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Yuan Futu's body glowed with crystal light, which contained a powerful force that he had never felt in his life. This was the powerful cultivation base sealed in the Qingfeng Sword by the first suzerain.

In just an instant, the primordial spirit sea has become full and full, and the chaotic spirit treasure seems to be reborn, sucking this power with all its strength, for fear that there will be any waste.

But in Yuan Futu's mind, many fuzzy and yellowed images emerged, which recorded the life of the first suzerain, and contained extremely precious cultivation experience and the mystery of the formation.

Suddenly, under the blessing of this tyrannical true essence, Yuan Futu's eyes changed, the whites of the eyes were gradually stained with blood, and the dark as ink pupils glowed with a cold purple light. It flows slowly, as if it contains endless mystery.

Second realm, Shura eyes!

Holding the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, Yuan Futu looked through Shura's eyes and saw the frail scholar who seemed to be going to Beijing to catch the exam. He was standing in front of him, with an upright blue shirt and a faint and elegant smile on the corner of his mouth. .

"The first suzerain..."

Yuan Futu swallowed hard, feeling that this illusion is extremely real.

The first suzerain raised the sword in his hand and said calmly: "Cut it down, I will help you!"

A few short words, but deeply shocked Yuan Futu, and made him build up infinite self-confidence, nodded vigorously, then fixed his eyes on Jian Twelve, the anger in his heart had climbed to the extreme, and swung the sword in his hand. Qingfeng sword.

"No... I haven't lost yet!"

Jian Twelve grasped it with one hand, holding the last sword of light transformed into the Shocking God Array in his hand, and at the same time swung the king sword, and both swords were about to attack Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan untied the seal, and his cultivation base has broken through the shackles. He stared at Jian Twelve with cold eyes, without any emotional fluctuations, and he didn't pay attention to the two sword glows at all.

At the moment when Sword Twelve launched an offensive, an incredible sword intent rumbled from behind, mixed with the power of exterminating the world, and the burning anger inside seemed to be burning fiercely.

This sword intent was very familiar to Jian Twelve, he was a little shocked, how could Yuan Futu refine into a sword of anger, and what was going on with this ferocious sword intent, he felt threatened at this moment, making him He had to turn his head, but saw a shocking scene.

I saw a scholar wearing a green shirt, holding a Qingfeng sword, coming through the air, the ordinary sword seemed to be able to kill gods and Buddhas in his hands, and the anger that could pour the world out was released, It crushed the surrounding void and made a chi-chi sound.

"The first suzerain!"

That portrait has been enshrined in the Tianxuan Palace for thousands of years, it is impossible for Jian Twelve not to recognize this face, under shock, he even forgot to resist, only to see the sword piercing his vest just like that.

When he looked up again, there was no shadow of the first suzerain, only Yuan Futu's ferocious and angry face remained.

"I want you to be buried with Wan'er!"

Yuan Futu pushed hard until it reached the hilt, and the tip of the sword protruded from his chest with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, Qin Chuan stepped forward, turned around and came directly in front of Jian Twelve, and punched three times in a row.

First punch!The sword of light shattered, was swept by the mountain wind, and dissipated in the air.

Second punch!Jian Twelve's right arm was torn off by the force of the fist, and Wang Jian came out of his hand.

The third punch!It hit Jian Twelve's abdomen, blasting the Primordial Spirit Sea in the Heaven Transformation Realm into pieces.

"what!"

Jian Twelve screamed hysterically, he seemed to feel that his feet had stepped into the dark spring, and the cold eyes of the Lord of Hell were staring at him, waiting to harvest this enchanted soul.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath, the black lines all over his body gradually faded, and finally returned to his usual fair skin and handsome face, and said, "It's over."

"No... Impossible... I haven't completed my mission yet... I still want to bring Jianzong back to Xingsheng..." Jian Twelve said hoarsely, but his voice became smaller and smaller, he turned his head with difficulty, Looking at Yuan Futu who was still holding the hilt of his sword, he said abruptly, "Why... is it the first suzerain?"

He couldn't understand why he saw the appearance of the first suzerain earlier.

Yuan Futu opened his left eye wide, and the jade in it circulated, and said: "The eye of the dead can see the past through endless years, but the eye of Shura can revive the power of history. Those who have died, as long as they want, I can use this to see the past." One eye summons them, this is the real eye of reincarnation."

"It turns out... so... is this the Chaos Spirit Treasure..." Jian Twelve sighed long, with sticky black blood dripping from his mouth, and said, "I didn't expect that my majestic Sword Sect Sect Master would end up in the end. Such a tragic end."

"It can only be your own fault, Wang Jian's demonic nature has been deeply rooted in your heart, you can't blame others." Yuan Futu said in a deep voice.

Jian Twelve shook his head, "But... I'm not wrong... Whether I use the King Sword... or I intend to devour the Chaos Spirit Treasure in your body... I just want Jianzong to regain its glory... I didn't wrong!"

"It's all just excuses, does Wan'er deserve to die!?" Yuan Futu roared angrily.

Jian Twelve sneered twice, turned around, looked at Qin Chuan, and said, "I can't figure it out either...why did you come to help him?"

"If he can protect my daughter, I can protect him." Qin Chuan's tone was cold and firm.

Jian Twelve laughed mockingly: "But do you know... Li Cangtian died in his hands?"

Qin Chuan's pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Yuan Futu in disbelief, his fists clenched involuntarily, making creaking noises.

"Hahaha... Otherwise, how could the Chaos Lingbao be in his hands... I didn't expect that the one who saved in the end was an enemy who must be killed..."

Jian Twelve's voice became weaker and weaker, but it echoed more and more clearly in Qin Chuan's mind.

"Death to me!"

With a punch, Jian Twelve's body seemed to be cut into hundreds of regular small pieces by the force of the fist, wrapped in a blood mist, and dissipated in the air.

At this moment, Sword Twelve was completely destroyed.

Holding the Qingfeng Sword, Yuan Futu looked at Qin Chuan's face through the sticky blood mist, and said in a deep voice: "At Kunlun Mountain, I faced a choice that could change my destiny. Demon gate, in my consciousness at that time, demons are demons, and demons should be killed, so my stick fell on Li Cangtian's head."

Perhaps Fang would be very relieved to hear these words, because the choice at that time would not be changed because of the several hundred taels of silver. In the heart of this mountain man, he still had some ambitions and his own principles.