School belle, be more reserved, I can’t pretend anymore.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, Zhang Weijian flew high into the sky with his sword and his body, but a bright spot could be vaguely seen.

If nothing else, the dazzling bright spot is Zhang Weijian's bald head.

Because his head is so smooth, it can reflect more sunlight in the air.

We can only use that dazzling bright spot to find the flight path of the sword god Zhang Weijian.

suddenly.

The majestic sword energy on Zhang Weijian exploded in the air like fireworks, and quickly gathered towards the location of Qin Changshou. The sword energy was so sharp that even the nearby trees were instantly cut into bald heads.

"Look, the Sword God's Lingtian strike!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone's attention was gathered together again.

At this time, a bright spot appeared hundreds of feet above Qin Changshou's head. The bright spot became brighter and brighter, and a faint trace of fire could be seen.

There is no doubt that the bright spot is Zhang Weijian.

It was obvious that Zhang Weijian wanted to use the power of his fall to launch the strongest blow.

Let alone a mortal human being, even this Chen family compound would probably be turned into ruins in an instant if it suffered such a sky-high blow from the Sword God.

Upon seeing this, Chen Tianhe immediately told everyone to step back to avoid hurting innocent people.

There was no way, Zhang Weijian's move was so powerful that it was almost as powerful as a small nuclear bomb.

"elder brother!"

"Run!"

Before Chen Xiaoyi was dragged away, she couldn't help but scream.

When Qin Changshou heard this, he turned to look at the girl and made another OK gesture.

At this time, Zhang Weijian, who fell from the sky, was almost on top of Qin Changshou's head, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and a ferocious smile on his face.

But the next second, Zhang Weijian twitched the corner of his mouth, and the surface of his face suddenly solidified.

Because just when he was about to insert the long sword into Qin Changshou's Tianling Cap, Qin Changshou raised his head and glanced at him.

"this!"

"How can it be!"

Zhang Weijian was shocked and used all his strength to force his attack to deviate from the current trajectory. Because of this forced release of force, his body completely lost his balance and quickly spun in the air, like a windmill, unable to stop at all.

At that moment, Zhang Weijian felt like he was going to die!

Now that he stopped in time, the terrifying feeling disappeared, and Qin Changshou's aura returned to normal, as subtle as an ordinary person.

"What's the matter?"

"Why can't I feel his breath at all?"

"Is he so powerful that... even with my Nascent Soul level strength, I can't see through his realm?"

"But it's impossible!"

Zhang Weijian was spinning in circles in the air while thinking. He felt like his brain cells were dying in pieces, but he couldn't figure it out.

But at this time, Qin Changshou shook his head and walked quickly in the direction of Sword Master Wuming.

Everyone was puzzled and looked at Qin Changshou with some vigilance.

But Qin Changshou suddenly moved a few steps to the side, walked to Chen Xiaoyi, and asked: "Xiaoyi, is the porcelain bottle I gave you before still there?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Brother, what do you want that little bottle for?"

Chen Xiaoyi took out the inconspicuous porcelain bottle from his pocket. He wanted to keep it for a lifetime, but he didn't expect Qin Changshou to come over and ask for the bottle.

"Now I want to help Senior Sword Master heal his injuries, and I need to use that small bottle!"

Qin Changshou smiled and reached out to take the small porcelain bottle and look at it carefully.

"So that's it, what should I do next?"

Chen Xiaoyi looked very expectantly, staring straight at Qin Changshou...