Hearing Qing Ge's deep and eerie voice, the pilgrims in the sword array were extremely puzzled and especially confused.
The red clothes fluttered like the corner of a victory flag, blooming in the wind like fire.
"Ye Qingge!"
The young master of Beizhou Rong Mansion looked at Qing Ge, feeling boundless fear and chill, and subconsciously blurted out.
However, in the sky, in addition to the falling sky fire, there were also scarlet afterimages passing by.
When the speed is as fast as the wind, it will pass by like lightning, and the torrents and thunder will explode instantly.
Qingge suddenly appeared in front of Young Master Rong, his eyes moved, and the skin of Young Master Rong's ear exploded, and blood sputtered out.
ah!
Mr. Rong screamed, and the echoes echoed endlessly. Then he saw blue light flashing on Mr. Rong, and another pilgrim from Beizhou appeared in the light of the altar formation.
Qingge naturally lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, hiding the sharp edge, and revealed a chilling smile on his red lips.
A gust of breeze blew by, blowing back all the three thousand silver threads and strands of hair on the forehead that were scattered randomly.
"Three..."
The woman's voice has long lost the tenderness and youthfulness it once had.
She is like a fierce ghost from purgatory, and even more like the most beautiful god in heaven.
It seems that the fire of purgatory is burning and the flowers of God's mansion are blooming.
Speeding like lightning, Qing Ge's movements were clean and neat, and he struck without hesitation. A massacre was staged in the extremely ancient sword formation.
"Four."
"..."
"seven"
"Ye Qingge, don't be so presumptuous!" Wang Qinghong, the young master of the palace behind him, saw that Qingge kept attacking Beizhou people, so he couldn't just sit back and wait for death. Otherwise, how could he establish his prestige and convince others?
Wang Qinghong drew out his long sword and faced Qing Ge. The sword's edge was like light, like a rainbow in the sky, and he held up the flowers of sword light in the hurricane of sky fire.
Endless sword intent arose everywhere, coming from the sword blade, from heaven and earth, densely packed in all directions, and invisibly surrounding Qing Ge.
Strong sword intention, excellent swordsman.
A confident smile appeared on Wang Qinghong's lips. On the path of cultivation, a slight difference can make a difference of a thousand miles.
He is a genius on the cultivation list and a young Immortal Realm cultivator, while Ye Qingge is just a Star Realm cultivator.
Outside the sword array, countless people around the altar carefully watched the scene of the light curtain.
Wang Yunhe sat at the rosewood table, holding a teacup in his hand and taking a sip.
On the side, the head of Nanzhou Yan Mansion came together with the head of Nanzhou Ye Family.
Wang Yunhe raised his left hand lightly, and a waiter from the palace came to add a sandalwood chair.
"You two, take a seat." Wang Yunhe said calmly.
The two heads of the family, Yan and Ye, sat down together. The head of the Yan family looked at the scene of the sword battle in the light curtain, then looked at Wang Yunhe, and said with a smile: "Young Master Ling is already a phantom cultivator at a young age. Wang Mansion
Geniuses come out in large numbers, making others envious. It seems that this North Korea is the one to compete in."
The head of the Ye family said in a low voice: "This Ye Qingge is at best a Star Realm cultivator and will not be an opponent of Young Master Ling."
The head of the Ye family had just finished speaking when he saw Qingge jumping up on her toes in the sword formation, and the sharp Mingwang sword suddenly appeared in her raised hand.
Qingge's sword intent appeared all over his body, and he saw the flowers of sword light all over the sky, like brilliant fireworks. In an instant, their brilliance was extinguished, and they were all wiped out by the extremely powerful sword intent that appeared out of thin air!
The faces of the two family heads, Yan and Ye, all changed, and their eyes were filled with surprise.
Wang Yunhe stood up suddenly, "King of Swords! That's the aura of King of Swords!"
One stone stirs up a thousand waves.
Everyone stared at the light screen intently, feeling the strong sword intent.
In the land of Xizhou, the city lord of the main city and the lord of the Tianshan sect of the powerful sect of Xizhou sat together. The two people's reactions were huge and they were shocked.
The head of the Tianshan Sect put his hand on the table and tapped it, making a series of very rhythmic sounds. His dark and gray eyes were shining brightly, staring at the light screen as sharply as a sword.
