Reborn Holy Emperor Supreme

Chapter 31 Qing Chi Ancient Sword
At the same time as the blue-haired monkey died, a pair of deep and dark eyes slowly opened in the depths of the Heavenly Sword Gate.

"Who is so bold, dare to kill this seat!"

The dull voice echoed in the depths of Tianjianmen, a black light floated over, and a man in black appeared on the square of Tianjianmen.

Qin Lang opened his eyes suddenly, he stood up and looked at the sword room, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Even though the ice rain is powerful, it may not be able to hurt Qin Lang, let alone kill him.

From the sword room, he felt a forbidden breath.

Although a thousand years have passed, this restriction has decayed, and its power is not as powerful as before, but it is still a big trouble.

Frost Rain is exploring the way ahead, why not Qin Lang?

In the depths of Tianjianmen, the dull voice that came faintly fell into Qin Lang's ears very clearly.

"Within the Heavenly Sword Gate, there really is a Slaying Grandmaster."

A trace of solemnity flashed in Qin Lang's eyes.

The strong man who killed the master must at least be the peak master, or have surpassed heaven and man and reached the spiritual realm.

There are very few strong men in the spirit realm, and even the four strong men in the Hua Kingdom are only the peak masters.

"Even if you are in the spirit realm? If you dare to block my way, this emperor will definitely kill you!"

Qin Lang glanced lightly, and stepped into the sword room.

As soon as he entered the sword room, a fierce sword intent suddenly rushed towards his face. Under this sword intent, even a strong person in the profound realm would end up either dead or injured.

This sword intent is too terrifying.

Because, there are countless divine weapons gathered in the sword room, and each divine weapon exudes a frightening sword intent.

Accumulated sand into a tower.

The sword intent of countless divine weapons gathered together, could kill a peak Huang-level warrior with just the breath.

Looking around, Ling Lang is full of magic soldiers.

Han Bingyu looked at a white magic weapon hanging high in the distance, suddenly he jumped up, grabbed it with his big hand, and a gust of chill gushed out.

She wanted to take out the high-hanging magic weapon.

The purpose of Han Bingyu's trip was to find such a magic weapon.

As a large sect, Tianjianmen has a profound heritage. An ancient sword called Qingchi thousands of years ago was considered a top magic weapon at that time.

The Qing Chi ancient sword has killed fierce beasts, and may have also killed Tai Qi. This magic weapon is very suitable for practitioners who practice cold attribute skills.

The kung fu practiced by Han Bingyu happens to be the True Kung Fu of Xuan Bing.

She practiced Xuanbing True Kung Fu, and if she got the magic weapon of Qingchi Ancient Sword again, her strength would definitely rise to a higher level, and she could even leapfrog to fight!

Qin Lang looked at Han Bingyu's flying body indifferently, his eyes indifferent.

As a top-level magic weapon, if the ancient Qingchi sword is easily taken away by her, wouldn't it be called a magic weapon?

Whizzing!

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and three long swords shot out from nowhere, and from three directions, they went straight to the vital point of Frost Rain.

"How can such tricks stop me!"

Han Bingyu let out a cold snort, and slapped out his hands one after another, sending streams of cold air towards the long sword.

"Break me!"

She yelled coquettishly, clenched her hands violently, and suddenly there was a clattering sound, and the long sword shattered into dozens of pieces.

"Qing Chi, still don't recognize the Lord?"

Han Bingyu drank coldly, her eyes were shining brightly, and her hand was on the hilt of Qing Chi ancient sword.

puff!
Han Bingyu snorted, a mouthful of blood spewed out from her mouth, and a powerful force knocked her out.

"Forbidden."

Han Bingyu barely stood up, staring at the ancient Qingchi sword, with a unwilling light in his eyes.

"Can't you see that there is a restriction engraved around this sword? Fortunately, a thousand years have passed, and part of the power of the restriction has been lost. Otherwise, under this restriction, your soul will be scattered!"

Qin Lang walked slowly with his hands behind his back. He looked at the Qing Chi ancient sword and said lightly.

"you're awake?"

Han Bingyu said coldly.

Looking at Qin Lang, it was like facing a big enemy.

