Qingyun Signed in for Three Hundred Years, and I Became a Peerless Sword Fairy

The female senior sister said Nan Nan to herself, and slowly closed her eyes, completely losing her fighting spirit.

hum!

At this moment, she seemed to hear an extremely crisp sword cry.

She opened her eyes, and saw in the distance in a trance, it seemed that there was an extremely bright light coming quickly.

That ray of light seemed to be a sword light!

How could there be a sword light in the sky?

Could it be that he was about to die, all the illusions he saw?

As the bright sword light approached quickly, a fierce sword intent slowly enveloped the area.

This is……

Sword Intent!

Feeling this sword intent, the female disciple woke up completely.

Her expression was shocked, and she stared at the sword light with incomparable clarity.

Really!

It's really sword intent!

At this moment, with the sword intent enveloped, it wasn't just the female disciple who discovered it.

All the disciples of the Qingyun sect present, as well as all the masters of the ghost king sect, noticed the coming of this sword intent.

At this moment, all the ghost king sect masters suddenly felt an extremely strong sense of crisis.

Then, they all raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

I saw a bright sword light piercing the void and shooting towards this side.

The master of Ghost King Zong suddenly showed a look of horror.

They faintly felt that this sword light seemed to be aimed at them.

Could it be that the Qingyunmen strongman has arrived.

At this moment, all the masters of the Ghost King Sect and the disciples of the Qingyun Sect had this idea in their minds.

A strong swordsman has always been the symbol of Qing Yunmen.

At the moment when the sword light descended, the sword intent was surging, vast as the sea, and terrifying beyond compare.

"No, everyone run!"

At this time, the strongest person in the later stage of Jindan Realm among the masters of Ghost King Zong was the first to react.

He yelled, trying to use the secret method to escape, but found that the sword intent had locked them, unable to move at all.

The next moment, that horrific sword light, like a thunderbolt, directly bombarded all the ghost king sect masters.

Boom boom boom!

The sword light rushed straight down, ignoring all obstacles, and ran rampant.

The next moment, the ground was directly torn apart into a huge mouth of an abyss that was hundreds of feet long and bottomless.

The center of the eruption of the sword light was facing these ghost king sect masters.

With the strength of their mere Golden Core Realm, how could they withstand such a powerful and terrifying offensive.

The bodies of the ghost king sect masters were shattered directly by the sword light, and they were completely wiped out, not even a trace remained in the world.

Even those strong men in the Golden Core Realm would vanish into thin air under the sword light.

After the chaos, there was not even a trace of the soul of the ghost king sect master at the scene.

The most shocking thing is that this sword light seems to be purposeful.

Only the masters of the Ghost King Sect were chosen to attack, and Qiu, a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, did not offend him.

At this moment, the disciples of the Qingyun sect who were already in despair were all standing there unscathed.

They stared blankly at the scene they suddenly discovered in front of them, as if they were dreaming.

The last moment he was still aloof, an incomparable master of Ghost King Zong.

In the blink of an eye, he lost his trace in this world.

At this moment, their eyes searched in the endless dust.

He wanted to see clearly which senior from the sect saved them.

Could it be that the master has arrived?

With such a terrifying sword, who else could have such a terrifying sword, except for the head of the sect with a cultivation base as high as the sky?

A moment later, when the endless dust dissipated, a white figure suddenly appeared in the eyes of all Qing Yunmen disciples.

A slender figure slowly appeared in the void, dressed in white clothes better than snow, and long ink-like hair dancing wildly in the cold wind.

This white-clothed figure has an airy aura, like an exiled immortal in the dust.