Song Qianji looked up and the black shadow covered the moon quickly magnified, like a meteorite wrapped in wind, fire, thunder and lightning that blasted towards the snowfield.

He picked up Xian Jianchen and flew away quickly, and summoned Chunqiu Jian to block his body.

"boom!"

The snow field seemed to be hit by a big fireball, and the temperature suddenly rose.

The snow in the ten-radius melted instantly, and before it became flowing water, it turned into white mist, revealing the thousand-year-old ice and snow brown frozen soil.

The cold wind is whistling, and the snow mist is swaying. Extreme cold and extreme heat are colliding alternately.

Song Qianji floated to the ground, squinted his eyes, and saw a thick sword three inches into the ground, the purple fire on the sword body flashed, and the hilt of the sword slanted into the night sky.

Huawei Zhenshan Sword!

The earth collapsed, with the sword body as the heart, and the spider-web-like cracks spread around, spreading to the foot of Song Qianji, barely stopping in front of the Chunqiu sword.

As soon as the familiar figure walked out of the mist of snow, he opened his right palm and Zhenshan Jian returned to his hand: "Xian Jianchen, you dare not take out the sword along the way, just hide in your disciple. Have you been hiding enough?"

Since we met last time, Xuyun seemed to be twenty years younger, and her old face regained its luster, her cheeks were full and her eyes were bright.

His whole body exudes the power of the God Transformation Realm, and while walking, it is like a mountain rising from the ground. Any monk will be afraid when he sees it and bow to his feet.

Unfortunately, no one worshiped him tonight.

Song Qianji and Xian Jianchen rushed to the road for days, but they were so cold that they didn't see him.

"Did you hear it?" Song Qianji took back the Chunqiu Sword and hit Xian Jianchen's arm: "Have you ever reflected on why you are so hated?"

Xian Jianchen gently stroked his temples with both hands, very artificial: "It is a mediocre person who does not attract jealousy, let alone being so handsome as a teacher."

Song Qianji immediately bent down and vomited: "Who doesn't throw his face on the ground."

He was not a person who liked to talk, nor was he good at quarrels and quarrels.

However, Xian Jianchen was very rude and said a lot. Song Qianji had to keep his spiritual energy to break through with his battle, so he could only fight back.

The two of them were quarreling all the way, but they couldn't be as quiet as a moment.

Xuyun's face turned pale.

He achieved great success tonight and descended from heaven. He couldn't wait to see the other party as if facing a great enemy. He was nervous and fearful.

‌Xian Jianchen is still Xian Jianchen, and Song Qianji is still Song Qianji.

Xian Jianchen even said to him: "Since you have an apprentice, why not leave it alone? If I had known that it would be so easy to teach your apprentice, there are many benefits to bringing your apprentice. I should have accepted an apprentice two hundred years ago! If you don't understand this, it seems that your apprentice is not useful."

Song Qianji really couldn't bear to listen and asked in a low voice: "You've never been beaten, have you?"

The Huawei Zhenshan Sword trembled, as if it sensed the angry person of the sword holder, and let out a long whisper.

Xuyun sneered: "Two hundred years ago, it was the time when you washed away the Qiankun Palace."

Xian Jianchen recalled: "You were still a poor Jindan elder back then, without real power, without me, how could you be the head of the sect?"

"Yes, I should thank you." Xu Yun actually agreed.

His pupils were bloodshot. The Zhenshan Sword emitted a fiery flame, and the millennium frozen soil was burnt.

In that nightmare two hundred years ago, Xian Jianchen started a massacre and the senior management of Huawei Sect were completely injured.

However, he casually blew a man, threw a jar of wine, and said that from then on, you will be the head of the sect.

With Xian Jianchen speaking, no one dared to object. The person chosen was Xuyun.

Without Xian Jianchen, there would be no leader Xuyun, and there would be no sword hanging on Qiankun Hall.

His power, status and glory have come for the past two hundred years, and his shame and fear are all thanks to this man.

Killing Xian Jianchen is killing the inner demon.

"Don't thank you too much, just kowtow." Xian Jianchen actually laughed and replied.

Xuyun's pressure instantly became violent, and he rushed to kill like a mountain.

Song Qianji used the Chunqiu sword to support the sword energy barrier to block it, and a fine cold sweat oozed out of his forehead: "You can't say a few words?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword in Zhenshan broke through the wind!

The fields were vast, without any obstruction, and Song Qianji had no choice but to meet with his sword.

The Spring and Autumn Sword is the King's Sword, and the Mountain Sword is the Mountain Sword. They are both lucky and powerful and powerful. This place is vast and boundless, suitable for displaying the magical powers of great opening and unification.

The two swords fought in one place, and the sword light was unsteadily swallowed and spit out, like two crazy dragons wandering around the world, roaring and fighting.

The moonlight was shattered by the sword energy, and the sword shadow covered ten radius. Song Qianji's face became paler and paler. Apart from the gap in realm, the other party's spiritual energy was extremely thick, as if it was inexhaustible.

"You are not helping this time?" He yelled at Xian Jianchen.

A short sword flew over.

