When Mu Hai saw the two figures appearing, his eyes suddenly flashed with joy, it was finally here!
Qin Xuan's eyes swept across the void, and soon fell on Mu Hai below. His face suddenly darkened, and then a bone-chilling chill spread out, making the surrounding air freeze.
"Did he do it?" Qin Xuan looked at Mu Hai and asked. Except for Xue Wuchang, there was no one else here.
"Well, he is the Holy Son of Qianxue Palace." Mu Hai nodded and suddenly felt that his words were a bit redundant. Qin Xuan would not take the Holy Son of a palace-level power seriously.
Qin Xuan nodded lightly, indicating that he already understood, and said: "You have a good rest and leave this place to me."
After hearing this, Mu Hai's expression couldn't help but froze, and he looked at Qin Xuan blankly, and suddenly felt a warmth flowing through his heart, which was extremely warm.
He originally thought that Qin Xuan came to save him because he was his subordinate, but what Qin Xuan just said clearly sounded like he was speaking to a friend.
Qin Xuan didn't really treat him as a subordinate, but treated him like a friend.
In fact, Qin Xuan only regarded Mu Hai as his subordinate before. After all, Mu Hai once coveted the opportunity he got. However, due to some of Mu Hai's subsequent performances, his impression of Mu Hai changed a little, and he felt that this person was a trustworthy person.
Friends.
"Who are you from Mu Hai?" Xue Wuchang finally asked, with a rather unhappy tone.
He stood here, but Qin Xuan and Jian didn't even look at him from beginning to end. Even when Mu Hai revealed his identity, Qin Xuan still didn't react much. He felt insulted to be ignored in this way.
, this has never happened before.
Qin Xuan finally turned his gaze to Xue Wuchang and responded calmly: "He is my subordinate, who do you think I am?"
"Subordinate?" Xue Wuchang's pupils shrank slightly. When did the Holy Son of Tianluo Palace become someone else's subordinate?
"Are you kidding?" Xue Wuchang sneered, "He is the Holy Son of Tianluo Palace. Don't tell me that you are the Holy Son of a palace-level power. That would be too boring."
Qin Xuan glanced at Xue Wuchang sympathetically and said: "It's really sad. In your eyes, you only have power. Do you know that there are too many people in this world who have not joined the power, but their strength is not weaker than that of the so-called Holy Son?"
, and you, the Holy Son of Qianxue Palace, really think you are strong?"
"And you, the Holy Son of Qianxue Palace, really think you are very strong?"
Qin Xuan's voice was like a thunderbolt, suddenly exploding in Xue Wuchang's mind. His expression couldn't help but change, and he stared at Qin Xuan closely.
This person looks extremely young, but he is able to say such domineering words. He is definitely not an ordinary person.
"Who are you?" Xue Wuchang asked, staring at Qin Xuan, as if he wanted to test the power behind Qin Xuan.
However, Qin Xuan ignored Xue Wuchang and instead looked at Mu Hai. Mu Hai immediately understood what Qin Xuan meant and said, "He took advantage of my unpreparedness and attacked me, and forcibly erased all the information I left in the magic weapon."
The imprint of his soul, imprinted with his own."
Jian Wenyan frowned and looked at Xue Wuchang with a bit of contempt. He was a dignified Saint Son, but he attacked from behind. He was totally embarrassed.
Qin Xuan was about to step forward when he was held by a hand and a voice sounded in his ears: "Let me do it."
Qin Xuan's eyes flickered for a moment, then he took back his steps and still stood where he was.
I saw the sword walking towards Xue Wuchang step by step, and an astonishing sword intent was gradually being released from his body, rising continuously. The endless sword energy flow wrapped around his body, giving off a strong sense of death.
Seeing that it was the sword that had been used, Mu Hai couldn't help but show a bit of surprise in his eyes.
The sword had only been used once before, killing the woman from the Sword Controlling Sect with one finger. His true strength could not be seen. This time, something should be revealed.
Moreover, since Qin Xuan let the sword take action, he obviously had confidence in the sword's strength. This made Mu Hai couldn't help but feel a bit of expectation in his heart. How strong is the sword?
"It's a sword cultivator again." Xue Wuchang glanced at the sword with disdain and didn't take it seriously. He didn't think the sword could pose any threat to him. Even without using the Seven Lights Heavenly Light Cauldron, his own strength was enough to defeat the opponent.
"Let's take action." Jian looked at Xue Wuchang indifferently, and his voice was as cold and arrogant as his own.
"Are you worthy?" Xue Wuchang sneered, but his body began to flicker, as if it turned into a white shadow, flashing rapidly in the void, like a ghost, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.
Jian didn't look to see where Xue Wuchang was. He didn't need to, he just attacked directly.
I saw the Netherworld Sword in the sword hand raised, and the sword intent flowing in his body rushed out like a tide in an instant, pouring into the Netherworld Sword crazily, as if the two were merging.
At this moment, the breath released by the Netherworld Sword began to soar, and the air of death enveloped the void, making the space become oppressive.
