The lotus petals just opened a gap, and in an instant, billions of sword energy scattered out in all directions, killing countless souls into pieces in just a moment.

Thousands of sword energy burst into his body, and in just a moment, Xu Ming was already covered in blood.

However, Xu Ming's astonishing strength was fully unleashed, and the sword energy was forced out of his body just after it entered his body. On the surface, it looked bloody and horrific, but in fact, it was just a skin injury, without damaging the muscles and vitality.

Everyone was shocked and dumbfounded, and their admiration for Xu Ming gradually turned into deep fear. With just one move, most masters would have been riddled with holes and died here, but he seemed to be immortal.

Like a strange person, he struggles tenaciously, relying on

The secret Taoist method of the twelve postures of the underworld is currently weakening the sword energy, and then using the strong inner breath to force out the sword energy entering the body, the damage suffered is only 30% of the original. Even so, this 30%,

It is not something that ordinary people can bear.

The ghost's cries became more and more shrill, and the living souls seemed to be coming out of his body in an endless stream.

Lin Xiu seemed to have not seen it, and continued to mobilize the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers to gather together. The spiritual energy fluctuated more and more violently, and there was only a constant clicking sound. The flowers, plants and trees that had lost the spiritual energy of the earth veins were instantly drained of their vitality and quickly withered.

It turned into fly ash, and patches of green disappeared. However, this momentum did not weaken at all, just like a plague, it quickly spread to the surrounding areas.

The Qinglian struggled a few more times and finally opened another level.

In an instant, the intensity of the sword energy suddenly doubled.

Xu Ming screamed repeatedly. With just one sword strike, he was seriously injured. The sword energy burst into his body, and blood surged out like a spring. The hot blood evaporated into mist before it even hit the ground. Then, the sword energy evaporated into mist.

Disappeared.

With one more move using such a sword technique, Xu Ming, one of the four great masters, the ‘Sword Demon’, would perish here.

Everyone was in high spirits and looked at the field with anticipation.

At this moment, the spiritual energy fluctuated even more violently. The green lotus was swaying endlessly, its petals were struggling, and the eyes were about to open another level.

Everyone's hearts tightened, as if they had even forgotten to breathe, staring closely at Qinglian in front of them.

Just when it was about to open, the steady stream of spiritual energy suddenly stopped, and thousands of sword energy suddenly disappeared.

"Why did you stop?"

"What happened?"

"How is that possible?"

Everyone was inexplicably frightened and looked at each other.

Without the spiritual support of the mountains and rivers, the crystal clear lotus petals shrank, withered, and disappeared.

The restraints of the sword energy disappeared, and Xu Ming regained his freedom. He was hit hard like never before. Even if he was as wild as he was, he was still afraid at this moment. He was a master of the generation, a peerless hero. He understood that the opportunity was fleeting, and he didn't care about the injuries all over his body at the moment.

Then left.

Even though he is covered with wounds and is on the verge of collapse, no one in the world can stop the four great masters from leaving.

By the time everyone came to their senses, Xu Ming had already disappeared. Everyone could only sigh, but they were also secretly glad that Xu Ming was defeated.

The place was extremely quiet for a moment, and you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone wanted to step forward, but Chi Song stopped them.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they understood that from the beginning to the end, that aloof figure never glanced at him. Even if he made a move, he stood far away. Even if it was a life-and-death moment, he could not cross it.

That hurdle.

The reason why he came out was probably not for the sake of family justice, distinction between good and evil, or distinction between sects, but just for a moment of greed and pleasure.

Yue Ning looked at him faintly, with an inexplicable heat in his eyes, but it was not the kind of love between men and women, but an emotion unique to women.

It has nothing to do with romance, but it can understand the heart.

So, she shook her head gently, and then smiled lonely.

But she heard Lin Xiu sigh softly and wave her hand in the distance, as if calling someone.

Everyone was secretly surprised. After a while, they saw someone running towards them. It was none other than Yang Jie.

When Qingsong and others saw Yang Jian, their anxious hearts suddenly dropped.

When Lin Xiu saw Yang Jie, she forced a smile on her stern face: "Help me sit under the tree over there."

Yang Jie was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why he didn't return to the crowd. His heart ached a little. Uncle Lin was always so lonely. He must be very lonely. Although he thought so, he didn't ask and held his hand.

Lin Xiu walked away.

Yang Jie only felt that his body was so light. He had never understood what it meant to be as light as a feather, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of these four words. His heart felt sour and his eyes turned red.

Although Lin Xiu saw it, she didn't say anything. In her opinion, when she should cry or laugh, that was her true temperament, so why should she be restrained.

The big tree was originally lush and lush, as big as an umbrella canopy, with luxuriant branches and luxuriant branches. But now it was bare and in a state of decay. There were occasionally a few leaves struggling on the tree, but they were also shaky.

Lin Xiu looked a little lonely. She leaned against the tree trunk, then sat down and looked into the distance. She didn't know what she had discovered. She was fascinated for a moment.

Yang Jie was curious and couldn't help but ask: "Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Lin Xiuyi smiled: "The scenery here is very good."

Yang Jie raised his head blankly, and saw that the forests in the distance were all dyed, and the clouds and mist were rising. There was white everywhere, in groups and wadding, covered with light silk. Surrounded by many distant peaks and near ridges, the peaks were dangerous and handsome.

In the sea of ​​clouds, only the tip of the horn is slightly exposed, which is quiet and handsome, disappearing and appearing sometimes.

Yang Jie was stunned for a moment, seeming to understand, but he said: "Uncle Lin, you just had a big battle, don't be too tired, you should take a rest."

Lin Xiu smiled and suddenly stuffed something over her.

Yang Jie lowered his head and saw that it was the Qinglian Sword. He was surprised and said: "Uncle Lin, your sword."

Lin Xiu smiled and said: "I gave it to you. Although I wanted to throw him away, when I said goodbye, I was a little reluctant to let him go. Although you can't practice martial arts well, this is Qingqiu after all. Please keep it in mind."

Yang Jie took it, his heart suddenly hurt, and tears rolled down his face.

Lin Xiu patted his shoulder gently to express comfort, took out a piccolo from her arms, brought it to her lips, and tried to play a few words, but she seemed to have no strength, and the music could not be made or the tune could not be made.

Yang Jie knew what he was thinking, so he reached out to grab the flute and started to play it quietly.

After the song ended, Lin Xiu smiled and pointed over there: "Let's go over there."

Yang Jian sobbed: "No, uncle, I want to be with you."

Lin Xiu smiled at him and said: "Silly boy, uncle won't leave. Come over quickly. Uncle wants to see the scenery. It doesn't matter if you can't learn martial arts. If you study hard in literature, you may be able to get the top prize in the future. You can also play the flute if you have nothing to do.

If you are weak, be sure to drink less alcohol in the future. In winter, be careful to keep warm and cold.

If you want to get rid of the root cause of the disease, get married early when you are old. Don't find the pretty one. Pretty girls are the best at cheating. Find the one who specializes in bullying. Girls who bully others have the best conscience. And--and

-----Forget it, look at my mother-in-law and mother-in-law, just like a matchmaker, let’s go quickly.”

Lin Xiu urged him repeatedly. Although Yang Jian was heartbroken, he still stood up.

Under the old dead vine tree, there was a person leaning against him, looking at him with a smile. He had white hair and one eye with sword marks, but there was an indescribable sadness.

Yang Ji felt a pain in his heart. He suddenly understood that Lin Xiu didn't want him to look at him. He was a genius and had the pride that a genius should have.

No matter when!
Chapter completed!