Valkyrie Bloodline

Qingcheng Mountain is one of the ancient great religions, and none of its successor sons dare to underestimate it.

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

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

Even if the Holy Monarch of Qingcheng Mountain came here, he would definitely not have any dissatisfaction after seeing such a sword.

"Yan Yixiao has already touched a trace of the will of the sword! If you give him time, maybe there will be a 10% chance in the future to hit the emperor's realm!"

Several sages looked towards this side faintly, and one of them nodded slightly in approval. Everyone saw that it was a sage from the Temple of Sanqing, who had already been famous for countless years. Unexpectedly, He is still alive now!

"Although that young man's cultivation base is weird and his methods are powerful, he was still a little too impulsive in the face of the inheritance saint son who came out of Qingcheng Mountain."

Many powerhouses also shook their heads.

Most of those who can set foot in the fairy land are people with great background.

Either from the Emperor's sect or the top geniuses of at least one of the great sects, and even those who are really qualified to enter the reincarnation tower are only those saints and saints of the great sect, and even the emperor's sons and goddesses of the Emperor's sect.

As for the others, no matter how powerful they are, they are just accompanying the prince to study and going through the motions.

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

Even a look from those truly big men is enough to wipe out the Holy Emperor! A few casual cultivators who are not even counted as the upper emperor are not even qualified as cannon fodder in front of them.

Following Yan Yixiao's perfect slash of the sword, everyone was sure of it.

But someone gave a slight snort.

"That person seems familiar?"

It's a pity that few people care about it, and even if someone hears about it, they just laugh it off.

The terrifying cyan sword energy of nearly a thousand feet trembled faintly even in the surrounding world, as if it could not bear such damage.

You know, this is fairyland! How powerful the surrounding world is, even the Holy Emperor couldn't shatter the void, but this sword directly cut a 1-foot-wide crack!

"With this sword, even the Holy Emperor will only end up with hatred!"

A certain old holy emperor looked dignified. He had lived for tens of thousands of years, but he couldn't help feeling that talented people come out from generation to generation, and new generations replace old ones.

Yan Yixiao is not the strongest among the saints and saints of the great religion, but she can have such power!

How can they save the face of the older generation of holy emperors?

"This is your strongest sword?"

But suddenly, an indifferent voice reached everyone's ears.

Without waiting for everyone to react, suddenly there was a figure, gently pointing to the sword, and slashed out with a sword in the air!

Behind him, there seemed to be thousands of feet of terrifying sword intent!

Those sword intents turned into a sword energy, splitting the world in front of me in an instant! It even easily smashed Yan Yixiao's flawless azure sword energy that condensed the ancient will in the Qingfeng sword in his hand!

"impossible!"

boom!

Yan Yixiao roared crazily!

But there is no way to stop this sword from coming!

Even the Qingfeng Sword, known as one of the three divine swords of Qingcheng Mountain in his hand, uttered a clear and clear wail!

Taking a closer look, there are cracks appearing on this divine sword, which is known as infinitely close to the emperor's weapon! Everyone turned pale with astonishment!

The terrifying sword energy split Yan Yixiao's human sword in an instant! It didn't even dissipate even across thousands of miles at one time!

Everyone looked around, but they saw Yan Yixiao standing in the void in a daze, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand was densely covered with countless cracks!

Behind him, a terrifying crack that was hundreds of feet wide and spread for thousands of miles appeared on the ground, like a scourge from the gods, directly forming an incomparably huge canyon!

The power of a sword!

This is just the power of a sword!

Everyone gasped!

"Brother!"

There were several wailing sounds, and at the same time, Yan Yixiao turned his head slowly, as if he wanted to see the trace left by that sword at last.

It's a pity that his whole person seems to have lost the meaning of existence, turned into a little bit of starlight, and completely dissipated.

At the same time, the Qingfeng sword in his hand, which was almost split into pieces by Li Yeyi's sword, let out bursts of mourning, turned into a blue light, and was about to flee away!

Divine soldiers have spirits! Although the Qingfeng Sword is not an imperial weapon, it is much stronger than ordinary peak imperial weapons! It has been refined by Daoist Qingfeng of Qingcheng Mountain for tens of thousands of years, and has already possessed extremely high spirituality.

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

But at this moment, Li Ye, who had been waiting for a long time, grasped Qingcheng Mountain, the divine sword, in his hand.

"It's a good sword, but unfortunately, I haven't met a suitable owner."

Although the Qingfeng sword is full of cracks at this moment, it seems that it may break at any time. But only Li Ye knows that as long as there are strong people who are willing to conceive and refine with blood essence, they can completely restore their original appearance.

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

At least there must be an existence like a sage, Yan Yixiao can surrender, but only relying on him being the holy son of the Qingcheng Mountain inheritance, he can barely subdue him and become his own magic soldier.

Li Ye naturally took it away unceremoniously. Although the Qingfeng Sword was not comparable to his Seven Star Sword, Li Ye would be moved even if he saw such a magical weapon.

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

"Thief! Hurry up and return the divine soldiers of the sect!"

The eyes of the several elders in Mount Qingcheng were so red!

The holy son of the sect was beheaded with a sword in front of them! Even that sword cut not only Yan Yixiao's body, but also his Dao roots and soul!

It is truly exterminated, there is no possibility of resurrection! It is also impossible to fall into reincarnation and reincarnate.

That's not all, Li Ye even forcibly kept the Qingfeng sword, and took it by force in front of everyone!

At this moment, several holy emperor elders in Qingcheng Mountain reacted! I got angry on the spot!

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

"Oh my god! Who is that kid?"

"Yan Yixiao was actually killed by a sword? Even the Qingfeng sword in his hand was almost chopped into pieces?"

"Fuck, I lost my mind! This person is definitely not an unknown person! This is simply better than the holy son of the great sect, no! Even if the emperor's son of the emperor came here, he is not so perverted, is he?"

Just now everyone looked down on Li Ye. Although Li Ye broke into the fairy land alone, he was weak after all.

But now, as Yan Yixiao was killed by Li Ye with a sword, if they still can't guess that Li Ye must have a lot of background, then they really lived thousands of years and lived on the body of a dog.

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

A series of terrifying divine thoughts, pairs of powerful gazes, all looked over!