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Young Marshal Qin Lan?

This is the only person she admires.

Now, hearing other people's praise of Qin Lan, I'm naturally excited.

cough cough...

cough cough...

Just as they were discussing that Qin Lan was absorbing and refining the Nine Nether Fires, Qin Jun, who had been hammered to the point of blood and broken bones, coughed violently.

Every time he coughed, blood was spitting out of his mouth.

have to say!

The realm of half-step Tiangang is indeed strong.

Under Qin Lan's violent attack, he still survived, and, leaning on the sword that he carried with him, he stood up slowly.

Looking around, Qin Jun's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his eyes had been sunken, his chest, and various parts of his body were uneven, making him look extremely terrifying.

Even, some bones were broken, punctured directly, and exposed outside.

The word 'miserable' can no longer describe this scene.

At this time, Qin Jun looked at Qin Lan, who was wrapped in blue flames, and suddenly laughed ferociously.

The voice is full of despair, and madness.

". "Tiangang Realm? Good... good... Unexpectedly, you are going to win the Tiangang at such an age. This old man... admits that he can't beat you, but wants to kill me? Then this old man will drag you to the back even if he dies."

"Qingyunzi, Di Mingqi...you don't care about death, if that's the case, then don't blame Qin for being ruthless, let's die together."

The voice was hoarse and piercing, like howling ghosts and wolves.

After he finished speaking, his body shook violently, and blood was spitting out from his mouth.

And he used blood as a sword, and shouted heart-piercingly, "The world is boundless, the universe borrows the law, uses blood as a sword, and the wind and fire soldiers are as fast as the law-the blood sword"

(Li Le Zhao) Whoosh whoosh...

Whoosh...

Whoosh...

In an instant, crimson blood swords hovered around Qin Jun's body, forming a large array of five elements, yin and yang, and eight trigrams.

Every sword trembled.

Every sword is full of resentment.

Then, Qin Jun clasped his hands together with difficulty, aiming at the inconspicuous giant peak in the southeast direction, his eyes were scarlet and frantic.

"Once the Evil Sword Immortal comes out, who will fight? Resentment abounds, corpses are strewn all over the field, you all have to die, and you all have to be buried with me... quack quack ... quack quack ..."

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

wow...

As soon as the words fell, tens of thousands of blood swords, with Qin Jun as the center, quickly gathered and rotated, like a blood dragon, exuding a monstrous sword intent, and rushed towards the mountain peak.

Seeing this, Qing Yunzi's expression changed, and he exclaimed loudly, "Quick...quick...quick...stop him, damn...dammit...he wants to release Xie Jianxian.".

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boom……

But what he said was too late.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Jun used his blood to turn into a sword and his soul as a sacrifice, unleashed the strongest ten thousand swords to return to the sect, and instantly slammed into that mountain peak.

In an instant, there was a terrifying explosion on the mountain.

Smoke and dust splashed everywhere, and dust flew up.

Then, in this mountain peak, suddenly, bursts of evil and hoarse laughter came.

"Jie Jie...I, Xie Jianxian, finally came out."

woo woo woo...

woo woo woo...

At this moment, resentment abounds.

The world is dark and gloomy.

At this moment, the flowers, plants and vegetation in the forbidden area of ​​Shu Mountain turned yellow strangely until they withered.

temperature?

Plunge!

Evil thoughts?

skyrocketing!

This scene, which fell into the eyes of Qing Yunzi who was not far away, made his face ashen ashes, and he slumped on the ground, muttering to himself, "It's over... It's over, I am ashamed of the Shushan Sword Sect and the people of the world... .”

The evil sword fairy broke out.

Just ask the world, who can stop the evil sword fairy?

At that time, the Shushan Sword Sect had four masters from the Tiangang Realm and one master from the Vientiane Realm, and with the help of the Dragon Pattern Purple Cauldron, they worked together to suppress the evil sword fairy.

But now, there are only a handful of Warlocks in Zhongzhou, not to mention the Vientiane Realm, just the Tiangang Realm.

If he can't resist Xie Jianxian, he will definitely make Xie Jianxian sacrifice his life and splash his blood on Zhongzhou, so as to prove the "evil way" in his heart.

The words were full of bitterness and despair.

Seeing this, Di Mingqi, who was beside him, waved his hand, holding a flying sword that belonged to him tightly in his hand, and said softly, "Master, no matter what today, we will fight to the death. Only in this way can we be ashamed of our true heart, otherwise, the Shushan Sword Sect will definitely become the 'villain' of Zhongzhou."

