Chapter 553 Bloodthirsty Sword

Qin Xuan stared at Qin Wushuang, and his body naturally revealed an unparalleled aura, which seemed to be innate. The strong killing intent in his calm eyes was shocking.

Qin Wushuang's body trembled, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at Qin Xuan. She was inexplicably panicked. Qin Xuan's eyes made him a little scared.

There was clearly a strong murderous intent in that look, but before that, I didn't have much grudge against him. Even if there were some conflicts in the Xuanxing Realm, it was just a normal fight, and it should not arouse such a strong murderous intent. Where does this murderous intention come from?

No one knows the fear in Qin Wushuang's heart at this moment, let alone the thought that the Tianshan swordsman wants to kill Qin Wushuang. This is really ridiculous.

"I give up." Qin Wushuang suddenly said, her voice a little urgent, as if she was worried about something.

As soon as these words came out, the space suddenly became quiet. The crowd looked at Qin Wushuang in stunned silence. They even thought they heard wrong, right? They gave up so quickly?

"What nonsense are you talking about?" A scolding sound passed into Qin Wushuang's ears. Ancestor Xuanyan looked livid. When Qin Wushuang shouted the words "I surrender", he clearly felt some obscure eyes looking at him, revealing that With a sense of contempt, he is a genius of Xuan Yan Valley, the son of a god, and a joke.

None of the four people had taken the initiative to admit defeat when they were defeated before. His direct disciples were ranked ahead of those people. However, he had to admit defeat in public before he was defeated. Where would Xuan Yangu's face be put? Where does that leave his reputation?

Qin Wushuang looked at Ancestor Xuanyan, wanting to say something, but Ancestor Xuanyan could not hear any explanation, and only said coldly: "If you admit defeat, you will no longer be my disciple of Xuanyan Valley, you yourself Decide.”

Hearing these words, Qin Wushuang felt as if his heart had been hit hard. He looked at Patriarch Xuanyan blankly. Is this still the master who taught him in the past? He felt a sadness in his heart. His life was not worth the so-called reputation.

Qin Xuan was also very surprised. He did not expect Qin Wushuang to admit defeat directly. However, Qin Wushuang did not step off the Star Pointing Platform. It seemed that he had encountered some obstacles and someone was unwilling to let him admit defeat.

"It seems that God is not willing to save you." A bright smile bloomed at the corner of Qin Xuan's mouth. This time, Qin Wushuang had nowhere to escape.

Qin Wushuang looked a little self-deprecating, but soon regained his composure, looking at Qin Xuan again, secretly praying in his heart that it was just his illusion.

"I have heard that Xuanyan Guqin Wushuang is favored by the gods. He is the son of the gods. I am not talented, but I would like to inherit the inheritance you have received." Qin Xuan said lightly.

It is no longer a secret that Qin Wushuang received the inheritance from the gods in the vacuum world. Many people know it, but they have never seen him use it. They don't know whether it is true or not.

"You asked for this." Qin Wushuang said indifferently. In an instant, a gloomy wind was brewing between the sky and the earth. It was noon, but everyone felt a little cold. They raised their heads to look at the sky, and their expressions suddenly solidified. Over there.

There is a large cloud gathering together in the sky, as if it contains magic power, infinite spiritual energy is involved in it, the cloud continues to grow, almost covering the sky.

The sky was dim, the light was no longer bright, and a cold and sinister aura enveloped the world. Everyone felt that the chill was stronger and their bodies trembled slightly.

Beidou Xingjun glanced at the scene above, frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and asked Ancestor Xuanyan: "Is this the inheritance of that god?"

Beidou Xingjun's voice was cold, with a hint of anger. Today was the Beidou selection, which happened once in a hundred years. He had remained calm and easy-going before, but after seeing the power exerted by Qin Wushuang, he became angry.

Feeling the coldness of Beidou Xingjun's words, Ancestor Xuanyan's expression changed drastically. He quickly bowed his hands and said, "Since this son returned to Xuanyan Valley, he has never shown his inheritance in front of me. I don't know what he has obtained." What, I just taught him Xuanyangu’s magical powers carefully, and I hope Xingjun will understand.”

Xing Wuji and others were stunned when they heard Ancestor Xuanyan's explanation, with a particularly wonderful look on his face. He is Qin Wushuang's master. Would he not know the power of his disciples' practice? Is this an insult to their IQ?

Beidou Xingjun no longer looked at the ancestor Xuanyan, but stared at Qin Wushuang. It seemed that the original rumor was wrong. This was not the inheritance of the gods at all, but just an evil power.

