At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two swords collided, and the whole Qiankun Palace was shaking violently, as if it was about to collapse.

Bang!

A loud noise came, and a terrifying shock wave spread downward with Zhao Yuzhen as the center.

Hua La La——

The whole Qiankun Palace collapsed, debris filled the sky, and smoke and dust rose.

"Hurry up and protect the ancestor!" Yin Changsong's pupils shrank, and he called the disciples around him in a deep voice.

After hearing Yin Changsong's words, all the disciples swarmed into the Qiankun Hall.

In the Qiankun Hall, the statue of the Three Pure Ones was crumbling, and all the disciples offered their peach wood swords to resist the aftermath of the sword intent spreading from the sky.

Chunjun and Yuchang descended from the sky, not because of Xiao Ruolin's sword moves, but because the system summoned them from the sky.

In other words, the two long swords appeared in the sky at the first time and fell at a very fast speed.

Only a fool would step forward to resist, because the speed at which the sword fell was impossible for ordinary people to stop.

When the wheel sword fell, Langya Wang Shu and Jin Xuan worked together to stop the sword, and both suffered heavy injuries.

Later, when the Chengying sword fell, it directly destroyed the former eunuch with one sword and saved him from danger.

Today, two famous swords fell again, and Zhao Yuzhen went forward alone to meet the swords.

Even if he was in the half-step divine wandering realm, he would probably suffer a lot of damage.

Xiao Ruolin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, maybe he could stick to the task.

After all, the sword that fell from the sky, if its speed was not slow, its power was not low, it could be regarded as a big killer move.

Sure enough, when Zhao Yuzhen felt the terrifying pressure from the two long swords, the peach blossom in his hand was shaky, as if it was about to be torn apart by the sword.

If the peach blossom broke at this time, with the power emitted by the two long swords, he would probably have to lie in bed for three years.

In the Qiankun Hall, the Qingxiao placed in the center, the sword body talisman flashed, and it trembled violently.

The next second, Qingxiao rushed out of the scabbard and turned into a stream of light straight into the sky.

"What? The Qingxiao Sword actually left the scabbard on its own initiative!"

"Oh my God! Where is Qingxiao going to fly?"

"Master Yin! Master Yin! Qingxiao is running away!"

The disciples who saw this scene were shocked and shouted loudly.

Looking at this group of disciples who were making a fuss, Yin Changsong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and said unhappily: "What are you shouting for! A bunch of useless people, haven't you seen the famous sword recognize its master!"

Famous swords have spiritual consciousness, and every extraordinary sword has a sword spirit inside.

The sword is spiritual, no longer a cold weapon, and will automatically unsheathe to protect the master when it senses the call and danger of the master.

As the Qingcheng Mountain sect sword, Qingxiao is no exception.

Suddenly, Yin Changsong's eyes widened, he swept the wood chips on his head and looked up at the sky.

"Yuzhen, who can make Qingxiao unsheathe to protect the master, is in trouble?"

In the sky, Zhao Yuzhen fell from the air at a very fast speed.

Seeing the cracks gradually appearing on the peach blossom, Zhao Yuzhen felt very distressed. He wanted to put away the peach blossom and planned to use his body to resist the two swords.

Looking at the Chunjun and Yuchang in front of him, the patterns on the two swords were simple and exquisite, and the emblems were complicated and disordered. Obviously, they were not ordinary swords.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen was unsure.

I don’t know if his dragon elephant power can withstand it.

Just when he was about to use the dragon elephant power, he suddenly felt a chill in his chrysanthemum.

He looked down and saw Qingxiao rushing down at a very fast speed.

Zhao Yuzhen’s pupils suddenly shrank, and looking at the place where Qingxiao’s sword pointed, his chrysanthemum tightened.

In these years, he rarely touched Qingxiao, and usually peach blossoms accompanied him.

Peach blossoms are spiritual, but Qingxiao is also spiritual. Every time he was in meditation in Qiankun Hall, he could sense Qingxiao’s dissatisfaction.

This tricky angle, this difficult situation...

Qingxiao won't? ! !

Zhao Yuzhen's face changed from cloudy to bright, and his heart was beating fast.

He tried to call Qingxiao, but Qingxiao didn't respond.

It's over! Zhao Yuzhen thought.

But Qingxiao didn't make things difficult for him as he imagined, and the sword body exuded a three-foot blue cloud.

The sword met Chunjun and Yuchang, Taohua got a breather instantly, and Zhao Yuzhen's descent was slowed down.

Looking at Qingxiao's figure, Zhao Yuzhen was deeply moved.

Qingxiao!

You really still love me!