"donor……"
"die!"
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, did not talk nonsense to the old bald man because this was the Lingxu Realm and no one would come in except the Immortal Dynasties and Immortal Sects.
To take a step back, even if you come in, you can't be so aboveboard.
Therefore, this old bald man is in the same group as them.
And she killed countless people from various immortal dynasties and immortal sects.
Either she dies or they die. Otherwise, there is no other outcome.
So, there's not much to say.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, has become an immortal after devouring immortal power.
The sword intention of Hentian is struck with immortal power, and its power is far greater than spiritual power.
However, the key to the power of He Qian, the master of the Hatred Sky Sword, is not the power of the immortal power, but the power of the Hatred Sky Sword.
The boundless hatred arouses the hatred in the opponent's heart, making the opponent unable to face it, and even becomes crazy.
However, He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, discovered that the old bald man's body was glowing with golden light, and his hatred seemed to be blocked.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, was surprised and didn't know how to fight.
He swung his sword again, and the full immortal power hit the old bald head like a water column.
But the water is black.
The huge figure behind the old bald man raised his hand to block it.
The golden power formed an angle, deflecting the Hentian Sword Qi hitting it.
The Sword Master Hentian was immediately startled, how could she fight this?
The Sword Master of Hattian fell silent, his heart extremely vigilant.
She could easily kill those people from the Immortal Dynasty and Immortal Sect because the Hatetian Sword Intent restrained them.
Although the old bald man could not restrain her, he was not afraid of her.
"Donor, can you listen to me now?"
"Stop being pretentious!"
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, ran away, only to find the old bald man appearing in front.
The Sword Master Hentian changed direction again and found that the old bald man appeared again.
Looking around, there were four old bald heads in total.
No, it's five.
The fifth one is in the sky, with five old bald heads blocking her path.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, knew that this was not the old bald man having quintuplets, but the art of soul differentiation.
And the soul is divided into five, and each one is the same size as the main body. This strength is far stronger than the people sent by the Immortal Dynasty and the Immortal Sect, much stronger.
Of course, the most troublesome thing is that he is not afraid of the Heavenly Sword Intent!
He Qian, the master of the Hatred Sky Sword, gritted his teeth and could only draw his sword and use the huge power of the Hatred Sky Sword to deal with it.
She has killed countless people over the years and theoretically devoured countless powers, but in reality it was limited by her soul.
The excess power can only be continuously stored in the sword to maintain the sword.
She didn't know if it was the right thing to do, but she had no other choice.
She has seized countless secret books and the "Nine Heavens Golden Book", but none of those techniques can be achieved quickly.
Even if her soul is constantly increasing due to hatred and killing, it is difficult to perfectly control those magical powers.
Compared with these, it is pure power and easier to control.
…
"Infinite Buddha!"
Huikong remained very calm in the face of the black sword energy in the sky.
Because although these are strong, they are not strong enough.
So much sword energy is of no use at all.
If he wields one-tenth of the sword energy with the same power, that is, each sword energy is condensed ten times, then he can be more serious.
Now, if you are not worried about being contaminated by the hatred from above, you can just stand and let these sword energy hit you.
Now, these sword intentions cannot be allowed to touch the golden body of the soul.
Huikong flipped his hand and shot it, using the Thousand Hands Magical Power!
Five thousand hands, twenty-five thousand fingers, exerting twenty-five thousand golden finger powers.
Each finger force hits a sword energy, and twenty-five thousand finger forces disperse twenty-five thousand sword energy.
And the finger force kept pointing out, quickly dispersing all the sword energy.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, finally realized that her power was not concentrated enough, and the root cause was that her soul was not strong enough.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, is filled with hatred, hate! I hate myself for not being strong enough!
The spirit surged with hatred, and He Qian, the master of the Hatred Heaven Sword, did not release his sword energy anymore, but directly used the body of the Hatred Heaven Immortal Sword to strike at the old bald man in the north.
Huikong from the north put his hands together and wanted to take the Hentian Immortal Sword, but was split into two pieces by the sword.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, did not stay and fled directly.
Huikong Yuanshen was in severe pain and finally lost his composure.
He actually lost one-fifth of his soul. Really, even a Buddha has fire!
"evil creature!"
Huikong didn't dare to be more powerful, so he took back the four souls and appeared in front of He Qian, the master of Hentian Sword, with his divine foot power.
Huikong struck it with one palm, the mighty Vajra Palm!
It was obviously a normal palm, but it turned into a huge, golden palm.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, did not dodge or dodge, and slashed with the Hateful Sky Sword.
"Crack..."
With a harsh friction sound, the Hentian Immortal Sword cut through the mighty Vajra Palm, but it was not completely cut off.
"What a magic sword! I can't keep it from you!"
Huikong exclaimed, because at this close distance, he could feel the infinite hatred on the Hentian Sword more and more.
There is also unparalleled bloody murder and boundless resentment.
If this thing were held by a real master, it would probably overturn the fairy world.
"broken!"
Huikong pointed his fingers together, a space shattered, and the Hentian Immortal Sword also shattered into many pieces.
He Qian, the master of the Hateful Sky Sword, was dumbfounded. How could this be possible?
She killed so many people, and the fairy sword she raised was broken like this?
She didn't know that it was only the sword that was broken, but the power on the sword was still there.
Just like breaking a piece of iron into dozens of pieces, each piece is still iron and can still be used.
It's just that if you want to restore it to its original state, you need to recast it.
…
At the same time, across the unknown realm, Shandai felt the Immortal Sword of Hatian.
Shan Dai didn't understand how she could still sense it after she had given up on the Immortal Sword of Hatred and transferred the blood in the Immortal Sword to He Qian.
However, Shandai didn't think much about it, and pointed through the void, opening a small hole, and the soul shrank instantly and slipped through.
Just when he saw Huikong attacking He Qian, he slapped her body with a palm, beating her body to pieces.
"who?"
Huikong discovered an anomaly in the space, but found no one there, so he tried to trick him.
Shandai didn't think much and returned to her original appearance.
Huikong's expression suddenly changed, because it was easy to zoom in but difficult to zoom out.
"Infinite Buddha, who is the donor? Why are you here!"
Shandai ignored him and summoned the fragments of the Hatetian Immortal Sword with her hook.
Shandai discovered it as soon as she started using it, "Ah, this Heavenly Hatred Sword has been raised well. It's much better than it was a few years ago."
Huikong asked warily: "Who are you?"
"She is Shan Dai!" People from the Immortal Dynasty and Xianmen came out of the air, and people from Shuntian Xian Dynasty also arrived.
Shan Dai sensed the fragments of the Hate Heaven Immortal Sword, "It's really strange, why is there still my blood on this sword? I only have nine drops of blood left, it should be gone."
At this time, hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers arrived, surrounded the surrounding areas, and quickly formed formations.
"Shandai, don't act stupid here, I will definitely kill you without a burial place today!"
Shan Dai looked around, "A few years ago, you were still a threat to me, but now you are so weak that I have no interest in taking action. But since you are looking for death, I don't mind killing you."
"Shameless talk!"
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