"The name Qiqingzi first appeared. Less than two years ago, he easily defeated Yang Ruochu, who was ranked 244th on the Longevity List, in the Holy War. He became famous immediately."
"The second time, he challenged the Dongshan Half-Saint of the Qiankun Shenwu Palace. He stabbed the first-grade Semi-Saint seriously with just three sword strikes. His swordsmanship reached the highest level of 'Sword Heart Transparency'."
"The third time was half a year ago. This time he challenged the deputy master of the Tianjiao Temple, Qiushi Half-Saint. Within seven moves, this third-grade Half-Saint was cut in half by Qi Qinggong's sword.
The body that was destroyed has not been restored to this day.”
"And Half Saint Qiushi has made the beginning of his challenge in the past six months. In the past six months, Master Qiqing has challenged him sixteen times in total. Those who were challenged were either geniuses on the longevity list or people who have been famous for a long time.
A veteran half-saint. He fought in sixteen battles without losing a single victory. The Seven-Emotion Master and the Seven-Emotion Keynote Sword in his hand have gained a great reputation."
"If he were just a reckless person, he would never be able to win all the challenges he faced from the strong men from all walks of life!"
Speaking of this, Huo Yanxia said in a deep voice: "We must not take this Qi Qing Gongzi lightly."
Qing Yezi nodded solemnly and said: "Brother Ten, how do we think we should respond?"
"This battle was agreed upon three months ago. There is no reason to change it now, otherwise it will damage the reputation of our Shifang Sword Sect and our master."
Huo Yanxia said: "But before the fight, we must immediately improve our strength and push all our cultivations into the semi-saint realm. It just so happens that the semi-sacred realm-breaking pills are ready and can be used immediately."
Among the Thirteen Swordsmen of the Ten Directions, seven people have realized that there is no hope of becoming a Saint. In order to increase their combat power, they have advanced to Semi-Saint. The remaining Qing Yezi, Li Daochi, Yang Jianchi, Huo Yanxia, Mo Daiqiu,
Xiao Qiushui and the other six are still at the peak of the Nine Tribulations Wonderful Realm and continue to sprint directly towards the Holy Realm.
After all, according to normal cultivation rules, although the Semi-Saint Realm has more powerful combat power than the Nine Tribulations Peak, the distance from the Holy Realm is also many times farther than the Nine Tribulations Peak.
"There are only ten days left. I'm afraid there won't be enough time to cultivate to the semi-saint realm." Yang Jianchi frowned. He folded his arms, his breath was warm, and his appearance was very chic.
Huo Yanxia said: "So, I suggest that we immediately open the 'Ten Directions Acceleration Realm' left by Master and activate the thirty times time acceleration. The remaining ten days are equivalent to ten months for us, which is enough
It will raise your cultivation level to another level."
After Qingye thought for a while, he said without hesitation: "Okay, let's do it!"
Half an hour later, the Thirteen Swords of the Ten Directions entered the Acceleration Realm of the Ten Directions together, and began a ten-month retreat in order to face the challenge of Young Master Qi Qing.
…
In the Young Master's Mansion, in a quiet room.
Seven strong men who had reached the half-step nine calamities and whose mental strength had reached the twenty-eighth level were lined up in a row, standing respectfully in the hall, waiting to lie lazily on the soft chairs, seemingly sleeping.
The fallen young man.
This young man was dressed in a black and white robe, with a pale complexion, handsome features, and a feminine temperament. There was a strange aura flowing around him, which was deep and dark, as if he had the power of a ghost.
This is Young Master Qi Qing, who has fought in nearly twenty battles since his debut and has never been defeated, and has gained great fame in the Realm League.
About half an hour later, Master Qi Qing quietly opened his eyes, and a purple light flashed the moment he opened his eyes, like two balls of flame burning.
"I've met the young master."
The seven people quickly said respectfully.
