Nine suns stepping on the sky

The main hall was dead silent, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Leng Yuanhe trembled all over, looking at Leng Yuanming whose corpse was separated, his heart was icy cold.

He dared to kill... He actually dared to kill... He actually dared to kill...

madman!

Could it be that he is not afraid that the Leng family's revenge will make the entire Sword Sect die?

But immediately, Leng Yuanhe shuddered, and deep fear welled up in his heart.

One is to kill, and a group is also to be killed. Now that the action has been taken, it is difficult to guarantee that the master of the Sword Sect will not go all the way to the dark.

At this moment, a cold gaze fell from above, and Leng Yuanhe's body stiffened suddenly, sweat pouring down like rain.

……

Zhongzhou, Leng's family.

The patriarch of the Leng family, Leng Mingcheng, looked at the shattered jade document in front of him, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Leng Yuanming is dead.

It has been so many years, no one has dared to touch the monks of the Leng family, let alone Leng Yuanming, who exists at the peak of the imperial rank.

This is a naked provocation to the Leng family!

"Jianzong, how dare you be so arrogant, I promise you, you will regret it!" Leng Mingcheng took out a jade slip with a grim expression, and crushed it vigorously.

……

In the deepest part of hell, in a secret room.

Leng Qianqiu sat cross-legged, a thick layer of dust fell on his body, he was breathless, like a piece of dead wood.

Suddenly, Leng Qianqiu's eyes opened, his eyes flashed, and the Void Sword Cry suddenly exploded!

call--

All the dust was directly blown away.

He only moved his arm slightly, and a jade slip appeared.

"The family has an urgent letter! Anyway, the retreat has been so far, and the swordsmanship has improved further, it is time to leave the customs."

Leng Qianqiu stood up, opened the stone door with a flick of his sleeves, and walked out quickly.

Soon, his figure came to a large hall. A grand altar was built in the hall. A huge formation flickered on it, and a trace of breath spread, causing a large area of ​​space to be violently distorted.

"See Lord Qianqiu!" Several guards saw his figure clearly, their scalps were numb for a while, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, their eyes were full of horror.The glance just now gave them the feeling that they were looking at a sharp arrow out of its sheath. If they were slower, they would be blinded.

Leng Qianqiu looked indifferent, "Turn on the teleportation array, I want to go back to Leng's house."

With a movement of his figure, he flew to the altar.

"Yes, my lord!" Several guards acted quickly, and soon after a violent fluctuation, the space on the altar was distorted suddenly, and Leng Qianqiu's figure had disappeared.

……

In the Leng family, Leng Mingcheng kept pacing in the hall. The news has spread, and there should be results soon.

At this moment, a certain space in the hall suddenly twisted, and a figure stepped out of it.

Leng Mingcheng turned around abruptly, with surprise on his face, "Qianqiu, you're back!"

But soon, shock appeared on his face, looking at an empty sleeve, "Your hand..."

Leng Qianqiu's eyes flickered sharply, and he shook his head, "Father, I'm fine. It's a good thing for me to have a broken arm. My swordsmanship is stronger now. By the way, you must believe me Let me come back, what happened?"

Leng Mingcheng was relieved, seeing that he had no intention of talking too much about the broken arm, nodded and said: "I called you back today because of the family, and discovered a king-level divine sword."

"King class!" Leng Qianqiu's eyes lit up, "Are you sure?"

"A sword-wielding man with an emperor-level cultivation can easily defeat the master of the gods in the heavenly state. The one who can do this must be a king-level sword. And this matter has also been confirmed by the master of the gods."

"Okay!" Leng Qianqiu smiled, "I have made a breakthrough in my kendo cultivation, and with the king-level divine sword in my hand, my strength can be even stronger."

Leng Mingcheng nodded, but his face suddenly darkened, "I have sent people to get the sword, but instead of handing it over, they killed Leng Yuanming!"

"What? Leng Yuanming is dead!" Leng Qianqiu frowned, "Could it be that the one holding the king-level sword is a large power in Zhongzhou?"

If so, things will be a little difficult.

"Hmph! Don't worry about Qianqiu, the one holding the king-level divine sword is the Sword Sect of the Southern Xinjiang Region."

At the moment, Leng Mingcheng explained the situation simply.

Leng Qianqiu's eyes flickered slightly, "One of the 49 orthodoxy? If they didn't kill Leng Yuanming, I wouldn't be able to take action directly, but there is no need to worry about it now. Father, I will leave immediately and go to Jianzong!"

"Qianqiu, you must teach Jianzong a profound lesson and let them know that my Leng family will not be offended!"

