Chapter 25 Collapse

Chapter 25 Lost

All the people seem to have stopped attacking without the order of the gang. They are looking at the two swords like the sun and the moon, shining and majestic.

Zhi Liu and others seemed to have a life-like face. Their eyes looking at Qingyu shined again. Xiao Qin, the name brought them miracles again and again. This time, he believed that he would not misread it. For the rest of his life after every difficult difficulties, Xiao Qin was willing to succumb to him. They are brothers!!

No one flinched, and no one wanted to abandon Qingyu, who was fighting in order to survive.

Qing Yu's fighting spirit, strong fighting spirit and self-confidence, and Neidan's strong physique are displayed. Ling's sword failed to accurately stab Qingyu. Indeed, he was scared by Qingyu, a small swordsman.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded in the distance, and the green rainbow suddenly appeared, drawing a beautiful arc and accurately hitting the center of the two people. Qingyu was stunned and stopped.

No one makes any more noise.

Qing Yu first realized the level of this person, which is not what people at their level can face. He immediately shouted at Zhiliu and others,

"Go, go, go back and pick them up and exit the sword gate..."

Qingyu's blood rushed up and wanted to stop this person, just hoping that Zhiliu and others could escape, but Zhiliu and others did not move, and they didn't even blink their eyes. Qingyu was furious.

"Zixu, Xiong Kun, are you dead? Can't you hear me?"

Zix and others had been shocked by the appearance of the gangster. They thought that Qingyu could beat this guy, but this time another one came out. This momentum directly controlled the whole audience. They couldn't escape even if they wanted to escape, not to mention that they didn't want to escape at all.

A fast and incredible sword was obliquely inserted in the center of Qingyu and Ling Hun. Ling Hun showed a happy face. Obviously, this was their people. Qing Yu was shocked. Are they really Jianmen? Is there really such a strong man in Jianmen?

Soon the answer was revealed. A man like a snowflake dancing into a little star gradually fell. Qing Yu's eyes saw the white-haired old man, but what made him lucky was that this man was not murderous. Didn't he want to kill himself?

But Qingyu felt that he had guessed wrong. At this moment, he was like a fish slaughtered by others. If he wanted to kill him, he would kill him. Qingyu finally saw the truly exquisite swordsmanship in the world, just like a fish boiling and floating in the void. The cold air came straight to Qingyu. Qingyu tasted the taste of death more than once. Only this time, he felt a fatal blow without being injured.

What is a fatal blow?

A sword seals the throat, and a sword locks the throat. Never pierce a little bit, just like a little red, and a little red under the sword. What a master is this?

In the past, Qing Yu tried the smell of death in the face of the elder, but at that time, he was like a strong crossbow, and he could no longer be seriously injured. In the face of Murong Qiushui, he had a feeling of being evenly matched. It was just a feeling that he could die between his negligence. Only this time, he felt cold sweat flowing in his trembling body, which was a kind of shock from the heart.

When the turbulent blow came, Qingyu's heart floated beyond the five elements. Outside the six worlds, he remembered his hometown and the place called the earth, and the peaceful era. In an hour, he was completely evil all over his body, and the cold sword seemed to penetrate. It's in my body.

I only heard a surprised voice

"Hum..."

Qingyu knew that everything was death. It was better to fight the strongest sword move he wanted to show most. The flying swordsmanship flowed into his mind. Murong Qiushui's ethereal swordsmanship and the real death of the sword god Ling Wu died.

A shocking beam of light came from Qingyu's body. The full energy in Qingyu's body was like a fish emerging from the surface. He felt that his whole body was so hot that it was about to explode.

"Jingjingjing!!!" The voice actually made the white-haired old man stop to observe the abnormal movement. A sword was raised from Qingyu's hand and raised to the sky. The white-haired old man's eyes lit up, and his eyes squinted slightly, as if thinking.

The murderous atmosphere around him stopped after the old man calmed down. Qingyu felt that the pressure around him suddenly decreased and the pillar of light disappeared. He collapsed to the ground in a state of weakness, and Zhiliu and others immediately ran up to help him.

Ling Hun said loudly,

"Father! Kill them!"

The old man waved his hand to sign not to do it, and then looked in the direction of Qingyu,

"Young man, is your sword a shocking sword?"

Qing Yu's lips were all white and said lightly,

"Yes, what? Old gentleman, are you?"

The faint voice of the old man of the "Lord of Sword Gate" came, and Zhi Liu and others asked in shock,

"You are the lord of the Sword Gate, why did you kill us?"

The old man ignored him and looked at Qingyu,

"Young man, your sword move, is it death withering in the world?"

Qing Yu subconsciously felt something and quickly asked,

"Old sir, you mean..."

The old man sighed and said,

"Young man, you are so cruel that you can resist the first-burning rainbow in the Lintian swordsmanship of my sword king without dying. Although I finally withdrew some inner strength, I have to say that you are a wizard!!"

Qing Yu was not happy to hear him say this, because he knew that the fate of others was in other people's hands and could not move at all.

"What on earth do you want, old gentleman?"

The old man laughed and couldn't help but look at Qingyu in his eyes.

"You come with me alone, Ling Yun, the owner of Jianmen. If I wanted to kill you, I would have killed you long ago. Why do you need so many lips and tongues?"

Qing Yu, Zhi Liu and others are all stunned. It turns out that this is Ling Yun, the owner of the Sword Gate. No wonder he is at the level of Sword King. Looking at his leisure like a feathering immortality, Qing Yu can't help sighing that the more people in this continent reach the peak, the more extraordinary they become. Even a white-haired old man looks Like a fairy outside the world, with high expectations and strong expectations, Qingyu strongly hopes that he can reach this level one day, or even surpass it, but now the mermaid meat is like a cold water falling from the sky, making him abrupt to return to reality.

Ling Yun slowly walked in front, and Qing Yu didn't dare to speak behind him. For a long time, he only listened to Ling Yun's question,

"Is he all right?"

Qing Yu was stunned,

"You mean... The owner of this sword?

"Hmm."

"He has long been killed by the demon spy Shi Min"

"What!!!" Ling Yun's expression trembled unexpectedly, as if it was the biggest blow to him. It took him a long time to recover.

"You must have learned that his death withered before he died? He also passed the sword to you, didn't he?"

"Yes, Elder Ling Wu has become the sword spirit of this sword!!"

Ling Yun's face changed, "What? Sword spirit!!! Show me the sword." Qingyu quickly handed over. Ling Yun looked at the snow-shaking sword, as if looking at his old friend. He stroked his mouth back and forth and muttered,

"Old friend, why did you go like this? I haven't had time yet..."

Qing Yu was shocked behind him. Ling Yun Lingwu, are they brothers?