The voice is sonorous and powerful.

At this moment, his heart was filled with a strong fighting spirit and anger.

Fighting intent?

Of course it was a desperate fight.

anger?

Of course it was the hatred for Qin Jun.

What the hell, before he died, he didn't hesitate to use himself as a sacrifice to break the seal of Xie Jianxian.

This is simply a tactic of killing each other.

As soon as these words came out, Qing Yunzi cheered up and scolded viciously, "Ma De, you must know that Qin Jun is so extreme, and wish to abolish his cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise, how could such an incident happen."

"Yes, we only hope that after suppressing Xie Jianxian for a hundred years, his strength will be weakened. If so, we still have a chance of winning." Di Mingqi echoed.

"Jie Jie... Jie Jie..."

At this moment, a sinister laugh suddenly came from the center of the explosion, "The chances of winning? It's up to you? What a joke, old man, when you are traveling across Zhongzhou, you and the other juniors don't know where you are?"

"Today, old man, let's see...how can you stop me."

"The resentment turns into a sword, with blood as a sacrifice, the blood resentment sword rises"

Whoosh...

Whoosh...

In an instant, a sharp gray sword with a terrifying resentment hovered in the air.

One handle into two handles; two handles into four handles?

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand blood swords condensed with resentment.They shot towards Qing Yunzi and Di Mingqi overwhelmingly.

As the Blood Resentment Sword passed by, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and a dark wind suddenly rose.

"what?"

"what?"

Immediately, Ling Qingyunzi and Di Mingqi's expressions were solemn, and they held the flying swords tightly, using their own mana, and swung their swords to block.

"No name and no form, the sun and the moon shine together, and the sword returns to Wuji."

boom……

boom……

A long sword with a handle suddenly had many afterimages, condensing the five elements and eight trigrams array, resisting in front of him, and whenever it was hit by the blood resentment sword, a series of explosions occurred one after another.

Every time there was an explosion, Qing Yunzi's face turned pale, his feet sank into the ground, and he gradually moved backwards.

And Di Mingqi held the sword in one hand, and muttered in his mouth, "The sky is upright, all dharmas return to the sect, the dragon roars in the sky, and ten thousand swords fly together."

Behind him, a long sword appeared, with dense sword shadows, rotating counterclockwise, and every time it rotated, a flying sword shot out.

Whoosh...

Whoosh...

Feijian ushered in the oncoming Blood Grudge Sword, causing them to collide, and there was also an explosion sound.

Just as they were resisting the Blood Resentment Sword, the evil voice suddenly sounded, "Hey? You two little guys, it's quite interesting... You can resist this old man's blow."

"But what about this blow? How do you resist it?"

boom……

The next moment, a sharp, evil, and world-weary sword light came in an instant with a monstrous momentum.

click...

click...

Immediately, under this blow, Qing Yunzi and Di Mingqi's defensive sword skills were instantly breached, like shattered glass, shattered.

puff...

puff...

The next moment, with blood spitting out of their mouths, their bodies flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, their faces pale, staring at the scene in front of them.

slap......

slap...

At this moment, the smoke dissipated, and there was a series of applause in front of my eyes.

Looking around, an old man wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and a thin complexion stepped on a tripod.

Impressively, he has a bright bald head, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and deep and fierce eyes.

In particular, his Taoist robe is engraved with grimaces. Every time he takes a step, the robe shakes slightly. These grimaces seem to come alive, sometimes crying, sometimes resentful, appearing extremely strange and terrifying.

This old man is none other than the Evil Sword Immortal.

And that Taoist robe, belonging to his evil weapon, is called 'Ghost Robe'.

All the souls who were tortured to death by him will be sealed in the Taoist robe with secret techniques by him.

Today, the resentment in the Taoist robe has already reached thousands.

And his goal is to strive to reach [-].

Therefore, he will be named 'Wan Gui Pao'.

And the tripod under his feet is dark purple all over, with three legs and two ears, and sometimes exudes auspiciousness.

This tripod, obviously, is exactly the Dragon Pattern Purple Ding in the Dayu Ding.

This cauldron is exactly the giant cauldron that once sealed Xie Jianxian.

Now, under his feet.

Use this to vent your anger.

Beside the purple cauldron with dragon pattern, there was an old man wearing Shushan Sword School costume, covered in thick dust, sitting cross-legged, with dry skin and drooping head.