Leng Qianhen's long gray hair swayed and flew away.
The sword energy throughout the body is as cold as ice, giving people the feeling of falling into an ice cave.
Hearing Leng Qianhen's stinging words, Elder Xinggu's face was as gloomy as water.
Looking at the Southern Sky Territory, there are few people who can ignore the majesty of Xingyu Sword Pavilion like this.
However, this Leng Qianhen is a casual cultivator who comes and goes without a trace, plus he has the power of a pseudo-sage.
If Xingyu Jiange doesn't use saints to deal with it, there are really not many people who can suppress Leng Qianhen.
But how could the saints of Xingyu Sword Pavilion take action at will because of such things? Moreover, most saints relied on their own identity and would not hunt down a false saint.
Therefore, Leng Qianhen really doesn't need to be too afraid of Xingyu Jiange.
boom!
In the void, layers of vibrations rippled.
Even if the fight between false saints is not as good as that of saints, the void can be shattered at will, but the fluctuations are also very violent, and the sky is shaking like a drum.
"This is really a shocking battle..."
The millions of warriors around them all retreated into the distance.
Seeing the shocking battle between the venerable and the false saint, everyone's eyes widened, fearing that they would miss any detail.
This kind of battle is really rare in the Southern Territory.
"Huh, no one can save this little evil today!"
Xing Mo reached out and grabbed Ye Guchen with one hand.
When Leng Qianhen saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. The Guhan Sword in his arms shook, and a sword light that cut through the void swept towards Xing Mo.
However, with a loud bang, Elder Xinggu raised his hand to form a seal and struck away with the sword light.
"Haha...Leng Qianhen, although your strength is not bad, it is too fanciful to want to deal with two of us false saints one against two." Elder Xinggu sneered.
Leng Qianhen frowned slightly.
"Little villain, die!" Seeing this, Xing Mo continued to reach out and grab. The space around Ye Guchen seemed to start to vibrate. A strong sense of oppression made his whole body feel like he was being crushed by an ancient mountain.
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The same goes for Su Jianshi and others on the side.
"You dare!"
Zhuantian Feng gave a sharp shout and dodged over.
However, he had destroyed his hands in the past, and his strength had also been greatly reduced due to the wasted years of drinking.
Moreover, casters generally specialize in the art of casting and do not have an advantage in martial arts.
"Because you were once the master of Southern Forging, I allowed you to be so arrogant. But today, this little evil obstacle will die!"
"Senior Tuo, forget it, let Ye be responsible for today's affairs." Ye Guchen's eyes were cold.
"You have some backbone, but... you still have to die!" Xing Mo took action again.
This time, no one can really save Ye Guchen.
The devil ape in the world, Fengmanlou, Forged Tianfeng.
Everyone who can take action has taken action, and all the trump cards have been revealed.
But unfortunately, Ye Guchen's enemies were too many and too strong.
For Ye Guchen, who was currently only in the realm of life and death, the overlord-level force was an absolutely unshakable behemoth.
"In the end, are you still going to die?"
Looking at Ye Guchen, all the warriors in the audience were lamenting in their hearts at this moment.
It must be said that today they witnessed an absolutely shocking battle.
And the source of all these wars is Ye Guchen, the warrior of the Mysterious Gate of Life and Death.
"If Ye Guchen survives today, his reputation in the Southern Sky Territory may be comparable to that of the top ten young masters. It's a pity..." Many warriors shook their heads.
But just as everyone was about to witness the death of Ye Guchen.
But there was a voice with a delicate crying tone that resounded in all directions.
"You are all bad guys, big bad guys, Xue'er won't allow you to hurt Brother Ye and Sister Su!"
A slender figure suddenly broke away from the hands of Ji Ling and others beside him and rushed towards the central battlefield.
"No, Xue'er!" Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi and others were all shocked.
After Xueer followed Su Jianshi and others to the Jianzong Tower Forest, she also became a group favorite because of her lovely appearance of ice and snow.
All the disciples of Jian Zong Talin like this cute girl very much.
But at this moment, in a battle of this level, even Yan Changge and others were helpless, unable to intervene and could not change anything.
If a Xueer goes up there, he will die.
However, Xue'er's speed was unexpectedly fast, and her body turned into afterimages.
His pair of large, bright eyes had a slightly strange scarlet color oozing out of them.
"Huh?" Xing Mo obviously also noticed Xue'er.
However, after seeing a girl who was no more than ten years old, her expression returned to indifference.
"There are so many people who want to die with you, little nigga, you can die in peace!"
Xing Mo's expression was cold, even though he saw that Xue'er was just a girl, he had no intention of holding back.
In his opinion, when his grandson Prince Xinghong died, Ye Guchen, including everyone related to him, would be buried with Prince Xinghong.
boom!
Xing Mo grabbed his palm, and the true energy of the void rolled and condensed into a crystal palm print, catching Ye Guchen, Su Jianshi, the little fat man, the divine eagle, and Xue'er in it.
Obviously, Xing Mo wants to wipe out everything with one hand.
After a loud bang, the atmosphere fell silent.
Even those false saints and venerables who fought against each other were temporarily separated.
Because if Ye Guchen dies, it will be meaningless for them to fight again.
"Dead...dead?"
Everyone in the audience looked at the place filled with smoke and dust, paying close attention.
Some people even swallowed their saliva.
After all, today, Ye Guchen, a little life and death warrior, brought them too many surprises.
"He is finally dead. The innate sword fetus should return to its original owner." Gu Shaoyang had a sneer on his face.
Yi Cangyue's clear eyes were dull. If Ye Guchen died like this, Gu Shaoyang would of course become the sole owner of the innate sword fetus.
"This..." Jian Jiu, Princess Feng Xi and others also froze, sighing inwardly.
All the disciples of Jianzong Talin felt their minds roaring, as if they were struck by a hundred thousand sky thunders.
Yan Wushuang stood blankly, as if he had lost three souls and seven souls, and his beautiful eyes became hollow.
"Damn it... you..." The drunkenness in Zhuo Tianfeng's eyes disappeared, replaced by extreme anger.
He finally found a disciple who inherited the forbidden casting technique, but he died like this.
"Haha...Leng Qianhen, you just came here in vain." Elder Xinggu said with a smile.
Leng Qianhen was indifferent and silent. He had already blocked a false saint, which was considered to have completed his mission.
but……
Leng Qianhen, as a pseudo-sage of swordsmanship, could feel that Ye Guchen was probably an extremely evil swordsmanship genius, and it was a pity that he fell like this.
In addition, there is Feng Manlou, whose aura is almost extinct but still stands with his sword in hand.
Although Leng Qianhen came a step late and did not see the sword that day with his own eyes, he could still feel the remaining artistic conception of the sword between heaven and earth.
"If this person doesn't die, we will have another opponent to compete with in the future." Leng Qianhen shook his head lightly.
This pair of master and disciple were both extremely stunning swordsman monsters, but unfortunately, they died on the same day...
Just when everyone thought the matter was settled.