However, the ninth level of the Zanpaku Realm is separated from the first level of the Shinto Realm by two whole realms. No matter how good Jian Yi is in terms of swordsmanship talent,
Nor is it possible to bridge the gap between the two.
as expected.
Under Jun Qianye's sword with murderous intent, Jun Jianchen and Jun Moran, who stood up to resist, were all knocked away by the sword, and their bodies were hit hard on the ground.
Blood was vomiting from the mouth, and another graceful red figure came over with a killing sword.
"Jun, Jun Yaorao, the direct disciple of Sword Soul Palace?!"
Someone couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the red dress.
Personal disciples, no matter in the four major divine palaces, that power exists below one person and above ten thousand people.
Jun Yaorao's move meant that he wanted to stand up for Jun Moran and betray the Sword Soul Palace.
"Sister Yaoyao."
Seeing the figure that suddenly appeared in front of her, Chu Linglong felt a little moved in her heart. At the same time, she turned her head and looked at the handsome face with bloodstains not far away, and a warm current flowed through her heart.
It was Jianyi who took most of the impact for her.
Ever since she established a relationship with Jian Yi, no matter what she did, Jian Yi would never ask questions and silently supported her in his heart.
At first, Chu Linglong thought that Jian Yi had no feelings for her, but today, this figure was as desperate as he was when he cut off the chains for her in the past.
In Chu Linglong's heart, her doubts about Jian Yi finally disappeared. At the same time, she also felt a trace of guilt, feeling that she was sorry for Jian Yi.
"Are you okay, Linglong?"
The young man in black, Jian Yi, looked at Chu Linglong's gaze and asked with a smile on his face.
His hand moved closer to Chu Linglong's hand.
"Um."
Chu Linglong, with a happy smile on her face, held Jian Yi's slender, white hand with her jade hand.
"Jun Yaorao, do you also want to betray my Sword Soul Palace?"
"Qianye old dog, you even kill one of your own people like this, with you? And then you end up like them?"
Jun Yaorao, the fifth realm of Ning Yin, the second heaven.
When Jun Qianye heard Jun Yaorao's words, the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.
The profound power of the divine realm in his hand was released again, and just when Ye Yaoyao was about to die, a figure appeared again.
Danyang Palace, the first direct disciple, Sikong Ming.
"How come you, the boy from Danyang Shrine, want to be a hero and save the beauty?"
Jun Qianye, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, had lost his mind and fell into a state of madness. Anyone who dared to stop him would be killed.
The master of Danyang Palace in the void, Sikong Yue, frowned.
Sikong Ming came up to join in the fun at this time, but none of the other palace masters had any intention of taking action.
Jun Yuan, Jun Moran, Jun Jianchen, and Jun Qianye are all the main members of the Jun family in the Sword Soul Palace.
This kind of fighting scene is the first time in Tianxuan world.
"Ming'er, step back!"
Above the void, Sikong Yue's warning voice came.
Si Kong Ming completely ignored it. He was not the real Si Kong Ming, but Wang Feng.
"Retreat? What a joke! If you dare to attack me, then die!"
An extremely shrill voice came from Jun Qianye's mouth.
Wang Feng has the cultivation level of the fourth realm, the soul-killing realm, and the fifth heaven.
Even if they join forces with Ye Yaoyao, they can't withstand Jun Qianye's full burst of Shinto realm profound power.
The sword light, which shivered throughout the body, struck down at Ye Yaoyao and Wang Feng like a devastating blow.
"Hiss! This Qianye really dares to take action. Jun Yaorao is just that. He is a direct disciple of his Sword Soul Palace. Whether he kills or not, no one will say a word.
But Sikong Ming is different. He is the first direct disciple of Danyang Palace and the first person under Danzi. "
"Shh! Keep your voice down, you don't want to die. If Jun Qianye listens to you later, you will be the next one to die."
…
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them with great shock. The disciples of Danyang Shrine actually intervened in the matter of Sword Soul Shrine.
"Ming'er, you."
Si Kong Ming also didn't expect that Si Kong Ming, who had always been obedient to his orders, would actually do something unbelievable to him at this moment.
Ye Yaoyao, who was in the fifth realm of cultivation, also felt a pressure, and his body seemed to be torn to pieces.
Jun Qianye's sword was too powerful, far beyond what they could resist.
"Sister Enchanting."
"Brother Sikong!"
The voices of Jun Jianchen and Jun Moran sounded at the same time at this moment, but they were severely injured by Jun Qianye's sword and had lost their fighting power.
"Jun Qianye, you are looking for death!"
A figure in white clothes descended from the sky, holding a black sword box in his hand.
I saw that figure and shouted in a low voice:
"Six Swords Sacred Box, open!"
The six magical swords were slashing towards Jun Qianye. At this moment, Yang Feng's combat power was at full strength.
A master of the sixth realm, the gathering sun realm, and the ninth heaven with his profound strength, but Jun Qianye's back was open.
Go down with one sword.
Bang!
With a sound, just when the murderous sword light was about to fall on Sikong Ming and Jun Yaorao, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Jun Qianye leaned forward, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. With an extremely distorted face, he slowly looked towards Yang Sheng behind him.
The entire Holy King's Palace, even the palace masters standing suspended in the void, looked dull, as if they had seen something unbelievable.
