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Seeing Qin Lie easily kill the two behind him, the old man surnamed Zhu and Gao Yi, who were a few hundred meters ahead, could not help but turn back in shock.

Looking at the green smoke rising from behind and heading straight for the two of them, the old man surnamed Zhu revealed a trace of surprise in his eyes. He suddenly shouted: "This guy is not only at the middle stage of the Myriad Profound Realm, he's also a middle stage Profound Arts Master!"

Gao Yi's expression also changed greatly. Seeing the ruthless technique Qin Lie was using to chase and kill, he was almost speechless, but after a while, he laughed. "I simply lost my mind. And you aren't afraid of the Astral Wind scraping you to death? " Before he could finish his words, he abruptly stopped.

He only saw that the ball of green smoke did not dissipate, there was a purple electric net revolving around it, the light emitted from it shone, enveloping the ball of smoke and forming a ball of smoke, completely unaffected by the Astral Wind.

In the next moment, a group of azure-white moonlight suddenly flashed in midair with an imposing manner that shot into the sky like a rainbow. The two of them focused their gazes on the sword and felt a shiver in their hearts. The sword aura was like the moon and it only flickered slightly. The two riders, who had already caught up to the Red-tailed Lion, suddenly threw their heads high into the air.

In the time it took for a spark to fly off of a piece of flint, the two of them were beheaded with a single sword strike! Where the sword images shone, almost all of the vitality of the two Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s were devoured. The corpse turned pale in an instant.

At this moment, Qin Lie also felt the arrival of his own soul consciousness, the remaining thoughts of the two Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s also followed as they charged over. This caused his distracting thoughts to fill up his mind. In the midst of danger, it was as if there were bursts of tearing and swelling pain. With the body of a Source Spirit, the feeling of using the Great Elemental Art of Heaven-Devouring was also different. Following which, the Elemental Energy's spirit energy around the tip of the sword could not keep up with the Source Spirit's spirit energy.

Only after a long moment did he forcibly expel it. In the Spiritual Sense, there was only a trace of extremely fierce and dense killing intent left. The ghost surged as it controlled the Pine Ripple Wind Sword. With unparalleled speed, it dashed off into the distance. In the blink of an eye, they were in front of the two people up ahead.

Gao Yi subconsciously moved his body backwards. Unconsciously, his heart was caught by the sharp Sword Force. For a while, he couldn't even put up the slightest bit of resistance.

The old man surnamed Zhu at his side, however, had already calmed down. He snorted coldly, "How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me! A Spirit Severing cultivator actually dared to learn the Soul Controlling Sword! I, Zhu Yuan today, seem to be unable to hold back even if I wanted to! "Get down here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Astral Wind began to vibrate. He didn't even do anything before his figure changed from quiet to moving. Like an arrow, he leaped up from the horse's back.

He stretched his five fingers like an eagle's claws. A mass of green flame was burning on them.

It seemed to carry boundless firepower, causing the weeds below to spontaneously combust as if there was no fire. His body was like a cheetah, disappearing from sight.

Just a breath ago, he had been like a dying old man. After a breath later, he was still a ferocious martial artist at his peak!

As the flames surged, Gao Yi's mind was slightly shaken, and he struggled out of the Sword Force. At that moment, he actually felt that it was funny.

Could it be that this Young Lord of The Sky Demon Martial School really thinks that I can defeat him?

Although they cultivated the Black Turtle Sect together, had tyrannical strength and a million talents, none of them could match the Black Turtle Sect. But this person's mind was truly unfathomable. Normally, such a patient person would not do such a foolish thing.

Or could it be that he really loved Han Mengdie to the bone marrow?

Thinking up to this point, the corner of Gao Yi's lips couldn't help but twitch. He was actually not shallow, but at this time, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself.

Behind him, Duan Yun and Han Mengdie's hearts clenched unconsciously. Duan Yun was still distracted, protecting Qin Lie's body. However, Han Mengdie's gaze was unwavering, looking at the ball of blue fire, the ball of sword images.

In the dark night, another three saber lights suddenly flashed in the light. Two black and one green, with one at the front and two at the back. came out from behind the sword.

The old man surnamed Zhu didn't mind and slightly narrowed his eyes. His two large hands were like steel pincers as they casually grabbed the pincers.

Those Martial Masters still needed to guard against a Practitioner Blade like this, but in his eyes, it was nothing more than a joke that could be casually crushed!

A miraculous Profound Arts Master, and also as weak as an ant!

However, in the next instant, the old man's eyes were filled with astonishment. In his eyes, the Knife Shadow was actually split into two, split into eight. The trajectory was also erratic, causing one to be unable to follow it clearly.

