Chapter 127 The Four Sword Gods

Another two people appeared in the middle of the moment before the Wuya Sword God and Jiulin Sword God fought against Long Yi, and the two people, a man and a woman, were like a pair of partners.

"Sword God Qingfeng Qingshuang Couple!?"

As soon as Jiulin Sword God saw the two people, he looked cold and said in a cold voice.

The couple looked calmly at Wuya and Jiulin, and then looked at Long Yi and the black sword in his hand. Their eyes showed a trace of imperceptible surprise and solemnity.

"Ha ha! The Qingfeng couple, who have always lived in seclusion and ignored the affairs of the world, actually appeared today. Is it also for the ancient magic soldier?

Wuya Sword God sneered and said to the middle-aged man.

Qingfeng withdrew his eyes from Long Yi and Hei Yanjian, looked at the Wuya Sword God, and said quietly, "You two, with profound cultivation, can actually deal with an unknown boy who has lost his cultivation. Isn't it a bit of a loss of identity!?"

Woya said, "This boy has a grudge against me. I want to take his life. Qingfeng, you'd better intervene!"

The woman Qingshuang turned to Long Yi and flew towards Long Yi. Wuya and Jiulin looked tight and wanted to stop them, but Qingfeng moved, stopped them in front of them and said, "My wife is just talking to that boy. You are the best to interfere!"

The breeze's tone was calm, but the warning meaning and majesty in it were undoubtedly revealed. When Wuya and Jiulin heard the words, their eyebrows were wrinkled, and they did not dare to act rashly for a moment.

Qingshuang fell to the ground and came to Long Yi. Seeing this, Long Yi subconsciously stepped back a few steps. Although he has lost his cultivation and is in an extremely weak situation, he can clearly feel that all the people in front of him have shocking cultivation, and he can't help but be vigilant.

The woman looked at Long Yi with a gentle smile on her face. After a long time, she said softly, "Young man, what's the relationship between you and this black sword?"

Long Yi didn't want to answer when he heard the words, but the woman's words had a majesty, which made him have to respond and said, "This black sword has a deep friendship with me. If you want to take this sword, you have to kill me first!"

The woman smiled faintly and said, "For a sword that has been dejected and sleepy, don't you hesitate to pay the price of your life?"

Long Yi sneered and said, "I'm different from you! What you coveted is the power of this sword, but what I value is the friendship between this sword and me. I have made a promise to the sword spirit in this sword. If I hadn't died, I would have fulfilled my promise!"

The woman probably felt Long Yi's determination. She frowned slightly and stared at Long Yi. She didn't open her mouth for a long time. Finally, he nodded to Long Yi and turned away.

Long Yi's eyes flashed and he looked at the woman's back. He never knew what the woman's purpose was. The pressure on the other party made her feel unbearable, but he did not feel any murderousness and hostility from her.

Qingshuang returned to Qingfeng and nodded to him. The two didn't seem to need too much verbal communication to know each other's intentions.

And Qingfeng also nodded, and then looked at Wuya and Jiulin and said, "You two, this young man and the black sword, we want it."

"What!?" Jiulin's sword looked awe-insed, and there was anger on his face. He snorted coldly and said, "Look at the Qingfeng couple from the high fate, there are also times when they are as greedy as us, hum! I don't care what that boy does, but I must get the black sword!"

Wuya Sword God said quietly, "Qingfeng, the four of us are almost the same in cultivation. I have been chasing the boy and looking for the Heiyan sword for a long time. Now you have intervened in one hand and want to take the Heiyan sword when you open your mouth. It's too much to take me to my eyes!"

Qingfeng smiled and said, "In this case, there is no need to say more. Everything is to speak with strength!"

After saying that, Qingfeng suddenly waved behind him with one hand, and a sword spirit suddenly surged towards Long Yi, but the sword spirit did not have any lethality. When Long Yi came closer to him, it was like a strong wind, holding up Long Yi's body and rolling him to the distance!

