Chapter 37: Broken Qinglian

　　 There is no verbal warfare, no words and words.
　　 In a battle, he was merciless, and his bones rose to the sky.
　　 Yang Jian looked up, Qing Lian looked down, and the two people’s eyes collided, and they knew that today is an endless situation.
　　 Qinglian's eyes are slightly complicated, shocked, regretful, and confused, but more often, they are still cold.
　　Yang Jian is knowing what this woman is regretting. She is regretting why she failed to kill herself for the first time. Instead, she is worried about Fu Dongliu's thoughts and Yang Jian's great kindness to them...
　　 "Huh!" Qing Lian began to transfer Zhenyuan.
　　 Yang Jian is fully absorbed, his blood is surging, like a river rolling! The waves are monstrous!
　　 A terrifying blood rose into the sky, and the spiritual power in the air collapsed!
　　 At this moment, the sitting young man behind Yang Jian flashed a gleam of light, and the eyes of the two old men, one green and one gray, were a little surprised.
　　 The old man in Tsing Yi whispered: "What an amazing exercise!"
　　 As soon as his voice fell, Qing Lian had already sacrificed the Frost Long Sword in his hand, pointed his finger at Yang Jian, and the long sword slashed directly at Yang Jian!
　　 "Stop it!"
　　 There was a trembling sound on the side of Pingtian Sword Gate.
　　 But the Frost Sword remained unmoved, still slashing towards Yang Jian with the fastest speed and the strongest power.
　　 And Yang Jian, from the corner of his gaze, he saw Fu Dongliu who was standing in front of the crowd with a disheveled hair. The smile at the corner of his mouth was slightly bitter, but the gaze under his eyes did not waver.
　　 Inhale, coagulate, fist and wind shock!
　　 Yang Jian's blouse on the upper body was stretched out a few cracks, he punched the cut Frost Sword fiercely!
　　 Fist and sword blade!
　　 was originally a body of flesh and blood. At this time, he was running the profound arts with all his strength, the blood boiled, and it turned into a jade color, looking so fragile.
　　 And that Frost Sword has already fought three times in a row, killing its opponents every field, its sharp edge, many monks have already understood it!
　　 But at this time, Yang Jian resisted the magic weapon Frost Sword with the palm of his body, and it seemed that the jade was broken on the spot!
when!
　　 The sound of Jinming! Shocking eardrums!
　　 The group of scattered repairers opened their eyes wide, looking at the Frost Sword spinning and flying towards the sky, they were a little frightened for a while.
　　 This subverted their common sense of practice!
　　 Yang Jian smashed the Frost Sword with a fist, his legs were slightly complete, and then he kicked his legs. The stone slab under his feet was directly shattered, and Yang Jian's figure rose into the sky.
　　 He is like a cheetah rushing for food, directly towards Qinglian!
　　 Qinglian was also really well-endowed in battle, and she fought fiercely against people for an unknown number of times. With a cold snort, her figure moved horizontally, leaving only a wave of cold air hitting Yang Jian.
　　 Yang Jian threw a fist to smash the cold air, but he also had a posture of ten guilds; however, he could not protect himself, and his figure fell towards the ground.
　　 Qinglian had already held the tossed Frost Sword in his hand at this time, and drew a circle at random. Inside, there were sword shadows forming in a blink of an eye, shooting towards Yang Jian's figure.
　　 "Take your life!"
　　 "By you?"
　　 Yang Jian's blood rushed toward his legs, and Yang Jian's descending speed suddenly accelerated, which could barely escape most of the sword shadow.
　　 But there were still a few sword shadows smashed on him, tearing his clothes, but they couldn't cause any scars at all, and Yang Jian could only hit him for a while.
boom!
　　 The moment Yang Jian landed, a clever force was delivered under his feet, and the stone slab in his body was shattered.
　　 Qinglian knew that Yang Jian's body was extremely powerful, but didn't have many spells. He immediately held the magic sword and used his true essence to condense sword shadows, and then blasted and killed Yang Jian!
