Chapter 578： The fate of the Chinese is not determined by anyone!

Bukong Cicada finally couldn't hold it back, and said coldly: "Kill my junior and dare to say madly, first take my sword and say it!"

With that, Bukong Chan's eyebrows suddenly showed a small, small sword, which was more delicate and clear than He Tianyuan's.

Bukong Chan waved his hand, this small Lingding sword was divided into two and turned into four, and in the blink of an eye, countless small Lingding swords were transformed, and then the sword gasified the dragon, and hit Xue An directly.

Such prestige made Wu Qisha and Lian Yunzhi all look at him.

It really deserves to be the first person in the 100-year history of Wuzuong!

With this hand, even in the land of Zhongzhou, it is commendable.

I saw this huge dragon made up of countless small swords rushing to and around Xue An, the dragon head lifted, and directly rushed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Bukong Cicada looked indifferent, standing in the air and watching quietly.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wu Qisha's mouth, thinking that under this blow, this Chinese man would definitely not be spared.

But at this moment, Xue An raised his head to look at the dragon head that rushed forward, with an indifferent expression, raising his hand and pressing directly on the dragon head.

It was such an understatement.

This sword-turned giant dragon seemed to have been hit by a giant on a dead spot, and the whole body instantly twisted and struggled crazily.

At the same time, Bukong Cicada in mid-air was struck by lightning, his complexion suddenly darkened, and a trace of blood slowly leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, she was also seriously injured by this blow.

But at this step, Kong Chan's sword heart has been honed as hard as iron. Although he was injured by the back shock, his expression has not changed at all, and there is a bright light in his eyes, and he screams coldly.

"Sword Hua Wuwang!"

boom!

The dragon disintegrated in an instant, and then the boundless little sword swallowed Xue An.

Suddenly, apart from the sound of sword energy breaking through the air, the audience can be said to be completely silent.

"Is it dead?" someone asked uncertainly.

"It should be dead! With such a powerful sword, even Jinxian has to fall on the spot!" Someone agreed.

"It seems that Wuwangxianzong is overbearing! This step Kongchan is the first of the younger generation in the Northwest!" Someone sighed.

In these comments, Wu Qisha laughed happily.

"Pretending to be a ghost for a long time, didn't it turn out to be a ghost under the sword?"

Lian Yunzhi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, since this person is dead, everything is easy.

Only Liu Keke had been watching the sword sea wriggling around like a dragon and snake.

Will this mysterious man die so easily?

Qiandiao Haoyan also said with a sneer at this moment: "God punishes these Chinese people so that they can't cultivate. This is punishment for the sins they have committed in the past! Does a Chinese people dare to go against the sky?"

As soon as the voice fell, I heard a calm voice from among the endless little swords.

"The fate of the Chinese is never determined by others! If the sky is unfair, then it is against the sky...what's the problem?"

how is this possible?

Hearing this voice, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Especially Bukong Cicada, her face that had always been Gujing Bubo also showed a look of shock at this moment.

Then I saw a person stepping out of this endless sword sea.

Wherever they went, these restless little swords seemed to have seen their own emperor, and they bowed down to show their submission.

When Xue An walked out of the sword sea and stood in the field.

These small and small swords began to disintegrate and break into pieces, turning into dusty sword lights.

And every time it disintegrated, Kong Chan's complexion became white at this step.

When all the small swords finally turned into powder, Bukong Chan opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the whole body was crumbling, apparently already seriously injured.

Xue An looked at Qiandiao Haoyan, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Is that what you said just now?"

Qiandiao Haoyan wanted to scold him, but somehow, when he came into contact with Xue An's eyes, he felt cold all over his body, and all the following words were held in his throat and could not be said.

Xue An shook his head at this time, "No need to answer, yes or no, it doesn't matter now!"

Qiandiao Haoyan hadn't understood what it meant.

Seeing Xue An stretched out his hand, he said coldly: "Come on!"

The sword lights that had been transformed from Lingding Xiaojian began to surge wildly, and in the blink of an eye they condensed into a long sword exuding biting sword aura, and flew directly into Xue An's hands.

Then Xue An looked up and said coldly: "Chinese shame, let's start with you!"

After speaking, a sword swung out.

This is an indescribable sword.

It was as if a giant was slashing the sky and the jedi, and a sword light that was as bright as the stars, the sun and the moon, slashed directly.

Qiandiao Haoyan screamed and wanted to dodge, but the speed of this sword was beyond the scope of human comprehension.

Click.

This sword cut the Qiandiao Haoyan in the longevity realm in half.

The blood was spilled and the stump fell to the ground.

But Bukong Chan's face was gray and defeated, staring at the sword, shaking his whole body.

Because in front of this sword, all her so-called kendo cultivation bases became a joke.

Click.

With a crisp sound, Bukong Chan's sword heart shattered.

Bukong Chan, who is the first in the true biography of Wuwangzong, and is known as the first young cultivator in a century, has his sword heart broken and his cultivation destroyed.

At the same time, a cloud of gray brilliance rose above the remnant of Qiandiao Haoyan, and he turned and wanted to run.

But Xue An's thoughts dissipated, and the remnant soul of Qiandiao Haoyan was also wiped out in an instant.

At this point, the king of thousands of birds has lost his soul and vitality.

The audience was silent.

Xue An turned to look at Wu Qisha who was aside.

Wu Qisha trembled with fright, and immediately said: "Friends of Taoism, please be forgive, I don't want this true immortal legacy! Goodbye!"

Wu Qisha could see that although Xue An had no cultivation base, his physical skills and spirituality were beyond the scope of ordinary people's understanding.

Moreover, the sword just now scared Wu Qisha's courage so that he no longer has the ambition to be competitive, just want to leave here to save his life.

But he turned to leave.

Xue An said indifferently: "I'm leaving now, don't you think it's too late?"

Wu Qisha stiffened all over, turning around slowly, with a cruel look on his face.

"Friends, do you still want to kill them all?"

Xue An smiled slightly, "Congratulations, you got it right!"

Wu Qi's face showed a resolute look and roared, "I really thought I was afraid that you would not succeed, and the evil spirit would destroy the world!"

Wu Qisha finally used his strongest hole card.

A huge virtual image slowly rose from behind Wu Qisha.

This is a statue of the evil **** of hell, with a black and blue body sitting on a huge black lotus flower, and four faces on his head, facing each other!

The face facing everyone closed his eyes.

As soon as the statue came out, Wu Qisha vomited a few big mouthfuls of blood, obviously it was extremely reluctant for him to use this trick.

Even so, Wu Qisha's face still showed a carefree grin.

"Boy, you are proud to be able to force me to use this trick! Cthulhu is here, you are all ants, go to death!"