Both of his hands had missed their target. It was still six Knife Shadow flying in the air.

"Illusion of the Clouds?"

With a cry of surprise, the old man surnamed Zhu's body that was in midair suddenly sank down, plummeting to the ground at full speed.

However, when their bodies finally touched the ground, the six Knife Shadow s also quickly followed.

Without enough time to dodge, the old man's expression turned cold. With a thunderous roar, he brought along the Real Strength, causing the blade-light mirage to disappear completely.

Two big hands came out and grabbed both of the black Throwing Knife in the nick of time.

Just as he was about to crush it, the old man named Zhu's body shook again, and a stream of blood flowed out from his mouth. Traces of blood also appeared on his palms.

"Lingyun Sect Heaven Origin Sword Intent! How is that possible? "

For a moment, the aura in his body was in chaos as it collided with the other party's aura. "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" For a moment, the old man's face was full of disbelief!

How could there be sword intent attached to this unremarkable rune blade?

The next moment, he saw a few rays of cyan colored saber light before his eyes!

The old man surnamed Zhu's pupils contracted, he couldn't even muster up the strength to dodge. His figure once again explosively retreated, retreating thirty meters in succession until the aura in his body had slightly calmed down and allowed him to identify the true Knife Shadow's trajectory. Only then did he fiercely reach out with his hand, and once again grabbed three feet in front of him.

However, he still failed this time. The trajectory of the blade changed again in an instant. It flew down diagonally and pierced between his chest and abdomen.

"This is a flying magic tool! No, the Throwing Knife changed direction? "

If it was before, although the old man was surprised, he was still able to maintain a bit of calmness. At this moment, he was truly aghast. He fiercely twisted his upper body and moved to the side at the last moment, avoiding his vital organs. The only thing he wanted was the cyan Throwing Knife nailed to his left abdomen.

He then widened his eyes, and his fury surged as he gazed into the sky.

"Little prick, how dare you hurt me!"

Endless killing intent surged out, and just as he was about to rise into the air and kill that ball of Source Spirit … The old man's figure suddenly froze on the spot, and his pupils abruptly dilated as the shock that had just disappeared once again filled his mind.

He saw that the cyan sword shadow was falling down from such a close distance.

Within the ball of smoke formed by Qin Lie's Source Spirit, there seemed to be a pair of ice cold eyes looking down.

And what made him most fearful, was the Martial Arts Ideas on the Pine Ripple Wind Sword that was even several times stronger than the Practitioner Blade.

The sword shadow was just falling down, but it had a moving aura to it!

This sword did not possess any impressive might, but it was clear and elegant, like the moonlight and water, yet it seemed to be fake, and it came down without a sound.

In fact, even his speed was unbelievably fast. It was as if he himself was a part of the darkness!

When the old man surnamed Zhu saw this, the tip of the sword was already right in front of him, not even a foot away.

But this time, the old man's face revealed extreme astonishment. The mad roar was like that of a dying beast, and it no longer cared about the fluctuations of its vital energy and blood, as well as the injuries on its abdomen. He quickly stepped back again, and the green flame around the old man's body also increased dramatically. It was as if he had used all of his strength to suddenly punch the sword shadow.

The Green Pine Ripple Wind Sword once again burst out with a resplendent brilliance. Then, the entire body of the sword seemed to transform into a mass of light that could not be seen by the naked eye. It directly pierced through his throat.

With a single stab, the old man's head flew high into the air as well. His eyes were wide open in disbelief as he looked at the headless body beneath him. Astonishment filled his eyes.

How could this be? How could this be? He, a second level Heavenly Completion Stage expert, would actually die in the hands of a Martial Cultivator of the middle stage of the Ten Thousand Profound Realm?

Just where did this Young Lord of The Sky Demon Martial School learn the Throwing Knife technique from? And why would the Heaven Origin Sword Intent of the Lingyun Sect appear in this child's hands?

And that sword just now, with the way Source Spirit s controlled the sword, how could it have such a frightening power?

No, that Martial Arts Ideas was definitely beyond the level of sword intent!

Which expert did this youth actually come under the tutelage of?

At this moment, this part of the Blood Valley Wasteland was also extremely quiet, without any signs of life.

The Red-tailed Lion had already stopped moving and stared at the scene with its round eyes. Standing on the stage, Duan Yun and Han Mengdie were even more dazed.

Was that The Mighty Ones of The Sky really going to die just like that? Died to Qin Lie's sword?

The few remaining Martial Cultivator s behind were similarly stunned, looking at the head in the distance, which was raining blood. He didn't move an inch. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

As for Gao Yi, his face was ashen, without a trace of blood on it, and his pupils were glazed. He only knew that the Wind-controlling Colt was riding on his horse and was bringing him along with it as it galloped.

