Chapter 3560： Dajiao Son? Just kill (1/2)

Mount Qingcheng is one of the ancient great religions, and no one has ever dared to look down upon it.

Yan Yixiao was less than five hundred years old, and he held the Qingfeng sword, which was enough to see that many ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain had high hopes for him.

This sword is the most perfect sword intent burst of his life!

Even if it is the sage of Qingcheng Mountain here, there will never be any dissatisfaction with such a sword.

”Yan Yixiao has already touched the fur of the kendo will! If he is given time, maybe he will have a chance to hit the emperor realm forever!”

Several holy monarchs looked faintly towards this side, and one of them nodded slightly in approval. Everyone saw that it was a holy monarch in Sanqing Hall, who had been famous for countless years. Actually still alive now!

”Although the young man has a weird cultivation base and powerful methods, he is still a bit too arrogant in the face of the Inheritance Son coming out of Qingcheng Mountain.”

Many strong men also shook their heads.

The vast majority of people who can set foot in the fairyland are people of great background.

The top geniuses who were not born in the imperial sect or at least one big sect, and even those who are truly qualified to compete to enter the Samsara Tower, are only the saints of the big sect, and even the emperor and goddess of the emperor.

As for the others, no matter how powerful they are, they are just to accompany the prince to study and go through the scene.

The few casual cultivators who were lucky enough to survive were not counted among them at all.

Even a single look from those real big shots would be enough to wipe out the Holy Emperor! There were a few casual repairs who weren't even the upper emperor, and they didn't even have the qualifications for cannon fodder.

As Yan Yixiao cut out a sword perfectly, everyone was sure.

But someone gave a soft hey.

”That person seems familiar?”

It's a pity that few people care, even if someone hears it, it just laughs.

The horrible blue sword aura of nearly a thousand feet, even the surrounding world, faintly trembles, as if it can't bear the destruction.

You know, this is fairyland! How powerful is the surrounding heaven and earth, even the holy emperor can't break the void, but by this sword, a crack that is one foot wide is directly cut out!

”With this sword, even the holy emperor will only end up with hatred!”

A certain old holy emperor has a solemn face, and he can be considered to have lived for tens of thousands of years, but he also has to sigh that talented people come out from generation to generation, and new generations replace old ones.

Yan Yixiao, not the strongest among the many saint sons and daughters of the great religion, but it can also have such power!

How can they keep the face of the holy emperor of the older generation?

”This is your strongest sword?”

But suddenly, an indifferent voice came to everyone's ears.

Without waiting for everyone's reaction, there was suddenly a figure, gently referring to the sword, slashing out with a volley!

Behind him, thousands of horrible sword intent appeared!

Those sword intent turned into a sword aura, instantly splitting the world in front of you! It easily shredded Yan Yixiao to perfection, condensing the cyan sword energy of the ancient will in the Qingfeng sword in his hand!

”impossible!”

boom!

Yan Yixiao shouted crazy!

But there is no way to stop the arrival of this sword!

Even the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, which is known as one of the three divine swords of Qingcheng Mountain, directly uttered a crisp whine!

Take a closer look, this divine sword, which is known as infinitely close to the emperor soldier, has cracks unexpectedly! Everyone was shocked!