The city lord said cautiously and nervously: "Sect Master, don't underestimate the East Emperor. Dongzhou Gu Rongzha and others underestimated Ye Qingge, and that's why they ended up like this."
"Just wait and see what happens." Tianshan Sect Master smiled half-heartedly, "Zuo only has nine words. Lin Heshan and Wangfu, Xizhou is in no way contending with the world."
"Master Feng Qingyang's visit to Xizhou this time must be for the sake of Young Master Liu Guang. It seems that the future will be the day when Xizhou rises." The city lord smiled.
"Feng Qingyang has never been seen in public. He has been refining weapons in the Bing Sect. Is he really coming to Xizhou this time just for Liuguang?" The Tianshan Sect Master glanced at Feng Qingyang and shook his head, "Feng Qingyang is the one who has been determined by default.
I'm afraid there is someone other than Liu Guang. Don't mention this matter again, otherwise it will be a joke in Tianshan."
The city lord wanted to speak, but after looking at the unpredictable expression on Tianshan Sect Master's face, he opened his mouth and moved his lips, but finally stopped talking.
The Tianshan Sect Master turned his eyes and looked at Qing Ge, his smile getting deeper and deeper.
On the altar, three old men from the three sects sat on gilded chairs, feeling the power of the sword. Duan Yun and the great master of the Medicine Sect stood up in unison and with great tacit understanding.
Duan Yun looked excited, "The Sword King, the Sword King who is only twenty years old, is the youngest Sword King in the Tianyu."
"Women are weak in nature, but the master of swordsmanship is too strong. It takes twenty years to become a master of swordsmanship. It is a miracle." The great master stroked his beard and said with emotion.
Feng Qingyang sat still. Compared to the other two sects, Feng Qingyang was relatively calm.
He raised his head and looked at the armored general under the altar with a smile.
Under the altar, Ye Jingfeng was holding Little Baozi. He raised his head and looked at Feng Qingyang clearly. Both of them saw a strong smile in each other's eyes.
"Brother Ye, your daughter has been creating surprises and miracles." Jiang Huaishan walked to Ye Jingfeng and said.
"Her parents have not been around since she was a child. It is actually her parents' fault that she is so strong. The daughter of an ordinary family has to be cherished and pampered. It took me more than 40 years to cultivate to the sword king, but she is...
The King of Swordsmen has suffered a lot for her. It’s because of her father’s fault.” Ye Jingfeng said helplessly.
Seeing Ye Qingge's powerful talent and unpredictable strength, Ye Jingfeng felt happy and sad at the same time.
Happily, his daughter has grown up and can take charge of her own business.
Sadly, he is a father, but he has never shielded her from the wind, frost, snow and rain.
"Brother Ye, what this child wants is companionship, not reliance." Jiang Huaishan said.
Ye Jingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Sword array.
Qingge crushed Wang Qinghong's sword intent, just like a flying swallow passing by. With one strike, the chests of six people in Beizhou were torn open and blood splattered.
"Thirteen……"
It wasn't until Qingge's words fell that everyone suddenly realized that what Ye Qingge whispered actually meant this.
Due to the thin air released from the cracks in the ground, there can only be about thirty people, and thirteen people must be eliminated.
Aren’t Wang Qinghong and Bi Yuqing trying to force Ye Qingge?
Simply, Qing Ge kicked out thirteen people in Beizhou. Now there are only two contestants left in Beizhou, and the situation is no better than that in Dongzhou.
Qing Ge held the knife, her back straight, and her slender white legs were vaguely exposed when her red skirt fluttered.
She wanted to retreat to where she was, cross her legs and close her eyes, occasionally taking a rest.
Wang Qinghong, who saw Beizhou losing thirteen dynasty contestants with his own eyes, blushed and became furious. He pointed his sword at Ye Qingge, "Ye Qingge, stop! You broke the rules of the dynasty contest and harmed me, Beizhou dynasty contestant.
Don’t even think about leaving!”
Soft boots stopped.
Qingge paused for a moment, then turned around and looked at Wang Qinghong calmly, raised his slender eyebrows, and evoked an evil and arrogant smile, "If you can't afford to lose, get out. The young master of the palace is noisy as if in front of the door.
The so-called noble Beizhou is so majestic. In my opinion, it is not as good as our Dongzhou heroes. At least it is a tiger or a wolf, not a dog that can only bark."