Qingcheng Mountain is one of the ancient great religions, and no one who has inherited the Holy Son dares to look down upon it.
Yan Yixiao is less than five hundred years old, and he is holding the Qingfeng Sword, which shows that many ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain have high hopes for him.
This sword was the most perfect burst of sword intent in his life!
Even if the Holy Lord of Qingcheng Mountain comes here and sees such a sword, he will never be dissatisfied.
"Yan Yixiao has already touched the surface of the will of the sword! If you give him time, there may be a 10% chance in the future to achieve immortality in the imperial realm!"
Several holy kings looked vaguely towards this side, and one of them nodded slightly in approval. When everyone saw that he was a holy king from Sanqing Palace, he had been famous for countless years. Unexpectedly,
Still alive now!
"Although that young man has weird cultivation and powerful methods, he is still a little too ambitious when facing the inheritance saint son from Qingcheng Mountain."
Many powerful men also shook their heads.
Most of those who can set foot on the fairy land are people with great backgrounds.
The top geniuses who are either from the Emperor's sect or from at least one of the great sects. Even those who are truly qualified to compete for the Tower of Reincarnation are only those saints and saints of the great sect, or even the emperor's sons and goddesses of the Emperor's sect.
As for the others, no matter how powerful they are, they are just accompanying the prince to study and go through the motions.
However, the few casual cultivators who were lucky enough to survive were not counted among them at all.
Even a look from those really big shots is enough to make the Holy Emperor disappear into ashes! A few casual cultivators who are not even considered to be emperors are not even qualified to be cannon fodder in front of them.
As Yan Yixiao made a perfect sword strike, everyone was convinced.
But someone let out a light sigh.
"That person seems familiar?"
It's a pity that not many people care about it, and even if someone hears it, they just laugh it off.
The terrifying blue sword energy of nearly a thousand feet made the surrounding world tremble faintly, as if it could not withstand such destruction.
You know, this is the fairy land! The surrounding world is so powerful that even the Holy Emperor cannot break the void, but this sword directly cut out a crack one foot wide!
"With this sword, even the Holy Emperor will only end up drinking in hatred!"
A certain old Holy Emperor looked solemn. He could be considered to have lived for tens of thousands of years, but he had to lament that talented people appeared in every generation, and a new generation replaced the old ones.
Yan Yixiao is not the strongest among the saints and saints of many great religions, but she can still have such power!
How can the Holy Emperors of the older generation retain their dignity?
"Is this your strongest sword?"
But suddenly, a cold voice reached everyone's ears.
Without waiting for anyone to react, a figure suddenly pointed at the sword and slashed out with a sword in the air!
Behind him, thousands of feet of terrifying sword intent seemed to emerge!
Those sword intentions turned into a sword energy, splitting the world in front of him in an instant! It even easily chopped into pieces Yan Yixiao was flawless, condensing the green sword energy under the ancient will in the Qingfeng Sword in his hand!
"impossible!"
boom!
Yan Yixiao yelled crazily!
But there is no way to stop the arrival of this sword!
Even the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, known as one of the three divine swords of Qingcheng Mountain, let out a crisp whine!
Upon closer inspection, there were cracks on this divine sword, which was said to be infinitely close to the imperial weapon! Everyone was shocked!
The terrifying sword energy split Yan Yixiao's human sword in an instant! It even traveled thousands of miles without dissipating!
Everyone looked around and saw Yan Yixiao standing in the void in a daze. The Qingfeng Sword in his hand was densely covered with countless cracks!
Behind him, a terrifying crack a hundred feet wide and spreading thousands of miles appeared on the earth, like a divine punishment sent by the gods, directly forming a huge canyon!
The power of a sword!
This is just the power of a sword!
Everyone gasped!
"Brother!"
Yan Yixiao whined a few times, and at the same time, Yan Yixiao slowly turned his head, as if he wanted to take a last look at the traces left by the sword.
Unfortunately, his whole person seemed to have lost the meaning of existence, turned into a speck of starlight, and completely dissipated.
At the same time, the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, which was almost split into pieces by Li Ye's sword, let out bursts of mournful screams, turned into a ray of green light, and was about to flee far away!
The magic weapon has spirit! Although the Qingfeng Sword is not an imperial weapon, it is much more powerful than ordinary peak imperial weapons! It has been refined by Qingfeng Daojun of Qingcheng Mountain for tens of thousands of years, and it already possesses extremely high spirituality.
Yan Yixiao has been wiped out, Qingfengjian naturally wants to escape and return to the ancestral land of Qingcheng Mountain!
But at this moment, Li Ye, who had been waiting for a long time, grasped the magic sword of Qingcheng Mountain in his hand.
"It's a good sword, but it's a pity that it didn't find the right owner."
Although the Qingfeng Sword is full of cracks at the moment, it seems that it may break at any time. But only Li Ye knows that as long as a strong person is willing to nurture and refine it with blood essence, it can completely restore its original appearance.
Naturally, it is not possible for ordinary people to conquer such magical weapons.
At least if there is a being like the Holy Lord, Yan Yixiao can surrender, but it is only because he is the inherited saint son of Qingcheng Mountain and has been passed down from generation to generation that he can barely conquer and become his own divine weapon.
Li Ye naturally took it away without politeness. Although the Qingfeng Sword was not as good as his Seven Star Sword, even if Li Ye saw such a magic weapon, he would be moved.
Although he can't use it, it doesn't mean that others can't use it.
"Thief! Return the sect's magic weapon quickly!"
Several elders in Qingcheng Mountain had their eyes turned red!
The holy son of our sect was killed with a sword in front of them! Even that sword not only killed Yan Yixiao's physical body, but also his Dao roots and soul were killed with a sword!
It is a true death, and there is no possibility of resurrection! It is also impossible to fall into reincarnation and be reincarnated again.
Not only that, Li Ye even kept the Qingfeng Sword by force and took it away in front of everyone!
At this moment, several Holy Emperor elders in Qingcheng Mountain reacted! They became angry on the spot!
As for everyone, they were already frightened by Li Ye's sword just now!
"Oh my god! Who is that kid?"
"Yan Yixiao was actually killed by a sword? Even the Qingfeng Sword in his hand was almost chopped into pieces?"
"Fuck, you misjudged me! This person is definitely not an unknown person! This is simply worse than the Holy Son of the Great Sect, no! Even if the Emperor's Son of the Emperor comes here, he is not so perverted, right?"
Everyone looked down upon Li Ye just now. Although Li Ye broke into the fairy land alone, he was ultimately weak.
But now, as Yan Yixiao was killed by Li Ye with a casual sword, if they hadn't guessed that Li Ye must have a big background, they would have lived like a dog for thousands of years.
At the same time, the central area of the Fairyland!
A series of terrifying thoughts, a pair of powerful sights, all looked over!