Previously, the old man surnamed Zhu had been forced into a desperate strait by Qin Lie's three blade talismans. It was enough to shock him.

When he saw the old man surnamed Zhu being beheaded by the moonlit sword. It was as if his heart had been heavily slashed by someone. He only felt empty, and the aura within his chest rose and fell like a tide.

How could this Mister Zhu die? How could he have died at the hands of this child with such absolute power?

When he came back to his senses, his face was immediately filled with fear!

At this moment, unprecedented regret filled his heart.

Just when everyone was in a daze, Qin Lie's sword, did not stop at all.

Qin Lie activated the Heaven Swallowing Qi Technique within the Ancient Dragon And Elephant Conjuration, and the green sword image swept past the old man's neck, bringing along a few strands of the Sky-high Fighter's Profound Qi.

Even though it was not even one tenth of the total amount, it was still terrifyingly majestic. And this old man's remnant consciousness was ten times stronger than those two Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator s!

Qin Lie snorted in his heart, and forcefully erased the distracting thoughts from his mind, causing the sword image to once again rise into the air. After a spin, he rolled down towards the distance.

Gao Yi's face was pale, but he still held his sword and slashed back, controlling the Wind-controlling Colt to escape.

However, Qin Lie did not mind at all. He attacked with full force, stabbing down with his sword at full speed. It transformed into hundreds of thousands of sword blades that were like a waterfall that hung upside down as huge waves surged down.

When the clanging sounds of swords rang out, the blood-red light was scattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. With a single slash, the Wind-controlling Colt was sliced into two halves. And then, the sword flashed again. He cut off all four of Gao Yi's limbs and let him fall to the ground.

Then, the Sword Force folded itself and leapt high into the air, moving as fast as lightning. With one flash, the other Javelins who was preparing to escape was cut in half by Yue Yang. Next, sword shadows flashed again, and a few streaks of light streaked across the night sky. Several hundred meters away, another Myriad Profound Stage Cultivator's head also floated as he silently fell to the ground.

The remaining two people were flustered and couldn't get out for a while.

Qin Lie's soul remembrance stung continuously, the purple lightning around his body had become extremely weak, and his soul power had also nearly dissipated. He knew that he had reached his limit, so even if he could swallow Profound Qi s, it would still be hard for him to continue on. He decided to just ignore it and directly return to his own body.

It still turned into a cloud of smoke and gushed in from the Soul Sea. And when the Source Spirit returned and its body recovered, Qin Lie immediately felt another wave of dizziness.

Not only was his mind weak, even his entire body was like a needle. All the energy in his body had been used up.

Countless impurities were mixed within the Soul Sea, and at this moment, it was extremely dirty.

Qin Lie knew in his heart that this was the price that would be paid if the Source Spirit were to use the Art of Swallowing Yuan Qi to kill the Sky-high Fighter.

He needed to clean up the Soul and restore its purity. It would take at least two months. Within these two months, not only would he not be able to have his Source Spirit leave his body, his soul power would definitely not be able to do so.

In fact, it was not only the Source Spirit that had pulled the bow twenty times. At this moment, his arm was still trembling slightly, and some of the tendons and bones were almost completely torn apart. I'm afraid the next half month will be difficult.

He didn't care at all. On the contrary, he had a clear mind. The hostility in his chest had been completely emptied out.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Duan Yun with his head lowered, staring at him like a goose.

Han Mengdie was the same, her eyes glazed over, as though she did not know what to say.

Killing Chang Wei already made her feel like she was dreaming. At this moment, even the Sky-high Fighter in her eyes that she had never seen before had been killed with a single slash!

He promised to make Gao Yi die in front of him, and then he really did it without a care. He did not hesitate to fight with that Sky-high Fighter, and he even wanted to kill him.

Not only were there countless strange Secret Method s, their actions were also extremely decisive, making people feel intimidated.

Do you remember that this junior of the academy who was looked down on by others has not even reached the age of dance?

He felt a lot of emotions in his heart. The youth who could only shed tears in secret after being bullied by others actually possessed such a strong and ruthless martial power.

And if she had stayed by his side two years ago, if she had not been captivated by his gentleness and aristocratic demeanor, how was she now?

Thinking about it till this point, Han Mengdie could not help but scold herself, she was truly too shameless.

For a moment, Han Mengdie no longer cared about the Gao Yi who had personally pushed her into the abyss. Only the pale face of the teenager in front of him remained. Inwardly, she felt as if her heart had gone numb.