Chapter 152 The Sword of Heavenly Sword Is Broken! Nine Yin Manual

Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly, but Su Changqing's double swords were already killing him from a distance.

He suddenly threw it out, red, frosty and snowy, the two swords were dazzling, the sword energy was raging, dominating the world.

The two swords clanged in the air, piercing the two men's chests, and pinned them on the stone tower.

Su Changqing stepped forward, pulled out the two swords and put them into their scabbards. Blood flowed out freely, dyeing the square red.

This scene was so tragic that Murong Fu, Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, and the Seven Wudang Heroes all trembled in their hearts and could not recover for a long time.

"Fortunately, senior brother, you didn't take action, otherwise I would be afraid..." Ning Zhong couldn't help but said in fear.

"This person is absolutely invincible, I'm afraid he is comparable to Master Zhang of Wudang." Yue Buqun stared at Su Changqing and said in shock.

"Zhenren Zhang, my ancestor has an old relationship with you, save me..." He Taichong was horrified and ran towards the Zhenwu Hall.

Su Changqing stepped forward, his eyes as cold as lightning. As he passed by Kong Jian, his right arm was broken and drooped, with the white bones even leaking out.

"Master, there are very few people in the world who can receive Changqing's punch. When I visit the Shaolin Temple, I would like to ask Master for your guidance." Su Changqing did not take action, but said calmly.

"Hou Changqing doesn't have to be like this. A poor monk who has been practicing hard for fifty years is not the enemy of Your Excellency." Kong Jian was shocked in his heart, suddenly felt sad, and sighed softly.

"Marquis Changqing, this poor nun has made a big mistake, but please return my Emei Yitian Sword..." Miejie was unable to get up. He was supported by many disciples and stared at Su Changqing with bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Her chest was completely broken, and she knew she didn't have much time left, so she just wanted to get the Yitian Sword back.

Su Changqing heard the words and stared at the sword in his hand. Wisps of green energy filled the air, with a bone-piercing cold light, containing the power of heaven and earth.

"This Yitian Sword is nothing more than that."

He pulled out two fingers together and jammed the green sword in his hand. He exerted force suddenly, and his fingers seemed to be made of gold, with brilliance flowing.

With a click, the Yitian Sword broke and fell to both sides. The fragments were also extremely sharp and inserted directly into the bluestone slab, going deep into it.

Everyone's eyes were horrified, and Miexu was even more disbelieving, staring at the broken sword on the ground.

If you can't rely on the sky, who can compete with him and be defeated by Su Changqing?

Su Changqing grabbed a piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing that had fallen from the sword, put it into his sleeve, and walked to the front of the hall without even looking at the broken sword on the ground.

"There are rumors in the world that if you have the Dragon Slaying Sword, you can conquer the world with the Yitian Sword. There is something strange hidden in it, but I didn't expect it to be true. I'm afraid there is something in the Dragon Slaying Sword, but unfortunately no one has a body as strong as Su Changqing."

Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu looked at each other and said in shock.

This kind of physical strength is simply shocking. His scalp is numb, and he can shatter the Yitian Sword with two fingers.

"Hou Changqing, I am not targeting you, I just want the dragon-slaying sword."

"I don't want it anymore...I don't want it anymore, as long as you let me go." He Taichong's face turned pale and he begged bitterly.

Su Changqing stepped forward without any ripples, with murderous intent like the sea.

"Master Zhang, help me stop him. From now on, my Kunlun faction will follow your lead." He Taichong shouted when he saw Su Changqing still walking towards him.

The dignified head of the Kunlun Sect, nicknamed "Mr. Tieqin", looks elegant and unrestrained on the surface, has excellent swordsmanship, and thinks he is taller than the sky, but his character is despicable. He is not as good as Miejie Shitai. Even if he dies, he will die openly and never beg for anything. One cent.

"Zhenzhen Zhang." Su Changqing said with blood-stained white clothes and cupped his hands. He was calm and calm, but he could not hide his domineering and unparalleled aura.

No one in the crowd dared to speak, and they stared at each other. Many female disciples of the Emei Sect were shocked and excited. Could it be that he wanted to fight Zhenren Zhang?