I heard Xian Jianchen: "This is my use of the Huawei Sect to make a big fuss two hundred years ago, called "Slaying Evils". This sword is invincible and will defeat the evil spirits in the world. Since all grudges are due to it, it will be settled."

"So short?" Song Qianji changed his sword and was speechless.

The Zhenshan Sword is the sword of protecting the sect. Xuyun practiced it as the orthodox Huawei Sword Technique. This place is not a certain devil's cave in the West Sea. What's the use of him using this "slaying evil"?

The Zhenshan Sword is four feet and six inches long, violent as fire. The evil-killing sword is only famous for its name, only two feet long, and its breath is as clear as a clear spring.

For a time, the "black dragon" roared everywhere, and the momentum of the "white dragon" was greatly reduced.

Xu Yun sneered proudly: "Song Qianji, do you know this person? Do you know his past? He is cruel and useless. When he gets his natal sword back, you will be useless to him. Will he keep you? If he really needs an apprentice, why are you alone for hundreds of years?!"

If Xu Yun could only kill one person in this world except Xian Jianchen, he would definitely choose Song Qianji.

Qianqu Rise accompanied the decline of Huawei Sect. Without Song Qianji, his only daughter would not deviate from her father and sect, and would go on a path of disagreement.

Solving the Song submarine aircraft is to solve the problem.

Xian Jianchen seemed to have not heard these provocations, and was still chanting the Heart Method of Slaying the Evil Sword.

The sword of Zhenshan was filled with sword energy, and Song Qianji could not stop him. Xian Jianchen sat on the ground, allowing his clothes to be cut by the sword energy, showing blood marks.

"You hold the sword of evil-killing, you need to be clear in your heart, and believe that evil cannot overcome righteousness. All evils are born from your heart. First, cut off your own hearts from thousands of greed, and come to kill demons and eliminate demons!" Xian Jianchen suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, "I forgot that you are a man who has no great prospects, only knowing that you are guarding one acre of three parts of land. How can you have millions of greed?"

"There are thousands of kinds of land per acre, so why bother to the sky?" Song Qianji smiled.

His hand was getting lighter and more agile, as if it was a gurgling stream, and it was everywhere.

The clear air cleanses the world, the thick clouds shatter, the moon shadows reappear, and the violent mountain sword was restrained.

Xuyun was furious and angry: "How could this be!"

Xian Jianchen sighed: "You have practiced the quick-achieving evil method and will not have a great chance in this life."

His smile was restrained and his tone was a little regretful.

Xuyun's eyes flashed: "‌ is still talking nonsense when it is about to come!"

Xian Jianchen: "If it weren't for this, how could the Evil-Slaying Sword defeat you?"

Xuyun drank: "Open!"

Space shocked and boundary spread. A real mountain faced Xian Jianchen, and Song submarine pressed down with a bang!

Song Qianji was wary of it and shouted: "Open!"

The two spaces collided with each other, and a golden light flashed and golden light shone. The towering mountains were blocked by wheat waves like sea tides, and even the Zhenshan Sword was flooded by the boundless wheat fields.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the sword sword will be transformed into ten, and the sword shadows will appear together!

Xuyun was about to recall Zhenshan Jian, but suddenly his body stumbled and fell toward him.

He fell to the ground, lowered his head in a daze, looking at the blood hole in his chest, unbelievable and extremely unwilling to accept it: "Why?!"

It was clearly his great success in his magical skills and his cultivation was even better.

The evil-killing sword flew slowly towards Song Qianji, and the clear air overflowed and washed the battlefield.

The snow mist dust and the black and white sword shadows disappeared in an instant, the night sky returned to clear, and the bright moon reappeared.

Xian Jianchen stood: "If you come here in person this time, you might be able to force me to draw the sword, but you are afraid of me. Even if you know that I was injured and my hand was gone, you are still afraid of me. You only dare to incarnate me, and this battle is destined to be unwinding."

The evil-killing sword flew around Song Qian's machine and refused to return to the sheath.

Song Qianji touched it like a puppy that wanted to seek credit: "Incarnate, his body will be damaged. If you can't win the battle of Thousand Canals, you can withdraw your troops."

"Do you think you won?" Xu Yun fell in a pool of blood, laughing with all his strength, "Song Qianji, you really worship a good master. In this world, you are not just a human being!"

Before he finished speaking, a loud rumbling sound came from afar, like rolling thunder.

The sound went from far to near until the earth began to tremble.

It was as if a tsunami was approaching, and an avalanche was brewing.

Half of the Immortal Alliance was attacking Qianqu, but it could not be attacked for a long time. The other half came to chase Song Qianji, but was restrained by opposition forces and exhausted.

What cards do the enemy's hand have?

Song Qianji looked at the sky, his expression changed slightly, and he sacrificed the Shadowless Sword: "Go!"

The snow and dust in the sky, the outlines of the black shadows finally became clear. There were countless monsters roaring in the sky and the earth.

Three-headed birds with giant wings covering the sky and the moon, iron-toothed tigers with sharp claws lifting the ground, and silver-scaled pythons carrying red-haired turtles, golden rocs carrying silver-armed apes, jackals, tigers, leopards, snakes, insects, rats and ants gathered into a rolling beast tide, and black rushing to the snowfield.
To be continued...