After the white-clothed figure landed on the ground and the chaotic golden body dissipated, they finally saw the appearance of the white-clothed figure clearly.
His facial features are like a gift from heaven, his body is shrouded in mist from time to time, like a banished immortal coming to earth, and his temperament is even more otherworldly.
Astonishingly, this figure in white is the Holy Son of the Holy Palace, Yang Sheng!
A cultivator?
Shinto lunatic?
All of these are not enough to describe Yang Sheng. The only sound that can be heard in the audience is the sound of everyone's Adam's apple rolling and swallowing saliva.
Jun Qianye, a strong man in the seventh realm of the Shinto cultivation system, the first level of the Shinto realm, was defeated by a young man who was less than twenty-eight years old with one sword.
Everyone was incredibly brave, and most of them felt a sense of awe towards Yang Sheng.
"Hahaha! Brother Dingtian, you have deceived all of us by replacing the prince with a civet cat. If I am not mistaken, the one who has truly enlightened me must be your son, right?"
The palace owner, Sikong Yue, of Danyang Shrine hit the mark, and then snatched Liu Coins from the sky.
"This boy, an incompetent boy who doesn't even understand the essence of pretense, but only knows how to talk big words and cover himself up, can he be an enlightened person? I won't believe it even to death."
Sikong Yue's voice sounded in the void.
In fact, before, when Jun Qianye captured the dragon hand and was about to capture Liu Coin, Sikong Yue vaguely guessed something.
It wasn't until Yang Sheng appeared that the doubts in his heart were completely resolved.
Hearing Sikong Yue's voice, many powerful people on the ground also came to their senses in an instant.
Compared with the figure that fell from the sky just now and shocked the world, this Liu Coin was like the sky or the earth.
"Hey! You can't hide the sharp edge in a peerless genius. Unlike some people, they don't even have the backbone to show off."
"That's right, if you don't have diamonds, don't take the porcelain job."
"Hey! Pretending to be cool also requires talent."
…
Hearing the taunts on the ground, Liu Bi couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
However, although I felt extremely ashamed, I never lost the battle.
"Hmph! What right do you have to laugh at me? I dare to pretend to be an enlightened person, do you dare? Do you dare to boast in front of a powerful person in the divine realm?"
Zhang Sheng, seeing that his identity was revealed, he simply admitted it.
Jun Qianye, who was severely injured by Yang Feng's Six Swords Sacred Box on the ground, looked extremely ugly after seeing this handsome and inhuman face.
bass!
Yang Dingtian, who was above the void, appeared beside his son Yang Sheng at some unknown time.
And a sword with dragon patterns was hanging on Jun Qianye's neck.
"Jun Qianye, have you ever thought that today would happen? Ten years ago, the Extreme Sword Heavenly Sect was destroyed. Before the war in the Divine Palace, you gathered a group of mysterious masters and severely wounded me.
As a result, my cultivation level fell to the sixth level. Today, I will treat others in their own way. "
After saying that, Yang Dingtian waved his hand, and his majestic profound energy, carrying the sound of wind, slapped Jun Qianye on the chest.
"puff!"
"Yang, tripod, sky!"
After Jun Qianye shouted these three words with all his strength, he felt like a deflated ball.
There is a steady stream of profound energy flowing out of the body.
"No, Palace Master! Yang Dingtian, I want to kill you."
Many powerful men from the Sword Soul Palace looked at Yang Dingtian with eyes filled with resentment.
"Oh? Kill me? Is that so?"
When Yang Dingtian heard this, he raised his brows and struck Jun Qianye's sleeve with his knife.
"Ah!...Yang Dingtian, you must die a happy death!"
Along with Jun Qianye's wail, one arm was cut off by Yang Dingtian.
Then there was a profuse flow of blood.
"hiss!"
The major forces sitting here stared at the two figures beside Jun Qianye, and they couldn't help but feel pity for Jun Qianye in their hearts.
Even Yang Feng on the side didn't expect that his cheap father would actually be a ruthless person. He looked at the beautiful fox line drawn in the air after cutting off the opponent's arm.
Yang Feng had no doubt that his cheap dad would have rehearsed this in his mind no less than a hundred times.
Otherwise, how could it be so neat and tidy?
The expressions of those powerful men from the Sword Soul Palace became extremely ugly, but they never used words to provoke them.
Sikong Yue of Danyang Shrine also laughed out loud when he saw the father and son's thunderous methods.
"Master Yang, this is your elite disciple."
After saying that, he casually used a soft mysterious force to send Liu Bi to Yang Dingtian's side.
To be honest, he was a little scared. In the scene just now, he didn't even expect that Yang Dingtian, a seemingly gentle person, would be so cruel.
Jun Qianye endured it silently. He swore that as long as he didn't die today, he would pay back ten or a hundred times to the father and son in the future.
"Jun Qianye, are you thinking that if you can escape today, you will pay back our father and son a hundred times in the future. It is a pity that you will not have this opportunity."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Dingtian slapped Jun Qianye's entire body of mysterious veins with one hand.
As we all know, in the Tianxuan world, Shinto cultivation relies on profound veins. No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you don't have profound veins, you will become a complete waste.
"No! Yang Dingtian, please, please... let go..."
"Dad, don't waste him."
Yang Sheng took action in time and stopped Yang Dingtian.
Some people died, but not completely...
