Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

"Sixth Prince, I will come and meet him for a while."

At this moment, a white-haired old man next to the Sixth Prince focused his eyes and said in a deep voice.

The Sixth Prince Tian Ao frowned and asked, "How sure are you?"

"I'm not absolutely sure. She didn't use her full strength just now. If I had to give a number, it would be 50-50."

The white-haired old man thought for a while and said.

"Okay! It's up to you to fight!"

After a moment of silence, Tian Ao nodded in agreement.

Now that he has lost a battle and is looked down upon by others, he has no choice but to regain his position.

The white-haired old man walked out slowly, his eyes fixed on Lianxing: "I will fight you!"

After looking at it, Qin Ye shook his head: "Why is this necessary? Isn't it better to just stop fighting? We have to send people to die."

"Sect Master Qin, your tone is too loud."

The white-haired old man sneered: "Since entering the Eastern Territory, our dynasty's army has swept across all directions and wiped out countless families. No one can resist the footsteps of our dynasty's army. After occupying the Eastern Territory, we will send our troops into the Northern Territory and capture the Northern Territory." "

"Alas! You are much louder than me. Whether we can win the Eastern Region is still unknown, but you have already become greedy for the Northern Region."

Qin Ye sighed.

"Hmph! It's just a matter of time. The Northern Territory has been our meal for a long time, but the time has not come yet."

The white-haired old man snorted and said disdainfully.

"Lianxing, I don't like this person, let him disappear."

Qin Ye said to Lian Xing.

"Um!"

Lian Xing nodded slightly towards Qin Ye. She understood what Qin Ye meant, that he wanted this person to disappear forever.

The white-haired old man naturally understood what Qin Ye meant, and he was immediately furious. He made himself disappear before he was beaten. It was really arrogant.

"I will definitely kill you today, and I will kill the entire Qingfeng Sect in the future!"

The white-haired old man said angrily.

"Do it! I'm afraid of taking action, and you won't even have a chance to take action."

Lian Xing said coldly.

Lian Xing's words made the white-haired old man even more angry.

He suddenly stopped hiding, his feet lifted off the ground, and he floated in mid-air, bursting out with the might of the Martial King.

A black light flew out from his chest and turned into a three-foot-long sword.

This sword is completely black, exuding a strong aura of resentment, and is full of evil.

"What an evil sword!"

Huang Zongshen, the master of the Twelve Halls of Dark Feather Hall, saw this sword and his expression changed.

A trace of greed flashed in his eyes. Although this sword was very evil, it was a very terrifying sword.

"Hmph! Such an evil sword must have drank a lot of blood at the beginning of its training."

Huo Wen snorted coldly and said.

No matter how high the level of the sword is and how powerful it is, he still doesn't care.

Contrary to him, Huang Feiyu was very interested in this sword and wanted to snatch it into his hands.

"The greater the resentment of this sword, the stronger its power. Such a killing sword is most suitable for this young master!"

Huang Feiyu said calmly.

"Young Master, do you want to snatch it later?"

The eighth elder couldn't help but say when he saw the young master's intentions.

Huang Feiyu was indeed tempted, but he had not completely lost his mind. To snatch the sword at this time, wasn't he seeking death?

Immediately, he waved his hand and said: "There is no rush for now. When we get to the Devil's Realm, we will have plenty of opportunities."

"Young Master is wise!"

The seventh elder praised.

"Haha, this sword was made by a strong foreign martial artist using meteorite iron from the outside and various strange irons on the mainland. On the day it was made, he washed a city with blood and sacrificed it with the people of the city. Sword, that’s why this sword is full of resentment.”

"This sword was later acquired by my royal family and suppressed in the palace treasury. Let this sword drink blood again this time."

Tian Ao smiled coldly.

This sword has a long history. Such an evil sword is not suitable for use by members of the royal family. The white-haired old man gave it to him after he came to seek refuge with the royal family.

"kill!"

The white-haired old man swung his long sword, and a black sword light shot out. It was extremely powerful, and the evil aura rolled out, enough to destroy everything.

"Little tricks!"

Lianxing's eyes were cold. She stretched out her right hand and grabbed the space in front of her.

In an instant, a vortex appeared in her palm, like an abyss, swallowing everything around it.

The black sword light came fiercely, and was instantly swallowed up by the whirlpool, even the rolling evil aura was swallowed up.

Seeing that the sword energy was broken instantly, everyone looked surprised.

"What kind of technique are you doing?"

The white-haired old man stared at Lianxing in surprise and asked.

"Asking so many questions about what you are doing, you will be a dead person soon."

Lian Xing frowned.

"Okay! I'm going to see how I will die today!"

When the white-haired old man heard this, his anger rose and he took action again.

He was very fast, holding a long sword with an evil aura, and he was in front of Lian Xing in the flash of lightning. The tip of the sword pierced Lian Xing's throat, and the cold light suddenly appeared, extremely sharp.

"The speed is good!"

Qin Ye, who had been watching the show, praised it.

This white-haired old man was much more powerful than the middle-aged man before him, and he could kill King Wu in an instant with his speed alone.

It's a pity that his opponent is Lian Xing. If it were other Martial Kings, they might really be killed instantly.

However, unfortunately for him, his opponent is Lian Xing.

Faced with the fierce and sharp attack of the white-haired old man, Lian Xing still stood there, with a beautiful face without any expression.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the dark long sword was getting closer and closer to her throat, and it was about to pierce her skin.

However, her face remained calm and unperturbed, which made many people worried about her. .

Although they were a little afraid of her, they didn't want to see such a beautiful woman of the human race buried in the hands of aliens.

Therefore, many people immediately warned her, and even Huo Wen couldn't help but shout loudly: "Girl, be careful!"

Even if someone warned her, her face did not change.

"Huh? Is she scared..."

Huang Feiyu said with a strange look.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lian Xing moved. She stretched out two fingers, raised them upwards, and instantly clamped the tip of the sword.

The slender jade hand, as soft as boneless, burst out with terrifying energy that shocked everyone.

You know, this sword full of resentment is obviously a ground-level sword, and it is controlled by a martial king. How many people dare to touch it with their palms?

But she caught it with her hands.

"Is she crazy?"

Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.

However, what made them even more dumbfounded was that she exerted force with her fingers lightly, and the black long sword shattered with a clang.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How could you break my sword with just the power of your fingers!"

The white-haired old man said dumbfounded.

This sword is a ground-level weapon. Even a strong man in the high-level martial king realm would not be able to crush it easily.

What kind of terrifying power does her finger contain?