　　Why is Xiu Yuan Shen Dao more prosperous than physical training?
　　 When the two are fighting, Xiuyuan Shendao can take advantage of the power of heaven and earth, can impose magic weapons, and condense magical powers.
　　 The body-refining cultivator of the same level can't enter the body of the primordial spirit cultivator at all, so he has been beaten by magical powers...
　　 However, this law is obviously not suitable for Yang Jian.
　　 Even though Yang Jian's strength is very close to Qinglian's strength at this time, Yang Jian is not only a martial artist who knows how to throw his fist and kick his leg.
　　 On the contrary, the battle at this time has not exceeded Yang Jian’s calculations.
　　 Yang Jian lifted his left leg and smashed it down. There was another muffled thunder, and pieces of broken stone slabs were suspended in the air by the shock.
　　 One punch, two feet, a chain of kicks!
　　 Yang Jian’s movements are sometimes like a landslide, sometimes like a fish, and sometimes his figure keeps flashing. Pieces of broken stones contain his power, and he shoots toward the blue waves!
　　 Yang Jian can stand the sword shadow Qinglian sends out, but Qinglian can't stand the slate punched by Yang Jian at random!
　　 For a while, Jianying cut off the rubble, but was also shattered by the rubble.
　　 In the endless explosion, the air between Yang Jian and Qing Lian was swallowed up by smoke and dust, but this plume of smoke and dust entrained Yang Jian's strength, and the small gravels still flew toward Qing Lian.
　　 Fairy Qinglian can only move constantly in the air, and Yang Jian is also constantly beating on the ground, using gravel as a means to consume Qinglian's true essence crazily.
　　 Qinglian had already begun to pour the pill into her mouth, her body was concentrated in more than a dozen places by small gravels, and her feathery feathers were also stained with miserable blood.
　　 The smoke and dust are full, and many monks can barely see the silhouettes facing each other up and down in the smoke and dust, constantly moving.
　　 One is like a dragon, the other is fierce and fierce.
　　 Except for the sound of broken stones, hundreds of people in the field did not hear any other sounds.
　　 Everyone was staring, lest they missed a detail and lacked the capital to brag to others in the future.
　　 suddenly heard a soft drink: "Ping Tian Jian, Jian Ping Tian!"
　　 A ray of sword light suddenly rose up into the sky, it seemed that it was an icy long sword magnified hundreds of times, directly penetrating the world!
　　 However, the old man who had been pushed by Yang Jian before shook his head and sighed: "This woman has lost."
　　 The young man is a bit unclear, so her cultivation level is not too high. At this time, it seems that the stunning beauty named Qinglian is overwhelming...
　　 This panic sword finally fell!
　　 seems to condense the power of infinite heaven and earth, and it also carries a stream of pure heaven and earth vitality!
　　 Most of the people who watched the battle were robbed of their minds. Soon after, they seemed to have seen the stars fall, the sky turned upside down, and even the nearly 100 monks who were affected by this move, they all forgot to dodge!
　　 Split the stars!
　　 Cut off the sun and the moon!
　　 At this time, Yang Jian standing on the ground has not changed at all, his eyes have not changed, and his figure has not changed at all.
　　 If you have to say something and change before the war, it can only be his robe.
　　 raised his head and looked at the sword shadow pouring from the horizon, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
　　Ping Tianjianmen, Brother Fu, I am not giving you a chance. If you shout at this moment, then maybe I don’t have to be too resolute...
　　 ridiculous, ridiculous!
　　 Because it is ridiculous, Yang Jian laughed.
　　 "Hahaha!"
　　 He stood in the dust, smiling at the world with a sword, and the hair band and his upper body clothes were all cut to pieces by the sharp sword intent.
　　 Long hair flying!
　　Bengyun sword!
　　 This is the name that Yang Jian gave him a punch. He has been in seclusion for three years. He has perfected this move!
　　 is a boxing technique, but with sword intent!
　　 Yang Jian's left fist blasted towards the sky. Although it was slow, it seemed to plunge the surrounding space into a quagmire!
