The 254th chapter cut off your head and kicked the ball
"Jiang Yu, I admit that you surprised me, but that's it. You've pissed me off. You can go and die!"
Jun Hou yelled crazily, and from the rosette, a sword energy shot up into the sky as if it was about to tear the sky apart.
In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a pure white ancient sword and came crashing down.
Before the sword arrived, a hurricane surged forward, making it impossible to breathe and creating a vacuum.
This sword was an act performed by the emperor with all his strength without any reservation.
He even used the core sword technique,
White Emperor Sword!
On the other side, Wang Chen's expression remained unchanged as he faced the hurricane.
The real power suddenly rewinds, and the green and gold light rises into the sky.
The heavy sword buzzed, and where the sword tip pointed, a golden light flashed, and the sharp and dazzling sword energy suddenly took shape, turning into a simple long sword. Its momentum was not inferior to the White Emperor Sword, and it rushed forward!
Qiankun borrows the law, the eternal emperor sword!
At this moment, the core martial arts of the Qiankun Sword Sect and the inherited martial arts collided without reservation.
boom!
A horrific explosion erupted.
The entire square cracked instantly, then sank, and countless bluestones floated in the sky, turning into powder in the sword energy.
The two terrifying sword energies only stood in a stalemate in the air for a moment, and one of them was destroyed like a torrent.
In Junhou's eyes, a bright golden light suddenly swept in with vigorous power.
"How is this possible!"
He shouted with his eyes filled with golden light.
The next moment, he was drowned in the golden light.
Look at this golden light. Qingshuang was stunned, with a complicated expression.
"It turns out that this is the sword intention of the ancient immortal in the wordless jade. According to rumors, it is so golden. No wonder he treated me like that and didn't tell me. This sword intention is simply beyond imagination."
The figure standing in the sky blocked him completely, preventing him from being disturbed by the sword energy at all.
"He's protecting me?" This thought came to Qingshuang's mind for no apparent reason, and she was stunned for a moment.
"It should not have been discovered."
Wang Chen's eyes were slightly slanted, and he looked back with a guilty conscience: With his back facing her, she shouldn't be able to see that I had just activated the True Immortal Bloodline in an instant.
The opponent is too strong. If he doesn't use the blood of the True Immortal, he won't be able to gain an overwhelming advantage.
Whoosh. He flew out in one step and appeared in front of Junhou.
"You... what kind of sword technique is this? The Ancient Emperor Sword... can't be so strong."
The bruised Junhou fell to the ground, his face pale, with countless fatal wounds. The terrifying sword energy took away at least 30% of his body's bones and flesh.
Looking at Wang Chen walking over, he murmured unwillingly, gasped for air again, and finally stared at Wang Chen, losing his breath.
A generation of heroes from the Qiankun Sword Sect fell like this.
This is naturally not an ordinary Qiankun Sword Technique. After fusion, it has surpassed the inheritance of the Qiankun Sword Sect.
"What level does it belong to beyond inheritance?" Wang Chen was suddenly startled.
But this brief daze did not affect him from pulling off the storage ring from Jun Hou's finger.
After the inheritance of the Qiankun Sword Sect was merged with the Six Paths Sword, although the power was greatly increased, no sword techniques were left behind, which was very detrimental to hiding one's identity and practicing in the future.
Therefore, he urgently needs the sword art in the storage ring.
Looking at Jun Hou's lost eyes, Wang Chen murmured: "I don't blame you for not being willing to give in. If you were not using the Qiankun Sword Art, with your cultivation, you might still be able to fight."
"But now, I am the supreme inheritor of the Qiankun Sword Technique. In one glance, your whole body is full of flaws, and you died unjustly."
Behind him, Qingshuang's true power quickly recovered and he walked over slowly.
After the caster of the Soul Locking Needle dies, the binding power will naturally disappear.
"Is he dead?"
Looking at Junhou's unwilling and bloodstained face, he was extremely horrified. Qingshuang's voice trembled slightly.