If it was the past, Frost Rain would definitely not fail to see the restrictions, but the Qing Chi ancient sword was the magical weapon she dreamed of, and under the pressure of desire, she did not have time to check the surrounding formation restrictions.

Qin Lang appeared here intact, and it seemed that the sneak attack just now was just a play he played.

"You still can't hurt me." Qin Lang ignored Han Bingyu, but closed his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness instantly spread to the surroundings.

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

Han Bingyu sneered, she could naturally see that Qin Lang was looking for the top magic weapon with his spiritual sense, that's why she sneered.

The sword room occupies a huge area, and there are countless magic weapons, each of which has a frightening aura.

Practitioners use their divine sense to detect the divine weapon, and if they make a slight mistake, they will be counterattacked by the divine soldier, and the sword will smash the divine sense to pieces.

Once this is the case, the mind of the practitioner is damaged, the heart of the Tao will be shaken, and the realm will fall.

In her opinion, Qin Lang's move is tantamount to courting death.

Because even her master Zhang Zhenzhen did not dare to do this.

Han Bingyu was waiting, waiting to see the scene where Qin Lang was backlashed by the divine soldiers, his Dao heart was damaged, and he vomited blood wildly.

However, as time passed, she realized that something was wrong.

The sword room occupies a huge area, and ordinary people's spiritual sense cannot persist in searching for so long, and it is very likely to be backlashed by divine weapons at any time.

How did Qin Lang search and investigate with his spiritual sense for so long?
The magic soldiers in the sword room didn't respond at all?
Could it be that Qin Lang's control over the consciousness has reached an unreliable level?
This is absolutely impossible!

Qin Lang's spiritual consciousness slowly spread to the ancient Qingchi sword.

Suddenly, on the edge of the ancient Qingchi sword, a formation restraint glowing with golden light appeared.

Han Bingyu also saw the restriction, and it was this restriction that made her vomit blood just now, and returned home in defeat.

She also deeply felt the power of this restriction, and a sense of fear sprouted in her heart.

"I don't need to kill you. In the face of this prohibition, under the master of the heavenly realm, he is like a chicken and a dog, which is not worth mentioning. What's more, Tianjianmen is suppressed by the nine-company spirit-suppressing formation, and people with the most cultivation base territory."

"If you continue to die and linger on your last breath, I will give you a ride and avenge Junior Brother Ling by the way!"

A terrible smile appeared on the corner of Han Bingyu's mouth, he looked at the restriction, and then at Qin Lang, as if looking at a dead person.

"I won't die!"

Qin Lang seemed to understand Han Bingyu's heart, he said indifferently.

In his eyes, although this restriction is strong, there are more than a dozen ways to break it.

No matter how powerful the person who set up this restriction is, how can he compare to Qin Lang?
Han Bingyu looked at Qin Lang, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more and more intense.

People who are arrogant, who don't know the depth, who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, have seen too much cold and rain.

Before you die, how about letting you be arrogant once?

Han Bingyu wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and watched with cold eyes.

"break!"

Suddenly, she heard a word from Qin Lang's mouth, and then the golden light shattered, disappearing into the darkness instantly.

The ban is broken!

Han Bingyu was only dumbfounded and shocked.

Qin Lang actually broke this powerful restriction!
He is definitely a monster, absolutely a pervert!
However, the Qing Chi ancient sword is the most important!

The cold ice rain turned into a ray of white light, and rushed towards the ancient Qingchi sword in an instant. At the same time, he opened his right hand, and his white and slender palm was about to fall on the hilt of the sword.

Between killing Qin Lang and seizing the ancient Qingchi sword, Han Bingyu naturally chose to seize the ancient Qingchi sword.

With the Qing Chi ancient sword, Han Bingyu is like a tiger with wings added, and it is naturally easier to kill Qin Lang.

For Qing Chi Ancient Sword, Ice Rain is determined to win!

"You are the first person to blatantly grab something in front of me."

Qin Lang's eyes were indifferent, he looked at Han Bingyu coldly, and suddenly stretched out his finger.

Snapped!
The sound of snapping fingers resounded throughout the sword room.

Snap your fingers!

(End of this chapter)