After Xu Qingyun killed Zhou Xuantong, his face was still calm. There was neither the joy of victory nor the ecstasy of victory.
He calmly took back the Longli sword. There were blood dripping on the Longli sword, but the sword body was not stained with any blood.
Xu Qingyun suddenly grabbed it with his right hand, and the white rainbow sword that broke and flew out fell into Xu Qingyun's hand again.
Xu Qingyun learned from Longli Sword that the White Rainbow Sword also contains some sword spirit. When he is free, Longli Sword can absorb the sword spirit inside.
Xu Qingyun put away the Longli sword and the Baihong sword that was broken into two sections.
At this time, the top of Kunlun Mountain was already dead silent, and everyone's eyes fell on the figure in white standing proudly.
Everyone's minds were replaying Zhou Xuantong's final roar of unwillingness and despair.
Immediately afterwards, he could no longer resist the coming of death. He smiled miserably, turned pale, trembled his body, looked up at the sky, and slowly fell down without making any more noise.
Zhou Xuantong, the Kunlun Sword Immortal, died and was buried on the top of Kunlun Mountain.
Death is like a lamp going out. No matter how powerful you are in life, you will be nothing more than a pile of loess after death.
Everyone watching the battle looked at this scene, their expressions already dull and speechless.
Zhou Xuantong died like this? The Kunlun Sword Immortal, the peerless strongman who had dominated China a hundred years ago and reached the pinnacle.
Now I am dead on the top of Kunlun Mountain, on the road to the underworld.
Even Zhou Xuantong's treasured peerless sword, the Baihong Sword, was broken and captured by the opponent.
Everyone recalled that before the fight, almost everyone believed that Emperor Qingyun was definitely no match for Kunlun Sword Immortal, and that Emperor Qingyun would definitely lose.
But who would have thought that the final result would be like this. It was not Immortal Qingyun who was defeated, but Sword Immortal Kunlun. And it was not a simple failure, but a direct loss of life.
From the beginning to the end of this battle, they never saw Immortal Qingyun appear exhausted. Whenever everyone thought that this was the limit of Immortal Qingyun, he would immediately burst out with more powerful power and display even more power.
Terrifying magical skills.
He crushed the Kunlun Sword Immortal again and again until he killed Zhou Xuantong.
Even now, no one knows whether the Immortal Emperor Qingyun has used his full strength.
"Kunlun Sword Immortal died like this?"
"Immortal Emperor Qingyun is too terrifying and his strength is unfathomable. You must not provoke him!"
"With such strength, reaching the top, looking around the world, who is his opponent!?"
"The world of Chinese warriors is about to produce a truly peerless evildoer!"
"Immortal Emperor Qingyun is only in his early twenties. If it were ten or twenty years later, I can't imagine how terrifying he would have grown!"
There was a sound of exclamation in the hearts of everyone.
They looked at the figure standing proudly, at the figure as straight as a green pine, and at the figure with white clouds fluttering like a fairy descending to earth.
"Qingyun, you win!"
Zhuge Qimeng was very happy, with a smile on his face.
She held her younger sister Zhuge Qingsi's jade hand and tightened it, feeling excited.
Zhuge Qingsi also had a smile on his face, and his beautiful eyes looked at that figure with brilliance.
Bai Bingyun looked at that figure, his eyes full of obsession.
Mo Yanyu, Mu Hanyi...
"After today, everyone in China will know the name of Immortal Emperor Qingyun!"
Xiao Ziyang looked at that figure, and the wild words Xu Qingyun had said rang in his mind. Looking at it and thinking about it now, he realized that those were not wild words, but just telling the truth.
This kid is really surprising again and again!
A look of horror flashed in the eyes of Shushan Sect's Green Sword Ling Feng. This chapter has been completed!