For a moment, although the young man and his uncle lowered their voices, someone still heard them!
"What a bastard! How dare you insult the Holy Son of my religion behind my back!"
boom!
Several powerful men in green robes released their terrifying pressure, and even the disciples of the big sect who had previously bullied a group of casual cultivators were unable to withstand them.
"Senior brothers of Qingcheng Mountain, it has nothing to do with us, it's just these guys who don't know how to live or die, and they are arrogantly criticizing Saint Yan!"
They quickly explained it away, joking, Qingcheng Mountain is a well-known and powerful sect among the great sects. Although their respective sects are not weak, they are just like that in the eyes of others.
It's okay to bully casual cultivators, but when facing the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain, even ordinary Qingcheng Mountain disciples whose cultivation level is on par with them do not dare to speak loudly at all.
"court death!"
When one of the Qingcheng Mountain disciples heard this, his face flashed with anger!
However, another person temporarily held him back, "Wait a minute, wait for the Holy Son to kill the madman first!"
When the man heard this, he nodded.
At this time, the surrounding area is hundreds of miles away and seems to be a restricted area!
Some of the great saints and saints stepped aside and watched the battle with great interest.
"You think, how many moves can Yan Yixiao defeat this person?"
Someone chuckled and spoke.
"Haha, defeat? I don't think you need three moves. This person will definitely die under the Qingcheng Sword Technique!"
One of the saints smiled tenderly. Yan Yixiao was considered to be the best among the saints and saints. If he couldn't solve even this small matter, wouldn't it be a huge loss of face?
The other people didn't object when they heard this. They all knew about Yan Yixiao's strength.
The green sword light fell from the sky, turning into a hundred-foot sword light that was impossible to avoid!
Under the sword light, there seemed to be a majestic mountain, pressing down so tightly that people could not move at all.
"Qingcheng Sword Technique! One sword is enough to kill a Holy Emperor! No matter who this person is, there is no way he can take this sword easily."
Someone analyzed in a low voice.
But then they were all stunned!
However, he saw that the green sword light was flying in the air and was frozen in place by an invisible force.
"What?!"
Yan Yixiao's expression changed even more!
But a cold light flashed across his eyes!
Swish!
Two more cyan sword lights struck out!
"With a smile, this Yan can actually strike three swords!"
The holy son of a great sect turned pale with horror!
After all, over the millions of years of Qingcheng Sword Art, only a few have mastered the Seven Qingcheng Swords to the highest level. Even those who have mastered the fifth sword are enough to be ranked as a Saint King!
Yan Yixiao is only three hundred years old now, but with his talent, he will most likely become a powerful Saint King again in the future!
Many people are shocked! This is the reason why Qingcheng Mountain has endured for so long!
For three million years, powerful saint kings have been born in Qingcheng Mountain from generation to generation. At the most glorious time, there were even rumors that five saint monarchs appeared in one generation! Even some emperors and Taoists were pale after seeing them.
"You can block one sword! But I don't know how many of my swords you can block!"
Three Qingcheng Sword Qi crisscrossed each other!
Even some supreme holy emperors stayed away from each other. Under this kind of power, they would have a narrow escape if they encountered him!
Those disciples of the big sect who looked down on the casual cultivators showed their obsession and yearning, "This is the real strong man! The holy son of the great sect is indeed an invincible genius who is expected to become a saint king in the future!"
The young casual cultivator next to him was dissatisfied, but in the end he remained silent.
On the other hand, the two young men beside him, although impressed by the terrifying strength of the Holy Son of the Great Sect, were not as obsessed with him as the others.
Especially the elegant scholar, with a trace of thought in his eyes, looked towards the mysterious sword light that first tore apart the restriction of the fairy land and made a powerful appearance.
"Why is this man's sword so familiar?"
Don't wait for him to think about it.
In the void, three green sword auras were gently stretched out by a hand and easily shattered with a palm.
puff!
Yan Yixiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of disbelief!
The saints and saints of the great religion who were watching were dumbfounded, as if they had seen such an incredible scene.
"Such a weak sword spirit dares to become a divine sword on its own?"
As the palm that easily shattered Yan Yixiao's pride appeared, a figure truly appeared in front of everyone.
Even with a flick of the flick, the fragments of the sword energy that he easily smashed into pieces seemed to be affected by an invisible force and re-condensed into a peerless sword that seemed to have turned into substance.
"Since you have struck out three swords, how about you take my sword?"
He doesn't have Yan Yixiao's terrifying aura, nor does he have the invincible sword power that can cover the sky.
It was as if a sword was thrown casually!
But this sword!
But Yan Yixiao was so horrified that his face twisted!
He didn't even have any room to think, and instinctively yelled!
At the same time, a blue sword intent shot up from his body!
"Qingfeng Sword! This is Qingfeng Sword, one of the three great swords in Qingcheng Mountain!"
When everyone saw that Yan Yixiao had actually taken out one of the treasures of Qingcheng Mountain, everyone's expressions suddenly changed. Some of the saints and saints who were worried when they saw that he was about to be defeated by a nobody suddenly felt relieved.
"Hmph, it seems that Yan Yixiao was forced to panic! He even didn't hesitate to use the Qingfeng Sword!"
"He was injured by an unknown person, and with his arrogance, he naturally vomited blood. It seems that he was not prepared to give the other person any way to survive!"
There was a Holy Son talking loudly, and a gleam of joy appeared in his eyes!
Qingcheng Mountain is a powerful sect specializing in swordsmanship among the ancient sects. In the past three million years, there have been more than one invincible swordsman!
Especially the three divine swords in Qingcheng Mountain, each of which has an astonishing origin!
"I heard that this Qingfeng Sword was forged by Qingfeng Daojun 1.7 million years ago in Qingcheng Mountain. It is also integrated with his invincible sword spirit that is condensed in the way of swordsmanship! Although it is not an imperial weapon, it is more precious than ordinary saints.
Stronger than countless others!"
"Yes! Each of the three divine swords in Qingcheng Mountain is close to the level of an imperial weapon. I heard that if the three divine swords were combined into one, they would be comparable to the imperial weapons! They could easily kill a powerful saint king!"
Everyone is the saint son and saint daughter of their respective great sects, and they naturally have powerful treasures on their bodies.
But in real comparison, there are really not many people who can come up with a magical treasure as powerful as the three divine swords in Qingcheng Mountain.
"Little beast! I, the Holy Son, just underestimated the enemy and let you hurt my holy body! Now, letting you die under my Qingcheng Mountain Qingfeng Sword can be regarded as a reward for your ability to hurt this Holy Son!"
Yan Yixiao's whole body transformed into hundreds of feet of powerful sword intent! It was like being in the sword intent, and the sword and man were one!
The sword in his hand was originally left by the 1.7 million-year-old ancestor of Qingcheng Mountain, and it immediately merged perfectly with the powerful Qingcheng Sword Art that he had practiced for hundreds of years!
"Die!"
The sword intent soared into the sky, nearly a thousand feet! Even some emperors and goddesses in the core area of the fairy land were shuddered by it!