Chapter 527 (2/2)

Qinglian kisses Jiang Lin on the cheek. Jiang Lin rubs her little head with a smile. A spirit force spreads from his palm into her body.

Soon, Qinglian feels that her body is very heavy, her eyes will begin to blur, and her eyes will gradually pull up.

After a cup of tea, Qinglian was already lying in Jianglin's arms and breathing steadily.

At the same time, Jiang Lin separated a Yuanying villain and sneaked into Qinglian's body.

”Let's start!”

Pick up Qinglian and drag Jianglin out slowly.

Surrounded by Jianglin sword Qi, Qinglian slowly floats into the air.

Feel that someone wants to unlock his master's hole and release the sword Qi. The nine long swords behind Qinglian fly out under the traction of Jianglin! Form your own sword array.

At the same time, from the center of Jiang Lin's eyebrows, a crystal clear and beautiful long sword also swept out.

If there is induction, nine ancient swords stab Chu Xue, but when the nine flying swords have just moved forward for less than one meter, Chu Xue's frost sword Qi will completely freeze them!

Like popsicles, nine long swords fell straight to the ground, and the carp fought several times, but finally fell silent.

The first snow turns into a flash of streamer and rushes into Qinglian's eyebrows. In Qinglian's eyebrows, the first snow not only breaks through one Lingqiao after another, but also leaves linglie's incomparable sword Qi at the same time!

When chuxue penetrates all the orifices of Qinglian, chuxue turns into a woman and stands under Qinglian's longevity bridge.

Looking at the majestic sword Qi suppressed under the bridge, the woman wearing a pleated skirt and bare ankles slowly raised her snow-white bare feet and stepped into the long river of sword Qi.

When the river in the long river of sword Qi submerged the pale ankle in the first snow, the whole river began to turn wildly!

”Brush!”

The billowing sword Qi rushes straight into the river! Hundreds of water droplets are sucked upside down!

Standing in the river, the first snow that was not wet by the river looked at the Changsheng bridge with snow-white eyes.

Changsheng bridge is the foundation of friars' cultivation, and Qinglian has a special constitution. Changsheng bridge is a sword bone.

The first snow stretched out its slender hand and gently lifted it. In an instant, the whole Changsheng bridge seemed to collapse under the pressure of 10000 tons!

While the Changsheng bridge in Qinglian collapsed! Qinglian's body was hard to control. Now it's like the sword Qi of a runaway wild horse!

In the sword cave! Under the traction of Jiang Lin, the sword Qi in the sword cave also rushes back to Qinglian, which resists each other and maintains an unimaginable balance.

”Here we go!”

Jiang is in a cold sweat, his fingers close together as a sword, pointing to the center of Qinglian's eyebrows! Read the formula taught by Mrs. Lin, and a pocket sword was slowly pulled out from Qinglian's eyebrows.

This is the last sword seal!

When the sword is completely pulled out! Within the fifth floor of Linglong sword Pavilion! It's all swords!

......

”Qinglian...”

”Madam!”

Wan Jianzong, Jian Zong, at the same time, Lin batian rushed into the courtyard, and Lin XiuXiu, who was lying in front of the dressing table for a while, just raised his head.

They looked at each other with four eyes. Although they were speechless, they all knew that the boy began to correct the sword bone for Qinglian.

In the ancestral hall, there are two lights.

This is the life lamp of Qingwan and Qinglian. The beating candle is Qinglian's life. When the lamp goes out, people don't die, but when people die, the lamp goes out.