　　 On his arm, a series of cyclones appeared. In the cyclone, a series of pocket swords quickly formed, emitting endless sword light and infinite sword intent.
　　 And Yang Jian's arm that blasted into the sky seemed to be transformed into a mountain rising into the sky!
　　 I saw countless holes on the mountain peak, each hole has a sword floating and sinking, containing the sword light, hiding the sword intent, gathering on the sword peak, and going away for nine days!
　　 The sky is full of smoke and dust!
　　 The sword of heaven and earth that slashed down was directly shattered by Jianfeng!
　　Only the sword peak pierced through the sky. It seemed that it had only wiped the body of a woman in mid-air, but then shot the woman directly into the sky, blood flowing!
　　 The smoke and dust rose to the sky, the phantom dissipated.
　　 In a very clean and empty field, there was only the boy who had an unknown origin and only said ‘World War I’, with his chest undulating violently and standing there sweating profusely.
　　 The punch just now was his strongest move at this time. At this time, the blood was rolling all over his body, almost breaking the blood vessels and rushing into the meridians, and he could not heal for a long time.
　　 A white shadow fell from the sky, it was the sleeve of a feather robe.
　　 Then a piece of crystal powder was blown by the wind, it was the magic sword just now.
At last……
　　 A figure fell from above the clouds, the last breath barely stabilized the figure, but it also knelt down in the middle of the clearing in embarrassment.
　　 She was bloodied all over, holding a broken sword, still standing up her waist, her eyes lonely and Yang Jian looked at each other.
　　 Yang Jian closed his fist and walked towards the woman step by step.
　　 "Yang Jian! Brother Yang!" Fu Dongliu tremblingly shouted beside him, "Will I be worthy of this life!"
　　 Yang Jian spoke, his voice a little hoarse, because his blood energy had not yet calmed down.
　　 "If I was the one who lost today, and I also have a brother who begs you to change your life, will she agree?"
　　 He has walked up to Qinglian and raised his left hand.
　　Mingming, when she fired that last sword, I gave you a chance to save her.
　　 Even if Fu Dongliu had you shouted "Junior Sister's Sword, Show Mercy", maybe Yang Jian would choose to abolish Qinglian~EbookFREE.me~ instead of this step.
　　 Qinglian sneered, and slowly closed her eyes, but she didn't say a word for mercy at all.
　　Perhaps, in her opinion, it was just a shame to herself.
　　 "Sister Qinglian!"
　　 Everyone at the Pingtian Sword Gate is waiting for the commander or peak master, or even an order from a handyman.
　　 As long as someone yells, they can rush out and take back Fairy Qinglian!
　　The more than three hundred people in the Pingtian Sword Gate all wanted to rush up at this time, but the sitting young man raised his hand, and the two old men behind him glanced over, and the group was shocked.
　　 "If you want to kill me twice, you must bear my revenge today."
　　 "Kill you not to die... sure enough, there are endless troubles..."
　　 Qinglian sneered at the corners of his mouth, with no regrets, nor any gaffe, "The monks should be like this, the strong are respected, fighting for fate. Heaven is ruthless, it's all this fate!"
　　 "Perhaps, you should be a mortal in your next life and experience the joys of family, lest you only have morality but lose your humanity."
　　 Yang Jian's raised palm always fell, neat and crisp, without muddy water.
　　 The palm of her hand slapped Qinglian's forehead. Qinglian's body trembled lightly, and then slowly fell forward, but her life was shattered.
　　 Loud crying, roaring, cursing, erupted from the side of Pingtian Sword Gate...
　　 Yang Jian glanced away, looked at the Pingtian Sword Gate, and then walked towards the group of casual cultivators without saying a word.
　　 The group of casual cultivators subconsciously gave way, silently, no one dared to pant, staring at Yang Jian, as if they wanted to remember the appearance of this young monk in his heart.
　　 This killing embryo, that Qinglian is so beautiful, it doesn't even blink.
　　 is really cruel...