Start With The Great Emperor Realm, Build Primordial Divine Sect

"Stop talking nonsense!" Qin Feiyu held the Tianyin Emperor Sword tightly in his hand with obvious anger in his eyes.

"The Holy Land of Absolute Beginning is the most tyrannical holy land I have ever seen, bar none!"

"It is absolutely impossible to disband!"

He is a simple and honest person, he can insult himself, but it is absolutely not acceptable to insult the Holy Land.

It was Saint Lord who gave him a second life, so he must use his own life to protect the Holy Land.

"Just this uninhabited place? How dare you call it the strongest holy place?" Yu Kaifeng sneered suddenly, "You can pull it down!"

"I heard that you Saint Lord used to be beggars, begging on the streets of Jinling City!"

"If I pass by one day, I will give him a meal!"

"You're looking for death!" The anger in Qin Feiyu's eyes burst out.

This person actually said that the Saint Lord is a beggar, how can he bear it.

Thinking of this, he put his hand on the Tianyin Emperor's sword at his waist.

"Boy, do you still dare to do it?" Yu Kaifeng noticed Qin Feiyu's intention and quickly pulled out his own saber.

Zheng!

Under the sun, the blade of the sword shone coldly.

This sword is the middle grade of Mysterious Rank, named Xuanmang Sword.

It took him five years to join Sect.

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson, brat!"

The Xuanmang sword slashed across an arc, slashing towards Qin Feiyu's wrist.

Slash the sky and draw the sword!

Qin Feiyu stared at the flying long sword, and with a slight pull of his wrist, the Tianyin sword came out of its sheath, slashing in an arc, just right on the trajectory of the Xuanmang sword.

Zheng!

The Xuanmang sword snapped in response, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Fuck... Xuanmang Sword..." Yu Kaifeng was dumbfounded, threw himself on the ground, and picked up the broken section of the sword.

The fracture is as smooth as a mirror, without any trace of depression.

It can also explain that the sword that cut it was too sharp.

It's as easy as cutting tofu.

"Senior Brother! Your Xuanmang Sword!" Liu Jinghui was also dumbfounded, staring at the broken sword in a daze.

This sword is a mid-grade Mysterious Rank, with extremely high hardness.

Even if it is a battle with a treasure, you can learn hundreds of moves, it will not be broken, and there will be a few gaps if you die.

As for Qin Feiyu's sword, he chopped off the Mysterious Rank medium-grade long sword with a single strike.

The cut is still so smooth.

It can only show one thing, the sword in Qin Feiyu's hand is not simple.

Definitely stronger than the treasured long sword.

Gudong...

Liu Jinghui swallowed hard.

"This sword, could it be King Rank..."

"Oh my God!"

"impossible?"

Wang Jian was definitely an existence he could hardly imagine.

Why did it appear in the hands of the handyman disciple?

In the Tianchen Holy Cult, only those who are strong at the peak master level are eligible to use the king sword.

"Boy, return my Xuanmang sword!" Yu Kaifeng was really anxious.

It took him five years to obtain this Xuanmang sword.

It didn't take two years before it was cut off and became two pieces.

"It was you who insulted the Holy Land first, so I did it!" Qin Feiyu didn't intend to make things like this.

Yu Kaifeng stared at the sword in Qin Feiyu's hand, his eyes were red, and his heart was gradually going crazy.

"Hand over your sword, or I will kill you!"

This sword is so strong that even a Mysterious Rank weapon can be cut off at once, and its value is incalculable.

If he can snatch this sword, will he be as high as the sky in the future?

"Don't even think about it!" Qin Feiyu also discovered the enemy's greed, and even dared to make a mistake with the sword given by the Saint Lord.

This is absolutely intolerable to him.

Yu Kaifeng stared at the Tianyin Emperor Sword, with a greedy light in his eyes.

Grabbing the half-cut Xuanmang sword, he pointed at Qin Feiyu and rushed over.

Qin Feiyu put his hand on the hilt of his sword and drew his sword out of its sheath again.

Zheng!

The long sword crossed Kai Feng's neck at an extremely fast speed. The lower body of the latter was still running, but his head fell to the ground.

This time, he didn't hold back at all.

Anyone who insults the Holy Land is the enemy in his heart and must be eradicated.

Gudong...

Yu Kaifeng's body fell to the ground, his head rolled into the grass, his eyes were still looking at the boy in front of him.

To the end of his life, he didn't want to understand why this young-looking person had such terrifying sword-drawing skills.

"Ah!! Brother!" Liu Jinghui peed in fright when he saw the head rolled into the grass and the bones lying in a pool of blood.

"Fei... Feiyu... why are you so strong..."

I really can't figure it out, joining the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning for two months, Qin Feiyu's strength can be raised to this level.

Wasn't he a waste before?

There is no power to restrain the chicken.

What now?

A sword cut off the Xuanmang sword.

One sword beheaded the brother of Gathering Origin Realm.

Suddenly, he became a strong swordsman.

"I am so strong because of the gift of Saint Lord!" Qin Feiyu put the long sword back into its sheath.

"Saint Lord...this Holy Land of Absolute Beginning, is it really that strong?" Liu Jinghui really couldn't understand, how could he take out the king sword and randomly give it to the handyman disciple when he was reduced to a place to beg for food.

The disciples taught are extremely powerful.

Initiation two months, even the strong Gathering Origin can be beheaded.

On Realm, Qin Feiyu is also much better than him.

In the same two months, even if Liu Jinghui was a core disciple, he was only promoted to Qi Condensation Eighth Stage.

And what about Qin Feiyu?

As a handyman, I have to sweep the floor every day, which wastes a lot of time, but breakthrough to Body Tempering Fifth Stage.

There is a gap of one large Realm.

Qin Feiyu walked towards Liu Jinghui, with one hand on the hilt of his sword.

"Don't come here..." Liu Jinghui panicked and quickly knelt on the ground, "I just want to see your sword, there is no other meaning..."

"Please...for the sake of our being from the same village...don't kill me..."

Qin Feiyu did have murderous intentions at first, but when he saw Liu Jinghui kneeling and begging for mercy, his wrist relaxed a little.

"Feiyu!"

At this moment, a fragrant wind came from behind, and it was Jin Yiyue who was in charge of the door.

Qin Feiyu turned his head, and couldn't help but look at that beautiful leg that was as white as jade, and gulped down his saliva.

This Blood Qi Fang Gang's age, how can he see these things?

Jin Yiyue pointed her finger at the kneeling man.

"Just now you have killed his senior brother, and you have completely enmity with the Eight Desolation Sacred Sect. If you put him back, the Sacred Sect will come to you sooner or later!"

"In the future, there will be more and more annoying things. Do you want Saint Lord to be bothered by this?"

"Senior Sister..." Qin Feiyu looked away from his lap with difficulty, "I know what to do!"

"Don't... Please... let me go..." Liu Jinghui knelt on the ground, trembling with fright.

Qin Feiyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but the sword hadn't been drawn out of its sheath for a long time.

Liu Jinghui's eyes gradually became crazy, holding the Qingfeng sword, he suddenly attacked.

The tip of the sword pointed at the vital point in Qin Feiyu's abdomen, and was about to stab it.

Zheng!

At this moment, Qin Feiyu finally moved.

The long sword was unsheathed, a head, and half of the Qingfeng sword rolled to the ground...