In the Stone House Tavern, the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Qinglin held the Qiushui Sword in his hand, trying to stay calm and not intending to give in to the opponent.
Qiu Yue sneered and glanced at the people behind him.
"Senior brother, don't worry, just leave this girl to us."
Four monks from the Blood Hidden Palace walked out behind Qiu Yue. Without exception, they were all at the eighth level of Dragon Vein.
They activated the Arhat's golden body, and a golden glow bloomed all over his body, and they rushed towards Qinglin.
These few people are quite powerful, much stronger than ordinary casual cultivators.
The golden glow blooming all over the body is filled with a terrifying evil aura, which is exactly the characteristic of the Blood Demon Book of Secrets of the Blood Hidden Palace.
Si Xueyi continued to drink and made no move.
Clang!
There was a harsh sound of unsheathing, and then the sword light exploded, illuminating the entire stone house tavern.
The glare of the light caused many people to squint their eyes involuntarily.
The autumn water comes out of its sheath and its sharp edge emerges.
Even Si Xueyi couldn't help but praise it in his heart, it was really a sword.
The four people who were attacked by the Blood Hidden Palace were all injured by the sword light before they had time to react.
Under this sharp edge, their Arhat's Golden Body was completely ineffective.
The four people let out shrill screams and were knocked to the ground by the sword light. They were in too much pain to even cry out.
"What's going on?"
Qiu Yue, who was still confident and calm just now, changed his face slightly and looked towards Qinglin in surprise.
Clang!
Qing Lin sheathed her sword, looked indifferent, raised her eyes and said: "Get out of here, don't force me to go on a killing spree."
There was silence in the hall. Many people were drinking and secretly looking at the Qiu Shui Sword.
Now all fools know that there is something wrong with this sword.
It is definitely not an ordinary holy weapon. It is most likely made by a famous master. It may even be an ancient sword from the mythical era.
The power of this holy sword is a bit too terrifying. It actually defeated four eighth-level dragon vein monks in a single encounter.
The corner of Qiu Yue's mouth twitched, and his face looked gloomy and uncertain.
But in the end, he did not choose to take the risk. He called on others to help the fallen man up, and then said in a deep voice: "The power of the holy sword is indeed terrifying. I can't afford to offend the little master of Penglai Pavilion. I'll leave now."
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He chose to avoid it, leaving many theatergoers disappointed.
"Walk."
Qiu Yue left with a group of people in a grand manner, and a storm just ended.
Qing Lin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and walk towards Si Xueyi when Qiu Yue suddenly turned around, walked over quickly, and said with a smile: "Have you ever killed anyone, little Pavilion Master?"
Qing Lin was stunned immediately, but Qiu Yue's expression suddenly changed, and the evil energy all over his body suddenly burst out.
His eyes turned blood red, and the moment Qinglin's eyes met each other, he felt like they were in endless purgatory.
All around were the wailing sounds of various resentful souls, and fear spread along his sight, making Qing Lin feel terrified.
Phew!
The moment she woke up, Qiu Yue had already taken action in the midst of lightning and flint, and a long knife burning with blood flames burst out from his palm.
Qing Lin was hit on the spot and injured his right shoulder. He couldn't help but take several steps back.
She was invaded by blood evil, her fair and delicate face was as pale as paper, and her lips began to turn purple.
"You really don't know how to live or die. You have never killed anyone before and you dare to break into the Forbidden Earth Divine Skeleton and bring the holy soldiers with you..."
Qiu Yue quickly stepped forward, kicked the Qiu Shui Sword away from the opponent's hand, and then knocked it away with a palm from the air.
Qing Lin was in severe pain all over his body, but he held in his breath and refused to scream.
She secretly looked at Si Xueyi and found that he was eating wine leisurely and showed no signs of taking action.
Qing Lin suddenly felt extremely wronged. The severe pain just now could not break her heart, but now she couldn't hold back the tears.
She was in a desperate situation, but Si Xueyi was still in the mood to drink.
Qiu Yue's golden flame sword was extremely terrifying. At this moment, the blood evil invaded his internal organs, and it was extremely difficult for Qing Lin to even stand up.
Qiu Yue held the Qiushui Sword, looked at the inscription on the scabbard, and his pupils shrank sharply.
What a holy sword from the mythical age!
His heart was beating wildly and he tried hard to control his expression, but he still couldn't hide his excitement.
The ancient inscriptions on the scabbard are absolutely impossible to imitate by future generations.
Hahaha!
It’s really developed now!
Qiu Yue was so excited that he almost went crazy. Even with an ordinary holy sword, he could make unimaginable money.
The result is a holy sword from the mythical age, which is almost a blessing.
"I may not be able to keep this sword. After I go back, I'd better give it to the elders of the sect. It's also a disaster in my hands. Having an ordinary holy sword is enough for me to do whatever I want."
Qiu Yue's thoughts changed, and he soon had an idea in his mind.
"Brother, what should I do with this woman?"
Several other people looked at Qing Lin, with lustful and evil looks in their eyes, and their meaning was self-evident.
"Don't worry about her."
Qiu Yue smiled. He was very calm. This was not the time for lust.
"Thank you, little Pavilion Master, for giving me the sword. Qiu will definitely come to thank you someday."
He laughed loudly, and this time he really planned to leave.
Inside the Stone House Tavern, many eyes fell on Qiu Yue, including some ruthless people.
But after all, they were afraid of the Blood Hidden Palace and did not dare to take risks here.
"Who gave you permission to leave?"
Si Xueyi put down her wine glass and suddenly spoke.
Qiu Yue and his party immediately noticed Si Xueyi and couldn't help but look back, their expressions lighting up.
