Qingyang frowned slightly and raised his head to look into the void.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw ten sword shadows falling from the sky like a torrent of sword energy in the sea of stars, carrying the power of the sword to destroy everything.
"Buzz!"
The ten swords snaked and made an ear-splitting trembling sound.
What's even more frightening is that there are completely different rules of order surrounding these ten swords.
Thousands of strange phenomena occurred alternately where the sword marks passed, and before everyone's eyes, there seemed to be mist of chaos rising quietly.
And in the mist, there were vaguely visible divine figures standing there.
The endless sound resounds thousands of miles away, like a sacrifice to a fairy god, which makes people feel frightened and fearful from the bottom of their hearts.
And after those ten swords, Ling Xiao took a step forward, and his black clothes shook.
Three thousand black hair was floating around, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the purest divinity, just like the sword immortal descended from the nine heavens. Wherever his eyes looked, he saw the might of heaven.
"This is…"
Qingyang's expression became serious again.
He could feel that the grades of the ten ancient swords in front of him had reached the holy realm.
Not to mention, these ten swords are the ultimate treasures in the world, and the spiritual power of these swords alone is vast and terrifying.
"As expected of the young master of the Ling clan, his sword posture is enough to make him proud."
But at this moment, Qingyang still didn't have much fear on his face.
With Ling Xiao's strength, it's not that he can't kill saints, but at most he will kill fake saints.
And he is a peerless genius who has truly survived the Holy Tribulation and condensed the Holy Pattern.
With the inheritance of the Seven Great Temples, Shadow Soul Palace, and an identity and background that dominates the entire world, why should he, Qingyang, worry about a young master of the Ling Clan?
"Buzz!"
There was a sudden buzzing sound between heaven and earth.
I saw the ancient sword held horizontally in Qingyang's hand, and a surging holy will suddenly appeared.
And the ancient sword in his hand directly shot out a hundred feet of spiritual light.
The dazzling golden light pierced the clouds and shattered the universe, like an ancient divine weapon that created the world.
even!!
Just one glance can make people's eyes sting and their hearts tremble.
For people in the holy realm, their flesh and blood and spiritual power have receded from their mortal energy, transforming into the holy will that is in harmony with heaven and earth.
Obviously, the pressure of the Holy Realm of this descendant of the Shadow Soul Palace is far more powerful than those of the previous clan elders.
"boom!"
Qingyang slashed out with his sword, and the terrifying order fluctuations directly turned into unparalleled sharpness, colliding with the ten ancient swords.
Immediately, the void collapsed, vast power swept in all directions, and the entire Qingyao Mountain collapsed with countless cracks.
"Clang clang!!"
The ten holy swords came into contact with the blade one after another. Faintly, the power of the sword that originally slashed the sky gradually calmed down, and finally turned into a spiritual light that sprinkled the sky.
"As expected of the heir to the Shadow Soul Palace."
Ling Xiao smiled calmly and stood in the sky with his hands behind his back.
He saw the ten swords quietly entrenched above his head, blooming with immortal sword intent.
With Qingyang's methods, it would be difficult for ordinary people of today to compete with him.
The spiritual power contained in this simple sword is simply not something that a person of the highest level can contend with.
Moreover, judging from Qingyang's appearance, the power of the sword may not be his trump card.
"You try to take another blow from me."
Ling Xiao's eyes were clear and clear, he raised one hand to the sky and suddenly waved it down.
"Wu Shuang, Dao Yuan."
I saw the ten swords that were originally stagnant, once again bursting out with gorgeous divine brilliance.
Only this time, the ten swords connected in the sky and condensed into a hundred-foot-long sword shadow out of thin air.
The runes on it are surging, and countless ancient and magical totems are engraved on it.
Thousands of sword intentions surround the sword body, filled with unspeakable fierceness.
The rays of light rise, and the sun and moon collapse.
With this sword slash, I am afraid that even the Avenue of Time will be completely wiped out.
"This breath..."
At this time, countless strong men from the Killing Temple had already changed their expressions, and their eyes were looking at the sword shadow that was about to be chopped down in horror.
With their strength, they all felt a kind of heartfelt panic.
Attack the heavens from above, and kill the immortals and gods from below.
It is unimaginable that this ancient sword was wielded by a person of high status.
"It seems that today, Young Master Ling Xiao is planning to fight to the death with me."
Qingyang's eyes were gloomy, and he still had some doubts in his heart.
Although the Taikoo Ling Clan and the Realm Lord Palace have always been in opposition, this opposition is only in secret.
After all, with the inheritance and heritage of these two forces, it is impossible to completely destroy each other.
Therefore, in the past hundred thousand years, whether it was the Ling clan's seclusion or the World Lord's palace not entering the divine battle domain, it was actually a kind of compromise.
At the very least, these two forces seem to have reached a relatively stable situation.
But what Ling Xiao did today has completely broken this balance.
Is it possible that the Taikoo Ling Clan is really interested in seizing heaven?
Or does this clan believe that the appearance of Ling Xiao is an opportunity for the ancient Ling clan to aspire to dominate the world?
“The fish is dead and the net is broken?”
Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, but for a moment, a coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes, "Are you worthy?"
"boom!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao didn't hesitate at all. The moment he made a seal with his palm, the shadow of the hundred-foot-long sword suddenly erupted with golden light, as if a divine river fell from the nine heavens, giving birth to countless ancient and mysterious idols.
Thousands of miles into the void, Ling Xiao's figure remained firm, and the sword bones all over his body also bloomed with colorful Taoist charms.
Wisps of rays of light gradually shrouded his figure, like an ancient god who wanted to clean up the world and punish evil.
"cut!!"
As he finished the word, the sword shadow immediately chopped into pieces and fell from the sky.
At this moment, the entire Qingyao Mountain was completely silent.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that under the sword's edge, stars were shattered and yin and yang were reversed.
Even the most powerful men had a vague illusion at this moment that they couldn't take this sword...
How ridiculous!!
A person of high status actually displayed a sword power that frightened them all?
"Ling Xiao!! You forced me to do this!!"
Qingyang raised his head and looked at the shadow of the sword falling through the void, and suddenly there was a ray of soul light in his eyes.
Around its body, countless lines of divine souls appear, like a supreme divine realm that transforms itself into the universe and encompasses all the heavens.
Shadow Soul Palace, as the name suggests.
The true inheritance of this power lies in the way of the soul. Once you think of it, the soul is immortal and the body becomes a shadow.
only!!
Even if Qingyang is confident, given his level, it is impossible for someone in the Zun level to break through his soul realm.
However, at the moment when the sword light fell, his face still turned completely pale.
"Boom!"
The golden light sword reflected the nine heavens and slashed down.
The thousands of soul patterns on Qingyang's head dimmed almost instantly.
Then, endless divine brilliance soared into the sky, covering everyone's sight.
And Qingyang's figure finally completely disappeared from everyone's eyes the moment the sword shadow fell.
There was silence on the top of Qingyao Mountain.
Everyone looked at the young man standing in the void with an indifferent expression, with nothing but awe in their eyes.