"After all, it's an unpopular place. We are both in the stage of becoming gods, and a clone of mine only managed to last for such a short time."
Tuoba Yun looked at Mayfly's soul in boredom.
At this time, Mayfly's physical body had been destroyed, and his soul was pinned in mid-air by the sword intent, making it difficult to escape.
Originally, he thought that as the leader of a sect and with the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage, this old guy could be considered a bit of fun, but now it seems that he is not as good as the sword cultivator in the late stage of being out of body next to him.
"The name of the Yuhua Dynasty has been heard even in the Western Barren Prison State. The emperor is a great leader. It is definitely not a wise move for you, Sixth Prince, to support the Demon Sect."
Seeing that the situation was over, Mayfly decided to find another way to survive.
In his opinion, as the prince of the Yuhua Dynasty, Tuoba Yun's future goal is only the throne, and it is normal to support his own power.
However, the Demon Sect had a bad reputation after all, and Mayflyzi had already considered switching to the other party's side.
Luofu Mountain is more or less a well-known and decent sect, so at least you don’t have to worry about anything that will harm your reputation.
"Old man, have you made a mistake? For the dynasty, the righteous path and the demonic path are just a group of people who are disobedient to control. You really think you are a thing."
Tuoba Yun was very thoughtful and understood Mayfly's plan at a glance.
It's a good idea, but it's a little too good.
But they are all a group of guys who use force to break the law, and they actually want to distinguish good from evil. Tuoba Yun really can't help but laugh.
"What I want to do is what the Yuhua Dynasty wants to do. The five states in this world have been separated for too long."
"What? You actually..."
"Start from your Luofu Mountain and gradually encroach on the entire Xihuang Prison State."
Just when Tuoba Yun was about to give Mayfly the final blow, the sword that had attacked Qianyue Zhenren had already come behind him.
This time there was no one to stop him, so Tuoba Yun had to turn around and face the sword.
"Dong~"
The solemn bell echoed in the sky above Luofu Mountain. The translucent golden bell enveloped Tuoba Yun, blocking the sharp sword from a foot away.
In order to get here, Li Qingyi had already killed three monks in the same realm, and the price he paid was only a slightly messy robe.
With just one blow, she judged that the golden clock was a treasure.
It is just a clone, and it is protected by a treasure. It is indeed the sixth prince of the Yuhua Dynasty and the master of the Holy Sword of the Eastern Blue Emperor.
"Actually, I thought you looked familiar just now, but my cultivation level was too low so I never dared to believe it, but now I'm sure."
Tuoba Yun's eyes flashed with divine light as he locked onto Li Qingyi. After confirming that the other party did not hide his cultivation, there was unspeakable disappointment in his eyes.
A hundred years ago, a female swordsman with a veiled face came from the Western Wilderness Prison State to inquire about the contemporary talents of the Swordsman Middle-earth State.
Along the way, it can be said that he won after victory, and even took away the Holy Sword of the White Emperor of the West in one fell swoop.
With such strength, people with good intentions soon believed that she could be among the strongest geniuses in the Middle-earth China, keeping pace with Tuoba Yun and others.
"Now it seems that you are nothing more than that. When the White Emperor's Holy Sword falls into your hands, it will be like a pearl covered in dust."
More than a hundred years have passed, and Tuoba Yun thought that the other party had reached the ultimate level of spiritual transformation like him, but he did not expect that he was still in the out-of-body stage.
You must know that when he left the Middle-earth China, Li Qingyi's cultivation was already ready to enter the out-of-body stage at any time. Now it seems that he is really missing everyone.
In response to such ridicule, Li Qingyi's answer was only...
"Splitting sword shadow."
Countless sword lights fell from the sky, and the power dispersed by the method of splitting light and sword shadows was operating in an extremely orderly manner at this moment.
They gather or disperse, erratic.
Tuoba Yun frowned slightly as he looked at these chaotic sword rays. These sword qi were dispersed but not dispersed. Any scattered sword qi could absorb other sword qi at any time and turn it into a terrifying blow.
This prevented him from taking down the defense of Ziji Golden Bell at will.
At this moment, a familiar breath stopped Tuoba Yun's thinking, and he looked towards the direction of the Patriarch's Tower with a slightly surprised look.
The Patriarch Tower, which was originally filled with red light, was now shrouded in pale flames, and the aura that Tuoba Yun was familiar with came from those flames.
The aura of Dongfang Qing Emperor, here is the inheritance of Dongfang Qing Emperor.
"It seems that Gu Dang is really his destiny."
Since ancient times, wherever a person with great luck goes, opportunities follow him. Tuoba Yun didn't believe it at first, but he didn't expect that he could get such inheritance in a wild place like Xihuang Prison State.
This is not the result of luck and destiny, so what else could it be.
However, before receiving this unexpected blessing, Tuoba Yun still wanted to kill the "genius" in front of him who had disappeared from everyone.
"Master Baidi Sword, if you can't break through Ziji Golden Bell's defense, why not ask for the White Emperor's Holy Sword?"
There was a bit of joking in Tuoba Yun's words. If you want to use Taoist soldiers, you must at least have the cultivation of gods, otherwise it will backfire on you.
It would be okay if the battle could be resolved in a short time. But Tuo Bayun was confident that when his level was higher than that of Li Qingyi, even his clone would not be killed by him in an instant.
As long as this clone is still alive, another clone can appear at any time from him far away in Bai Yujing.
No matter how you look at it, it is his victory.
Why didn't Li Qingyi understand the other party's plan? She really couldn't use the White Emperor's Holy Sword at will, but couldn't she break this turtle shell without using Taoist soldiers?
Hard to say.
The sword light flashes, and all swords are united.
"Dong~"
Although Tuoba Yun was scornful, his spiritual energy was not lost. However, in this case, the purple golden bell guarding him was directly knocked away.
The mysterious runes on it shattered under the light of countless swords and could not be used again in a short period of time. Li Qingyi was striking while the iron was hot.
"The stars of the Canghe River turn."
If the art of splitting light and sword shadow focuses on the method of gathering and dispersing sword energy, then Canghe Xingzhuan is the method of circulating sword energy.
Vast and endless.
Dots of sword energy turned into a long river of sword energy hanging in the air. Li Qingyi saw the long sword in his hand pressing down, and it was as if the Milky Way was tilting and was unstoppable as far as the eye could see.
Seeing this, Tuoba Yun didn't dare to be careless. The shadow of the green sword in his hand flashed towards him, and it turned out to be the phantom of the Blue Emperor's Holy Sword.
Although it was just a phantom, it still had enough power. Facing this seemingly infinite sword energy, he struck out with a sword without dodging, intending to split the river of sword energy into two. However...
"Varied……"
An inexplicable sense of crisis came over, and Tuoba Yun reflexively moved away from the place. Without any obstruction, the long river of sword energy went straight away and shattered countless mountains.
At this time, there was a flying sword as black as ink beside Li Qingyi, which was in sharp contrast to the flying sword as white as jade in her hand, and there was also a blood stain on Tuo Bayun's face.
If he hadn't escaped quickly just now, he would have been disgraced.
"You haven't used your full strength before?"
Tuoba Yun wiped away the blood on his cheek. It was not an injury but it was enough to make him angry.
"If that is my full strength, how can I compare with you, the geniuses of Middle-earth China?"
Li Qingyi held the flying sword in his hand, and the endless sword energy surged out from his sleeves and robes, like a long river and a dragon. What if the realm was lower than the other party?
It's just a clone, there's no reason why she can't kill it.
