My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

Broken Sword Mountain Range, Lifeless Sword Tomb.

This is a wasteland with a radius of nearly a hundred miles. There are dark red mounds in the shape of steamed buns bulging all over the wasteland. Each mound has a flying sword stuck in it, and there are thousands of them.

These flying swords have different shapes and auras, some are as thin as cicada wings, some are as big as door panels, some are wrapped in thunder, some are nearly transparent, and some are still dripping blood...

All of these flying swords have reached the level of Lingbao, and even the powerhouses at the peak of Yuanshen Realm may not have one, but there are too many here.

These tombs may seem ordinary, but they are a mysterious sword formation, which can not only imprison the flying sword, but also protect the flying sword.

Every sword on the tomb is like a living creature, trembling with different sounds of sword sounds, rolling sword energy straight into the sky, and converging above into a vast ocean of sword intent, revealing a sea of ​​sword energy. A decisive decision.

Li Qingzhou stood in the air, and placed himself in the vast ocean of sword intent. His white clothes had long been torn into rags like rags, and his whole body exuded a faint aura, which was vaguely related to the surrounding The sword intent blends together.

Li Qingzhou had enough medicinal pills on his body, and his injuries from the sneak attack by Jian Wuchen had long since recovered. Under the tempering of the immortal sword intent, the whole person was like a sharp sword out of a scabbard.

"A month later, someone will challenge to become a teacher, can you play?" Ye Chen used his avatar to transmit a voice to Li Qingzhou.

For Ye Chen, dealing with Liao Wuhen in the later stage of the Vision Realm was just a trick, but he wanted to continue to hide behind the scenes to be quiet, and was unwilling to take action himself.

Zi Menghan can also easily suppress Liao Wuhen, but she is born with a broken body, and it is estimated that she will cause a lot of trouble after the shot.

Relatively speaking, Li Qingzhou is suitable.

Although his kendo supreme bone was dug out and his sword spirit body was abolished, he was a genius in himself. Although the rebirth of the supreme bone was unexpected, it was reasonable. , I won't doubt Ye Chen's body, I can stabilize my hand again.

Tool man, come back!

"I will be there!"

Li Qingzhou opened his eyes with a swipe, and two dazzling sword lights bloomed in his eyes.

In the next quarter of an hour, the Sword Dao Supreme Bone on Li Qingzhou's chest burst into a dazzling light like the sun, as if it turned into an energy black hole, forcibly pulling the sea of ​​lifeless sword intent around him.

In a few breaths, the vast sea of ​​inanimate sword intent was completely submerged into the bones of the Supreme Swordsman on Li Qingzhou's chest.

"Sword come!"

Li Qingzhou shouted loudly, and volleyed towards the sword mound below.

"Kang Keng Keng..."

One after another flying swords rushed out of the mound, making the sound of the divine sword being unsheathed, and shattering in mid-air, turning into pure sword essence that filled the sky, and finally condensed into a Shenhua introverted three-footed sword The long sword fell into Li Qingzhou's hands.

"From now on, you will be called Wushengjian!" Li Qingzhou whispered.

Wushengjian Qingming responded and seemed to be able to understand what Li Qingzhou said, and slowly merged into the kendo supreme bone on Li Qingzhou's chest.

With the disappearance of thousands of spirit treasure-level flying swords, the special small space of the Lifeless Sword Tomb collapsed, and Li Qingzhou reappeared in the Broken Sword Mountains.

"brush!"

Suddenly, a sword light flashed across the void, hitting the back of Li Qingzhou's head.

"Keng!"

Wushengjian automatically separated from the body to block the attack, Li Qingzhou looked at a void with cold eyes, and said lightly: "Jian Wuchen, are you capable of this?"

A young man in white clothes flashed in the void, with a purple-gold long sword under his feet, and the sword was flying into the sky. He looked like he was only in his early twenties, with a tall and straight body, and his eyes were like stars. The whole person was like a drawn sword.

It is Jian Wuchen.

"You're finally out!"

"I've been here for three years to learn the sword,

But you picked peaches, damn it! "

"I won't let you escape this time. Come on!"

Jian Wuchen shouted angrily, and a vision of the sea of ​​swords appeared behind him. A sword shadow that seemed to be both real and illusory did not enter the ancient sword under his feet, turning into a stream of light and slashing towards Li Qingzhou. Wherever it passed, Cut the void into tiny cracks.

"Keng!"

The immortal sword made a clear and clear sound, and the immortal sword intent as vast as the sea burst out in an instant, with death but not life.

Lei Jian collapsed on the spot, Jian Wuchen's head flew out, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Jian Wuchen's body fell to the ground, Li Qingzhou stretched out a fireball, and Jian Wuchen's body and head quickly burned.

The master explained that after killing people, the corpse must be destroyed!

At this moment, a ray of divine sense flashed out from Jian Wuchen's burning head, and turned into a stalwart middle-aged man in midair, with a powerful sword energy.

The middle-aged man stared at Li Qingzhou, and said angrily, "Who are you? Dare to kill my descendant of the Divine Sword Sect? Sign up!"

"If you don't change your name, don't change your surname, you will be the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, Chen Beixuan!" Li Qingzhou responded proudly.

Chen Beixuan's vest was prepared for him by Ye Chen in advance.

Ye Chen had already anticipated this situation, and prepared hundreds of vests for Li Qingzhou and Zi Menghan, which could be used at any time.

As for the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, it was purely pulled by Li Qingzhou to take the blame.

"People from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords? No wonder they can kill my descendants of the Sword Sect! Chen Beixuan, I remember you! Wait for you to die!" The middle-aged man shouted fiercely.

Li Qingzhou said disdainfully: "The younger generation will fight against each other, and the Holy Land will not care. But if you old guys dare to make a move, my Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land will never let you go!"

"Although my Divine Sword Sect is not a Holy Land, it is also a great sect, and I may not be afraid of your Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land!"

"Besides, to deal with you, why should I personally take action from Divine Sword Sect?"

"I just need to issue a high reward, and naturally someone will kill you!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the figure collapsed and disappeared.

"Silly one, the appraisal is complete! This trick taught by Master really works, otherwise it would be really troublesome! It's time to go back, don't delay Master's business!"

Li Qingzhou shook his head gently, took away all the treasures left by Jian Wuchen after his death, and the Wusheng Sword appeared under his feet, turning into a streamer and rushing towards Xuantian Holy Land.

Half a month later, Li Qingzhou returned to Qingyun Peak, reported to Ye Chen, devoted himself to cultivation, and quietly waited for Liao Wuhen to come and challenge.

And during this time, Divine Sword Sect offered a bounty at a high price.

Since the disciples of Divine Sword Sect were beheaded by Chen Beixuan of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, a reward was specially offered for Chen Beixuan's head.

The reason why Shenjianmen is so high-profile is to take this opportunity to tell the world that if you dare to provoke Shenjianmen, you must pay the price of blood!

Lingbao is a treasure that can only be refined by almighty and Taoist masters. It is extremely powerful and extremely precious. Most of the powerhouses at the peak of Yuanshen Realm do not have one!

As soon as this news came out, many masters of the Primordial Spirit Realm in Donghuang were moved, and even many people in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords were moved.

However, after some inquiries, everyone was stunned to find that there was no such person as Chen Beixuan in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords!

The descendant of the Divine Sword Sect was beheaded, and a high price was offered without even knowing who the murderer was, and it became the laughing stock of Donghuang for a while.

Time flies, and the month of January will come soon.