The powerful force of Haoran's righteousness filled the space of a hundred meters in radius, suppressing the power of the Sword Lord again.
A ray of green sword light seemed to have spanned centuries, flying from the distant sky and arriving in an instant.
This sword almost drained the remaining spiritual energy from Qin Fan's body.
In terms of head-to-head confrontation, among the Taoist and magical powers that Qin Fan can display, it is definitely the Heaven-cutting Sword.
Even the Heaven-Breaking Sword, which is also one of the Nine Swords of the Great Dao, is not as powerful as the Heaven-Breaking Sword.
"What kind of martial arts is this!"
Everyone opened their mouths in shock. They were just martial artists. Faced with Qin Fan's magical power, they couldn't even think of it.
"Who is this kid? Why is his martial arts so powerful! We have never even heard of it!" The third elder of Jue Tian Sect exclaimed with fear on his face.
Mo Qianshan tried his best to suppress the panic in his heart and said in a deep voice: "His true origin is probably not from Beizhou at all. Or even from other states."
"What! Could it be that he comes from the land of Kyushu?" The third elder exclaimed, attracting everyone's attention.
"If he really comes from the land of Kyushu, it wouldn't be surprising."
These people still retain their understanding of the land of Kyushu thousands of years ago, but they do not know that the land of Kyushu today is not what they imagined at all.
The green sword light that spanned half the sky collided with the sword master's natal sword that was glowing red.
The huge impact sound was like a large-yield bomb detonating, and the escaping shock wave destroyed everything within tens of meters around the two people.
A huge crater ten meters in diameter and three meters deep appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
This is the strongest blow between the two of them, the strongest blow with almost no reservations.
The powerful energy made it difficult for everyone to open their eyes. Even those as powerful as Mo Qianshan covered their faces with their hands to resist the escaping impact.
After the huge explosion, the scene suddenly became eerily quiet.
Everyone opened their eyes curiously and looked at the battlefield shrouded in smoke and dust.
Who's winning?
Both of them are too strong, no one dares to guess the outcome.
When the smoke dispersed, Mo Qianshan suddenly exclaimed: "Ancestor!"
Sword Lord's body was lying quietly on the edge of the pit like a broken sack.
Qin Fan, however, still stood proudly in mid-air.
However, Qin Fan's situation is not optimistic either. His black clothes were full of tears and were soaked with blood. Many wounds were still bleeding out, dripping from the air.
His face was a little pale, obviously exhausted, and he seemed to be about to fall from the air at any time.
So far, this is the most serious injury Qin Fan has suffered.
A second-grade warrior is indeed powerful!
The immortal sword body slowly absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to repair Qin Fan's injuries.
The sword master below was silent and could not even feel the breath of life.
Although he sacrificed his natal sword, his strength and realm were not as good as Qin Fan after all.
Now that his natal sword is broken, his lifespan is running out.
This is also the reason why many sword cultivators do not dare to use the natal sword easily.
"Jian Jun lost?" Chu Lingxiao and others couldn't believe it. In other words, he couldn't believe that either Qin Fan or Jian Jun had lost.
In their opinion, Qin Fan and Sword Lord are equally powerful, but in the end, there can only be one winner.
"The Sword Master was defeated! He still showed a miracle!" Wu Jirao said with certainty. Starting from Qin Fan, every time he thought Qin Fan was going to lose, he could always create a miracle and turn defeat into victory.
"From now on, his name will be resounding throughout Nanzhou!"
Even an old monster like Jianjun has been defeated, and there will be no rival for him in the entire Nanzhou!
Qin Fan slowly landed on the ground, looking at Mo Qianshan and others who were in despair, his tone was cold: "It would be an honor for him to defeat me if he can force me to this point!"
"Do you want to settle it yourself, or do you want me to do it?"
Qin Fan had no intention of letting go of the Jue Tian Sect members.
Mo Qianshan and others were shocked. They glanced at the lifeless body of Jian Jun. They knew clearly that the Jue Tian Sect's greatest support was gone.
Moreover, the strength shown by Qin Fan made them lose the idea of resisting, even if they knew that Qin Fan was at the end of his strength at this moment.
"You can do it without bothering me."
Mo Qianshan stood up from the ground, stretched out his hand, and a sword from the Jue Tian Sect's waist flew out and fell into his hand.
He looked at Qin Fan with a bleak smile: "I am responsible for everything today. After my death, the Juetian Sect will be disbanded and the disciples of the Juetian Sect will go their separate ways. I hope you will spare their lives."
Qin Fan said expressionlessly: "The core disciples and below can survive."
Only the core disciples below can survive, which means that the top management of Jue Tian Sect, as well as the core disciples who are focused on training, will all die.
Mo Qianshan laughed miserably, and was not surprised by Qin Fan's request. He would do the same to an enemy who would not stop fighting, and he would not even let an ordinary disciple go. He was even more ruthless than Qin Fan.
"Everyone, I will take the first step, you can do it yourself!"
Mo Qianshan swung his long sword and pressed it on his neck, about to commit suicide.
However, an old sigh suddenly sounded: "I'm not dead yet, why are you anxious!"
Although the voice was weak, it reached everyone's ears very clearly.
Mo Qianshan suddenly showed a look of ecstasy and looked at the Sword Master's position.
I saw the sword master on the edge of the pit slowly standing up.
There was a bloody hole the size of a fist on his chest, and his internal organs were all mutilated.
However, he survived tenaciously.
I have to say that second-grade warriors are really powerful!
"Ancestor! It's great that you are alive!"
The light of hope rose again in Mo Qianshan's eyes.
A group of powerful men from the Jue Tian Sect also felt lucky to have escaped death. With the Sword Lord, the Jue Tian Sect would never be destroyed.
Unfortunately, Sword Master's words were like a basin of cold water poured on them.
"Don't be too happy, I won't survive."
What!
The smiles on Mo Qianshan's and others' faces froze.
"What are you afraid of? I will take him away before I die. Keep my Jue Tian Sect alive."
The sword master looked at Qin Fan on the other side of the pit.
"Boy, you are very strong, really strong. Among the strong people I have seen, only the people from Zhongzhou Wuzong can match you."
"But you are too young after all."
"If I guess correctly, you have reached the end of your strength."
Qin Fan admitted frankly: "Yes, my power is almost exhausted, but you are almost losing all your life essence, so how can you take me away?"
The old and wrinkled face of the sword master suddenly showed a strange smile: "I say you are too young after all. You don't understand the meaning of the natal sword at all."
"Use my body to strengthen my sword soul!"
The sword master's life essence was suddenly lost tenfold and a hundredfold. The broken natal sword, which had only a hilt, was suddenly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Soon, a complete natal sword reappeared in front of the sword master.
The sword master held it as if he were stroking an extremely precious treasure, his cloudy eyes filled with love.
"This is the last time, the last time!"
He was like a martyr who knew he was about to die, saying goodbye to his best friend for many years.
"Come on, let's complete our mission together!"
