Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

The strongest defensive Taiyi Divine Weapon in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm is the Nine Heavens Star Robe, while the most powerful offensive Taiyi Divine Weapon is the Qiankun Sword Box.

These two Taiyi Divine Weapons were not boasted by the warriors from the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm. In the history of the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm, these two Taiyi Divine Weapons have shown unparalleled power and power, establishing their status in the Eastern Region. status.

The Nine Heavens Star Robe is the most important treasure of the Star Sect in the Wansheng Mountain. It is often mastered by the saints of the Star Sect in the contemporary era and becomes the iconic item of the Star Sect saints.

The same is true for the Qiankun Sword Box. It is an iconic item belonging to the Holy Son of Qi Jue City and can only be mastered by the contemporary Holy Son.

"The reason why the Qiankun Sword Box is known as the strongest Taiyi Divine Weapon in the Eastern Region of the Demon Realm is because the sword box contains seven sword-type Taiyi Divine Weapons!" Qi Lingyu narrowed his eyes and stared at Lu Qingjun's hand. sword box.

"These seven Taiyi divine weapons are integrated with the sword box. Once used, they form a sword formation of their own, with infinite power!"

Lin Bai clearly felt that when Qi Lingyu mentioned the Qiankun Sword Box, his words were particularly dignified, with a hint of awe.

It was unimaginable to him... that Qi Lingyu, who was so arrogant and arrogant, would be so in awe of the Qiankun Sword Box, which made Lin Bai couldn't help but want to see the power of the Qiankun Sword Box.

Yan Zhuangyun from the Tiandao clan in the Northern Territory saw Lu Qingjun taking out the yellow wooden sword box and couldn't help but laughed and said: "Is this the coffin you prepared for yourself? It's a little too small!!"

"Otherwise, I'll ask our warriors from the Corpse Refining Sect in the North to prepare a coffin for you!" Yanzhuang Yun sneered. He obviously didn't know the Qiankun Sword Box. "After all, the coffins made by the Corpse Refining Sect are famous in the entire demon world. It is famous far and wide.”

Yanzhuang Yun was still laughing at Lu Qingjun, but only the few northern warriors behind him, such as Shen Xinghe, the holy son of the Shen Shen Sect, and Shen Xinghe, the holy son of the Soul Refining Sect, could no longer laugh!

Although they didn't know the Qiankun Sword Box, they still felt that there was a domineering power like a wolf and a tiger hidden under the yellow wooden sword box.

"Coffin?" Lu Qingjun stood the Qiankun Sword Box in front of him and pressed the top of the sword box with one hand.

His eyes were soft and excited, and his palms gently rubbed the patterns on the wooden box, "This was originally prepared for the saints of the most prosperous sects such as Xing Junfeng, Shen Xinghe, and Luan Tang, but I didn't expect to use it on you. On his body."

"hehe."

Lu Qingjun sneered, and Yan Zhuangyun frowned. He could hear the disdain and contempt in Lu Qingjun's words.

The people Lu Qingjun mentioned were all the saints and saints of the Hesheng Sect, but he, Yan Zhuangyun, was also from the Hesheng Sect. Lu Qingjun's words obviously did not regard Yanzhuang Yun as the holy son of the prosperous sect.

"Hmph." Yan Zhuangyun felt the contempt, and immediately snorted with disdain, "I want to see how powerful the treasure you prepared for the saint son and saint of the prosperous sect is!!"

"watch out!"

Yanzhuang Yun's eyes flashed, and the Yongye oil lamp above his head flickered again. Black light instantly rushed into Lu Qingjun's eyes, causing him to lose his six senses again, and he no longer knew anything about the outside world.

Yan Zhuangyun took this opportunity to attack again with his sword, using the secret sword skills of the Tiandao clan, and went straight towards Lu Qingjun's throat.

Lu Qingjun didn't hide or avoid it. He had lost all six senses anyway, so he simply closed his eyes.

He gently patted the Qiankun Sword Box with his palm, and with the help of his spiritual power, the sword box trembled slightly and opened a gap.

