Chapter 6239

A spirit like substance descended on Ye Qian's body, directly locking the energy in his body.

Ye Qian didn't move, this mental power was tough and sharp into the sword, as if it had been tempered thousands of times, and it was poured into a sword cultivator's will to break the law. Even with Ye Qian's strong spiritual power, he couldn't break this mental lock.

This trick, Ten Thousand Swords Returns to the Sect, can only be accepted forcefully!

Still underestimated the people of the world!

Ye Qian looked solemnly at the blood sword elder in the distance above the head, flowing the mighty and rising blood sword river

Even a genuine sword cultivator may not be able to comprehend Wan Jian's return to the clan. It's really incredible that this evil magic family has produced such a genius.

Ye Qian can completely rush into the space, flashing directly to Elder Xuejian's side, with a sword head, but Ye Qian has no intention of doing this, he wants to see which is stronger, Wan Jian Guizong, who is known as the limit of sword repair, and his sword .

An unprecedented pride erupted from Ye Qian's heart, I will give you time to gather momentum, come on, let me see, under the seventh level of Dao Realm, Wan Jian Guizong, who is known as the number one attack To what extent!

Ye Qian blocked the royal power and wealth behind him, Heng Dao faced the long river of blood sword elder Xuejian, and slowly closed his eyes.

A fierce aura emerged from Ye Qian's body, concealed but not exposed, slowly rising, and the ancient knife appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Immeasurable spiritual power surged from the dantian all the way to the Gudao, but at this moment the Gudao did not show the purple glow as usual.

A series of purple lines appeared on the blade of the ancient knife, and within a moment, purple covered the entire blade.

The purple light spread, and the blade slowly began to grow under the filling of the purple light. It was not covered with a layer of purple light, but from the blade to the blade, as if the size had changed substantially.

In an instant, the ancient knife swelled to a length of ten feet, and a bright purple light appeared on the blade, constantly absorbing Ye Qian's spirit and momentum.

Behind Ye Qian, Wang Quan Fugui looked nervously at the ever-expanding river of blood swords in front of him. Even if the spirit was separated by the Great Formation of the Underworld, Wang Quan Fugui was boundlessly destroyed, and a wave of despair arose in his heart.

Can this master Ye in front of him really block the strongest attack of this destructive sword cultivator?

"Blood Sword, stop, stop!"

"Xue Jian, you are crazy, don't mess around!"

"Blood Sword, aim at Wang Fugui, please, don't kill the alchemist, he is the future of the family..."

The other three elders who came together felt really sick at the moment, they were almost constantly transmitting voices to Elder Xuejian, even cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

They understand Xue Jian's mood at the moment, and the three of them can't wait to kill the alchemist with one sword.

But when I think about it, I can't really do this!

The eighth-rank alchemist is related to the family's future rise plan. If the blood sword elder here kills Wan Jian Guizong, even the elder of the second clan will not be able to pass the test, let alone the patriarch Yu Sheng!

In a hurry, they asked the three of them to go up and interrupt Elder Blood Sword's momentum, but they also didn't dare. If they dared to stop this ultimate move, there would be two consequences.

Was killed by Wan Jian Guizong by mistake, or the elder Xue Jian was backlashed by a move and blew himself up directly.

Neither of them is what they want, but when the moves take shape, the result of the alchemist being bombarded and killed is also not something they can bear.

The three elders were completely bewildered at this moment, and a sadness that wanted to cry without tears spread in their hearts.

Even the patriarch Yu Sheng, who had already glimpsed the seven great powers of the Dao Realm, was speechless for a while after seeing the power of the blood sword elder Wan Jian Guizong, and said bluntly that he was powerless.

That alchemist is dead!

The three elders watched Wan Jian return to the sect gradually, with a touch of despair on their faces. Although the person was killed by the blood sword, they must bear the consequences together.

Even if they are the elders of the family, the consequences of killing an eighth-rank alchemist who is related to the future of the family are unbearable.

In the hall of death.

The sovereign of the Quan family, Yu Sheng, got up suddenly, with a serious expression on his face, he forgot the place where the blood sword elder Wan Jian Guizong gathered.

"Wan Jian returns to the sect! What the hell is going on with the blood sword, elder of the second clan, what do you want to do!"

"Patriarch be careful!"

The elders of the second family didn't even look at Quan Yusheng, but also looked at the long river of blood sword that could be seen from far away. Does Wang Fugui need Wan Jian to return to his clan?

The old man of the second clan had a bad premonition in his heart. After all, his eldest son might die in the hands of the alchemist holding the sword. It is not inconceivable that his strength can force the blood sword to return to the sect with ten thousand swords!

The old man of the clan sighed, didn't speak, his head hurt badly, it's good that the one killed by Xuejian Wanjian Guizong was Wang Fugui, if it was an alchemist, the family would really have no peace forever.

"If the alchemist dies when Wan Jian returns to the clan, the elders of the second clan will go to the back mountain to raise their lives in glory!"

Quan Yusheng sneered, he didn't feel sorry for Wang Fugui's death, he would protect him if he could, and it's okay if he couldn't, but if the alchemist died, he would never let him go if he didn't give him an explanation from Zu Laotang.

After Quan Yusheng finished speaking, he skipped the hall and flew towards the battle place.

"Go ahead, there must be a result!"

