Extraordinary Perspective

Chapter 1783 Who will live and die in 1787!four watch

"I want to beat me with the strength of the Returning Ruins Realm..." Looking calmly at Ye Qiu, who was lying on the ground in the distance and struggling to get up, the Saint Qianhuan sneered.

Ye Qiu suppressed the turbulent energy and blood. The blow just now from the Thousand Illusionary Saint was very dangerous. As long as he slowed down a bit, it would be impossible for him to stand here intact.

Although the Thousand Illusionary Saint is old, he still cannot be deceived.

Ye Qiu patted his waist, and took out the Eight Desolation Sword. This is not the time to hide his clumsiness. He must not continue to hide the trump card that should be used. Otherwise, it is very likely that the opponent will succeed and take his. life.

The Eight Desolation Sword issued a sword cry, and the sword spirit responded to Ye Qiu. Except for the last time he used the Eight Desolation Sword once in a fight with five experts in the Ruins Realm, he had never used the Eight Desolation Sword again. broken.

"Good sword!"

Saint Qianhuan stared at the Eight Desolation Sword in Ye Qiu's hands, especially when he heard the crisp sound of the sword and the inherent agility of the Eight Desolation Sword itself, his eyes radiated love.

"This kind of good sword will actually fall into your hands. It's really dusty. This kind of sword should belong to the strong."

Saint Qianhuan made no secret of his joy when Ye Qiu took out the Eight Desolation Sword. He felt that he had found a treasure, and wished he could take it and wave it in his hand immediately.

It's no wonder that the Thousand Fantasy Saints are fond of the Eight Desolation Sword. This sword is one of Ge Tian's most precious treasures. It is a divine sword covered in countless blood. There are as many people in the entire ancestral land who want it as stars. If it wasn't for Ye Qiu to get it At this time, it has already fallen into the hands of the ancestors.

However, Saint Qianhuan didn't know the Eight Desolation Sword, but felt that this sword was extraordinary.

clank……

The tip of the Eight Desolation Sword trembled, and the sword spirit naturally didn't like other people coveting it. Ye Qiu is the only owner of it now. Facing those who covet it, the sword spirit has only one thought, and that is to kill them all.

Ye Qiu felt something in his heart, felt the anger of the sword spirit, and said to Bahuangjian: "Let's work together to kill this powerful enemy in front of us."

The sword spirit nodded, and the sound of the sword sounded again.

Ye Qiu directly raised his long sword, ready to attack with it.

Saint Qianhuan hooked his finger at Ye Qiu: "Today, I will take this sword from your hand and use it to kill you."

kill!

There was killing intent in Ye Qiu's eyes, and the Bahuang Sword itself began to emit a strong murderous aura. The two merged together, almost becoming a substance, dancing around the body like flames.

One sword cuts the nine heavens, one sword pierces the void, and one sword shatters the rules.

Ye Qiu slashed out nine swords in a row. The swords had different charms and supreme sword power, and turned into a shocking blow, enveloping the Thousand Illusionary Saint.

The power of each sword is turned into a sword flower.

Every time the sword flower is seized, it exudes a thrilling atmosphere.

The Thousand Illusionary Saint picked it up with one hand, and then directly grasped the sword flower in his hand, and then saw that the sword flower was completely blooming in his hand, exuding destructive power, and all of this was wrapped in the palm of the Thousand Illusionary Saint , and then disappear completely.

The blossoming sword flowers shattered like this. The whole process seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. Almost instantly, Ye Qiu's nine sword attacks all disappeared.

A few strikes in succession had no effect, Ye Qiu continued to swing the Eight Desolation Sword.

This time, when the Bahuang Sword slashed, a huge sword energy was directly slashed, and with an unstoppable momentum, everything in front of him was cut into two sections with one sword.

It was as if the whole world was divided into two parts by this sword.

The sharp sword energy filled the fields, and Ye Qiu didn't believe that Saint Qianhuan was able to snatch the white blade with his bare hands and destroy such sharp sword energy directly.

The Qianhuan Saint squinted his eyes, stretched out his two fingers, his figure flashed, and instantly came to the place where the sword qi had been cut out, and his two fingers directly clamped the sword qi.

sizzle...

The sword aura was blocked, and even the surrounding air changed accordingly. Such a sharp sword aura was actually blocked by the two fingers of the Thousand Illusion Saint.

Ye Qiu's heart was shaken. Even though he was only one level away from the Saint level, it was such a level that he couldn't make up for it, so he fought a leapfrog battle.

The saint is too terrifying, even if it is just a simple palm attack, it is more fierce than any magic weapon.

This powerful sword energy was finally shattered by Saint Qianhuan, who continued to stare at Ye Qiu coldly.

Ye Qiufei jumped up, he didn't believe it, with the sharpness of the Eight Desolation Sword, it couldn't hurt Qianhuan Saint even a little.

"Sura hit the ground!"

"One Sword Heaven."

"The sword breaks the mountains and rivers!"

With the state of human and sword united, Ye Qiu performed several sword moves in succession, each sword was different, showing various powerful sword powers.

The big formation is full of sword shadows, because Ye Qiu's speed is too fast, especially the Eight Desolation Sword in his hand, which follows like a shadow, transforming into attacks, spreading all over every corner.

Faced with this kind of intensive sword attack, no one can dodge it. The Thousand Fantasy Saint did not dodge it, because he is confident that he cannot be injured. This is the strength and confidence of the Saint. Although he does not have any weapons, every part of his body All can be weapons.

Numerous sword moves came like a violent storm, Qian Huan Sheng's expression remained unchanged, his two arms started to dance, instead of the previous one hand to move, it seems that Ye Qiu's attack is effective, otherwise he would not block it with both hands .

Break break!
After Qianhuan Saint made his move, he snapped off many sword moves one after another, and attacked all over the sky in one breath, and they almost dissipated in an instant.

There was a continuous sound in the air, the sound of bubbling from the bottom of the water and then bursting.

Puff puff……

"No matter how good your sword skills are, the Ruins Returning Realm is the Ruins Returning Realm, and it is impossible to cause harm to me."

"A saint is an insurmountable gap. If you try to defeat me in vain, this is impossible. No matter how talented you are, the gap is here. You should accept your fate."

"Perhaps in another ten or twenty years, you can reach my level, but unfortunately, I will not let the tiger go back to the mountain. Do you have anything to say about this?"

Saint Qian Huan looked as if he wanted to sentence Ye Qiu to death, and spoke lightly, as if Ye Qiu really couldn't reverse the facts in front of him.

"Your remarks seem to be too early. If you haven't tried it, how can you know that you won't succeed." Ye Qiu said suddenly, and the Eight Desolation Sword in his hand was shining with cold light.

"I, Ye, have never believed in heaven, earth, gods and Buddhas. My fate is up to me. No one can decide my life or death, not even you, a saint."

"If the god kills me, I will kill the god. If the devil kills me, I will kill the devil. If you want to kill me, I will kill you!"

Ye Qiu's voice was serious, and his sentences were serious. His words revealed the unyielding in his bones. Even if the enemy was too strong to be defeated, he would still not give up.

Isn't he a saint!

It's not that he hasn't slaughtered before. Back then on Earth, he killed several saints' spiritual phantoms. Now it's just that the difficulty has increased, and he is facing real saints.

Listening to Ye Qiu's words, especially Ye Qiu's still unwillingness to admit defeat, Saint Qian Huan's eyes were cold: "I want to see whether your life or death is decided by me or by you."

(End of this chapter)