the first emperor

Chapter 34 Quasi-Holy Sword

Zhu Qingyan smiled bitterly. As the sub-altar master of the Bone Sect, his master naturally had a lot of life-saving means. It would be very troublesome for an ordinary grand lord to keep him if he wasn't a saint. Qianye was killed by a little spiritual cultivator.

Today's situation is already a dead situation, and there is no solution at all. They can't compete with the terrifying existence of a Venerable Fourth Heaven.

However, seeing the broken sword in Master's hand, Zhu Qingyan was also extremely shocked.

That sword, he knew, was the life-blood of his master, and it could be said to be the last card to save his life. People who knew the existence of this sword, except him, the disciple who had been by his side since childhood, couldn't find a third one.

This sword is called Shen Gang. It is a quasi-holy sword with a trace of the power of a saint. If the Great Master has such a sword, there will be almost no opponents under the peerless saint.

His master also got the Shen Gang holy sword because of his great fortune, and he has been carefully hiding it and dared not tell anyone.

Unexpectedly, Shen Gang's holy sword was not only unsheathed at this moment, but was actually broken.

The quasi-sacred sword was broken, what a terrifying thing, I am afraid that it can only be done by a peerless saint with all his strength.

What kind of danger did Master encounter just now, and he was forced to such an extent.

"Where's that little bastard?"

The Lord of the Bone Altar stared fiercely at Zhu Qingyan, and from his body, he felt Xi Qianye's aura.

For Xi Qianye, his hatred could not be washed away by nine days of water.

Just a little bit, just a little bit, he was going to die here, and everything was over.

If he hadn't decisively blew Shen Gang's holy sword at a critical moment, bursting out with the power of a saint, tearing a gap in the holy formation, and taking the opportunity to escape, he would have become a bone at this time.

A quasi-sacred sword, which is a peerless treasure in the entire Xiling Kingdom, is now destroyed, so one can imagine how he feels.

"You didn't die, but your life is pretty tough."

A faint voice sounded at the end of the tree hole, and the young man in white clothes like snow slowly walked out from the end of the darkness, looking at the Lord of the Bone Altar with indifferent eyes, without any emotion in his eyes.

"Little bastard, I will smash your corpse into thousands of pieces, and shatter your bones into ashes."

Seeing Xi Qianye suddenly, the Lord of the Bone Altar burst out with hatred, his eyes were red, and he stepped forward with one step, filled with phantoms, he had already crossed hundreds of meters, and appeared in front of Xi Qianye.

A cultivator of the Fourth Heaven of Prestige against a little guy in the Spirit Realm is like a tiger or an ant, who can kill a bunch of them with a single breath.

However, the Lord of the Bone Altar missed. Before he could catch Xi Qianye, a graceful white shadow had already silently blocked him. in front of him.

A horrifying cold air rushed towards the face, as if falling into the underworld of the Styx River in an instant, and the cold penetrated into the bone marrow.

The Lord of the White Bone Altar had a warning sign in his heart, and he didn't dare to continue to sound it, so he subconsciously avoided the sharp edge for the time being, because the white shadow made him feel extremely dangerous.

"who are you?"

The Lord of the Bone Altar screamed in horror, there were actually other people in the tree cave, and their cultivation base was so high.

No one responded to him, only a pair of ice-cold eyes staring at him, the temperature plummeted, the water vapor in the air turned into snowflakes and fell, and the hot summer turned into cold winter in an instant.

"so beautiful."

Zhu Qingyan looked at the white shadow in shock, it was a beautiful woman, dressed in white snow, like a snow lotus blooming on the cliff.

The young master Biyou, who has always been known as the most beautiful woman in the world, was completely amazed at this time. The only pity is that this girl is too cold and arrogant, her bones are like a god, and her flesh is frost. She is not human, but more like a holy and flawless woman Perfect jade carving.

"Who is your Excellency, I have a deep hatred with Xi Qianye, I hope you don't meddle in other people's business, I will be grateful."

The Lord of the Bone Altar tentatively said, the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared made him a little uncertain, and the situation became a little complicated.

This place is so hidden and dangerous, aren't they the only ones, how can there be other people?
"It's just a fourth-level venerable, but he dares to offend the master like this, he doesn't know how to live or die."

In the depths of the tree hole, a cold voice sounded again. A middle-aged man came slowly. His hair and eyebrows were white, and his eyes contained the wisdom and vicissitudes of life. Those eyes could not be possessed without hundreds of years of precipitation.

The Lord of the White Bone Altar was shocked, there were still people inside, and he had no sense at all.

"Master, who is your master?"

The Lord of the Bone Altar stared at Hua Yiran closely, the dangerous aura on this person was no less than that of the woman in white, and he couldn't see the depth of this person at all.People are old and refined, and the Lord of the White Bone Altar is also a person who has lived for more than a hundred years, so he immediately realized that this person is not easy to provoke.

Moreover, this person actually has a master, what kind of existence can be his master.

For a while, the Lord of the Bone Altar already had the idea of ​​retreating, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Master, what should I do with this person? The little one has been trapped here for decades. Although his cultivation has regressed seriously and is no longer [-]% of what it used to be, it is no problem to deal with a mere fourth-level venerable."

Hua Yiran bowed and saluted, looking at Xi Qianye with awe, as if looking at a great god.

In his heyday, he was a famous Martial Dao Grand Master in the Southern Man Continent. There were not many people who could fight him in the Venerable Realm. If the peerless saints did not come out, the Grand Master was the strongest existence.

The Lord of the White Bone Altar, a fourth-level heavenly venerable, is not in Hua Yiran's eyes at all, even though he has been seriously injured at this time, and he has only recovered a little bit.

The body of the Lord of the White Bone Altar froze, and he looked at Xi Qianye in horror. He never dreamed that the owner of the mysterious middle-aged man would be Xi Qianye. When did he have such an identity?
Zhu Qingyan was also extremely surprised, the scene in front of him made him unable to understand.

"Just kill it."

Xi Qianye said calmly, since the Holy Formation didn't kill him, it will take some more effort to clean him up.

There are a lot of things here that are of value, and he doesn't want others to know about them.

Hua Yiran didn't have time to make a move, as soon as Xi Qianye's voice fell, the female holy corpse puppet flew out like light and lightning, and in an instant came to the Lord of the Bone Altar, and slashed down with her sword.

The female holy corpse, Puppet Hanyu, was re-sacrificed by Xi Qianye, and his mind is connected with him, and it only takes one thought to drive her.

The cold air swept across, and the sword light was like frost, dividing the world.

The Lord of the Bone Altar did not expect that beautiful and cold woman to obey Xi Qianye's order, and immediately swung his sword to block it.

In terms of cultivation, the Lord of the White Bone Altar did not have the confidence to surpass the invisible iceberg woman, but what he held in his hand was a quasi-sacred sword. Although it was broken, the holy spirit was lost and the power was greatly damaged.

But a quasi-sacred sword is a quasi-sacred sword, even if it is damaged, it is not comparable to ordinary swords.

Relying on the power of the quasi-sacred sword, the Lord of the Bone Altar has the confidence to block the Bingshan woman for a while, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

However, something happened that he never dreamed of.

(End of this chapter)