No matter how hard the Holy Son attacks, he is just a non-threatening child holding a non-threatening wooden sword and cannot hurt Qin Lang at all.
This is of course due to Qin Lang's swordsmanship, which is far superior to that of the Holy Son, and his unparalleled combat experience.
He once fought with the top immortal cultivators, competed with the most powerful swordsmen, fought thousands of times per second in ever-changing battles, and the battlefield even spanned different spaces and worlds. Now he is fighting with a person like Shengzi who comes from the galaxy world.
As the Holy Son of a small sect, the only thing that made him a little excited was that he finally saw the swordsmanship and supernatural powers of the galaxy world after so many years.
Threat? There has never been one. Only when the Holy Son and the Holy Girl broke out their secret skills could they break through the bottleneck and reach the realm of the out-of-body immortal. And Qin Lang could kill the out-of-body immortal as early as during the battle in Flat Peach Valley.
After completing the magical medicine in Kunwu Realm and allowing the purple Yuanying to fully open the seven orifices, he was no longer afraid of immortality.
How could two monks who barely broke through the Nascent Soul bottleneck and reached the out-of-body stage be his opponents?
Purple lightning flashed. This time after he knocked away the Holy Son in the confrontation, he did not give the Holy Girl a chance to entangle him. His speed reached the extreme in an instant, crossed the space, arrived in front of the Holy Son, and conquered Tiandu.
The purple lightning from the sword penetrated the entire body of the Holy Son.
Within a few tenths of a second, the Holy Son's body turned into charcoal, and his soul and Nascent Soul were shattered before they could escape.
A proud prince-like Holy Son of the Galaxy World, who was supposed to come to the Qingbo Star Territory like a god, completely disappeared from this world after a few tenths of a second.
When everyone came to their senses, the holy body of the Holy Son had been blown away by the storm of true energy, and only his Luo Tianqie fell silently, letting out a painful cry.
Qin Lang called it into his hand and instantly understood its wishes.
It is the sacred weapon of the Luotian Sect. The head of the Luotian Sect did not hesitate to use his own blood to forge it in advance just before the sect was wiped out. Therefore, its sword also has the will of a strong man in the distraction period.
It can only be used by the monks of Luotian Sect, and no other monks can use it. That is not a ban, it is determined by the bloodline when it was created. Even Qin Lang can't do anything about it.
Looking at this ancient sword with a history of 33,000 years, Qin Lang smiled silently, as if he could still see the cruel war that year, and could see a man who just cut his own wrist to make a sword, and the next moment
But he wielded it to slash at the powerful enemy, the Venerable. The Venerable's hand holding the sword was still bleeding, so the enemy's blood and the Venerable's blood were stained on the sword together, making it impossible to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. Only Luo Tianjian knew which drop of blood was his.
What blood belongs to the master, and which blood belongs to the enemy.
"What an interesting sword." But it was just interesting. He had seen too many magical weapons in the past, and he didn't care whether this sword could be used by him.
He turned to look at the pale saint and asked calmly: "Are you still going to take action? Let me tell you in advance that you have no chance of winning."
Without him saying these words, the saint knew that she had no chance of winning.
The two of them joined forces, and the Holy Son was easily killed by Qin Changkong. She was the only one left, and her defeat would only be faster.
The Black Fox Elder and the Demon Prince looked at Qin Changkong solemnly. Although they felt that Qin Changkong was ridiculously strong and the Holy Son and Saint seemed to be at a disadvantage, they did not expect that the battle situation would suddenly change so drastically.
Qin Changkong actually killed the Holy Son instantly and snatched the Luotian Sword!
The saint who was left alone shivered slightly in the storm of true energy, and her beautiful face was so pale that there was no blood.
One moment it was an evenly matched battle, and the next moment it turned into a complete victory for Qin Changkong!
This shocking change made the Black Fox Elder and the Demon Prince feel anxious. The fear caused the true energy in their bodies to circulate rapidly, and they involuntarily entered a fighting state, staring at Qin Changkong.
, for fear that he would take the initiative to launch an attack and put them into a passive situation that they would have no time to deal with.
The saint took a deep breath and said: "Qin Changkong, you are really strong, stronger than I expected. I didn't want to end the battle between us in this way, because it would kill everyone present.
All the monks except me, including the Holy Son. I don’t care much about the life and death of others, but the Holy Son is my senior brother after all, and I don’t want him to die in my hands... But now he has died in your hands.
, I don’t have any psychological burden anymore.”
Her pupils suddenly turned white, as white as the blizzard on the endless ice field. The ancient language came out of her mouth, and all the monks could feel the awakening of an old and noble aura in her body.
, this aura is like that of an emperor, carrying a deep majesty that makes people hold their breath involuntarily, waiting for his arrival.
The Black Fox elder looked at the saint in front of him, as if he suddenly thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he almost wanted to run away, but the golden light of the fairyland behind him made him extremely hesitant, and finally he turned his head and glanced at the fairyland.
, but still resisted the urge to run away.
The demon prince obviously didn't know what the saint was up to. He just felt that the pressure on the saint was getting heavier and stronger, as strong as when he met the only demon king in the demon world.
, the pressure that the Demon King brought to him was like a mountain or a sea.
It's like the pressure of crushing everything you're proud of with just one finger.
Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
The ordinary monks and demon monks present were even more unbearable. The moment the saint uttered the ancient language, they couldn't help but fall from the sky. The pressure made them unable to control the true energy in their bodies, making them
I can't even fly anymore.
They didn't know what was going on. They just felt that the moment the saint's eyes turned white, deep fear grabbed them and dragged them into the abyss called despair. At that moment, what?
Ambition, any fairyland opportunities, any interests and immortality, all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the fear of death, turning into dark hands, grabbing them and pulling them down.
Qin Lang's eyes, which had always been calm, couldn't help but have a wave of excitement when he saw the saint perform this scene. He looked directly into the saint's eyes as white as a snowstorm, but there was no fear or pressure at all, just as if
He looked at those white pupils as if he were appreciating a piece of exquisite art.
"It's a Bai tribe. Sure enough, there are still Bai monks in this world." Qin Lang said lightly. The next moment, he had appeared next to the saint, gently clasped his fingers, and flicked the saint's finger.
On the woman's forehead.
"But we can't let you burst out so stupidly, otherwise it will still be very troublesome."
In the eyes of other monks, the figure that represents fear, supremeness, and greatness is so dignified and noble that it cannot be blasphemed, but Qin Lang actually came to her like this, stretching out his fingers as if to punish a disobedient child.
A finger flicked on her forehead.
This finger is undoubtedly very effective.
After being flicked on the forehead, the strange language was immediately cut off, the saint's white pupils immediately closed, and the powerful aura and invisible pressure on her body that could not help but increase disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared before.
Same.
The falling monks regained control of their true energy in an instant, and each one stabilized his figure in mid-air. When he looked at himself, there were no dark hands, no silent death, greed for profit, and no chance.
and the desire for immortality all came back to their minds.
But the scene just now is still deeply engraved in their minds. They know that it is not an illusion, but someone stopped this nightmare from continuing. Someone fought off the devil before it was about to crawl out of the dark black hole.
, or cut off the black hole.
That person was undoubtedly Qin Changkong. Everyone saw him reach out and flick the saint's finger.
That finger seemed ordinary, but only a well-informed and long-lived old fox like the Black Fox Elder could see that it was actually a restriction. The restriction was instantly formed on Qin Changkong's hand and bounced into the saint's consciousness.
In the sea, he blocked the movement of the saint and repelled the devil who was crawling out. (To be continued)