Mr. Qi Qing did not answer, but stood up slightly, and waved his palm gently, turning into a handprint of holding a flower and smiling.
In this handprint, a dark and deep aura suddenly flowed out, like a silent undercurrent, swallowing people up.
"Come and see how the master's handprint looks like?"
There was a strange attraction in Mr. Qi Qing's tone, which made people unable to help themselves.
The respectful expressions on the faces of the seven people have become stiff. They almost use the same posture and rhythm to look at the big mudra formed by Master Qi Qing, like seven puppets.
The next moment, something terrible happened.
These seven powerful men, who had reached half-step nine calamities, and whose most important mental strength reached the twenty-eighth level or above, unexpectedly all lost their composure.
One was ecstatic, laughing. One was angry, roaring. One was sad, with a sad look on his face. One was thinking, with his eyebrows lowered in silence. One was miserable, wailing. One was scared, screaming. One was shocked, with a drastic change in expression...
The seven people clearly show seven different emotions and postures, happiness, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock.
Young Master Qi Qing sat on the chair as if watching a play, quietly watching these seven people's emotions flourishing, unable to restrain his own mood and falling into the control of some kind of emotion.
Half an hour passed, and the seven emotions of the seven people still showed no signs of slowing down.
An entire hour later, the seven people finally came back to their senses from the terrible emotional control. Their faces were sallow and their eyes were dull, as if they had been severely injured. They fell to the ground weakly, and even lost the strength to get up.
"These seven cultivation furnaces can no longer keep up with my cultivation progress."
Young Master Qi Qing sighed softly, and two more flames seemed to be ignited in his slender eyes. He slapped them seven times casually. Even if they were placed in the Realm Alliance, the seven of them were still strong men. He swatted them like flies.
He was taken out of the room and fell outside the hall. There was no sign of any injuries on his body, but his body became cold in an instant.
"The Seven Emotions Mahamudra has been completed, and it is useless to keep you here."
Mr. Qiqing said in a sinister tone: "Clean up."
"Yes, sir, I will do it now!"
A white-haired old man standing guard outside the door immediately moved the corpses away, walked a hundred feet away, lit a real fire, and burned them to ashes.
This old man who calls himself a slave is actually a seventh-grade semi-saint!
Looking at the entire world of Great Saints, there are definitely not too many Half-Saints who have reached the seventh level.
The old man returned to the outside of the hall, stood on the left side of the threshold, and said respectfully: "Sir, it's done."
"Have you given the letter of war to Shifang Thirteen Swords?"
"Give it away! As far as I know, the Thirteen Swordsmen of Shifang do not dare to look down on the young master at all. They have all gone to retreat."
"Isn't it too late to retreat now? Besides, my target is not them in the first place."
Young Master Qi Qing sighed quietly and said slowly, "I wonder how many of my Qi Qing big hand seals Sun Ning can block!"
…
On the third day when Sun Ning entered the world of Mustard Seed, which was also the first day when "Sirius Storm" stirred up waves, countless golden clouds suddenly appeared in the gray sky of the Realm Alliance.
This change caused countless people to speculate and discuss.
When Sun Ning had just boarded "Sirius Fengyunlu", such a strange scene suddenly appeared in the realm alliance, which cast an even more mysterious color on his whole being.
For another three days, these golden clouds slowly gathered, and finally they reached the sky above the Shifang Sword Master's Mansion. Countless golden clouds vaguely formed the shape of a long dragon.
The crowd exclaimed again, and many people said that Mr. Song was indeed like a dragon in the sky.
What's even more amazing is that the appearance of this long dragon becomes clearer almost every day. It gradually acquires five claws, scales, a head, a tail, and huge eyes.
Half a month later, when the battle of Young Master Qi Qing challenging the Thirteen Swords of Ten Directions on the life-and-death battlefield was about to begin, this thousand-foot-long golden dragon was already lifelike. If it hadn't been motionless, it would have almost seemed to be alive! (