Chapter 1375： It's worthy of you

"Um?"

Qing Yang frowned slightly, and looked up at the void.

In the next instant, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw ten sword shadows falling from the sky like a torrent of sword energy at that star sea.

"Om!"

The ten swords snaked and screamed.

What is even more frightening is that these ten swords are surrounded by completely different rules of order.

Thousands of visions alternated ups and downs across the sword mark, and in front of everyone, there seemed to be a haze of chaos quietly rising.

In the mist, divine shadows were faintly visible.

The endless sound of Taoism ran through thousands of miles, like a sacrifice of immortals, which made people deeply horrified.

After those ten swords, Ling Xiao stepped forward, shaking in black.

Three thousand black hairs are gleaming and clear, and the eyes seem to be filled with the purest divinity, like a sword fairy who has come to nine days, the sky is vast as the light reaches.

"This is…"

Qing Yang's expression became serious again.

He could feel that the ranks of the ten ancient swords in front of him had reached the category of the holy realm.

Not to mention, these ten swords are the ultimate treasures in the world, and the spiritual power of this imperial sword alone can be called vast and terrifying.

"As expected to be the Young Master of the Ling Clan, such a sword posture is enough to look down upon a generation."

Only at this time, Qing Yang still didn't have much fear on his face.

With Ling Xiao's strength, it's not that you can't kill the holy realm, but at most it is a fake holy.

But he really survived the holy calamity, the peerless arrogant who condensed the holy pattern.

The seven great temples, the inheritance of the Shadow Soul Palace, and the identity background of the one world, why does Qing Yang worry about a young master of the Ling clan?

"Om!"

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden buzzing sound.

I saw Qing Yang's hand holding the ancient sword horizontally, and a surging holy intent suddenly appeared.

And the ancient knife in his hand directly shot out Baizhang Lingguang.

The dazzling golden brilliance pierced the sky of clouds and shattered the universe, just like the ancient gods who opened the sky and the earth.

even!

Just one glance can make people's eyes tingling and trembling.

People in the holy realm, their flesh, blood, and spiritual power have already retreated from the mortal spirit, transforming the holy meaning that is in harmony with the heaven and the earth.

Obviously, the holy realm pressure of this Shadow Soul Palace descendant is far more powerful than those of the previous clan elders.

"boom!"

Qing Yang slashed out, and the terrifying order fluctuations directly turned into an unparalleled sharp edge, and violently collided with those ten ancient swords.

Suddenly, the void collapsed, vast power swept across all directions, and the entire Qingyao Mountain burst into countless cracks at this time.

"Dangdang!"

The ten holy swords touched the blade one by one, and in a faint, the sword that had slashed the sky gradually calmed down, and finally turned into a spirit of radiance and shed the sky.

"It's worthy of being a descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace."

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, standing with his hand in the sky.

I saw the ten swords quietly entrenched above his head, blooming with immortal sword intent.

With Qingyang's methods, I am afraid that it is difficult for ordinary contemporary people to contend with it.

The spiritual power contained in this simple knife is simply not something the person of the realm of respect can contend.

Moreover, looking at Qing Yang's appearance, this sword might not be his trump card.

"You try another sword."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and he raised the sky with one hand, and suddenly waved down.

"Wushuang, Dao resentment."

I saw the ten swords that had been stagnant, and once again spewed out a splendid splendor.

Only this time, the ten swords are connected in the sky, condensing into a hundred zhang sword shadows out of thin air.

The runes surged on it, engraving countless ancient and mysterious totems.

Thousands of sword intent hovered around the sword, full of unspeakable fierceness.

Xiaguang rose, the sun and the moon collapsed.

This sword was cut down, I was afraid that even the Avenue of Time would be completely wiped out.

"This breath..."

At this time, countless masters of the Temple of Killing had already changed their faces, and their eyes looked at the sword shadow that was about to be cut off in amazement.

With their strength, they felt a kind of deep-hearted panic.

Cut the heavens up, cut down the immortals.

It is hard to imagine that this timeless sword was swung by a person of respect.

"It seems that today, Young Master Ling Xiao intends to fight with me to die."

Qing Yang's eyes were gloomy, and there were still some doubts in his heart.

Although the Primordial Ling Clan has always been opposed to the Realm Main Hall, this opposition is only in the dark.

After all, with the heritage of these two forces, it is impossible to completely destroy each other.

Therefore, in the past 100,000 years, whether it was the Ling Clan's reclusiveness or the fact that the Realm Master Palace did not enter the battlefield of the gods, it was actually a concession and compromise.

At the very least, on the surface, these two forces have reached a relatively stable situation.

But what Ling Xiao did today completely broke this balance.

Could it be that the Swire Ling Clan really moved the heart of the sky?

Or does this clan believe that the appearance of Ling Xiao is an opportunity for the Primordial Ling Clan to conquer the world?

"The fish die and the net is broken?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the clouds were light and breezy, but in the next moment, a flash of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Why do you deserve it?"

"boom!"

When the words fell, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate anymore, the moment the palm of his hand was printed, the shadow of the hundred-zhang sword suddenly sprayed with golden brilliance, as if a river of gods descended from nine days, evolving into countless ancient and mysterious idols.

In the emptiness, Ling Xiao's figure is unmistakable, and the whole body's sword bones also bloom with colorful Dao rhyme.

The wisps of sunlight gradually shrouded his figure, like an ancient god, who wants to clear the world and punish evil.

"cut!"

As his word fell, I saw that sword shadow suddenly smashed Cang Ming and fell from the sky.

At this moment, the whole Qingyao Mountain was silent.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that under the sword's edge, there were stars shattering, and Yin and Yang were in chaos.

Even the supreme and powerful people have a faint illusion at this time, this sword... they can't take it.

How ridiculous!

A person of noble realm unexpectedly displayed a sword that made them panic?

"Ling Xiao! You forced me to do this!"

Qing Yang raised his head, looking at the sword shadow falling through the void, a ray of soul light suddenly rippled in his eyes.

In his body, countless soul patterns manifested, as if a supreme **** realm, transforming into a dry universe, encompassing the heavens.

Shadowsoul Palace, as the name implies.

The true inheritance of this power lies in the way of the soul. At the moment of thought, the soul is immortal, and the body is a shadow.

only!

Even if Qing Yang is confident, with his realm, it is impossible for a person with respect to break his soul realm.

However, at the moment that Jianhui fell, his face was still completely pale.

"Boom!"

The sword of golden light shines for nine days, and it cuts down horizontally.

The ten thousand soul marks on Qing Yang's head dimmed almost instantly.

Then, endless divine glory rose into the sky, covering everyone's sights.

And Qing Yang's figure finally disappeared before everyone's eyes at the moment that sword shadow fell.

There was silence on the top of Qingyao Mountain.

Everyone looked at the indifferent young man standing in the void, and there was nothing in his eyes except awe.

This troubled world, charming eyes.