"Two thousand years later?" The Holy Son obviously could not understand what Qin Lang meant. Even a cultivator who could change the rules of heaven would not be able to accurately predict the future.
But when Qin Lang said this, he was so sure, as if this was the truth and he had already seen it.
The saint looked at the withered sacred tree behind Qin Lang, and her beautiful face sank little by little. She gradually gave up and continued to use the golden blade magical power, because she could see that this level of magical power would be difficult to deal with when facing
Against an opponent like Qin Changkong, it is simply futile. Even if there are ten times more golden light blades, they will not be able to defeat such a huge withered sacred tree.
This tree almost seems to take over the entire world. Even half of its branches and leaves are still growing and sprouting new branches, leaves and green buds, as if it will never stop.
And the damage she caused to the withered sacred tree was far less than the other half of its branches and leaves that kept decaying and falling. This magical tree seemed to be maintaining a strange balance. No matter how many branches and leaves it grew,
Try to wither an equal number of branches and leaves to maintain this balance.
She didn't know what kind of magical power it was, but she knew that this kind of magical power was far more powerful than what she and the Son had mastered.
Only the Holy Son, his pride still made him not believe that Qin Changkong could defeat him, so he quickly stabilized his body and drew out his holy sword.
"Luo Tianqie, a sacred weapon inherited by Daluo Tianzong for 33,000 years, has killed strong men at the level of out-of-body immortals and harmed strong men who have passed the divine level. The sect master handed it to me two hundred and seventy years ago.
, you are honored to be able to witness the glory of this holy sword." The moment the Holy Son held Luo Tianqie, his face was radiant, as if he was not the one whose golden body was shattered just now and who flew backwards in embarrassment.
With this legendary holy weapon in hand, he really has nothing to fear. No matter how strong Qin Changkong is, can he be stronger than the out-of-body immortal that Luo Tianqie once killed? Can he be stronger than the injured Luo Tianqie?
Are you distracted?
He valued this opportunity so much that he even brought this sacred weapon given by the sect. He originally wanted to kill gods and Buddhas. Before Qin Changkong appeared, his Luo
Tianqie was prepared for the Black Fox Elder. In his eyes, the only monk who could compete with him and the Saint was the Black Fox Elder.
Unexpectedly, Qin Changkong, a Nascent Soul monk who emerged from a remote galaxy, would force him to draw his sword in advance.
But now that he has drawn the sword, he is a cruel and cold swordsman. The sword does not drink blood, and he has no intention of taking it back. Even if the opponent is a strong man like Qin Changkong who has weird magical powers and a cultivation level that is not weaker than his, he is confident that he will take it back.
The opponent is cut in half.
This is the dignity and pride of the Holy Son of Daluo Tianzong!
"call out!"
The one-and-a-half-meter-long Luotian Sword blade cut through the air, like a knife cutting through the water, sharply dividing the calm water waves in half, and struck Qin Changkong's forehead in a flash.
The Saint couldn't help but say hello in her heart. She and the Son were both the geniuses of the Luo Tian Sect. They had been studying magical powers and practicing the techniques with the Son. She would almost always watch by the side every time the Son practiced the sword.
Or simply use the sword to practice fighting with the Holy Son. At that time, she knew that the Holy Son's sword was very fast and his swordsmanship was also very powerful, so the sect leader handed Luo Tianqie to the Holy Son instead of her.
But recalling the countless drills she had with the Holy Son, and the countless times she watched the Holy Son practice swordsmanship, there was never a time when the sword the Holy Son swung was faster than today's sword.
This was already the ultimate sword for the Holy Son. Qin Changkong's strength obviously put a lot of pressure on the Holy Son, allowing him to break through his own limits and perform beyond his level!
With such a fast and powerful sword, it is not surprising that it can kill a giant beast in the starry sky with one sword. This is the swordsmanship that represents the powerful monks in the galaxy world. The use of such extreme swordsmanship in this remote galaxy will make this person
All the monks in the remote galaxy feel chilled, right?
The Holy Son stared at Qin Lang with ferocious eyes, as if the black-haired and black-eyed monk in front of him had been cut in half by his sword. Before he died, he still couldn't believe that there was such a fast sword in the world, and he still stared with a pair of eyes.