Xue Wuchang frowned slightly. This breath made him feel very uncomfortable. There seemed to be a force in the dark that was depriving him of his life. His eyes instantly fell on the Netherworld Sword in his hand. His eyes were extremely sharp. This sword
Something weird!
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Xue Wuchang descended in front of the sword, and then a big ice hand grabbed the sword, trying to take away the Netherworld Sword in his hand.
Jian Heng frowned coldly, slashed out with the sword, and a sword energy containing the meaning of death bloomed out, bombarding the big ice hand, only a crisp and soft sound was heard, the big ice hand broke instantly, but the sword power remained unabated.
Kill Xiang Xue Wuchang directly.
A look of surprise flashed in Xue Wuchang's eyes. He didn't use all his strength with this palm, but the opponent was still able to break through it with one sword. It seemed that it was not as weak as he thought.
Raising his palm, Xue Wuchang seemed to have a whirlpool of ice and snow condensed in his palm. There was terrifying ice energy gathered in the whirlpool, swirling at a very fast speed, as if it was about to form a storm, and frightening fluctuations filled the air.
White ice and snow fell from the sky and fell on Xue Wuchang's body. His long hair seemed to turn white, adding a bit of coldness to him. At this time, he seemed to be holding a storm that destroyed everything in his hand, which was extremely terrifying.
When the storm completely condensed into substance, Xue Wuchang waved his big hand, and the storm suddenly whizzed towards the sword. It seemed that it was completely released. The rules of ice burst out instantly, and the terrifying blade of the storm tore everything apart, trying to destroy this world.
.
The sword was in the center of the storm, and there were sharp blades slashing at him from all directions. However, the endless terrifying sword intent in his body was flowing and turning, condensing the regular sword body, as if he had transformed into an ancient sword god, letting the storm blast him.
, I remain unmoved.
"The power of rules is so strong, how did he comprehend it?" Mu Hai looked shocked when he saw this scene, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
He also practices the magical power of the sword, but in terms of understanding and application of the rules of the sword, he is still far behind the sword. If the sword practiced the six-path swordsmanship like him, it would probably be even more outstanding than him!
What the sword lacks is just powerful supernatural powers.
Not only Mu Hai was shocked, but Xue Wuchang was also shocked.
Xue Wuchang did not expect that this seemingly inconspicuous person could have such a terrifying understanding of swordsmanship. It was really scary. It seemed that the young man in white just asked this person to fight because of his strong fighting power.
"You have a good understanding of swordsmanship. Although most of our Qianxue Palace practitioners are those who practice the power of ice, if you are willing to join Qianxue Palace, I can let you follow me and control Qianxue Palace in the future. You will be the deputy palace master."
Xue Wuchang looked at Jian and spoke slowly, with a hint of pride on his face. With such a promise, he didn't believe that the other party would not be tempted at all.
Xue Wuchang's voice sounded, and Qin Xuan, Jian and Mu Hai couldn't help but reveal a strange look on their faces. Where did this guy's face come from?
Mu Hai felt that Xue Wuchang was too ignorant. Jian was not a person who cared about fame and power. If he really wanted to join a big force, with his powerful understanding of swordsmanship, he would have joined long ago. How could he wait until today?
As a Holy Son, it is simply a shame to have no such eyesight.
"There is one more blow. If you don't use all your strength, you will have no chance." Jian spat out a voice towards Xue Wuchang, as if he was saying ordinary words.
With one blow, he only gave Xue Wuchang a chance to strike. If he didn't use all his strength, he would have no chance.
"Arrogant." Xue Wuchang snorted coldly, trying to move him with one strike. She was too confident.
The sword didn't wait any longer, and stepped towards Xue Wuchang. Each step seemed very slow, but it seemed to contain an indescribable rhythm. The thin and thin figure seemed to be integrated with the heaven and earth at this time, as if it were real.
Void, heaven and man are one.
At the same time, wisps of powerful sword intent rose from the sword body and enveloped his body. At a certain moment, it seemed that he was no longer a person, but a sword, a real sword.
The unity of heaven and man, the unity of man and sword, this is the ultimate that the sword can achieve now.
Qin Xuan looked at the figure that was constantly moving forward, with a bright smile on his face. This is the real sword fanatic, with unparalleled elegance and unparalleled swordsmanship.
So what if Jian Wuhen from Sword God Palace is surpassed by Jian sooner or later!
The most shocking thing at this moment was Xue Wuchang, whose expression finally lost its composure, and his eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen some unbelievable sight.
As the sword continued to approach, he could clearly feel that the sword's momentum was rising crazily, pressing towards him, and the growth rate was extremely terrifying, reaching a level that he could not imagine.
Thinking of Jian's words just now, a sense of panic suddenly spread from his heart, and his soul seemed to be trembling, frightened by that domineering and powerful aura.
He had a strong hunch in his heart that if he didn't use his full strength, he might really have no chance.
In an instant, extremely terrifying sword rules flowed through the void, mixed with a powerful meaning of death. The two forces merged together, seemingly possessing the power to destroy everything.
I saw the sword coming not far from Xue Wuchang, the Netherworld Sword pointed obliquely into the void, the black robe was fluttering, and the long hair was flying wildly in the strong wind, revealing the peerless elegance.