It's not that she has never killed anyone, nor has she ever seen dead people.
However, what she could hardly imagine was that her idol, who was still full of vigor in the daytime, in front of all the disciples, and had the highest fighting power of the younger generation, was just lying in a pool of blood, with no breath at all.
"Obviously dead."
Wang Chen turned around and glanced at Qingshuang, secretly thinking that the only ones who looked like this were zombies.
"Senior sister, I remember you once said that he was the one who trapped me in the inheritance space?"
"Yes." Qingshuang looked at Wang Chen and suddenly felt that the Jiang Yu in front of her was so strange. At first, she thought that this person was trying to attract her attention and meant to please her.
Only then did he realize that he didn't have to do this at all.
"If you want to trap a legacy disciple to death in the legacy space, can you do it so easily?"
Wang Chen frowned in disbelief.
"Nature is not a simple matter."
Qingshuang returned to its original cool appearance.
"What Junhou used to trap you was the evil spirit-locking needle. Most of this technique is used to seal the opponent's cultivation level, but it can also be used to imprison people in a specific space under certain conditions."
"What do you mean by certain conditions?" Wang Chen asked.
"You must know the moving direction of your escape talisman and then lock it in advance. For formation masters, as long as they have seen your escape talisman in advance, it is not difficult to calculate the spatial position of your movement."
Qingshuang was startled, he vaguely understood what Wang Chen wanted to do.
"You can report this matter to the leader and investigate the matter thoroughly. With me as my witness, not only will you not be punished for Junhou's death, but all those who participated in the murder of you can also be held accountable." Qingshuang refused to answer and countered the advice.
Looking at Qingshuang's clear eyes for a moment, Wang Chen suddenly sneered and said: "In the Qiankun Sword Sect for so many years, maybe you haven't experienced the strict hierarchy of the Qiankun Sword Sect and the cruelty of power struggles, but these things
I tasted them all in a few days."
"If I really did what you said, I would be tied up and sent to the guillotine through countless rules and tricks in an instant. Do you believe it?"
"It doesn't matter, you don't understand even if you tell me. If you don't tell me, I can check it out myself. I just ask senior sister not to let the news of Jun Hou's death spread too early."
After saying that, Wang Chen jumped up and climbed onto the flying sword.
"Pan Hua, the elder of the Internal Affairs Sect, is responsible for the customization and distribution of escape talismans."
Qingshuang suddenly raised his head and said.
"Thank you."
Just as the voice fell, a blue sword light was seen leaving the string.
Qingshuang stood blankly for a long time, looking at Junhou's body.
choke!
The sky blue long sword was unsheathed, dust and smoke flew up, and a deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground.
Junhou's body just sunk in.
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Neishimen, in an attic with an elegant shape.
Pan Hua, wearing a bright red silk gown, was lying on a big chair, squinting his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.
Just the two slightly trembling beards showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.
Just now he went to congratulate Jun Mo of Lingtian Sword Meridian for becoming his direct disciple.
The master of the sword vein, Liao Tianyuan, secretly stuffed two storage rings in return as a generous gift. At this moment, after his spiritual inspection, he couldn't help but sigh at Liao Tianyuan's generosity.
This small favor is worth it.
Pan Hua was feeling relieved when he saw the door of the outer hall suddenly opened and someone walked in.
Wearing casual clothes, he carried a black iron heavy sword behind his back.
"Who?" Pan Hua's expression slowly faded away.
The visitor did not answer, but stared at Pan Hua. This look made Pan Hua extremely uncomfortable.
"Jiang Yu?"
After frowning for a long time, Pan Hua finally recalled that there was such a legacy disciple.
"What are you doing here so late?" His face instantly changed into a condescending look.
"I'm here to make a deal with Elder Pan."
Wang Chen's voice was cold, neither salty nor bland.
What kind of deal? Pan Hua asked subconsciously.
"Let's see if Elder Pan has enough money to buy his own dog's head. Otherwise, I'll cut off your head and play it with a ball."