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"This guy, it seems I have to be more careful."

Ling Jian murmured to himself, and his heart was more wary.

"The four saints and the six saints are abominable. Either they were at peace or they were the same person..."

Ling Jian guesses boldly, but thinks that the latter is very unlikely. He has a strong intuition that the body was fighting the fourth Saint son at the beginning, but the fourth Saint son deliberately described himself as the sixth Saint son

"The Four Saints claimed to be the six saints at the beginning, so what about the six saints who were even qianning? Did she also pretend to be another saint, or did she pretend to be the sixth saint? "

"No matter what, these two people are suspicious and focus on. I must pay special attention to these two people in the sectarian realm this time."

Ling Jian's heart murmured that he had given himself a preventive injection.

Brush!

Ling Jian stepped on the air of the sword. When he stamped on the air of the sword, the air of the sword vibrated and sent out a buzzing sound. It pierced the air and entered the eardrum. Then it rose to the sky and headed for the mountains of qingyunzong.

"All of a sudden, it should calm down?"

Ling Jian is sharp and sharp. Looking at the blue sky, he is also filled with emotion. No one thought that this time when he entered the Yuntian mountains, he was so soul stirring. Especially on the way back, he met Mr. Wo of wanlei Zongjiu chongtian.

To a certain extent, this level of strong is not comparable to Ling Jian. He can't even escape. After all, he has learned the speed of black wing fighting dragon before.

But unfortunately, the old man was too confident in himself. Maybe, in his opinion, he had never had the power of soul capture to crush any enemy. However, he never thought that Ling Jian's pupil skill was still above him.

"This old man, if he didn't compete with me, I'm afraid he would be doomed today. Even if he escaped, he would be chased by old wo. At that time, I'm afraid it would affect qingyunzong."

Ling Jianxin has a lingering fear. He may not have much feelings for qingyunzong, but his third aunt Luo Tianyan loves him from the bottom of his heart and doesn't want anything to happen to him.

Thoughts are flying. Ling Jian feels the pleasure of flying. The white clouds are moving like a movie. Soon, the mountain terrain of Qingyun Mountain appears in his sight.

It's the first time to look down at Qingyun Mountain from the high altitude, which makes Ling Jianwei feel stunned, and he is crying and laughing.

The terrain of Qingyun Mountain is very dangerous. Although it is not a high mountain, the arc of the mountain is quite impressive. Waves spread out from the periphery of the mountain, and the ripples condense. It seems that there are many flying swords passing through the ripples, and there are many sharp swords around half of the sky of Qingyun Mountain.

A sharp wave spread out from this half of the sky. Even Ling Jian, who was still a long distance away from Qingyun Mountain, felt the stinging pain from his eyes when he looked at that place

"This is..."

"Is it three thousand sword formation?"

Ling Jian was puzzled, and his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something. His eyes suddenly swept towards half of the sky. The tingling sensation came again and swept his heart.

"What a strong fluctuation..."

Ling Jian was shocked and excited. When he went to the Yuntian mountains, his third aunt had already sent someone to prepare the materials for the three thousand sword array. Now the three thousand sword array has been fully deployed?

Before, when he confronted with sanshengzi of wanlei sect and yinlao of Xiaojie sect, the reason why he said three thousand sword formation was to intimidate these people. Although, now, all these people are dead, the importance of three thousand sword formation is self-evident to Qingyun sect.

At the beginning, he thought that the three thousand sword array had not been well deployed. Unexpectedly, it had been completely successfully deployed so soon.

"I don't believe it. I can't see through a sword array."

In front of me, although there were waves of three thousand sword array, Ling Jian still felt that there was something missing in this sword array.

In addition to the previous obstruction, Ling Jian's heart was choked, so he slowly fell to the ground.

"This time, I don't believe it. I can't see through a sword array!"

Ling Jian fell on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Suddenly, a sharp sword light bloomed from his eyes. In the sea of knowledge, the Qi of the sword spread all over his eyes, and then his eyes swept out.

Boom!

Just as his eyes were sweeping, there was a sudden violent shock in the sky of Qingyun Mountain. The sword array in the sky seemed to be summoned by some kind of call, shaking one after another. A series of ripples came down from the void of the sky, like thousands of pieces falling on rivers and lakes

As a result, a magnificent scene appeared. At the location of that half of the sky, there were more than a thousand sharp swords in different shapes, which were arranged like an army. They were dense and orderly, sending out a strong and sharp wave

"My feeling is not wrong. There are only 1500 handles."As his eyes swept down, Ling Jian could see the number of the sword array at a glance. However, his heart was also shocked. Even if there were only half of the sword array, even if it could only play a general power, it could not be underestimated.

More than a thousand sharp swords, like more than a thousand eyes, sweep down and seem to be able to distinguish the identity of Ling Jian. Suddenly, the sharp swords spread out one after another. In a moment, the void waves and ripples reappear. Where half of the sky of Qingyun Mountain is, the void collapses like a Buddha, and the air waves are rolling and earth shaking.

Whoosh!

The wave from Qingyun Mountain made some disciples in Qingyun Mountain agitate. Then they saw several streamers coming and shooting towards the location of Ling Jian.

"Who dares to peep at my Qingyun Mountain?"

"I, Qingyun, Zong, am not so easy to provoke!"

The Qingyun disciples of the seven or eight martial arts school in the fourth heaven, like a sandstorm, shot from a distance, rolled up the dust and rolled up in a terrible manner.

"It's me, young Lord."

With a loud drink from Lingjian, the violent breath of the seven or eight disciples was immediately calmed down, and the sandstorm behind him was gradually converging. Finally, the figure of the seven or eight disciples appeared outside Lingjian's Zhang Xu.

"Little Lord!"

"It's really a little Lord!"

"Young master, it's very nice of you to come back!"

Ling Jian's eyes crossed the faces of these disciples one by one, but he nodded with satisfaction. Just because of that scene, Ling Jian was very happy. It seems that Qingyun sect has changed a lot.

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