Chapter 458: Ten Thousand Emotions Sword Formation

Qingfangzong is a relatively classical sect of cultivating immortals.

The headquarters is located on a sword peak.

Endless flying swords are inserted on a towering mountain peak.

All disciples of the sect wear black black clothes.

Stepping on the flying sword to shuttle between the mountains.

There are a lot of people.

A cursory look shows that there are more than one hundred thousand people, starting as immortals.

Heavenly immortals walk everywhere, golden immortals are not as good as dogs, and Hunyuan Daluo is everywhere.

Only when the strength has reached the half-step creator, is the elder of one party.

Half-step creator, that is, eleven stars.

As for Lin Mohong, he was in the early days of the Creator.

His world, called "Mo Hong Great World", has only been opened for 129,800 years.

"Brother Ye, this is the headquarters of our sect, Hidden Sword Peak! Every disciple of the Qingfang Sect who died pierced flying swords on this peak. Over time, there are countless flying swords. These flying swords The sword, witnesses the history of our Qingfang Sect." Lin Mohong led Ye Qing all the way, and introduced to Ye Qing when he arrived at Jianfeng.

Ye Qing nodded and said: "It's not bad."

It's a pity that the suzerain of this great sword cultivating sect has eyes but no eyes, and dares to plot against Ye Qing. Today is probably the day when it will be destroyed.

Step up to the high sky.

Ye Qing and Lin Mohong came to the main hall square.

The square of the main hall was actually empty, without a single disciple of the Qingfang Sect.

The atmosphere is subtle.

Ye Qing sensed the murderous intent buried all around.

This is really an ambush!

But Ye Qing won't be embattled on all sides!

Instead, he wants to smash Qingfangzong with a single sword!

In this throat of the abyss, kill chickens to make an example to monkeys!

Set up your own prestige!

Lin Mohong stopped in his tracks.

Ye Qing asked with a smile: "Sect Master Lin, why don't you leave?"

"There is no need to go any further." Lin Mohong said, "This place is flat and suitable for killing people."

Ye Qing said: "Sect Master Lin, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Mohong's expression changed, his whole body was full of cold air, his face was gloomy, and murderous intent was lurking between his eyebrows, and he said, "I forgot to tell you something."

"What's the matter?" Ye Qing asked.

"Among the countless flying swords at Jianfeng, the disciples' lifelong love and obsession with the way of swords are infused with them." Lin Mohong looked at the messy flying swords around him, and said quietly.

These flying swords are made of different materials.

There are wooden swords as new.

There are also wooden swords that are rotten, as if they will be turned into dust when the wind blows.

But despite its dilapidation, it still stands.

Standing is the obsession of the sword master.

There was an iron sword that was black and heavily stuck in the ground.

There are also rusty iron swords, as if human beings are dying.

But in his old age, the martyrs were full of ambition.

There are golden swords shining golden.

There are also silver swords that are like a broken silver bottle. Silver light pierced the sky. Falling stars.

There are stone swords that are heavy and unpretentious.

There is also a bone sword that is very dark.

Countless flying swords, countless kendos, and countless styles.

Countless obsessions.

Gather into desolation.

distant.

everlasting.

slim.

Ye Qing glanced at it, and said: "Is this the obsession with swordsmanship among the disciples of the Qingfang Sect? It's quite interesting!"

"Stubborn?" Lin Mohong's voice was like that of Huang Zhong Dalu, and he said deeply, "No, this is a sword array!"

"Sword Formation?" Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, "No wonder it's a bit depressed."

"It's more than just depression!" Lin Mohong said, "It's like a dragon's pool and a tiger's lair. It's a pity that we broke into this dragon's pool and tiger's lair. Ye Qing, this sword formation is the 'Wanqing Sword Formation' formed by the obsession of my Qingfang Sect disciples in the past. It is the treasure of my Qingfang Sect, you should be honored to die under the 'Wanqing Sword Formation'!"

"You want to kill me?" Ye Qing asked calmly, "Why?"

Lin Mohong seemed to hear some joke, and said: "Why, wolves eat sheep, do you have to ask why? You have no ability, but you are sitting on a rich world. This is your way of death."

"Oh." Ye Qing had a half-smile, "It's just that it's still unknown who will win the battle!"

"You know!" Lin Mohong shouted loudly, "You must be the one who dies, elders, if you don't do anything, you will cause a sword formation!"

"Yes, suzerain!"

I saw a few Tsing Yi elders suddenly walking out of the surrounding void, all ranging from eleven to twelve stars, there are seven or eight people in total, they are all the elders of Qing Fang Sect.

"Everything!"

"Everything!"

"Everything!"

"Myriad Love Sword Formation!"

I saw these elders, each of them raised their flying swords, and the flying swords roared, making a crisp sound.

For a moment, countless flying swords resonated on the entire Sword Peak.

Buzz!

Buzz buzz!

Buzz buzz buzz!

The sound of sword cries is endless.

"Thousands of swords return to one!"

"Thousands of swords return to one!"

"Thousands of swords return to one!"

Several elders of the Qingfang Sect raised their flying swords high, causing all the flying swords on Jianfeng to resonate, and then pointed the tip of the sword at Ye Qing.

Endless sword energy.

Across the universe.

Like a golden snake dancing wildly.

It's like falling leaves.

Like the rain.

endlessly.

On the square of the main hall, blue waves of sword energy surged!

The infinite sword energy all went towards Ye Qing.

Lin Mohong let out a strange laugh and said, "Ye Qing, once our Qingfang Sect's 'Wanqing Sword Formation' is activated, it will be the pinnacle of the Creator, and it's hard to win. You are a mere half-step Creator, and you will definitely die! Don't worry, after you die, I will accept all your inheritance. Your world will be mine, everything about you will be mine, and I will remember you! Dasha x!"

"Really?" Ye Qing smiled faintly, "But you don't know one thing."

Lin Mohong said: "What's the matter?"

Ye Qing said: "I am also good at using swords."

Lin Mohong said: "My 'Wanqing Sword Formation' is the number one sword formation in the world, the pinnacle of kendo, and the sum of the kendo of Qingfang Sect disciples in the past. Even if you are good at swordsmanship, you will not be the 'Wanqing Sword Formation'." opponent."

Ye Qing said: "I have a sword that can break it."

"He said he could destroy the 'Wanqing Sword Formation'? I've never seen such an overconfident person!" Lin Mohong almost laughed out loud, and said to the elders, "Are you saying it's funny or not!"

"funny."

All the elders smiled.

There was a mocking smile.

"Myriad Emotions Sword Formation" Even if it is a 13-star existence, they still have to avoid it, but cannot break it, they don't believe it at all, Ye Qing can break it!

It was the moment Ye Qing was enveloped by infinite sword energy.

Ye Qing stretched out his hand.

"Sword!"

Ye Qing said to Tian Qiong.

Between heaven and earth, the situation changed suddenly.

Dark clouds weighed on top.

The rain is coming.

The wind is all over the building.

The main hall square was shaken.

A meteor flew by.

Infinite light and heat!

Dispel the surrounding sword energy!

And above Ye Qing's right hand, there is a sword.

A dao sword.

A sword condensed with Ye Qing's Dao Heart.

Ye Qing's aura didn't change, but his gaze was as deep as the universe.

"Is this your sword?" Lin Mohong's face changed, "What kind of sword is this?"

"The sword that kills the bitch!" Ye Qing said, and swung the sword.

One Sword Frost Fourteen States!

On the sword peak, all swords fall!

All the kendos of Qingfang Sect's disciples in the past are no match for Ye Qing's sword!