"I understand, father." Leng Qianqiu took out a small altar, and after injecting power, the space around her suddenly twisted.

After a few breaths, his figure appeared in the depths of hell, in the altar formation in the main hall, and said solemnly: "Teleportation, Jiangnan District Sword Sect!"

"Yes!"

The guards didn't dare to ask more questions, and hurriedly adjusted the formation, and soon Leng Qianqiu was teleported out with another space fluctuation.

"Huh! Master Qianqiu has such a strong evil spirit, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Jianzong this time!" A guard whispered.

A guard with the appearance of a leader glared fiercely, "Shut up! We have no right to discuss what adults do, so don't ask for trouble!"

"Yes." The speaking guard hurriedly bowed.

The leader squinted his eyes, looked at the altar, and sighed in his heart.The last time Leng Qianqiu returned without success, and even had his arm cut off, many people predicted that he would perish soon, and it would be difficult to regain his former glory.But seeing him today, his cultivation base has become even more terrifying. If he fights with him, he may take his life with a single blow of a sword.

These perverts are indeed more terrifying than the other!

……

Jianzong hall.

Mo Yu groaned and did not speak. The monks of the Leng family below, no longer arrogant and arrogant, shivered and huddled together, their faces all pale.

Presumably today, this feeling that life and death are out of control will be remembered by them for the rest of their lives.

At this moment, Mo Yu frowned, looked up and looked out of the hall, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

It came so fast, he hasn't figured out a countermeasure yet... But if that's the case, there's no need to think about it.

boom--

The space was shattered, Leng Qianqiu stepped out, and the mighty sword power erupted overwhelmingly, sweeping and suppressing everything!

The entire Sword Sect was under its aura in an instant, and countless Sword Sect cultivators raised their heads with horror on their faces.

Leng Yuanhe was stunned, his gray eyes suddenly burst into a burst of expression, "Lord Qianqiu! It's Master Qianqiu, he has come to save us!"

When everyone in the Leng family saw the approaching figure clearly, their faces flushed red.The previous weakness, helplessness, fear and anxiety receded from their bodies like a tide, and their self-confidence regained in a blink of an eye, and the eyes they looked at the monks of Jianzong became high again.

Lord Leng Qianqiu came personally, and Jianzong would definitely pay the price for his actions!

"See Lord Qianqiu!" Headed by Leng Yuanhe, everyone in the Leng family bowed and saluted.

The faces of Jian Wuya, Jian Wusheng and other members of the Sword Sect were all stiff.

It's actually Leng Qianqiu...

Although they knew that after Mo Yu killed Leng Yuanming, things couldn't be better.

But he didn't expect that he would come so fast.

Jianzong, there is a problem!

But at this time, they didn't complain about Mo Yu at all.

A sword cultivator regards the sword as his life, let alone a king-level divine sword. Any sword cultivator will desperately resist the behavior of the Leng family.

Jian Wuya gritted his teeth, and suddenly shouted, "Master Leng Qianqiu! Jianzong is one of the 49 sects of the holy clan, please think twice before dealing with things! Besides, what happened today is that the Leng family forcibly took the divine sword first, and still Sir, please observe carefully before dealing with it, so as not to be criticized by the world!"

Leng Qianqiu's expression was indifferent, and every gesture of his hand was full of majesty. At this moment, he shook his head when he heard the words, and said lightly: "I don't ask other questions, but you must pay the price for killing my Leng family."

He swept his eyes away, and suddenly there was a sword cry in the sky, "You guys, who made the move?"

Jian Wuya and the others let out a muffled snort, and at the same time showed shock in their eyes. Their sword will was absolutely suppressed at this moment.

In other words, in front of Leng Qianqiu, they had no chance to draw their swords at all... How terrifying is this person's cultivation level!

Leng Yuanhe jumped out suddenly, stretched out his hand, and said bitterly: "My lord, the one who killed Leng Yuanming is the master of this sword sect!"

Leng Qianqiu looked up and saw the pair of calm dark eyes under the black mask, and suddenly frowned...Why, he felt a little familiar...and faintly felt a threat.

His eyes became serious, Leng Qianqiu frowned more and more tightly, and suddenly said: "I seem to have seen you..."

Mo Yu shook his head, and said slowly, "Leng Qianqiu, after parting in this barren and ancient land, could it be that he has forgotten his old friend."

Leng Qianqiu's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes fell firmly, the ancient land... and this voice...

Endless resentment suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he growled, "Mo Yu! You are Mo Yu!"

boom--

The violent sword intent mixed with violent murderous intent, soared into the sky!