"Who do you think you are? You dare to interfere with our Xueyin Palace's affairs?"
A young man in blue next to Qiu Yue, with an indifferent expression, mocked Si Xueyi with a hint of disdain.
He didn't take Si Xueyi seriously. As Qinglin's companion, he hadn't taken any action just now.
He's obviously a coward.
The young man in purple couldn't scold Si Xueyi enough. He took a step forward and was ready to teach Si Xueyi a lesson.
Phew!
But as soon as his steps hit the ground, a sudden flash of lightning flashed by, and the bamboo hat on Si Xue's clothes was inserted into his neck.
The bamboo hat was half-embedded like a blade, and blood was flowing freely, and it seemed like he was barely able to breathe.
The sudden scene frightened all the monks in the hall.
Countless eyes all looked towards Si Xueyi, and then they were shocked again. Si Xueyi's appearance and temperament made the monks on the scene suffocate for a moment.
In this stone house tavern where dragons and snakes live together among three religions and nine schools.
Si Xueyi's boundless grace was as if a certain holy son had arrived here, and everyone present was incompatible with him.
Qiu Yue was also stunned. He could see at a glance that this young man in white was extremely terrifying.
With a wave of his hand, he was able to destroy an eighth-level Dragon Vein cultivator. Even he couldn't do it easily.
But after all, he is a ruthless person in the top three hundred on the Dragon List, and he immediately reacted when he lost his mind for a moment.
Qiu Yue held the hilt of the sword and raised his hand to pull out the holy sword.
He was not as strong as himself, and with the Qiushui Sword, Qiu Yue was very confident that he could crush his opponent within three moves.
Si Xueyi predicted his prediction in advance, and almost instantly, the sword pill derived from the divine dragon sword heart in the sea of consciousness bloomed.
boom!
The terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, and the sound of the sword burst out loud and high-pitched in his body, echoing endlessly in the stone house.
The swords of many monks present flew towards Si Xueyi uncontrollably, as if they were worshiping a sword immortal.
The Autumn Water Sword in Qiu Yue's hand was no exception. He broke free and flew towards the latter.
Whoosh!
Si Xueyi raised her hand and grasped the flying Qiushui Sword.
Hum, the other swords were pulled by the sword intention, and at this moment they were strangely hovering in mid-air, as if time was forbidden.
Si Xueyi's other hand was not idle either. He activated the Vajra Demon Subduing Seal, reversed the wind and thunder, and immediately pulled Qing Lin in the distance and sat down next to him.
He held the opponent's wrist and thrust his sword into it.
In an instant, all the stubborn blood demons in Qing Lin's body were cut off, and the latter's face instantly turned rosy.
Like a withered flower coming to life.
Save people and seize swords, all in one go.
Si Xueyi put down the Qiu Shui Sword, drank a cup by himself, and said with a smile: "Don't ask me what I am, I am nothing. Let's go together, don't be ridiculous."
Facing the Bloody Hidden Palace that everyone was afraid of, Si Xueyi didn't panic at all.
After drinking all the wine in the glass, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of disdain and arrogance.
It was only at this moment that the sword hovering in mid-air fell down with a clatter.
"Kill him!"
Qiu Yue shouted angrily, and many disciples from Xueyin Palace immediately surrounded him.
Si Xueyi was not in a hurry, she gently raised the back of her hand, and the chopsticks standing on the table rose into the air, and then flew out like a sharp sword.
He was very calm, drinking and taking action at the same time.
The chopsticks, blessed by the divine dragon's sword intention, forced the disciples of the Blood Hidden Palace completely unable to get close.
A few unlucky ones were stabbed between their eyebrows, and their heads were blown off on the spot.
Qing Lin's face, which had just regained some color, turned pale again with fright, and his body was trembling desperately.
Qiu Yue was furious and raised his hand to slap him from the air.
It is the famous trump card of Xueyin Palace, the Golden Flame Sword!
Seeing the long sword condensed with blood flames coming at him, Si Xueyi's eyes showed disappointment and he murmured: "It turns out that not everyone's golden flame swords are golden."
This golden flame knife reminded him of an old friend, an old friend who almost forced him into a desperate situation.
Si Xueyi put down the wine glass, put her fingers together, and hung them in the air.
boom!
The divine dragon swordsmanship scattered in all directions quickly gathered together, and the long sword of blood flame seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. It could no longer get even half an inch closer to Si Xueyi.
Before Qiu Yue could be shocked, Si Xueyi smiled faintly, and with a loud bang, the blood flame sword shattered into pieces and flew away in all directions.
Suddenly there was a loud noise and the tavern hall became a mess.
"You can't do it!"
Si Xueyi smiled and then said: "I will also give you a sword."
He put his fingers together and stabbed forward. The invisible sword intention evolved into a beam of bright sword light and whizzed away. The sword light was surrounded by a constantly circling dragon shadow.
Phew!
Qiu Yue barely blocked it, but was still thrown away and hit the wall of the Stone House Tavern.
The other monks in the tavern were all shocked.
From the beginning to the end, Si Xueyi never really moved and sat at the wine table.
While talking and laughing, he forced this ruthless man who was ranked among the top 300 on the Dragon Ranking into a dilemma and manipulated him in the palm of his hand.
When Qiu Yue fell, blood stains spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he looked at Si Xueyi in disbelief: "Who are you?"
Si Xueyi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Si Xueyi, Si Xueyi of the Holy Academy."
The monks in the hall were suddenly in an uproar, and their hearts were beating crazily.
Countless eyes fell on Si Xueyi, and they were all shocked. The Holy Court was banishing Si Xueyi to immortality!