Chapter 168: The Holy Maiden Qingxun, Against the Holy Spirit!
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A corner of the city wall of Heavy Thunder Blade City.
An old stone statue sat cross-legged, looking up at the stone carvings thousands of feet above its head, with vicissitudes of life and sadness in its eyes.
This is a story that has a beginning but has not yet seen the end. This is a flower of life that has been burning for thousands of years.
"Seventh Prince, please don't make mistakes. How virtuous and capable is this person? He is qualified to be the master of the royal family."
At that time, the tone of the Saint of the Heavy Thunder Sword was getting colder, and the entire area a hundred miles in front of the Heavy Thunder Sword City felt as if it had fallen into the twelfth lunar month of winter. Crystal snowflakes floated in the sky, like goose feathers and flying feathers.
A powerful man couldn't help but shudder and exhaled a breath, which first turned into a thick white mist, then fell to the ground and shattered into thousands of bright white ice crystals.
This is the majesty of a saint. Even if not even a fraction of the majesty is leaked out, it is enough to change the celestial phenomena within a certain range. The will of the mind is the will of God.
"Ao said yes, he is!"
When Ao Zhan spoke again, even Su Qinian was surprised by this person's tyranny, and then shook his head gently in his heart. This kind of tyranny has its own foundation. As a descendant of the king, the arrogance flowing in his blood is beyond the ordinary.
There are people hiding inside, such as Ao Zhan, who obviously belongs to the latter group. He is not targeting anyone and cannot be doubted.
"This is the Sword Spirit King's Department, and you are not allowed to be presumptuous!"
With his eyes like a blade, the Holy Thunder Sword of the time looked at Ao Zhan, making his dragon-scale holy armor clang. Then he kicked, kick, and stepped back three steps in a row. The sea of consciousness in the divine court shook. The Holy Thunder Sword of the time, in
In the realm of reincarnation of will, it has suddenly reached an astonishing point. Even with the protection of the holy armor, Ao Zhan was almost injured by it.
At this moment, the world's most important thunder sword sage took action. With a flick of his sleeve, the blade was like the sea, like a hurricane, like a turbulent wave. It swept towards the corner of the city wall. There was no wave in the void, but Su Qi was clearly young.
You can feel the terrifying force within it that is enough to shatter the void.
In an instant, Su Qinian activated the forbidden power of time, but even though this power of time was blessed by the Heavenly Dragon Armor, when he approached the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint, it was torn apart by a force of law as deep as the sea.
Broken, difficult to make the trip.
not good!
Su Qinian changes color. When the difference in life levels between them reaches a certain level, even the power of time taboo cannot shake it at all.
In front of the city gate, the young man's pupils contracted violently. There had never been a moment when he felt such inexplicable fear. He was completely at a loss and didn't know what to do.
The third concubine of the Heavy Thunder Division had a sneer on his lips.
Although the Third Saint Son's face was pale, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the river.
Ao Zhan's pupils condensed.
Groan!
At this moment, a ray of sword chanting sounded from the giant city behind everyone, and then, a ray of blue-purple sword light dyed the entire sky azure, and landed in front of the stone statue.
Bang!
The blade swept across, and the two collided, producing a terrifying impact sound, and blazing ripples bloomed, like a sunflower blooming on the earth.
A holy figure in a blue dress appeared in front of the stone statue.
"Mother!"
The young man exclaimed, clenched his fists again, and gritted his teeth. He didn't know how to speak at this time.
"Saint Qingxun!"
In the distance, there was a powerful figure who lost his voice and was extremely excited, and then turned into a thick and complicated color. Among these sword enlighteners, many powerful figures were the same generation as Qingxun's daughter. In the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.
, the beauty is still the same, but she is a little more cold, a little less like she used to be, and her smile is no longer as beautiful as a flower.
Saint Qingxun looks a little cold. She is dressed in a plain blue dress and has black silk hair. She looks like she is only in her twenties. She has a beautiful appearance and it seems that the years have not left any traces on her body.
At this moment, the eyes of this previous-generation saint were colder than her temperament. She looked at the current Thunder Sword Saint and said calmly: "You have crossed the line."
"Qingxun, you've gone too far."
At this time, the Third Grand Priest frowned and said: "This trash has been standing in front of the city gate for nearly a thousand years. Our Chonglei Division has suffered so much humiliation. As the previous saint of the Chonglei clan, don't you care about the entire tribe at all?"
With such majestic appearance, our Heavy Thunder Division has become a laughing stock among the entire Sword Spirit King Division!"
"In your eyes, I'm trash, but in Qingxun's eyes, I'm thousands of times better than you."
Saint Qingxun opened her mouth, her lips parted slightly, she was calm and calm, which made the third concubine's eyebrows jump. What are you talking about? He is not as good as a loser. He is the same generation as the heavy thunder sword saint in this world.
, Speaking of which, this uncle of Saint Qingxun was actually treated with such contempt today in front of Chongleidao City, compared with a waste who had been sitting idle for a thousand years and achieved nothing.
"How dare you..."
The Third Supreme Being was soon speechless, because the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint raised a hand to stop his words. His expression was gloomy and he did not speak again after all. Speaking of which, Qing Xun
The saint is also the eldest daughter of the most important thunder sword saint in the world. Even though the father and daughter have been at odds for nearly a thousand years, the bond of blood cannot be doubted.
Immediately afterwards, the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint lowered his gaze, looked at Saint Qingxun, and said coldly: "His life span is about to expire. At this moment, all your expectations will be turned into nothing, and you are still holding on to your obsession.
Let go, as long as you let go of your obsession, you can become a saint immediately."
Be sanctified immediately!
