in the ancestral shrine. Other old people protect the ancestral hall and don't let those flying stones destroy the ancestral hall. None of the people who left have come back. Naturally, they know what will happen next in the back mountain. It's just that they don't want to get involved in those things. When they are old, they look away from many things, unlike young people who have to find excitement for everything. They still want to live for a few more years. Don't look at what they shouldn't see, don't do what they shouldn't do. It's also a comfortable choice to stay in Kunlun for a few years, or go out to travel around the world.

After the loud noise, the dust settled down.

A man stood with a dull copper sword in front of him.

A person squatted down, and behind him lay a shiny snow-white sword quietly, and the bright blade set off its extraordinary quality.

The two people are about ten meters apart, trying to look up at each other, wondering who is the strongest and who is weaker in the desperate blow just now.

When their eyes touch together, they see the exact situation of the other party, and their breathing is stabilized. As long as one side still preserves part of their strength, life is an uncertain factor at any time. The scene of both sides losing is the expected outcome of both sides, and perhaps not.

Jun Yifeng, who squatted on the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, saw his right hand, and it was constantly pouring out bright red **. Some places had dried up into dark red blood clots. He tried his best to achieve the result of both defeats. It was not the best, but it was not bad for him.

The two elders who could not stand still hold the handle of Biluo's sword tightly and used their greatest strength to prevent themselves from falling down. The final trick failed to kill Jun Yifeng, which was really beyond his expectation. Jun Yifeng's tenacious perseverance surprised him. That kind of strange swordsmanship seemed to have a way to protect himself. The angle that Jun Yifeng could not see. The two elders' feet were ferocious red and gathered towards the land inserted by Biluo.

The elder standing outside the circle indifferently looked at the two people in front of him indifferently, without any action, as if the opposite thing had nothing to do with him. He was just a behind-the-scenes watcher and had nothing to do with himself. The person who benefits the most should be the elder outside the bureau, but the elder outside the bureau does not have the awareness of making profits. Now he is the only one who can dominate the scene, but he is like an outsider and doesn't care.

"Ah!"

The second elder standing suddenly shouted and tried his best to pull out the Biluo inserted in front of him! The trembling two elders took the Biluo in his hand and moved slowly step by step in the direction of Jun Yifeng, who was squatting opposite him. Perhaps he heard the cry of the second elder, or he saw the blurred figure in front of him. Jun Yifeng kept groping around. Although he tried hard, he could not find Zhan Lu. Zhan Lu behind him just quietly emitted a dazzling white light.

The second elder holding Biluo gradually approached Jun Yifeng. If the short distance of ten meters was changed to the usual peak state, it would be less than a blink of an eye.

Killing intention, piercing killing intention.

Jun Yifeng, who was still looking for Zhanlu, felt the murderous intention from the vague shadow in front of him. The speed of his hand accelerated a little, but his physical strength was exhausted, and the explosion exhausted all his strength, which stimulated the final killing move, even if he failed to kill the other party.

He just habitually found Zhan Lu to protect himself. In fact, even if Zhan Lu was in his hand, Jun Yifeng did not have any strength to resist. He just wanted to find Zhan Lu and let himself survive in the end. The desire to survive. Wang Zhijun Yifeng finally grabbed Zhanlu behind him at the last moment, and Zhanlu, the sword of benevolent Taoism, was once again held in his hand by Jun Yifeng, and a cold breath spread all over his body.

Three meters, two meters.

There is still more than one meter away.

A strong look of sarcasm appeared on the face of the big elder who watched coldly. He had to shake his head. Jun Yifeng was doomed to die or live. He felt sorry for the sudden decision made by the second elders over there. Jun Yifeng was doomed to die, so Jun Yifeng could not die. Those who forced Jun Yifeng to die would only suffer. It is impossible to predict the consequences.

The big elder who studied the face and fate peeped out a lot of things. Time gave him the opportunity to verify those strange things that sounded very mysterious but have been circulating for hundreds of thousands of years. Naturally, things summed up with experience are persuasive and connected with the right time and place. Now the elders can be more sure of the earth. Jun Yifeng, who is squatting, can't die.

The people in the back of the mountain have been waiting for so long, and they should be here soon.

One meter away.

The second elder raised the Biluo in his hand. This sword has not drunk blood for many years. Today, he has drunk a lot of blood. Only after ten years of dust can he fade his anger and regain the essence of the sword. This sword has not drunk blood since he found it. Because he has not mastered the morality of the sword, he drank blood without authorization, which will leave a sense of understanding. Gap.

Huangquan fell, and one's life was in danger.

Suddenly, a sword was shot from nowhere, which was firmly and accurately inserted in the center of Jun Yifeng and the two elders. This is a sword that has not yet come out of its sheath. Seven exquisite gold stars are carved on the scabbard.

However, the Biluo in the second elder's hand happened to fall on the sudden sword. Holding Biluo's right hand was inevitably subjected to a violent anti-shock force. Then, the second elder's body fell back and finally exhausted the last bit of strength.

The elder who had been stable finally moved, and his body disappeared in place in an instant, and quickly swept towards the sword that had not yet come out of its sheath.