"Qingfeng, you!"

"This child has lost his cultivation and is weak. If we want to fight and the sword spirit spreads, he will definitely die because he can't bear it, and the black sword that has become an ordinary sword will definitely turn into powder. Therefore, let him stay away from here. With the cultivation of you and us, if we can win to the end, think Isn't it easy to find him?

The breeze opened its mouth quietly without looking at Long Yi, who had been held by the sword and flew away, and then his body flashed. Together with the green frost, he stopped Wuya and Jiulin, who were about to chase Long Yi!

The eyes of Wuya and Jiulin showed unwillingness, and the expression also showed the same anger. The two of them looked at each other. Although they had no friendship, they also knew that they had to cooperate with the enemy at this time!

These four people, with similar cultivation, are all in the initial realm of Sword God. And Qingfeng and Qingshuang are their partners. Since they want to work together to seize Long Yi and the Black Flame Sword, Wuya and Jiulin, they naturally have to fight with them separately!

Wuya Sword God sneered and said, "Qing Feng, I have heard about your kendo cultivation, and you are famous. Today, I'm lucky enough to come and teach me!"

After saying that, the Wuya Sword God flashed, rose to the sky and stood with his hands. Obviously, he was waiting for the breeze to fight.

The breeze smiled faintly, and the palm of his hand gently patted the back of Qingshuang's hand. His figure slowly climbed up and flew towards the boundless.

The woman Qingshuang looked calmly at the breeze leaving, so she looked at Jiulin and said, "I heard that Jiulin's sword god kendo cultivation is his own. Today, Qingshuang will come to ask for advice!"

Jiulin said coldly, "Although Madam is a female, her cultivation has tended to change, which makes Jiulin ashamed. It's rare to play with your wife today. Naturally, she won't let you down!"

Before the words fell, on Jiulin's body, the sword spirit soared. The sword god's cultivation was released to the limit in an instant, and he did not see any action, and there were sword shadows emerging around him, which was extremely strange!

The woman's green frost looked restrained, her hands were divided, and her breath on her body also soared, and a crystal clear body, like an ice thorn-like flying sword, appeared in her hand!

As soon as the ice sword appeared, the air around it seemed to be frozen in an instant, becoming extremely cold, and the flow of aura in the world also became very slow.

Seeing this, Jiulin, the sword god, sneered and said, "Ice Sword Blue Frost, it really lives up to its reputation!"

Before the words fell, the Taoist sword shadow in front of Jiulin suddenly appeared, condensed quickly, and enveloped him, like a burning flame. This Jiulin's kendo magic power is fire!

Between ice and fire, it can be said that there is mutual restraint. The cultivation of these two people is equal, and the practice of kendo is very different. There are two extremes. It is difficult to tell who can suppress whom in this battle!

And in the high sky far away from two people, the sword god Qingfeng and the sword god are boundless, hundreds of feet apart, standing opposite each other. Qingfeng raised it with one hand, and a sword spirit spewed out of his hand, but in front of him, it was gathered but not scattered, as if it had turned into substance!

Qingfengxu grabbed the sword spirit and said quietly, "I respect you for practicing for hundreds of years more than I do. I call you a senior. Let's do it!"

Wuya said with a gloomy look, "I heard that your swordsmanship is quite strange. You not only practice your own flying sword, but also refined your own flying sword hundreds of years ago, turned it into a sword spirit, and integrated it into your body. On the contrary, it has achieved your sword god realm. Today, it is true."

After a little pause, Wuya said, "Okay! Today, I will take a look. Your no sword is better than a sword, or my sword is stronger than ten thousand swords!"

After the words of the Wuya Sword God, he snorted, and his hands were divided. There were eight original flying swords in front of him. The eight original flying swords swirled around him, and a sense of sword spirit that had no difference emanated from those original flying swords. It was obvious that they all had the power of the realm of the sword god!