Chapter 6239 Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect
A spirit like substance descended on Ye Qian, directly locking the Qi around his body.
Ye Qian did not move. This mental power was tenacious and sharp and penetrated into the sword, as if it had been tempered thousands of times and poured into the sword cultivator's will to break the law. Even with Ye Qian's powerful mental power, he could not break this mental lock.
This move of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect can only be done forcefully!
Still underestimated the world!
Ye Qian looked solemnly at the blood sword elder's head in the distance, where the blood sword river was flowing with increasing momentum.
Wanjian Guizong, even a genuine sword cultivator may not be able to understand that this evil magic family has such a genius, it is really incredible.
Ye Qian could have dashed through space, flashed directly to the side of the Blood Sword Elder, and struck down his head with a sword, but Ye Qian had no intention of doing so. He wanted to see which sword was stronger, Wan Jian Guizong, which is known as the ultimate sword cultivator, or his sword.
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An unprecedented pride burst out from Ye Qian's heart. Give you time to build up your momentum. Come on, let me see. Under the seventh level of the Dao Realm, Wan Jian Guizong Neng is known as the number one attacker.
To what extent!
Ye Qian blocked the royal power and wealth behind him, facing the blood sword elder's long river of blood sword horizontally, and slowly closed his eyes.
A fierce aura emerged from Ye Qian's body, but it was not revealed, slowly rising, and the ancient sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.
Infinite spiritual power rushed from Dantian to the ancient sword, but at this moment, the ancient sword did not show the purple light as usual.
Purple lines appeared on the ancient sword's blade. In a moment, purple covered the entire blade.
The purple light spreads, and the blade slowly begins to grow in size under the filling of purple light. It is not covered with a layer of purple light, but actually changes in size from the blade to the blade.
In an instant, the ancient sword expanded to a length of ten feet, and a bright purple light appeared on the blade, constantly absorbing Ye Qian's spirit and momentum.
Behind Ye Qian, Wang Quanfugui looked nervously at the ever-expanding river of blood swords in front of him. Even if the spirit of the underworld formation was cut off by the momentum, Wang Quanfugui was also devastated, and a sense of despair arose in his heart.
Can Master Ye in front of him really block the most powerful attack of this heaven-destroying sword cultivator?
"Blood Sword, stop, stop quickly!"
"Xue Jian, you are crazy, don't act like this!"
"Blood Sword, please aim at Wang Fugui. Please don't kill the alchemist. He is the future of the family..."
The other three elders who came together felt really crazy at this moment. They were almost constantly transmitting messages to Elder Xuejian, and even cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.
They understood Xuejian's mood at this moment, and the three of them also wished they could kill the alchemist with one sword.
But thinking about it, I can’t really do this!
The eighth-level alchemist is related to the family's future rise. If he is destroyed here by Elder Blood Sword's move of Wanjian Guizong, he won't even be able to pass the level of Elder Na of the second clan, let alone the family leader Yusheng!
Urgently, let the three of them go up to interrupt the blood sword elder's momentum. They also didn't dare. If they dare to go up and block this ultimate move, there will be two consequences.
He was accidentally killed by Wan Jian Guizong, or the Blood Sword Elder was counterattacked by a move and directly self-destructed.
Neither of them is what they want, but when the move is completed, the result of the alchemist being killed is also something they cannot bear.
The three elders were completely helpless at this moment, and a sadness that made them want to cry without tears spread in their hearts.
Even the head of the family, Yu Sheng, had already gained a glimpse of the seven great powers in the Dao Realm. After seeing the power of the Blood Sword Elder Wan Jian Guizong, he was speechless for a while and said bluntly that he was unable to answer directly.
That alchemist is dead!
The three elders looked at the gradually formed Wan Jian returning to the sect, and a look of despair appeared on their faces. Although the person was killed by the blood sword, they must bear the consequences together.
Even if they are family elders and kill an eighth-grade alchemist who is related to the family's future, the consequences will be unbearable.
In the hall of death.
Yusheng, the leader of the Quan family, suddenly stood up with a solemn look on his face, forgetting where the Blood Sword Elder Wan Jian had returned to his clan to gather strength.
"Wan Jian returns to the clan! What the hell is the Blood Sword doing? Elder of the second clan, what do you want to do!"
"Master, be careful what you say!"
The elders of the two clans did not even look at Quan Yusheng. They were also looking at the long river of Blood Sword that could be seen from a long distance away. His son's return of the Ten Thousand Swords of the Blood Sword was once the source of his confidence to speak in the family, but he could kill a person.
Does Wang Fugui need Wan Jian to return to his clan?
The elder of the two clans had a bad premonition in his heart. After all, his eldest son holding a sword would most likely die in the hands of the alchemist. It was not inconceivable that he could force the Blood Sword to use Ten Thousand Swords to return to the clan!
The rich man sighed and said nothing. His head hurt so much. It was a good thing that the person killed by the Blood Sword and Ten Thousand Swords was Wang Fugui. If it were the alchemist, the family would really never have peace.
"If the alchemist dies in Wanjian Guizong, the elders of the two clans can just go to the back mountain to live a long life!"
Quan Yusheng sneered, he didn't feel bad when Wang Fugui died. He would protect him if he could, and it wouldn't matter if he couldn't protect him. But if the alchemist died and the patriarch didn't give him an explanation, he would never take it easy.
After Quan Yusheng finished speaking, he skipped the hall and flew towards the battle place.
"Let's all go, there must be a result!"