Looking at himself with hatred, he wanted to take revenge but could only die in despair.
He imagined that he was squeezing Qin Changkong's Nascent Soul, and while fiercely forcing out his soul, he said: "Your Nascent Soul is quite good. If you weren't so ignorant, in a few hundred years, you might not be the best."
You can't reach the state I am in today." Then he crushed Qin Changkong's soul and let this hateful guy die forever.
The fantasy was so beautiful that he couldn't help but laugh.
But the next moment, in his eyes, he saw a scene that was so fast that all time slowed down.
Qin Lang slowly stretched out two fingers and gently clamped the blade of his Luo Tianqie. Luo Tianqie, who was about to launch a thunderous strike, should have split Qin Lang with one sword, but now it was like a snail.
It crawls at a normal speed, and it is like a second hand that has been slowed down dozens of times. It takes a long time to "tick" one tick, which means that one second has passed.
Damn it! How is this possible?
The Holy Son looked at Qin Lang's fingers finally clamping Luo Tianqie in slow motion, and his heart was full of disbelief. According to the normal state, one second was enough for him to cut more than ten swords, let alone this sword now.
It was an ultimate sword that made him extremely satisfied, surpassing his usual state!
Faster! Faster! Cut off two of this guy's fingers, cut off his palms and arms, and chop his chest into two!
The true energy in the Holy Son's body roared, trying to cut the Holy Sword down faster, but the Holy Sword's speed just couldn't increase.
He suddenly understood that it was not his sword that had slowed down, but Qin Changkong's hands that were too fast. He kept staring at his sword and Qin Changkong's hands, so Qin Changkong's hands and his sword became
Compared with the corresponding reference objects and Qin Changkong's shooting speed, his holy sword was as slow as a rusty second hand.
At that moment, this series of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Holy Son, and his face suddenly turned pale.
From the Saint's point of view, all she saw was that the silver-white sword light in the Saint's hand suddenly stopped. The tiger that Luo Tianqie was leading down the mountain, and the momentum of the army's charge, was suddenly completely stopped. The abruptness finally gave way.
She was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood, but she still stared closely at the two sides of the battle, and then she discovered that Qin Lang's two fingers had clamped the Holy Son's Luo Tianqie at some point.
The Holy Son's face turned white and red, and the true energy in his body roared like a trapped tiger. The veins in the hand holding the sword were exposed, twisting like a snake, which showed that he had exhausted all his strength.
With all your strength.
But Luo Tianqie in his hand remained motionless, as if he had been cast to death in Qin Lang's hands, and as if he had been pressed down at the foot of a tall mountain. No matter how hard the Holy Son tried, it was all a futile attempt.
Qin Lang only used two fingers to break his sword and clamp the sacred weapon that he was proud of.
No matter whether he was cutting down, lifting up, or pulling back, Luo Tianqie was unable to move and was firmly controlled by Qin Changkong.
"The sword is okay." Qin Lang suddenly spoke and said lightly.
"What?" The Holy Son couldn't help but feel discouraged. Qin Lang did not use all his strength to control Luo Tianqie like him. Qin Lang could even speak in a relaxed and calm tone while holding Luo Tianqie.
Qin Lang said: "I said the sword is okay. It is stronger than the so-called immortal magic weapon in this galaxy. It has probably actually hurt a powerful person at the level of the gods."
Qin Lang just watched the Holy Son draw his sword, then take action, and then clamped the Luo Tianqie, but he was already able to judge the quality of this holy weapon.
The Holy Son didn't know what Qin Lang meant by saying that. It was certainly true that Luo Tianqie had hurt someone who had passed the divine stage.
Thirty-three thousand years ago, when the Luo Tian Sect was attacked by strong men from outside the region, the Luo Tian Sect almost suffered heavy losses. The previous sect leader had always been hiding in the back mountains of the sect and did not take any action. Until the end, all the monks of the sect were forced to retreat to the back mountains.
, surrounded by strong men from outside the territory, the sect was almost destroyed. The elders of the sect thought that the Luo Tian Sect would be wiped out from now on. (To be continued)