"Finally used this power." A cunning look flashed in Qin Xuan's eyes, he had been waiting for this moment.

In an instant, Qin Xuan's whole body was filled with the artistic conception of endless wind, wrapping his body. Lingxu Taishang stepped to the extreme, crossing the void and rushing towards the dark clouds in the sky.

"You dare to come up and fight." A very frivolous voice came down from the sky, Qin Wushuang's eyes flashed with a sharp edge and said: "Why don't you dare."

The long harp in Qin Wu's hands disappeared, and he turned to hold a bloody long sword. There were many formation patterns engraved on the long sword. Carving on the magic weapon with a special technique can increase the power of the magic weapon. This is what Xuanyan Valley knows. good at.

Holding the blood-colored sword, Qin Wushuang's whole demeanor has undergone a huge change. Her eyes are scarlet, her long hair is dancing wildly, and her expression has an arrogant and domineering look, which makes people feel a little evil.

"The Blood-Weeping Demon Sword." A ray of light suddenly flashed through Xing Wuji's eyes, and then he looked at Ancestor Xuanyan with a smile: "If I'm not mistaken, he is holding the Blood-Weeping Demon Sword in his hand. This is the ultimate Yin Zhi The evil thing was originally handed over to Xuanyan Valley for suppression. You wouldn’t want to say that it was your disciple who stole it, right?”

Ancestor Xuanyan was speechless and looked at Qin Wushuang with resentment. This bastard actually used this evil sword and was almost going to kill him.

Someone who knew the origin of the blood-colored sword told the story. It turned out that the sword was called Crying Blood. It was once a weapon of an evil power and was an extremely evil thing.

That powerful person practiced bloodthirsty methods and was extremely cruel. He sacrificed human blood to cast a sword named Crying Blood. It was born out of nowhere and shocked the world.

The Crying Blood Sword contained extremely strong power. When the sword was dancing, it could easily control blood. With a thought, the opponent's body could be exploded, and the blood would be absorbed by the Crying Blood Sword, making it more powerful.

However, there were unexpected events. The evil power caused too much killing, which attracted many righteous powerhouses to kill him together, and sealed the Crying Blood Sword and handed it over to Xuanyan Valley to suppress.

"I ordered Xuanyan Valley to suppress the Crying Blood Sword. Did Xuanyan Valley do this?" An indifferent voice came out. Beidou Xingjun looked at Xuanyan Patriarch coldly. Xuanyan Patriarch's heart trembled and he instantly felt the majesty of the emperor.

"Please forgive me, Star Lord. I was confused at the beginning. I gave this sword to him for safekeeping because he inherited the legacy of the gods. I want him to be loyal to you in the future. Heaven and earth can witness my loyalty to you!" The old ancestor Xuan Yan cried and pleaded in his eyes, looking extremely humble.

"Enough." The Star Lord of the Big Dipper waved his sleeves, and a powerful force whistled out from his sleeves, blasting the old ancestor Xuan Yan away and falling to the ground like a sandbag.

Many people trembled, their hearts beating wildly. Is this the strength of the Star Lord? The Yuanhuang Peak strongman couldn't withstand a blow. The gap in strength is too big.

Qin Wushuang didn't notice what happened on the stands. His mind was completely integrated into the Blood-Crying Sword. This sword is an evil sword. He knew it very well in his heart, but Qin Xuan pressed him again and again, and he had to take it out to fight.

"The Blood-Crying Sword is extremely terrifying. Qin Wushuang's strength will surely increase greatly with this sword. The Tianshan Swordsman may not be able to defeat him." Many people looked worried.

Yalan clasped her hands tightly, her delicate body tensed, and her beautiful eyes stared at Qin Xuan's figure. She looked extremely nervous. She had naturally heard of the reputation of the Blood-Crying Sword. The sword was too evil, and she was worried that Qin Xuan would not be able to deal with it.

However, Beidou Star Lord had no intention of persuading him to stop. He really wanted to see if the person that his senior brother valued could defeat Qin Wushuang who was holding the Blood-Crying Sword.

"If he gets into trouble, don't blame me for turning my face against him!" A cold voice sounded, and only Beidou Star Lord could hear it.

Beidou Star Lord smiled slightly and said, "Do you have so little confidence in the person you value?"

"I have confidence in him, but not in the boy with the sword. This boy is too vicious, and I don't know what he will do." Tiangang Star Lord continued coldly.

"Don't worry. With you and me here, he can't cause any trouble." Beidou Xingjun said calmly. He was so indifferent from beginning to end, as if everything was under his control.