Chapter 3560： Dajiao Son? Just kill

Mount Qingcheng is one of the ancient great religions, and no one has ever dared to look down upon it.

Yan Yixiao was less than five hundred years old, and he held the Qingfeng sword, which was enough to see that many ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain had high hopes for him.

This sword is the most perfect sword intent burst of his life!

Even if it is the sage of Qingcheng Mountain here, there will never be any dissatisfaction with such a sword.

"Yan Yixiao has already touched the fur of the kendo will! If he is given time, maybe he will have a chance to hit the emperor realm forever!"

Several holy monarchs looked faintly towards this side, and one of them nodded slightly in approval. Everyone saw that it was a holy monarch in Sanqing Hall, who had been famous for countless years. Actually still alive now!

"Although the young man has a weird cultivation base and powerful methods, he is still a bit too arrogant in the face of the Inheritance Son coming out of Qingcheng Mountain."

Many strong men also shook their heads.

The vast majority of people who can set foot in the fairyland are people of great background.

The top geniuses who were not born in the imperial sect or at least one big sect, and even those who are truly qualified to compete to enter the Samsara Tower, are only the saints of the big sect, and even the emperor and goddess of the emperor.

As for the others, no matter how powerful they are, they are just to accompany the prince to study and go through the scene.

The few casual cultivators who were lucky enough to survive were not counted among them at all.

Even a single look from those real big shots would be enough to wipe out the Holy Emperor! There were a few casual repairs who weren't even the upper emperor, and they didn't even have the qualifications for cannon fodder.

As Yan Yixiao cut out a sword perfectly, everyone was sure.

But someone gave a soft hey.

"That person seems familiar?"

It's a pity that few people care, even if someone hears it, it just laughs.

The horrible blue sword aura of nearly a thousand feet, even the surrounding world, faintly trembles, as if it can't bear the destruction.

You know, this is fairyland! How powerful is the surrounding heaven and earth, even the holy emperor can't break the void, but by this sword, a crack that is one foot wide is directly cut out!

"With this sword, even the holy emperor will only end up with hatred!"

A certain old holy emperor has a solemn face, and he can be considered to have lived for tens of thousands of years, but he also has to sigh that talented people come out from generation to generation, and new generations replace old ones.

Yan Yixiao, not the strongest among the many saint sons and daughters of the great religion, but it can also have such power!

How can they keep the face of the holy emperor of the older generation?

"This is your strongest sword?"

But suddenly, an indifferent voice came to everyone's ears.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, there was suddenly a figure, gently referring to the sword, slashing out with a volley!

Behind him, thousands of horrible sword intent appeared!

Those sword intent turned into a sword aura, instantly splitting the world in front of you! It easily shredded Yan Yixiao to perfection, condensing the cyan sword energy of the ancient will in the Qingfeng sword in his hand!

"impossible!"

boom!

Yan Yixiao shouted crazy!

But there is no way to stop the arrival of this sword!

Even the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, which is known as one of the three divine swords of Qingcheng Mountain, directly uttered a crisp whine!

Take a closer look, this divine sword, which is known as infinitely close to the emperor soldier, has cracks unexpectedly! Everyone was shocked!

The horrible sword energy instantly slashed Yan Yixiao with the sword, directly! It didn't even dissipate even after crossing thousands of miles!

Everyone looked around, but saw Yan Yixiao staying in the void stupidly, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was densely covered with numerous cracks!

Behind him, a horrible crack that was hundreds of meters wide and spreading thousands of miles appeared on the ground, like a scourge from the gods, directly forming a huge canyon!

The power of a sword!

This is just a sword of power!

Everyone gasped!

"Brother!"

With a few wailing, Yan Yixiao turned his head slowly, as if he wanted to see the traces of the sword at last.

Unfortunately, his whole person seems to have lost the meaning of existence, turned into a little starlight, and completely dissipated.

At the same time, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, which was almost broken into pieces by Li Ye's sword, made waves of mourning, turned into a blue light, and was about to flee away!

Spiritual soldiers! Although the Qingfeng Sword is not an imperial weapon, it is far more powerful than an ordinary peak imperial weapon! It has been refined by Daojun Qingfeng of Qingcheng Mountain for tens of thousands of years, and has already possessed extremely high spirituality.

Yan Yixiao was already gone, Qingfengjian naturally wanted to escape and return to the ancestral land of Qingcheng Mountain!

But at this moment, Li Ye, who had been waiting for a long time, grabbed the magic sword of Mount Qingcheng in his hand.

"It's a good sword, but unfortunately, I didn't meet a suitable owner."

Although the Qingfeng sword was full of cracks at this moment, it seemed that it might break at any time. But only Li Ye knew that as long as there is a strong person who is willing to nurture refining with essence and blood, he can completely restore his original appearance.

Naturally, it is beyond ordinary people's ability to surrender such magic weapons.

At least it must be the existence of the holy monarch, Yan Yixiao can surrender, but it is because he is the son of Qingcheng Mountain inheritance, and can be reluctantly conquered to become his own magic weapon.

Li Ye naturally took it away unceremoniously. Although the Qingfeng Sword was not as good as his Seven-Star Sword, even if Li Ye saw this magic weapon, he would be moved.

Although he can't use it, it doesn't mean that others can't use it.

"Thief! Pay back the sage soldier!"

The eyes of the elders of Mount Qingcheng were red!

The saint son of this religion was beheaded by a sword in front of them! Even that sword not only slashed Yan Yixiao's body, but also his Daogen and souls were slashed by a sword!

It is a real depletion, there is no possibility of resurrection! It is impossible to fall into reincarnation and reincarnate.

This is more than that, Li Ye even kept the Qingfeng sword forcibly, in front of everyone, forcibly grabbing!

At this moment, the elders of the Holy Emperor on Mount Qingcheng reacted! Angry on the spot!

As for everyone, they were already scared by Li Ye's sword just now!

"God! Who is that sacred kid?"

"Yan Yixiao was actually killed by Yijian? Even the Qingfeng sword in his hand was almost smashed?"

"Fuck, take a look! This person is definitely not a nameless person! This is simply better than the saint son of Dajiao, no! Even if the emperor of the emperor comes, it is not so abnormal, right?"

Just now everyone didn't look at Li Ye, although Li Ye broke into the fairyland alone, he was ultimately weak.

But now, as Yan Yixiao was killed by Li Ye with a casual sword, if they hadn't guessed that Li Ye must have a big background, they would really live on a dog for thousands of years.

At the same time, the central area of ​​Xiantu!

A series of terrifying spiritual thoughts, a pair of powerful eyes, all looked over!