In the distance, many powerful people of the same generation as Saint Qingxun lamented that even after more than nine hundred years of wasted time, this prodigious saint of the same generation also showed amazing talents. However, in just over ten years, rumors have already spread.
After condensing the laws, you are only half a step away from becoming a saint and entering another level of life that transcends the ordinary and becomes a saint.
"So what if you become a saint? Please invite the patriarch into the city."
Saint Qingxun shook her head and just addressed her as the clan leader. This made the heavy-handed Thunder Sword Saint in the world darken her face and said, "Can't you see clearly? I have been sitting there for nearly a thousand years and have gained nothing. In these thousand years, I have gained nothing."
He took action, and now his life is about to expire. I want to erase this shame with my own hands!"
Saint Qingxun didn't say a word, she just stood in front of the stone statue, her long green dress rippling in the wind, her body as white as ice, as if carved from ice and jade, and she had an indescribable and world-famous grace.
"you!"
The Heavy Thunder Sword Saint raised his eyebrows, and his eyes turned completely cold. In front of the Heavy Thunder Sword City, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and soon turned into hailstones the size of eggs. They fell to the ground one by one, leaving behind stones of different sizes.
of shallow pits.
"Mother!"
The young man couldn't help but speak. Although he had not been favored by this world's most important thunder sword sage since he was a child, he also knew that his words were unbiased, majestic and solemn, and could not be disobeyed. He really didn't understand what his mother was insisting on, even if he was like this.
Even with a weak cultivation level, I can still feel that the breath of life coming out of the stone statue at this time is like a candle in the wind, almost extinguished. It is not even a candle, it is almost exhausted.
With her cold and gentle eyes falling, Saint Qingxun looked at Duzi and shook her head slightly without saying a word.
Even if there are thousands of words, who should I say them to?
But the good times and good times are in vain.
"good!"
Taking a deep breath, the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint's eyes became more solemn and solemn, and he said: "I have tolerated you for thousands of years, but today, I cannot tolerate you!"
Boom!
The Heavy Thunder Sword Saint fell to the ground and took a step forward.
This step was not heavy, and it did not even leave a single footprint. However, when it fell on the ears of everyone in front of the Heavy Thunder Blade City, the more advanced they were, the more deafening they felt, as if it was ringing from the depths of their souls.
The sound of a war drum was deep and loud, shaking the heaven and earth. It was also like a thunder explosion, black clouds covering the sky, and a thunder disaster coming.
The saint's energy overflowed and he pressed down on Saint Qingxun.
Unlike the Kaitian realm, where a powerful person can tear apart the void with his hands, when he reaches the realm of Heavy Thunder Sword Saint, his attacks are as dull as water, and the void does not wave. However, the terrifying killing power contained in it is enough to make ordinary saints retreat.
Don't dare to show off.
Saint Qingxun raised her slender hand and slashed in the air.
laugh!
The blue-purple sword light was not very blazing, but it was filled with a powerful aura of law. With a pop, it cut open the suppressed Qi machine and collapsed into nothingness.
What!
The Third Supreme Being was shocked. As a supreme saint, he knew even more clearly that even if his clan brother Sword Saint did not exert all his strength, even he had to concentrate on dealing with him, but he was so tough that he cut him with one sword.
This kind of sword technique is unheard of, and there are some shadows of his Thunder Division Reincarnation General Shu, but it is also specious, and it seems to be mixed with some other unknown charm.
At the same time, Ao Zhan moved forward, almost ignoring the distance in the void, and appeared beside the Saint Qingxun. He raised the Void Sword and pointed at the Heavy Thunder Sword Saint from a distance.
Su Qi young took a breath and glanced at the life-saving knife in his hand. Time moved and it appeared on the other side of Saint Qingxun.
"The Seventh Prince, the successor of Locked Heaven!"
The heavy thunder sword's holy eyes are like thunder and fire, with a terrifying edge. The saint's energy surges. On the ground around him, thunder sparks bloom one after another. The silver light is brilliant, extremely magnificent and dazzling, but the destruction emanating from it
The breath made the hearts of every powerful person in the distance tremble, and any spark of thunder was enough to destroy them all.
Groan!
Su Qinian and Ao Zhan were silent, but the swords in their hands buzzed, and the void and time taboos revived. At the same time, Su Qinian triggered the town's taboos. What he was facing was not an ordinary saint, but an equal.
Due to the existence of the nine demon saints in the Xuanhuang Earth, a saint who has undergone nine reincarnations, a strong man who stands at the top of the holy realm.
Saint Qingxun didn't look at the two of them, but just nodded and said: "I thank you both for Bai Fan. If you can't do it, you two please leave. The road is long and you will be useful."
"No one can leave!"
The Heavy Thunder Sword Saint snorted coldly, flicked his finger, and a thunder spark rose slowly, and then rotated very quickly. Each petal was like a blade, swallowing the bright silver sword light, and almost in an instant, it reached the top of the three people's heads.
However, the palm-sized thunder sparks fell, and the void was calm, but whether it was Ao Zhan, Su Qinian, or Saint Qingxun, they all showed solemn expressions. (Please recommend a monthly ticket, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!
Today I was going to make up for the previous two chapters, but I can’t make up for it today. I want to tell you that I have been working on this chapter for a long time and I am not satisfied with it. The writing style is still not new. I want to change the tired writing style in ten steps. I spent a day thinking about whether to write it or not.
It’s not ideal, so please forgive me if the updates are unstable in the past few days. I’m in the advanced stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder. If I’m not new, I’d rather not write. I’ll try to complete the transformation and attempts within this week, and I’ll try to complete the word count for this month’s update.)