The boss of the wealthy clan motioned for others to follow, but he was too lazy to say anything. He was tired, and big things can always end up hurting both sides because of internal strife. In the end, no one can take advantage, so why bother!
"Stop the bloody sword!"
Quan Yusheng arrived at the battle place in the blink of an eye. Under his mental induction, the blood sword Changhe formed by Wanjian Guizong was locked on the strange-looking alchemist.
In desperation, Quan Yusheng didn't even send a message and shouted orders directly to the Blood Sword elder, but there was no movement on his body and he stopped not far away.
"Blood Sword, put it away!"
The elders of the two clans also rushed over at this time, and also discovered what they least expected to happen. He quickly stopped his son, feeling very angry. If the alchemist died and returned to the clan after Wan Jian returned to his clan, I'm afraid he would really have to go back to the mountain to be raised.
The clan no longer has any say in the matter.
However, the elders of the two clans also did not dare to step forward and break the blood sword forcibly, so they could only jump to the side anxiously.
The elder of the wealthy clan led the others around, not even wanting to stop talking. He could see clearly that the trend of Wanjian returning to the clan was complete. At this time, he could no longer hold back his moves. There were only those at the seventh level of the Peeping Dao Realm in the family.
Patriarch Yusheng was able to block this move despite being injured.
The wealthy family elder looked at Quan Yusheng, whose face turned dark, and sighed in his heart. I am afraid that the family leader was so happy that he wished that the alchemist died and returned to the clan with Wanjian, so that he could directly overthrow the elders of the second clan, and from then on the family
Everything is under control.
There is no such thing as blocking the alchemist's gun!
Just leave it to fate!
"Come die!"
An unstoppable sword light appeared outside the Blood Sword River, and the return of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect finally took shape. A murderous intent appeared on the face of the Blood Sword elder, and he pinched his handprint, pointing directly at Ye Qian, who killed his elder brother.
Like a bloody waterfall falling from the sky, with the force of the sword that goes forward indomitably and destroys the law of destruction, the long river of blood sword sweeps towards Ye Qian.
It’s over! The three elders next to me felt dead in their hearts, and they closed their eyes in resignation."
Die well! A smile appeared at the corner of Quan Yusheng's mouth, and asked the old man of the second clan, Yu Shashen Hall, right in front of him, so die!
"No!" The hearts of the two clansmen were trembling. A hand of majestic blood-colored spiritual power surged out and struck the river of blood sword directly at the waist, but it was of no use. Instead, the blood-colored spiritual power was swallowed up completely by the long river.
The elder of the two clans instantly withdrew his spiritual power and sighed dejectedly. He became a little older in an instant, looking at the long river of blood swords going away, just like the power within his own clan, getting further and further away.
"Dead!" Behind Ye Qian, the king, power and wealth were completely shocked by the river of blood sword pouring down, as if they were stunned, and their breathing stopped.
"What a great return to the Wanjian clan!"
Facing the river of bloody swords pouring down to destroy the world, Ye Qian could feel the edge and power even from dozens of meters away.
Before the sword arrived, its sword force had already arrived. There were traces of blood on Ye Qian's face, and the clothes on his body were cut into countless pieces. However, Ye Qian locked them with Qi machine and barely kept them intact.
Ye Qian's spiritual power was all on the sword at the moment, and he could no longer use half of his spiritual power for defense.
"When this knife comes out, you will see blood!"
Ye Qian suddenly opened his eyes, a light that shocked his heart and spleen flashed through, and the blade of the ancient knife in his hand flowed with brilliance.
"This knife can break everything!"
Ye Qian's whole body contained a steady momentum like a volcano erupting. The blade of the ancient sword trembled slightly, and there was a faint sound of the sword.
"This sword is invincible in every battle!"
An unyielding will to fight against the heavens and the earth soared into the sky. Ye Qian stood up and slowly raised the ancient sword. The tip of the sword brought out ripples of nothingness, as if the space where the ancient sword passed by was trembling.
When the long river of blood sword formed by the return of ten thousand swords was only one meter away from Ye Qian, and when the rich and powerful people behind him closed their eyes in despair and died, Ye Qian finally raised the ancient sword in his hand to the highest level.
"Kill!" Ye Qian took half a step back and shouted, with the invincible will, he turned sideways and slashed hard at the river of blood sword that was about to arrive in an instant.
There is no dazzling sword light in the past, no magnificent momentum of the Ten Thousand Swords Returning Clan, the ancient sword cuts through the void, and spreads out silently like ripples of nothingness.
The unstoppable, indomitable sword flowed forward in an instant, as if its edge had been broken, and its momentum was intercepted.
In a moment, where the ripples of the void passed, the Blood Sword River split into two, rushing diagonally across both sides of Ye Qian's body, cutting out two chasms that were dozens of miles long, more than a foot wide, and bottomless.
Everyone in the field was stunned with anger, but at the same time they were relieved, it’s good that they didn’t die!
I don’t know where the evildoer came from, but he can even break through Wanjian Guizong with one sword!
"What's the name of the sword technique?" Elder Xuejian's face was so pale that he was hovering in the air, and his sharp voice sounded a bit broken.
"Unnamed!" Ye Qian glanced at the Blood Sword Elder and replied seriously.
He really doesn't have a name, and without the pressure of you returning to the clan with ten thousand swords, he wouldn't be able to use this move.
"What a sword!" Elder Xuejian closed his eyes after saying this.
A line of blood emerged from the middle of the body, the night wind blew by, and the elder Blood Sword split into two halves and fell...