The big clan elder signaled the others to follow, he was too lazy to say anything, his heart was tired, and the big things would always cause both sides to suffer because of internal strife. In the end, no one could take advantage of it, so why bother!

"Stop the blood sword!"

Quan Yusheng came to the battle place in the blink of an eye, and under the mental induction, the blood sword Changhe transformed by Wan Jian Guizong locked on the alchemist with an unfamiliar face.

In desperation, Quan Yusheng didn't even transmit the sound, and directly shouted orders to Elder Xuejian, but there was no movement on his body, and he stopped not far away.

"Blood sword, put it away!"

The elders of the second family also rushed over at this time, and also found the last thing that they didn't want to happen, and hurriedly stopped their son, full of annoyance, if the alchemist died in the return of thousands of swords, I am afraid that he will really return to the back mountain to be raised. There is no longer any right to speak in the clan.

But the elders of the second clan also didn't dare to step forward to forcefully break the blood sword, so they could only jump anxiously to the side.

The old man of the great clan led others around him, he didn't even have the desire to stop talking, he could see very clearly that Wan Jian's return to the sect had become a reality, and he couldn't hold back his moves at this time, and there were only people in the family who were at the seventh level of Dao Realm The owner of the house, Yu Sheng, was able to block this move despite his injuries.

The elder of the great family looked at Quan Yusheng, whose face was turning black, and sighed in his heart. I am afraid that the head of the family was very happy, and he wished that the alchemist would die with thousands of swords and return to the clan, so that he could directly overthrow the elder of the second clan. It's all under control.

It doesn't exist to block the alchemist's gun!

Resign yourself to fate!

"Die!"

An unstoppable sword light appeared on the outskirts of the blood sword river, and Wan Jian Guizong finally took shape. A killing intent appeared on the face of the blood sword elder, and he pinched his handprint and pointed at Ye Qian who killed his elder brother.

Just like the nine-day blood-colored waterfall falling down, with the destructive sword force of the indomitable, magic-breaking technique, the river of blood sword swept towards Ye Qian.

It's over! The hearts of the three elders next to him were dead silent, and they closed their eyes in resignation. "

Good to die! There was a smile on the corner of Quan Yusheng's mouth, asking what the second family Lao Yu's Shashen Hall is in front of him, he's dead!

"Don't!" The old hearts of the two clans trembled, and a majestic blood-colored spiritual power gushed out, hitting the bloody sword river directly in the middle, but it was useless. Instead, the blood-colored spiritual power was completely swallowed by the river.

The elders of the second clan instantly withdrew their spiritual power, sighed dejectedly, and instantly aged a bit, looking at the long river of blood swords going away, just like the rights in their own clan, getting farther and farther away.

"Dead!" Behind Ye Qian, Wang Quanfugui was completely shocked by the bloody sword pouring down, as if in a daze, and stopped breathing.

"What a Wanjian Guizong!"

Facing the river of bloody swords pouring down, Ye Qian could still feel the sharpness and power even tens of meters away.

Before the sword arrived, its momentum had arrived, bloodstains appeared on Ye Qian's face, and the clothes on his body were cut into countless pieces, but they were locked by Ye Qian with Qi, barely keeping them intact.

Ye Qian's spiritual power is all on the knife at this moment, and he can't use half of his spiritual power for defense.

"This knife will see blood!"

Ye Qian opened his eyes suddenly, a frightening light flashed across his heart, and the blade of the ancient knife in his hand flashed with brilliance.

"This knife is omnipotent!"

Ye Qian's whole body was silent like a volcanic eruption, the blade of the ancient knife trembled slightly, and there was a faint sound of the knife.

"This knife is invincible!"

An unyielding will to fight the sky and the earth soared to the sky, Ye Qian rose and slowly raised the ancient knife, the tip of the knife brought a touch of nothingness, as if the space where the ancient knife passed trembled.

When the long river of blood sword transformed by Wan Jian's return to the sect was only one meter away from Ye Qian, and the royal power and wealth behind him closed his eyes and died in despair, the ancient knife in Ye Qian's hand was finally raised to the highest.

"Kill!" Taking half a step back, Ye Qian drank in a low voice, with the invincible will, slashed sideways at the blood sword river that was coming in an instant.

Without the dazzling light of the sword in the past, without the majestic aura of returning to the clan of thousands of swords, the ancient sword cut across the void, and spread out like a nothingness of ripples silently.

Unstoppable, the indomitable blood sword Changhe instantly seemed to have been broken and cut off the sword's momentum.

In a moment, where the ripples in the void passed, the river of blood sword split into two, and rushed across Ye Qian's sides obliquely, cutting out two chasms that were tens of miles long, more than a foot wide, and bottomless.

Everyone in the field was dumbfounded, but at the same time they were relieved, it's good that they didn't die!

I don't know where the evildoer came from, but he can even break Wanjian Guizong with one knife!

"What's the name of the sword technique?" Elder Xuejian hovered in the air with a pale face, and his voice was sharp and broken.

"Nameless!" Ye Qian glanced at Elder Xuejian and replied seriously.

It is true that there is no name, and without the pressure of your return to the sect, he would not be able to use this move.

"Good knife!" Elder Xuejian closed his eyes after saying this.

A line of blood emerged from the center of the body, and the night wind blew by, the elder Xuejian split in two and fell...