Chapter 578 The Fate of the Chinese People Is Not Decided by Anyone!

Finally, Bu Kongchan couldn't hold back anymore, and said coldly, "If you dare to speak wildly when you kill my junior brother, take a sword from me first!"

As he said that, a small Lingding sword suddenly appeared between Bu Kongchan's eyebrows, which was more exquisite and clear than He Tianyuan's.

With a wave of Bu Kongchan's hand, the little Lingding sword split into two and turned into four. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into countless little Lingding swords, and then the sword energy turned into a dragon, and came straight towards Xue An.

This kind of prestige made Wu Qisha, Lian Yunzhi and others all look sideways at him.

Sure enough, he deserves to be the first person in the century-old True Inheritance of Wuwangzong!

Just relying on this hand, even in the land of Zhongzhou, it is commendable.

I saw this giant dragon composed of countless small swords rushing towards Xue An, the dragon's head was raised, and it rushed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Bu Kongchan looked indifferent, standing in mid-air and watching quietly.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wu Qisha's mouth, thinking that this Chinese man would definitely not survive this blow.

But at this moment, Xue An raised his head to look at the dragon head that was rushing towards him, with an indifferent expression, he raised his hand and directly pressed on the dragon head.

It's just such an understatement.

This giant dragon turned into a sword seemed to be hit by a giant on its death spot, and its whole body twisted and struggled crazily in an instant.

At the same time, Bu Kongchan in mid-air seemed to be struck by lightning, his complexion suddenly darkened, and a trace of blood slowly leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Obviously under this blow, she also suffered a lot of injuries.

But the sword heart of Bu Kongchan has been sharpened as hard as iron. Although he was injured by the shock, his expression did not change at all, and the light in his eyes was even brighter, and he gave a cold drink.

"Sword Transformation Wuwang!"

boom!

The giant dragon disintegrated in an instant, and then the boundless Lingding sword swallowed Xue An whole.

In the blink of an eye, apart from the sound of sword energy piercing through the air, the audience could be said to be dead silent.

"Is he dead?" Someone asked in surprise.

"Should be dead! With such a powerful sword, even Jinxian would have to fall on the spot!" Someone echoed.

"It seems that Wuwang Xianzong is still domineering! This Bukongchan can be said to be the number one among the younger generation in the Northwest!" Someone exclaimed.

Amidst these discussions, Wu Qisha laughed heartily.

"I pretended to be a ghost for a long time, but in the end, I became a dead soul under the sword?"

Even Yunzhi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

In any case, since the man is dead, everything will be easy.

Only Liu Keke had been staring intently at the sea of ​​swords wriggling like a dragon and snake.

Could this mysterious man die so easily?

Qiandiao Haoyan also sneered at this moment and said: "God punished these Chinese people by preventing them from cultivating. This is the punishment for their sins committed in the past! How dare a mere Chinese family dare to go against the sky?"

As soon as the words fell, a calm voice came from among the endless Lingding swords.

"The fate of the Chinese people has never been decided by others! If the sky is unfair, then what's the matter?"

How can it be?

Hearing this voice, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Especially Bu Kongchan, her face, which has always been calm, also showed a look of horror at this moment.

Then I saw a person slowly walking out from the endless sea of ​​swords.

Wherever they passed, these restless little Lingding swords seemed to see their own emperors, and they all bowed down their swords to show their submission.

When Xue An walked out of the sea of ​​swords and stood in the field.

These little Lingding swords began to disintegrate and shatter gradually, turning into sword glows as fine as dust.

And every time it disintegrates, the complexion of this step Kongchan turns white.

When all the small swords were reduced to dust, Bu Kongchan opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood. His whole body was even more crumbling, obviously seriously injured.

Xue An looked at Qiandiao Haoyan, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Is that what you said just now?"

Qiandiao Haoyan wanted to reprimand, but for some reason, when he met Xue An's eyes, he felt a chill all over his body, and he couldn't speak the words that followed.

Xue An shook his head at this moment, "There's no need to answer, yes or no, it doesn't matter now!"

Chidori Haoyan still didn't understand what it meant.

Seeing Xue An reach out his hand, he said coldly, "Come with the sword!"

Those sword glows transformed from Lingding's small sword began to surge wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a long sword exuding piercing sword energy, and flew directly into Xue An's hands.

Then Xue An raised his head and said coldly: "The shame of the Chinese people, let's start with you!"

After saying that, he swung his sword out.

This is an indescribable sword.

It was as if a giant was cutting down the sky, and a sword glow as bright as the stars, the sun, and the moon came directly.

Chidori Haoyan screamed and wanted to dodge, but the speed of this sword was even beyond the scope of human comprehension.

click.

This sword cut the Immortal-level Chidori Haoyan in half.

Blood spilled, and the body fell to the ground.

But Bu Kongchan's complexion was ashen, staring at the sword, trembling all over.

Because in front of this sword, her previous so-called sword practice has become a joke.

Click.

With a crisp sound, Bu Kongchan's sword heart shattered.

The number one true biography of Wuwangzong, Bu Kongchan, known as the number one young cultivator in a century, has his sword heart broken and his cultivation base destroyed.

At the same time, above the remnant body of Qiandiao Haoyan, a ball of gray brilliance rose up, and he turned around and wanted to run.

But Xue An's divine sense dispersed, instantly killing the remnant soul of Qiandiao Haoyan.

At this point, the soul of the Chidori King was completely destroyed, and he would never have a chance to live again.

There was a dead silence.

Xue An turned his head to look at Wu Qisha at the side.

Wu Qisha trembled in fright, and immediately said: "Fellow Daoist, forgive me, I don't want this treasure left by the true immortal! Farewell!"

Wu Qisha could see clearly that although this Xue An had no cultivation, his physical skills and spiritual sense were so good that it was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

Moreover, the sword strike just now had frightened Wu Qisha's courage, making him no longer competitive, and just wanted to leave here to save his life.

But he turned to leave.

Xue An said lightly, "Don't you think it's too late to say goodbye now?"

Wu Qisha was stiff all over, and slowly turned around, with a ruthless look on his face.

"Fellow Daoist, do you still want to kill them all?"

Xue An smiled slightly, "Congratulations, you guessed right!"

Wu Qisha showed a resolute look on his face, and roared, "I really think I'm afraid of you, and the evil spirit will destroy the world!"

Wu Qisha finally used his strongest trump card.

A huge virtual image slowly rose from behind Wu Qisha.

This is a statue of the evil god of hell. The black and green body sits on a huge black lotus flower, and there are four faces on the head, facing the four directions!

The face facing the crowd had its eyes closed.

As soon as the god statue came out, Wu Qisha spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, obviously it was extremely reluctant for him to use this move.

Even so, Wu Qisha's face still showed an extremely carefree grin.

"Boy, you can be so proud of being able to force me to use this trick! The evil god is here in this world, you are all ants, go to hell!"