"It's really extraordinary. Changqing Hou is amazingly talented and beautiful. His physical body and true energy are both martial saints. It's rare in the world." Zhang Sanfeng said in admiration while stroking his beard.

"Ancestor He Taichong does have an old relationship with me, the Taoist priest." Zhang Sanfeng said softly.

Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said: "I am not a murderer. If people want to kill me, I will kill them."

"Jiumozhi is not mine, but he did follow me."

"I will issue a yellow-letter commander to capture Jiumozhi all over the world. This is one of them."

"Old Taoist, thank you, Marquis Changqing." Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Real people don't have to be like this." Su Changqing said calmly: "Secondly, in ten days, in the name of me, Marquis Changqing, we will use the entire Qinghai province's troops to attack the Kunlun Mountains!"

"I won't kill He Taichong today. One is Zhenren, the other is Wuliang, and the third is this Zhenwu Palace."

"I will not kill him when he enters the palace. The day he leaves the palace is the day he dies."

"But when the Kunlun Sect is destroyed, no one of the Kunlun Sect will be left alive!"

Su Changqing's voice was calm, but it was like lightning across the sky, hammering into the hearts of everyone present, making people tremble.

"When will I have such courage as him?"

Murong Fu felt ashamed in his heart, turned around and left, sitting on a chair. Wang Yuyan had tears in her eyes and wanted to step forward to hug him, but was slapped away by him.

"Go away! If I had Su Changqing's strength and identity, it would be easy to restore the country! Hateful!"

At the gate of the palace, He Taichong's heart surged with horror, and he regretted provoking such a murderous god.

Master Zhang needs to take care of his disciples and does not want to commit more crimes. He has not left the mountain for decades.

But Su Changqing is only twenty years old. This kind of person is unparalleled in the world. He can live for 180 years. How many years will he rule the world?

He is also the Changqing Hou who is famous all over the world. I am afraid that the whole world is in the hands of this person.

"Wrong, wrong, everything is wrong... I have destroyed my sect and it is difficult to face the master of the Emei Sect."

Miejue roared sadly, her chest sunken, she pushed away many disciples, staggered forward, spurted out a mouthful of blood, stared at the broken Yitian Sword, could not hide the sadness in her heart.

"From today on, Ding Minjun will be in charge of Emei Sect, and all the skills in the sect will be handed over to the Huangzi Division!"

Emei Sect has been established for a longer time than Wudang, but its foundation is also unstable, and there are no amazing disciples like the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

How could she afford to offend Su Changqing? After explaining the funeral, there was no hope for her to survive, she fell to the ground and died.

The Wuliang Patriarch stared at Su Changqing and admired him in his heart. Su Changqing respected the Great Emperor Zhenwu very much.

It's a pity that he doesn't use a sword. Zhenwu's cultivation of the ancient world, 70% of it is in the Nine Heavens Demon Sword Art.

It's okay to be a friend, but it's really not okay to accept a disciple.

"He Taichong, you come out and commit suicide, so as not to cause trouble again." The Wuliang Patriarch said softly.

Everyone was staring at the hall. Outside the hall, a woman in white came from a small path and appeared in a corner. She was wearing a long dress embroidered with gold and her skin was as white as snow.

She was Lin Yuchan who had just woken up. This sleep was the best sleep she had ever had in her life.

Lin Yuchan yawned, her eyes were hazy but unusually bright. Suddenly she glanced at a corner and stared at the Yitian Sword on the ground that was broken by Su Changqing's two fingers.

Even though it was broken, the Yitian Sword was still extremely terrifying and extremely sharp. She came to it, picked it up lightly, and carefully wrapped it with her clothes.

She liked swords and had liked them for a long time.

The Lin family started with swords, and their ancestors were famous for their swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits.

Unfortunately, she had weak bones since she was a child, lacked the sea of ​​qi in her body, and could not practice martial arts. Now it is just right.

She didn't know that this was the world-famous Yitian Sword.

No one wants this broken sword, but I do.

Wuliang Patriarch originally wanted to mock He Taichong for fun, but when he saw this scene in the distance, he was suddenly surprised and happy.

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