When they heard Ye Qun's shouts, these old guys and babies were so angry that their faces turned green.
"Ye Qun, do you want to die?" an old guy yelled angrily.
But will Ye Qun be afraid of them? The strength of everyone is not very different, and Ye Qun still has a numerical advantage.
Therefore, when faced with this guy's threat, Ye Qun just smiled coldly.
"It's so funny, do you think you can beat me? Old man, if you have the guts to come here, I can slap you so hard that your parents won't even recognize you." Ye Qun hooked his hand towards the old man from the Sword King's Mansion,
Arrogant talk.
At this moment, the old men in the Sword King's Mansion were so angry that they were about to explode.
"Su Qiye, be careful!" Wang Churan shouted to Su Qiye. She wanted to take off her soft gold armor and give it to Su Qiye.
However, the monks from the Lingjian Sect and the Sword King's Mansion surrounded her tightly. If it weren't for several of Ye Qun's men, Wang Churan would have been killed by now.
Not to mention sending gold silk armor, there is no chance of survival.
Su Qiye looked back at Wang Churan, with a faint smile on his lips and said: "Don't worry, I'll show you how strong I am later!"
His smile was very confident, confident and calm.
Wang Churan didn't know why, but when she saw Su Qiye's smile, the tip of her nose felt sore and twitched slightly, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
She knew that Su Qiye's battle would be a disaster.
Because what he faced was Jian Qiankun, a seventh-level Martial Saint Realm powerhouse. Although it was just a split soul with a thought, and his strength was far less than that of the Martial Saint Realm, he had also reached the Martial Emperor Realm!
In the entire Sword Palace, no one dares to say that they can block the attack of Sword Qiankun.
That's why Wang Churan was like this. The soreness on the tip of her nose made her fall into deep self-blame.
Originally, Su Qiye could survive, but he gave himself the only protective treasure.
That piece of gold-threaded soft armor can defend against a full blow from a sixth-level Martial Emperor.
In other words, if Su Qiye had this golden soft armor, he would not be afraid of Sword Qiankun. All he had to do was delay the time and use up the energy of Sword Qiankun's mind-splitting soul.
But now, Su Qiye is in danger.
At this time, Su Qiye also glanced at Duan De.
"Damn fat man, take the sword!" Su Qiye threw the Shangqing Sword directly.
I saw the blue-green Shangqing Sword turning into a stream of blue light and flying over everyone's heads.
"Quickly, stop him!" the elder of Lingjian Sect yelled, knowing what this was.
He looked very excited, that was the Shangqing Sword, a holy sword!
When a martial arts master saw this, he also saw that this was no ordinary sword, so he jumped up and wanted to grab the sword.
However, a monk from the Tianlang Sect on the side slashed away with a sword.
Chi!
puff!
The guy suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then fell straight down.
The body was directly broken into two pieces. The Shangqing Sword cut him off directly, and the blood mixed with the minced meat and internal organs fell to the ground.
This guy wanted to cut him off midway, but he didn't expect the Shangqing Sword to be so powerful. As soon as it made contact, it shot out a beam of sword light and cut him in half.
The scene in front of them really shocked the monks around who were ready to make a move.
They never thought that this Shangqing Sword would be so perverted.
"This..." Someone wanted to take action, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they immediately gave up.
"Hurry up and stop it!" The old men in Jianwang Mansion shouted.
They all know what this Shangqing Sword represents. Once it falls into Duan De's hands, Duan De's combat effectiveness will increase several times.
At this time, when Duan De saw the Shangqing Sword flying in the sky, he became excited.
"Damn it, you are really my good big brother, you should have given it to me a long time ago!" Duan De was excited, his eyes were full of ecstasy, and his little heart was pounding.
Because after he has this Shangqing Sword, it won't be so difficult when he faces Mo Wuchen.
That feeling of powerlessness naturally disappeared.
Mo Wuchen turned around and saw the Shangqing Sword that was about to fall. His eyes narrowed and he had a bad premonition.
Then he slashed it out with a knife.
Phew~
The sword's light was like lightning, extremely swift and violent.
"Mo Wuchen, don't even think about stopping me!" Duan De cursed angrily. He immediately raised the copper coin sword in his hand and slashed out with a fierce sword. The golden sword light roared.
He wanted to stop Mo Wuchen.
Fighting broke out again between the two sides.
After Su Qiye threw the Shangqing Sword, he turned to look at Jian Wushuang, who was wrapped in golden light.
At this time, the golden light gradually dimmed, and the shadow of the sword Qiankun could be vaguely seen.
However, Jian Qiankun is possessed by Jian Wushuang, so Jian Wushuang's whole aura looks different.
Just this look can make people feel trembling all over and trembling in their souls.
"Boy, it was you last time!" Jian Qiankun recognized Su Qiye.
Because Jian Wushuang's younger brother Jian Wufeng died in the hands of Su Qiye.
"Old man, we meet again. Last time you were beaten by my elder brother so much that you didn't even recognize your parents. What's wrong? You dare to come this time?" Su Qiye responded with a sneer.
Even if the opponent was Jian Qiankun, no matter what, Su Qiye showed no fear and directly cursed arrogantly.
When the surrounding monks heard Su Qiye's scolding, they all raised their brows and showed surprised expressions.
This Su Qiye is too arrogant, too arrogant.
"Is this guy really not afraid of death? He dares to be so arrogant even in front of Jian Qiankun!" Some monks complained.
"Oh, is he afraid of death now? Can he escape death? This is just a dying struggle before death." Another monk sneered.
"That's right, even our old palace master has appeared now. This guy won't live long. I guess he will be broken in half with one strike from my old palace master's sword."
"Return a sword? I think the old palace master's sword energy can cut him in half."
They were all members of the Lingjian Sect and the Sword King's Mansion. They were watching a show on the sidelines, waiting for Su Qiye to be beheaded. Their eyes were filled with jests and sarcasm.
Although Ye Qun firmly suppressed He Kun, he was actually uneasy in his heart.
After all, the strength of this sword Qiankun is so strong that even a wisp of willpower is enough to instantly kill anyone present.
If Su Qiye can't solve the split soul of Jian Qiankun's will, then he will definitely be in big trouble.
"Su Qiye, you must hold on for one cup of tea. If it lasts longer than one cup of tea, the old guy's will will dissipate." Ye Qun shouted to Su Qiye.
In fact, he did not expect Su Qiye to be able to solve the problem of Sword Qiankun. He only hoped that Su Qiye could exhaust the power of Sword Qiankun, and then this ray of will will naturally dissipate.
"Hmph! I want you to talk more!" Jian Qiankun shouted coldly.
A super strong air wave shot out like a sharp sword and headed straight for Ye Qun.
At this time, Ye Qun was fighting with He Kun, but he did not expect that the sword Qiankun would suddenly attack him.
Therefore, he was caught off guard for a moment.
Bang!
puff!
Ye Qun's whole body seemed to have been hit hard on the head by a heavy hammer. He flew backwards and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He Kun looked overjoyed when he saw this scene. This is a good opportunity!