Yan Zhuangyun's screams came, and both the northern and eastern warriors turned their heads and saw Yan Zhuangyun's fate.
His head was killed by the Immortal Killing Sword, his soul was shattered by the Demon Killing Sword, and the body with its head missing quickly fell from the air and headed towards the ground.
And at this moment, Luan Tang, the holy son of the Corpse Refining Sect, seemed to have discovered some kind of rare treasure. A smile appeared on his face, and with a flash of his body, he took Yan Zhuangyun's body away and returned as if nothing had happened.
Go to the camp of the northern warriors!
"Yanzhuang Yun, is he dead?"
"Senior Brother Holy Son, damn it! Holy Son of Qijue City, I, the Heavenly Dao Clan, will fight to the death with you!"
The moment they saw Yan Zhuangyun's death, the warriors from the Tiandao clan roared angrily. Even the other eight saints from the Tiandao clan were temporarily distracted, obviously unable to accept this result.
Even they didn't expect... Yanzhuang Yun would die in Lu Qingjun's hands so easily.
"Brother Lu, good job!"
"He is truly worthy of being the Holy Son of Qijue City. His strength is really extraordinary."
Many saints and saints among the Eastern Region warriors were amazed, and Chen Yule, Yi Song and others even clapped their hands and applauded.
Qi Lingyu stared at Lu Qingjun who was holding the Qiankun Sword Box.
He was in front of the warriors of the Eastern Region, so everyone could only see Lu Qingjun's back, but that back was so majestic, so tall and straight, like an unsheathed sword!
"Behead the immortals and slay the demons with great righteousness."
"The soul is destroyed, and the gods and ghosts are frightened."
"Across the world, there is no match in the universe!"
Qi Lingyu muttered in a low voice, "I didn't expect that Lu Qingjun only used three swords to kill Yan Zhuangyun!"
"Pity."
"We won't be able to see the full power of the Qiankun Sword Box in this battle, but from the looks of it, Lu Qingjun killed Yan Zhuangyun with only three sword strikes. The reputation of the Qiankun Sword Box is probably not a lie!"
Qi Lingyu sounded a little surprised, but also a little regretful.
Wang Zhengyang asked curiously: "Brother Qi, Qitian Sect and Qi Jue City belong to the same territory. Have you never seen the full power of the Qiankun Sword Box?"
Qi Lingyu shook his head silently and said with a smile: "I have only seen a few words about the Qiankun Sword Box in the Qitian Sect's classics, saying that he is the strongest Taiyi magic weapon in the eastern region of the demon world... Haha, of course I maintain this
I have strong suspicions, but unfortunately, I never have the chance to see the power of this Taiyi Divine Weapon!"
"I thought I would be able to see it today, but Yanzhuang Yun couldn't even block three swords, so I guess I won't be able to see it."
Qi Lingyu and Wang Zhengyang both looked at the Qiankun Sword Box, showing awe at it.
Even Lin Bai felt that the Qiankun Sword Box was unusual and extremely powerful. He murmured to himself: "If all seven swords from the Qiankun Sword Box come out, I wonder if Xiao Junfeng can stop it?"
Lu Qingjun only used three swords to kill Yan Zhuangyun. If all seven swords were used, I don't know how powerful it would be.
Perhaps only Wei Junfeng has a chance to stop it.
"But..." Lin Bai looked at the Qiankun Sword Box, frowned slightly, and whispered: "The way this thing works gives me a very familiar feeling... It seems to be the use of flying swords?"
"Is it possible that this thing has some connection with the way of flying swords?"
When Lu Qingjun used the Qiankun Sword Box for the first time, Lin Bai was keenly aware that the method of refining this object was almost the same as that of the flying sword, and the method of using it was also similar.
Lin Bai was a little curious in his heart. Could it be that this was a treasure refined by a strong man who practiced the flying sword?
"There's no point in making random guesses now. I'll find another chance to ask Brother Lu when this matter is over." Lin Bai calmed down and stopped thinking.
Now Yan Zhuangyun is dead, becoming the second top saint son to die in the Northern Territory during this hunting trip.
The first was Jiang Yuan of the Zihe clan, who died at the hands of Huang Qingyun.
And Yanzhuang Yun became the second one and died at the hands of Lu Qingjun!
After killing Yan Zhuangyun, Lu Qingjun chanted a spell and the three unsheathed divine swords returned to the Qiankun Sword Box.
When Lu Qingjun put away the Qiankun Sword Box, Dong Nanshu's figure appeared in the air and looked at Lu Qingjun in shock.
At that moment, Dong Nanshu sensed the overbearing power of the Qiankun Sword Box. She, who was supposed to protect Yanzhuangyun, suddenly escaped, causing Yanzhuangyun to be caught off guard and killed by Lu Qingjun.
"Saint Lu Qingjun has such good tricks." Although Dong Nanshu was a little frightened, but now in front of many saints and saints from the Eastern and Northern Territories, he couldn't help but say a few words indignantly.
Lu Qingjun raised his eyebrows, his sharp gaze fell on Dong Nanshu, and his palm quickly pressed on the Qiankun Sword Box.
The sword box trembled again, and the sword power and sword intention inside began to spread out.
Dong Nanshu took a look and hurriedly retreated, returning to the camp of the northern warriors.
"Why did you run away?" Lu Qingjun looked at Dong Nanshu and said coldly: "Weren't you very impressive just now?"
Dong Nanshu looked pale and snorted coldly, "Of course I still have to put the overall situation first and cannot show off my courage for a moment!"
Dong Nanshu said nicely that he was thinking about the overall situation, but in reality he was frightened by the Qiankun Sword Box.
"Haha." Lu Qingjun sneered disdainfully. He naturally saw that Dong Nanshu was scared out of his wits, so he didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so he looked at Xiao Junfeng, "Shengzi Xiao Junfeng, since you, the Northern Territory warrior, have no
If anyone dares to come and fight, then it’s up to you!”
Many Northern Territory warriors were silent when they heard this, and Wei Junfeng was once again pushed to the forefront.
"The Eastern Territory is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!" Xiao Junfeng sighed twice. He slowly raised his steps and walked forward. "I didn't expect that even a top sect saint in the Qitian Sect's territory could defeat the Tiandao clan.
The Holy Son will kill you!"
"Hey!" Xiao Junfeng sighed and walked forward, "The Eastern Region has countless fertile lands and a long history. It is the hinterland of the devil world, the hometown of saints, the hometown of immortals and gods... It really deserves its reputation."
"Compared with the Eastern Region, we in the Northern Region are like a group of bumpkins who have never seen much of the world!" Xiao Junfeng smiled bitterly and said to Lu Qingjun: "Let the Holy Son Lu Qingjun laugh!"
"Since there is no one in the Northern Territory to challenge, let me teach you the methods of Holy Son Lu Qingjun!"
As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Junfeng had already walked from the mountain peak where the northern warriors were to Lu Qingjun. There was only a hundred meters between them.
Wearing white clothes, Xiao Junfeng looked as if he were a fairy. His face was calm and composed, and there was even a slight smile on his lips.
"Please, Holy Son Lu Qingjun!"
Xiao Junfeng stood a hundred meters away from Lu Qingjun and looked at Lu Qingjun with a smile.
There is no brilliant light emerging from his body, nor is there any domineering arrogance rising from his body. He is just like an ordinary young master from an aristocratic family, or a mortal without any cultivation!