Valkyrie Bloodline

For a moment, although the boy and his uncle and uncle lowered their voices, someone still heard it!

"Where are you bastards! How dare you insult my Holy Son behind your back!"

boom!

Several powerful men in green robes released their terrifying coercion, and even the disciples of the big sect who had oppressed a group of casual cultivators before could not resist.

"Senior Brothers of Mount Qingcheng, it has nothing to do with us, it's these boys who don't know how to live or die, and criticize Yan Shengzi arbitrarily!"

They quickly cleared up, joking, Qingcheng Mountain is a well-known and powerful sect among the great religions, although their respective sects are not weak, but in the eyes of others, that's the way it is.

It's okay to bully casual cultivators a bit, but facing the disciples of Mount Qingcheng, even ordinary disciples of Mount Qingcheng, whose cultivation level is on par with them, dare not speak loudly at all.

"court death!"

One of the Qingcheng Mountain disciples was angry when he heard this!

But another person stopped him for the time being, "Hold on, wait until the Holy Son kills that madman!"

The man nodded when he heard it.

At this time, the surrounding hundred miles seemed to be listed as a restricted area!

Some saints and saints of the great religion stepped aside, watching this battle with great interest.

"Do you think Yan Yixiao can defeat this person with a few moves?"

Someone chuckled and said.

"Haha, defeat? I don't think there is any need for three moves. This person will definitely die under the Qingcheng Sword Art!"

A saintess smiled coquettishly, Yan Yixiao was considered to be the best among the saints and sons of them, if she couldn't even solve this trivial matter, wouldn't it be a big loss of face?

The other people didn't object when they heard the words, they all knew Yan Yixiao's strength in their hearts.

The cyan sword light fell from the sky, turning into a hundred-foot sword light, there was no way to avoid it!

Under the sword light, there seemed to be a towering mountain, pressing down so tightly that people couldn't move at all.

"Qingcheng Sword Art! One sword is enough to kill a holy emperor! No matter who this person is, it is impossible to take this sword easily."

Someone analyzed in a low voice.

But then they were all dumbfounded!

However, he saw that the cyan sword light was flying in the air, and was frozen in place by an invisible force.

"What?!"

Yan Yixiao's expression changed even more!

But a cold light flashed across his eyes!

Brush!

Another two cyan sword glows split out!

"This Yan Yixiao can strike three swords!"

Some saint sons of the great religion turned pale in shock!

After all, in the thousands of years of Qingcheng Sword Art, very few people have practiced the highest seven swords of Qingcheng, and even the fifth sword is enough to be ranked as a saint!

Yan Yixiao is only 300 years old now, with his talent, there is a high probability that he will become a powerful sage king in the future!

Many people were shocked! This is the reason why Mount Qingcheng lasts for a long time!

For three million years, there have been generations of powerful sage kings born in Qingcheng Mountain. At the most glorious time, it was rumored that five sage kings appeared in one generation! Even some of the emperor's sects lost their color after seeing them.

"You can block a sword! But you don't know how many times you can block me!"

Three lines of Qingcheng sword energy criss-crossed!

Even some supreme holy emperors avoided them far away. Under this kind of power, they would almost die if they encountered them!

The disciples of the big sect who looked down on casual cultivators showed obsession and longing, "This is the real strong man! The holy son of the great sect is indeed an invincible genius who is expected to become a holy king in the future!"

The young casual cultivator next to him refused to accept it, but he still didn't make a sound after all.

On the other hand, the two young men beside him, although they were amazed by the terrifying power of the Holy Son of the Great Sect, were not as obsessed as the others.

Especially the elegant scholar, with a trace of thought in his eyes, looked at the mysterious sword light that tore through the restriction of the immortal soil and made a strong appearance first.

"Why is this person's sword intent so familiar?"

Don't wait for him to think about it.

In the void, three streaks of cyan sword energy were gently stretched out by a hand, and smashed into pieces with a single palm.

puff!

Yan Yixiao spat out a mouthful of blood, her face full of disbelief!

The holy sons and daughters of the great sect who were watching were all dumbfounded, as if they saw what an incredible scene.

"Such a weak sword intent, dare to become a sword?"

Following the appearance of the palm that easily shattered Yan Yixiao's pride, a figure really appeared in front of everyone.

Even with a light flick, he could see the fragments of the sword qi that were easily shattered by him, as if being affected by an invisible force, and re-condensed into a peerless sword that seemed to be transformed into substance.

"Since you have cut three swords, how about taking this sword from me?"

It doesn't have Yan Yixiao's terrifying aura, let alone the invincible sword intent that can overwhelm the sky.

It was like throwing a sword casually!

But this sword!

But Yan Yixiao was so frightened that his face twisted!

He didn't even have any room to think, and instinctively roared!

At the same time, a cyan sword intent shot up from his body!

"Qingfeng Sword! This is Qingfeng Sword, one of the three great swords of Qingcheng Mountain!"

When everyone saw that Yan Yixiao had taken out one of the treasures of Mount Qingcheng, their expressions were greatly moved. The Holy Son and Holy Daughter, who had been worried about seeing him about to be defeated by an unknown pawn, immediately felt relieved.

"Hmph, it seems that Yan Yixiao was forced to rush! Even the Qingfeng sword is not hesitated to use!"

"Being wounded by an unknown junior, he vomited blood naturally with his arrogance, it seems that he is not going to give the other party any way to survive!"

There was a holy son talking about it loudly, and a ray of joy appeared in his eyes!

Qingcheng Mountain is one of the ancient great sects, a powerful sect that majors in swordsmanship, and even in the past three million years, there have been more than one invincible swordsman!

Especially the three divine swords of Mount Qingcheng, each of which has amazing origins!

"It is said that this Qingfeng sword was forged by Daoist Qingfeng 1.7 million years ago in Qingcheng Mountain, and it has also incorporated his invincible sword intent for the condensed way of the sword! Although it is not an imperial weapon, it is also more precious than ordinary saints Stronger than countless!"

"That's right! Each of the three divine swords in Qingcheng Mountain is close to the level of an imperial soldier. I heard that if the three divine swords are combined into one! It can be compared to an imperial soldier! It can easily kill a strong holy king!"

Everyone is the saint son and saint daughter of their respective great religions, so they naturally have powerful treasures on their bodies.

But if you really compare it, there are really few people who can come up with powerful magic weapons and treasures that are comparable to the three divine swords of Qingcheng Mountain.

"Little bastard! I just underestimated the enemy and let you hurt my sacred body! Now, letting you die under my Qingfeng Sword in Qingcheng Mountain is a little reward for you being able to hurt me!"

Yan Yixiao's whole body turned into hundreds of feet of powerful sword intent! It's like being in the sword intent, human and sword unite!

The sword in his hand was originally left by the ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain for 1.7 million years, and it instantly merged perfectly with the powerful Qingcheng Sword Art that he had practiced for hundreds of years in his body!

"Die!"

The sword intent soared into the sky, nearly a thousand feet! Even some emperors, sons and goddesses in the core area of ​​Xiantu were shocked by it!