Tianjiu Shengguan Mansion disappears into nothingness.
Not even a single green brick or tile was left behind.
The head of the purple dragon, with its ferocious and terrifying face, seems to swallow up everything.
Under the purple dragon's head, Luo Jiu's arms were bleeding profusely.
Her hair was flying wildly, and she did not look like the number one saint in the Northern Territory today.
The face that was once cold, arrogant, and aloof became slightly ferocious, with cracked eyes.
"Qin Changqing!"
She was roaring like blood dripping from her heart.
Everything his master had left behind, and everything he had worked so hard to build, was all turned into nothingness at this moment.
Luo Jiu felt as if endless hatred arose in her heart.
This kind of hatred, hatred for Qin Xuan, is also in herself.
Qin Xuan stood high in the sky with his hands behind his back, facing the gaze of all living beings in the Nine Saints Pass.
He looked at Luo Jiu calmly, and quietly, the purple dragon disappeared into smoke.
"Qin Changqing, if you are like this, you think I will be afraid!"
Luo Jiu's voice was hoarse, like a low roar.
She stared at Qin Xuan, with no fear in her eyes.
Qin Xuan smiled softly and said nothing.
In an instant, Luo Jiu stepped on his foot and disappeared into the sky and earth.
In the eyes of all living beings, Luo Jiu appeared in front of Qin Xuan in just an instant.
In the palm of his hand, there was the Holy Yuan Ning Sword, which was slashed down suddenly.
The sword was three inches away from Qin Xuan and was already stagnant.
Qin Xuan looked at the holy sword. Its terrifying edge was enough to cut mountains and rivers into pieces, but to him, it was still insignificant.
The realm of the open sky can control all laws.
boom!
Luo Jiu's sword failed, and he fell again with one sword.
This sword, this sword, almost stopped in front of Qin Xuan.
Boom boom boom...
Under the madness on Luo Jiumu's face, in just a dozen breaths of time, he cut down many swords.
The light of his sword seemed to fill the entire sky.
Until Luo Jiu stopped, Qin Xuan's body was covered with thirteen thousand Saint Yuan swords, almost layer upon layer without any gaps.
All sentient beings looked at this scene and couldn't help but be extremely shocked.
Each sword is enough to kill the saint who is in the first stage of becoming a saint.
If it were any living being under the Nine Saint Pass today, I am afraid that they would all perish in it.
"The No. 1 Saint in the Northern Territory truly deserves his reputation!"
"Qin Changqing, can he stop it!?"
"This is the Saint Yuan of the second stage of becoming a Saint!?"
All living beings look up to them, this kind of battle is beyond them.
Even as a semi-saint, almost no one could see how Luo Jiu would do it.
Luo Jiu's face was even more bloodshot, and his face was red.
Drops of sweat slid down her face.
At this moment, a faint voice sounded from within the Thirteen Thousand Swords.
"Is this your Luo Jiu's full strength? The Jiuji Holy Sword Technique is good, but it's a pity..."
boom!
It was as if the whole world was shaking crazily.
In the void, one ripple after another is like shaking everything. Even these ripples are enough to annihilate the Immortal Lord.
On the sword of 13,000 Saint Yuans, cracks appeared one after another.
It spreads, cracks, and breaks like a spider web.
Debris all over the sky slowly fell, and Luo Jiu's eyes were fixed on Qin Xuan.
There was unwillingness, anger, and resentment in her eyes...
Qin Xuan was still as indifferent and calm as before.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's sleeves brushed slightly.
It was like a spring breeze blowing past Luo Jiu's body.
In just an instant, Luo Jiu's body drew a long arc on the Nine Saints Pass.
The holy blood dripped down bit by bit and fell on the Tianjiu Holy Pass.
Seventy thousand miles!
With just one move of his sleeve, Luo was pushed back 970,000 miles.
Before Luo Jiu could react, he used up all his holy energy and rose up. Suddenly, Luo Jiu seemed to react to something.
She raised her head slightly and looked above her head.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of Luo Jiu's mouth, slowly dripping from his chin.
His messy hair was moving faintly, and a figure was imprinted in his eyes.
High above, as if on the top of the sky, quietly overlooking her.
It was as if he was the master of this world, and she was just a drop in the ocean.
Luo Jiu suddenly laughed, "Qin Changqing, so what if he dies? Why be afraid!"
She roared, and at this moment, all her power exploded.
The Holy Yuan, the Holy Thought, and the Holy Blood were poured in front of her at this moment, turning into a golden-red sword.
Luo Jiu's seven orifices were bleeding and bleeding.
Qin Xuan looked down at Luo Jiu quietly, his body falling slowly.
When the body falls, the sword rises!
boom!
At the Nine Saints Pass, Qin Xuan stepped on the golden-red sword in an instant.
Immediately, Qin Xuan, the sword at his feet, and Luo Jiu fell into the ground in an instant.
In an instant, the entire Tianjiu Holy Pass, where the two men fell with one sword, began to sink, and cracks spread out in all directions like spider webs.
Every crack felt like the entire land was broken.
This roaring sound spread for dozens of breaths.
Until all the sentient beings stood still, they looked at the land in shock.
The entire earth was almost sunken for thousands of feet, and the inside was like molten fire.
And in the deepest part of the sinking, a figure stood with hands behind his back.
Qin Xuan's gaze was leisurely. At his feet, the blood-red sword dissipated little by little like clouds of smoke.
Luo Jiu knelt on the ground, as if crawling on the ground.
She was supported by her legs and arms, and her body was full of cracks.
The holy blood drips down on this earth little by little, and does not stick to it or disperse.
From Luo Jiu's mouth, holy blood continued to flow out.
"Qin...cough cough..." Luo Jiu opened his mouth, and after spitting out just one word, he almost coughed violently. The holy blood mixed with all the fragments and sprayed out from his mouth onto the ground.
Qin Xuan stepped on Luo Jiu's back. He never looked at Luo Jiu, but raised his head slightly.
"Luo Jiu, you have good talent, but you shouldn't be so self-righteous in the past!"
Qin Xuan said calmly, "If there were no causes in the past, there would be no results today!"
"Perhaps, in your eyes, you are not wrong!"
His eyes were calm. Although Luo Jiu had never taken a liking to him in the past and regarded Qin Changqing as a mote of ants, this was not a mistake. He, Qin Changqing, regarded all living beings as a mote of ants.
Luo Jiu is not wrong, just ignorant.
But even so, there is a price.
The Qing Emperor cannot be humiliated!
These five words are more than just words!?
Two hundred years ago, Luo Jiu was high and mighty, but today, he, Qin Changqing, has a holy figure on his feet.
"However, you should be glad that at least you didn't do anything random at the beginning!"
Qin Xuan suddenly stepped on his feet and stood up slowly in white clothes, "I will spare your life, but this life may not belong to you!"
"If you lose your stature as a saint, or if you seek revenge, I, Qin Changqing, should take back this life!"
Qin Xuan's body appeared in mid-air.
He looked longingly and called softly: "Hong Yi, it's time to go!"
Qin Hongyi immediately jumped into the air from the teaching stick.
In just a few blinks, Qin Xuan appeared next to him.
Qin Xuan's gaze passed over Qin Lei and Ning Wuque, including Wen Rujun, the five great saints.