"Behead the Immortal!"

He spoke softly and shouted softly.

The wooden board on the left side of the Qiankun sword box suddenly opened to the left, and a bright sword instantly rushed out of the sword box and flew into the air. The boundless sword power spread out instantly.

Buzzing…

That sword is extremely powerful and dazzling.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators present felt that the sword intent in their bodies began to leak out uncontrollably.

Lin Bai looked up in the air in surprise and saw the sword...about three feet long and two fingers wide. The blade was straight and bright, the blade was sharp and had a cold light, and the hilt was silver, emitting There is a suffocating fairy atmosphere.

The sword buzzed in mid-air, seeming to be roaring and cheering.

It was as if a prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time broke out of the prison.

It exuded boundless sharp sword light all over its body, causing a large number of cracks to appear in the surrounding space.

Just in time.

After Yanzhuangyun sacrificed the Yongye Oil Lamp, causing Lu Qingjun to temporarily lose his senses, he quickly took action and came closer, only to find a sword flying out of the sword box and cheering in the air with great spirituality.

The next moment, the sword suddenly turned its edge and pointed at Yanzhuang Yun.

At that moment, the sword seemed to have found a gratifying rejection, falling from the sky and stabbing straight towards Yanzhuang Yun.

The sword is as sharp as a pair of scissors, cutting through the vast curtain of sky and space.

"not good!"

A sense of danger came to Yan Zhuangyun's mind, and he immediately turned from offense to defense. All his spiritual energy turned into a shield, and all his defensive magic weapons shone brightly.

I saw the sword thrusting forward, breaking through all the protection on Yan Zhuang Yun's body, and heading towards Yan Zhuang Yun's heart.

At the critical moment, Yan Zhuangyun used a secret method to avoid it!

"Kill the devil!"

At this time, Lu Qingjun, who had his eyes closed, shouted softly again.

The wooden board on the left side of the Qiankun Sword Box tilted to the left again, revealing the second scabbard inside the sword box.

A sword with a black sheath and a black handle was exposed from the sword case.

The moment this sword appeared, overwhelming resentment and demonic energy filled the air.

The sword body shook violently in the scabbard. The next moment, the sword came out of the scabbard and soared into the sky. The sound of the sword was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and the surrounding area was suddenly filled with gloomy wind.

The second sword rushed out of the sword box and went towards Yanzhuang Yun without any hesitation.

If the "Immortal-Slaying Sword" in the Qiankun Sword Box is a prisoner who has been dusted for a long time, then this "Devil-Slaying Sword" is the devil who escaped from hell!

It does not require a warrior to perform it, it is a self-contained sword technique with one slash and one slash.

The moves were fierce, every sword was aimed at Yan Zhuangyun's weak spot, and every sword was going to cut Yanzhuang Yun into pieces with a thousand swords!

Being entangled by two swords, Yan Zhuangyun was unable to parry. When he dodged back and forth, his body had been cut with many wounds by the "Devil-Slaying Sword", and his clothes were shattered into pieces, making him extremely embarrassed.

The northern warrior saw that Yan Zhuangyun had lost the ability to compete with Lu Qingjun. At this moment, he could only defend and dodge in an extremely embarrassed manner.

Seeing that the situation was over, Xiao Junfeng shook his head slightly, "Yan Zhuangyun no longer has the power to resist. His failure will be a matter of time."

"Save him and bring him back!"

All the northern warriors were shocked when they heard this.

Xiao Junfeng actually used the word "rescue", which means that Yan Zhuangyun can no longer escape by relying on his own abilities. He must have help from the Northern Territory warriors in order to save his life!

"I'll go!" Dong Nanshu, dressed as a scholar, chuckled and stepped forward.

He and Yan Zhuangyun were originally the Holy Sons who belonged to the same Tiandao clan, and their relationship was pretty good on weekdays.

Now that he saw Yanzhuang Yun in trouble, he naturally wanted to help!