The Xuan Yan Sword returned to Ye Qinghuan's hand. At this moment, a violent burst of sound suddenly sounded on Elder Kong's body.
"Boom! Boom!"
Even if Elder Kong concentrated his internal strength, the power of the explosion caused by Sound Breaking Slash could not be easily resisted. A huge burst of smoke rose from Elder Kong's body, obscuring Elder Kong's figure.
However, Ye Qinghuan's consciousness was able to clearly see the scene inside. He sensed that the old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal energy barrier was broken, and there were several blood marks all over his body, indicating that he was injured.
It's a pity that I couldn't kill this old guy with one sword!
Ye Qinghuan felt a pang of regret in his heart. If this person was just an innate person, he would have died by Ye Qinghuan's sword long ago.
But this old man should be a strong man of the third level of Xiantian. Even if Ye Qinghuan used Po Yin Slash and changed the original flying sword to the current Xuanyan sword, it only caused him injuries.
The smoke dissipated, and sure enough, a figure with ragged clothes and scars all over his body slowly emerged.
"Okay, okay! You dare to hurt me. I, Kong Fansun, swear that you will pay with your life!" Elder Kong shouted angrily, with bursts of light shining from his eyes.
"Is it?"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were extremely cold and he sneered.
"Then it depends on whether you die or I die!"
Ye Qinghuan stared coldly, holding the Xuan Yan Sword, the fiery red sword light kept spitting out, and his whole body seemed to be filled with sharp sword intent, domineering, cold, and arrogant.
Kong Fansun's pupils shrank, but his heart suddenly tightened. He had been injured. In the world, a young man in his twenties was injured in his hands!
His heart was constantly shaking. This young man's strength and methods were too terrifying. He didn't know what kind of terrifying methods this young man had.
"You, what are you going to do? Do you think that I, a third-level innate warrior, will not be a match for a young man?" Kong Fansun shouted coldly.
Ye Qinghuan said nothing, and walked towards him with a cold expression. His steps were not fast. With every step he took, his sword intent strengthened, and the piercing killing intent bloomed instantly in the space.
"kill!"
Ye Qinghuan stared coldly. The Xuan Yan Sword in his hand turned into a red light again and disappeared into the space in the blink of an eye.
It’s this trick again!
Kong Fansun's pupils suddenly shrank, and a look of horror appeared on his face. He was really not sure he could catch it again.
"Okay, I'll be cruel to you!"
Unexpectedly, Kong Fansun jumped up without any hesitation, his body suddenly disappeared, turned into a rainbow, and fled quickly.
"Boy, no matter where you are in the world, remember, I, Kong Fansun, swear that our Soul Flame Pavilion will definitely cut you into pieces!"
Far away in the horizon, a cold voice came from afar.
The dignified elder of the ancient world actually ran away, leaving only a harsh word behind.
"Soul Flame Pavilion, your entire sect will definitely be expelled from the ancient world."
Ye Qinghuan murmured lightly.
"puff!"
At this time, Ye Qinghuan's expression changed, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. His entire face became extremely pale, and his originally domineering, cold and arrogant aura instantly became weak.
"Boom!"
The Xuanyan Sword also appeared at this time and fell directly from mid-air.
Just now, Ye Qinghuan didn't want to use Sound Breaking Slash at all. His consciousness could only be used once. Although the Xuan Yan Sword could be used continuously, his consciousness couldn't hold on.
Just now, he was just scaring this old guy. He himself had suffered huge backlash and was seriously injured, but he was just suppressing it with all his strength.
If Kong Fansun hadn't escaped just now, then Ye Qinghuan would be the worst offender.
His meridians have been greatly damaged by the backlash, and the spiritual power brought by the middle-grade spiritual stones has also been consumed a lot.
Originally, Ye Qinghuan was able to fight against Kong Fansun because of the short-term spiritual power brought by this middle-grade spiritual stone. Once the time is up, his strength will decrease.
What's more, he was seriously injured.
So the only option is to scare this old guy away.
However, Ye Qinghuan also has his own trump card, which is the blood-killing bead. This is his last trump card. Once activated, its powerful combat power will definitely kill Kong Fansun.
During the battle in South Vietnam, he killed thousands of people and used it to repair this blood-slaying bead. Once activated, it can explode with very powerful strength.
But Kong Fansun is a strong man of the third level of innateness after all. If Ye Qinghuan wants to kill him, he must fully activate the blood-slaying bead.
This is definitely not what Ye Qinghuan wants to see. If he had not pressed the moment and had not reached the last step of his life, Ye Qinghuan would definitely not be willing to activate the blood-killing bead.
Especially if he is fully activated, it is almost certain that he will completely fall. Even if he practices Xuan Jue, he cannot suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
In this way, Ye Qinghuan will be completely reduced to a killing machine, and his will will be eroded by the blood-slaying beads.
In this case, Ye Qinghuan will once again become the god of death in the universe, Duguxiao who has lost his will.
This is what Ye Qinghuan is extremely afraid of. It is not worth it to activate the blood-killing bead for a warrior on earth!
He doesn't deserve it either!
Ye Qinghuan's Blood-Slaying Beads gave Ye Qinghuan the strength to cut down stars, and the Blood-Slaying Beads resisted those who could move mountains and seas and cut through the void.
"The blood-killing bead cannot be activated unless I die!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said with a hint of fear. He remembered the horror of losing his will and never wanted to be reduced to that kind of existence again.
"You have to leave quickly, otherwise the old guy will call other innate warriors, which will only cause more trouble!"
Ye Qinghuan's face was as pale as paper. He gritted his teeth and stepped on the Xuan Yan Sword. It turned into a rainbow and disappeared into the open space.
Kong Fansun, Soul Flame Pavilion, and I, Ye Qinghuan, will be the day your sect is destroyed when we step into the ancient world!
Ye Qinghuan stood on the Xuan Yan Sword, enduring the injuries in his body, and thought indifferently.
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Three days later.
In Yanjing, in an ancient mansion, a cold and powerful aura shot straight into the sky.
"Team leader, we're out of seclusion!"
At this time, the four Martial Emperors of China were sitting cross-legged in a secret room. They all opened their eyes, and there was a burst of surprise in their eyes.
After walking out of the room and into the courtyard, the four of them walked along a path at high speed.
"Mu Chen, the team leader is about to leave seclusion now, are you nervous?" At this time, Zhang Qingshan was walking quickly with a sneer on his face.
He remembered what happened that day. In South Vietnam, when Ye Qinghuan was at his weakest, he originally wanted to seize the opportunity and kill Ye Qinghuan directly, but was stopped by Mu Chen.
He had been extremely angry in his heart and was waiting to report to Song Longcheng. "I, Mu Chen, have a clear conscience, what should I be afraid of?" Mu Chen said with a normal expression.