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Chapter 1957 The Sword of the Great Sage, scrap metal

Chen Tianming never thought that he was actually beaten away by Ye Qiu, and his heart was filled with shock.

"Although my cultivation level has dropped, I am still at the peak of the Nascent Soul, but Ye Changsheng is only at the peak of the Cave Heaven. He is one big difference from me. How could he knock me away?"

Ye Qiu looked at Chen Tianming and said with disdain: "The first son of the Qingyun Sword Sect, is this little skill?"

Grass!

Chen Tianming was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

At the same time, he also thought of one thing: Does Yun Xi like to pretend to be a lie?

"Chen Tianming, what other means do you have? Just use it. Today I want you to understand what despair is."

Ye Qiu, a god who is tall and above, looks down at Chen Tianming, with an unparalleled aura.

"Go to die!"

Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing to say. Chen Tianming roared, and his broken palm recovered instantly, and he punched Ye Qiu hard.

This time, Chen Tianming's combat power was fully opened without any reservation.

When Chen Tianming punched, he still shouted: "Ye Changsheng, you don't know yet. Not only is my swordsmanship extraordinary, but I am also born with divine power. I don't believe that you can still block my fist."

"Born of divine power? By chance, my strength is not bad." Ye Qiu directly punched him.

"Bang!"

The two fists collided hard.

Suddenly, Chen Tianming felt that his fist seemed to hit a piece of meteorite from the sky, which was very hard, and it made his fist break.

"how so?"

Chen Tianming was unbelievable.

Among the younger generation of Qingyun Sword Sect, no one can compete with him in terms of strength and swordsmanship, but he found that Ye Qiu's power was stronger than him.

The next moment, the terrifying power was like a huge wave, pouring into his arms.

"not good--"

Chen Tianming was shocked and quickly retreated a hundred meters away.

However, as soon as he stood firm, his mouth was filled with blood, and his whole arm exploded into pieces.

Ye Qiu sneered and said, "Chen Tianming, is this what you call natural divine power? Do you have any misunderstandings about natural divine power?"

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated.

Chen Tianming's face turned pale and he said in a deep voice: "I was careless just now."

"Ye Changsheng, don't be arrogant."

"Next, this Son of God will let you see my sword skills, and I hope you don't regret it."

Ye Qiu said: "I grew up so old, I never knew what regret means."

Arrogant enough.

Chen Tianming's exploded right arm recovered in an instant, and then he did not sacrifice the long sword, but instead made seals in front of him with both hands.

After a moment.

"Swish swish swish swish--"

More than a thousand sword energy emerged from Chen Tianming's body.

Each sword energy is about several feet long, with a sharp edge and a very powerful aura.

"Ye Changsheng, I don't believe that you can still be my opponent." Chen Tianming said with a grim smile.

In his opinion, even if Ye Qiu is extraordinary in boxing, he will never be his opponent in kendo.

After all, Chen Tianming practiced swords since he was a child, and was taught step by step by step by step by step by saints and strong men.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Chen Tianming's words, Ye Qiu shook his head and laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Chen Tianming couldn't figure it out. Why could Ye Changsheng laugh at this time?

Ye Qiu said: "To be honest, I have learned a little sword technique before."

"What does it mean? Do you want to compete with me in swordsmanship?" Chen Tianming said proudly: "It's not that I am arrogant. Looking at the Eastern Wilderness, no one can beat me in swordsmanship under the saints."

"Ye Changsheng, I advise you to continue using boxing."

"Compet with me for kendo, you will die miserably."

Ye Qiu said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and start."

"Since you are determined to die, I will fulfill your wish." Chen Tianming waved his palm and shouted: "Go."

Swallows!

More than a thousand sword energy, like dense raindrops, cut through the sky and enveloped Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu's face did not change his color and shouted softly: "Killing technique."

clang—

The sword roared in the sky.

The next second, thousands of sword intents appeared beside Ye Qiu.

Each sword intent was about dozens of feet long and whistled out, directly smashing all the sword energy inspired by Chen Tianming to pieces.

"Extraordinary swordsmanship, that's it?"

Ye Qiu's face was full of disdain.

He was filled with golden light, his body was full of blood and energy, and his whole body released his sharpness, like a magic sword that was unsheathed.

"Ye Changsheng, it was just an appetizer just now. I'm going to serve hard dishes. I hope you can still be so arrogant after this sword."

Chen Tianming's tone was cold, and he shouted loudly: "God-killing Sword!"

call out--

I saw a powerful sword energy, like a comet passing through the sky, slashing towards Ye Qiu with thunder and lightning speed, which was incredibly fast.

This sword indeed made Ye Qiu feel a fatal crisis.

However, he was not afraid.

Ye Qiu stood there, raised his hand and pointed it out.

Zhuxian Sword.

"boom!"

Two sword energy collided.

The God-killing Sword was shattered on the spot. As for the Zhuxian Sword that Ye Qiu used, he headed straight for Chen Tianming.

"What?"

Chen Tianming looked surprised.

The God-killing Sword is one of his killer moves. Not only is the sword energy extremely sharp, but it is also extremely fast. At the same level, few people can block his sword.

But at present, the opponent's cultivation level is one level lower than his. Not only did he shatter the God-killing Sword, but the sword energy stimulated by the opponent also attacked him.

Chen Tianming watched the sword energy attacking him, and he was horrified to find that the speed of the sword energy was far higher than that of his God-killing Sword, which made him pierce his heart before he could dodge.

"puff!"

Chen Tianming flew backwards, and a string of blood splashed on his chest. After falling to the ground, he quickly got up regardless of his injuries, looked at Ye Qiu in horror, and asked, "Ye Changsheng, what kind of sword technique is this?"

"Zhuxian Sword." Ye Qiu did not hide it.

Chen Tianming's eyes were even more shocked and he asked, "Ye Changsheng, where did you learn the Zhuxian Sword?"

"It's all your business." Ye Qiu cursed without hesitation.

"You must make it clear about this matter." Chen Tianming's face was serious.

Many years ago, a powerful man from the Qingyun Sword Sect created two very powerful sword techniques, one called "Slaying God" and the other called "Slaying Immortal".

As far as Chen Tianming knows, the Zhuxian Sword was lost a long time ago. Even in the classics of the Qingyun Sword Sect, only a few words were recorded. He did not expect that Ye Changsheng would use it today.

"Where did you learn the Zhuxian Sword?" Chen Tianming asked again.

"Nothing can be told." Ye Qiu responded coldly.

"If you don't say it, don't blame me." Chen Tianming sacrificed his long sword and said, "This sword is the Great Sage built by my grandfather himself. As long as I activate it, you will die without a burial place."

"Ye Changsheng, I advise you that it is best to tell me where did you learn the Zhuxian Sword?"

"In this case, maybe I can keep you a whole body."

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu smiled contemptuously: "In my eyes, the Great Sage is nothing more than scrap copper and iron."
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