Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

His eyes became as deep as the sea, covering the twelve masters hiding in a forest, some young and some middle-aged, all with profound cultivation.

Twelve great masters, for the top sect like Shenjian Peak, are nothing, but for the second-level sect, they are a force of great power.

After staring for a moment, he retracted his gaze, thinking.

Shenjian Peak is really related to them. It is actually a branch of Shenjian Peak, the ninth sword besides the eight great swords.

This branch is called Guizang Shenjian.

The best thing is to hide the breath, accumulate all the power at one point, and then burst out into a sword.

It sounds easy to condense the whole body's cultivation into a sword, but it is actually very difficult to do it.

People will think that it is desperate, pouring out all the power in a rage, and desperately attacking.

In fact, to really condense all the power and cultivation into a sword, it requires a unique practice method and a unique method, otherwise the desperate use is only three or four points more power than usual.

And through their Guizang Divine Sword method, they can burst out six or seven times the power, which is really an amazing sword.

They were originally grandmasters, and how amazing it is to burst out four or five times the power, and twelve grandmasters are all working hard.

Under normal circumstances, the Great Bright Peak will suffer a great loss.

And the appearance of Xu Qingluo and the other four drew their attention from the disciples of the Holy Church of Brightness to themselves.

Fakong's eyes flickered, and he looked at Xu Qingluo and the other four thoughtfully, but finally did not remind them.

He had already made up his mind to see them suffer.

The sword formation of Xu Qingluo and the other four operated tacitly, and they were integrated, as if they had transformed into a monster with four heads, eight hands and eight feet.

Their power was amazing, and the masters of Dayun were defeated by their swords one after another, no matter how high or low their martial arts were.

More and more masters surrounded them, but there was no way to stop them from killing people, and their actions were cruel.

Fakong counted that from the beginning to now, the number of masters of Dayun who fell under their swords has reached 36.

Most of the masters of Dayun were killed at once, which greatly reduced the pressure on the masters of the Holy Church of Light.

Fakong was very satisfied with their performance. They had done the best they could do, with perfect coordination and tacit understanding.

Zhou Yu suddenly shouted: "Be careful of assassins, twelve of them!"

The four people suddenly changed their body movements and suddenly shrank. The distance between each other was doubled. One hand waved the sword and the other hand held it.

Xu Qingluo snorted: "It's hidden deep enough."

Her bright eyes sparkled like cold stars, and she glanced coldly at the twelve people rushing over.

The twelve people were divided into two groups, six in a group, holding long swords and turning into twelve white rainbows, coming straight at an incredibly fast speed.

They were wearing green tight clothes, which were integrated with the surrounding trees. At this time, the tight clothes were close to their bodies. The long swords became brighter and brighter as they approached, and their speed became faster and faster as they approached.

Zhou Yu said: "Their accumulated power is the most powerful, and they often kill with one sword. Be careful to dodge!"

The other three immediately understood what she meant. They needed to release the power instead of forcing it.

When the twelve white lights approached the four people, the long swords were so bright that they could not be looked at directly. Their bodies left a residual shadow, as if dozens of people rushed forward.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

The clear sound was endless, as rapid as a rainstorm.

The four people retreated lightly, like catkins moving in the wind, floating lightly more than ten meters away, and then stood still.

The faces of the twelve masters of the Yu Lei Gate were livid.

They clearly had the upper hand, but they were not happy at all, but seemed to have suffered a great loss.

"Go!" One of the middle-aged men shouted in a deep voice.

They turned around and left.

"Hmph!" Xu Qingluo snorted coldly, and the sword light suddenly increased, covering the middle-aged man.

Chu Ling's sword light followed and fell.

Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang's sword lights blocked the remaining eleven people.

"Swish!" With a light whistle, Xu Qingluo's sword suddenly accelerated and pierced the middle-aged man's heart.

Her sword ignored the middle-aged man's obstruction and pierced his heart easily, but it was because the middle-aged man misjudged Xu Qingluo's sword speed.

This was not his mistake, but Xu Qingluo's sword contained the power of illusion.

At this critical moment of life and death, a slight mistake can determine life and death.

After Xu Qingluo drew out her sword, she ignored the other eleven people who were as powerful as crazy tigers and pierced another person's chest.

"Ding ding ding ding..."

In the rapid clear sound, Chu Ling, Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang blocked all the crazy attacks, while Xu Qingluo ignored the defense and attacked blindly, stabbing three people to death in the blink of an eye.

"Go!" They roared, fighting and retreating.

"I'll stop them!"

"And me!"

The two middle-aged men gritted their teeth and roared: "You go first!"

Their faces suddenly became haggard, as if they had aged thirty or forty years in an instant, but their momentum continued to rise.

"Retreat!"

The other seven people turned around and roared and rushed out, with only two middle-aged men behind them rushing madly at Xu Qingluo and the others.

Xu Qingluo and the other four suddenly swung.

Like a lotus in the water, they swung lightly, avoiding the two middle-aged men's mad rush, bypassing them, and chasing the seven people.

The seven people rushed to the woods desperately, and were about to rush in in the blink of an eye, but in a flash, Xu Qingluo and the other four were already blocking them.

After one sword, most of the power of the twelve masters of the Yu Lei Sect had been released. As a grandmaster, he recovered very quickly.

But it was impossible to recover completely in the blink of an eye, and he was already in a weak state.

The speed of Xu Qingluo and the other three is rare in the world. How can the weak Yu Leimen masters catch up with them?

Once they got close, Xu Qingluo did not hesitate and continued to stab with the sword.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Chu Ling and the other three defended, and Xu Qingluo continued to stab with the sword.

In the blink of an eye, three more masters were stabbed in the heart and died. The remaining four had already fled and entered the woods.

The two middle-aged men who were to be the last had faces as haggard as old men. They were more powerful, like a blazing torch, and their speed was getting faster and faster, catching up with Xu Qingluo and the other four.

Xu Qingluo and the other four retreated lightly. They did not take the lead or block the pursuit of the two of them, but only used the word "discharge" technique.

Fakong nodded with satisfaction.

They handled it calmly and meticulously. It was the first time they faced this situation, and they were not confused at all. Instead, they advanced and retreated freely.

Xu Qingluo's swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.

She had already integrated part of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra into her swordsmanship.

If it were in the past, I would definitely oppose her doing this. The Void Fetal Breathing Sutra is the root of the disaster.

Now I am no longer afraid of others knowing that I have practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra. The secret of the White Lotus Temple's demise has not been solved yet, and I am trying to solve it through the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra.

"Ding! Ding!" Suddenly, two clear sounds were heard, and two swords flew up.

The two old men with haggard faces fell to the ground limply, and their long swords flew out of their hands. They were stabbed in the heart by Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu respectively.

They fell to the ground unwillingly, and their eyes dimmed.

"This mental method is really weird and domineering." Zhou Yang looked at their miserable state and said in amazement: "Is it a trick to die together?"

Zhou Yu whispered: "Accumulate power for a strike. If you can't succeed, you have to flee thousands of miles away. What a pity..."

They happened to run into the four of them. Their lightness skills were outstanding, so they couldn't get away. It can only be said that they were unlucky.

Zhou Yang said, "If we weren't better at Qinggong, we would have been in trouble."

The momentum of these twelve guys was too strong. If the four of us hadn't been better at physical training and could have dissipated and transformed the force in time, we wouldn't have been able to stop them.

Strength can defeat skill. The force they suddenly burst out was too strong.