"Two thousand years later?" The Holy Son obviously couldn't understand what Qin Lang meant, even an immortal cultivator who could change the rules of the Heavenly Dao couldn't accurately predict the future.

But when Qin Lang said this, he was so sure, as if this was the case, he had already seen it.

The Holy Maiden looked at the withered glory divine tree behind Qin Lang, her beautiful face sank little by little, and she gradually gave up continuing to release the golden blade divine power, because she could see that this level of divine power was simply futile in the face of an opponent like Qin Changkong, even if the number of golden light blades was ten times more, it would not be able to help such a huge withered glory divine tree.

This tree is almost like it is about to occupy the whole world, and even half of its branches and leaves are still growing, and new branches and green shoots are constantly emerging, as if it will never stop.

And the damage she did to the Tree of Withered Glory was far less than the other half of its decaying and falling branches, this magical tree seemed to maintain a strange balance, no matter how many branches and leaves grow, it had to desperately wither an equal number of branches and leaves in order to maintain this balance.

She didn't know what this magical power was, but she understood that this magical power was far more powerful than the magical powers she and the Holy Son mastered.

Only the Holy Son, his pride made him still not believe that Qin Changkong could win him, so he quickly stabilized his body and drew his holy sword.

"Luo Tianche, the holy weapon inherited by the Great Luo Tianzong for 33,000 years, once killed the strong people at the level of immortals out of the body, and injured the strong people of the excessive god stage, two hundred and seventy years ago, the sect master handed it over to me, you are very honored to be able to see the glory of this holy sword. The moment the Holy Son held Luo Tianche, his face was radiant, as if the person who had just been smashed into the golden body and flew upside down in embarrassment was not him.

With this legendary holy weapon in his hand, he really has nothing to fear, no matter how strong Qin Changkong is, can he be stronger than the out-of-body immortal that Luo Tianche once killed?

He attached so much importance to this opportunity, so he even brought this holy weapon given by the sect, he was thinking that the gods would block and kill the gods, and the Buddha would block and kill the Buddhas, before Qin Changkong appeared, his Luo Tianche was prepared for the Black Fox Elder, and in his eyes, the only monk who could compete with him and the Holy Maiden was the Black Fox Elder.

Unexpectedly, Qin Changkong, a Yuanying monk who emerged from a remote galaxy, forced him to draw his sword in advance.

But since he drew his sword, he is a cruel and ruthless swordsman, and the sword does not drink blood, and he does not intend to take it back. Even if the opponent was a strong man like Qin Changkong who had strange magical powers and cultivation that was not weaker than him in the slightest, he was confident that he would cut the opponent in half.

This is the dignity and pride of the Holy Son of Da Luo Heavenly Sect!

"Whew!"

The blade of the one-meter-and-five-meter-long Luo Tian Sword cut through the air, like a knife cutting through the water, violently splitting the calm water waves in half, and slashing at Qin Changkong's forehead in a flash.

The Holy Maiden couldn't help but shout in her heart, she and the Holy Son are both the Tianjiao of Luo Tianzong, and they have always been learning supernatural powers and practicing exercises with the Holy Son, every time the Holy Son practices the sword, she will almost always watch from the sidelines, or simply take the sword and go down to the field to fight against the Holy Son, at that time she knew that the Holy Son's sword was very fast, and the swordsmanship was also very strong, so the sect master would hand over Luo Tianche to the Holy Son instead of her.

But recalling the countless drills she had with the Holy Son, and the countless times she had seen the Holy Son practice the sword, none of the times the Holy Son swung the sword would be faster than today's sword.

This is already a sword at the limit of the Holy Son, and Qin Changkong's strength has obviously brought a lot of pressure to the Holy Son's heart, allowing him to break through his limit and play at a super level!

With such a fast and powerful sword, it is not surprising that even a single sword can cut off a starry sky beast, this is the swordsmanship that represents the powerful monks of the galaxy world, and the use of such extreme swordsmanship in this remote galaxy will make all the monks in this remote galaxy feel cold, right?

The Holy Son's hideous eyes stared at Qin Lang, as if the black-haired and black-pupiled monk in front of him had been cut in half by him with a sword, and before he died, he still couldn't believe that there would be such a fast sword in this world, and he still stared at himself with a pair of eyes hateful, wanting to take revenge but could only die in despair.

He fantasized that he was pinching Qin Changkong's Yuan Baby, and said while viciously forcing out his divine soul: "Your Yuan Baby is still quite good, if it weren't for you being so ignorant, in a few hundred years, you might not be able to reach the realm of me today." Then shatter Qin Changkong's divine soul and let this hateful guy die forever.

The fantasy was so beautiful that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It's just that the next moment, in his eyes, he saw a scene that was so fast that all time slowed down.

Qin Lang slowly stretched out two fingers and gently clamped his Luo Tianche's sword blade, Luo Tianche, who was originally launching a thunderous blow, should have split Qin Lang with a sword, but now it was crawling at a snail-like speed, and it was like a second hand that had been slowed down dozens of times, and it took a long time to "tick" and beat a grid, representing the passage of a second.

Hell, how is this possible?

The Holy Son looked at Qin Lang's fingers as if in slow motion and finally caught Luo Tianche, his heart was full of disbelief, according to his usual state, one second was enough for him to cut out more than ten swords, not to mention that this sword was the ultimate sword that made him extremely satisfied, surpassing his usual state!

Faster, faster! Cut straight through this guy's two fingers, cut off his palms and arms, and cut his chest in two by the way!

The True Yuan Force in the Holy Son's body roared, trying to slash the Holy Sword faster, but the speed of the Holy Sword just couldn't be faster.

He suddenly understood, it was not his sword that had slowed down, but that Qin Changkong's hand was too fast, he had been staring at his sword and Qin Changkong's hand, so Qin Changkong's hand and his sword had become a corresponding reference, and compared to Qin Changkong's shooting speed, his holy sword was as slow as a rusty second hand.

At that moment, this series of thoughts flashed through the Holy Son's mind, and his face suddenly turned pale.

In the eyes of the Holy Maiden, she only saw the silver-white sword light in the Holy Son's hand suddenly stopped, and the momentum of the fierce tiger descending the mountain and the charging of ten thousand troops that Luo Tianche had originally carried was suddenly completely stopped, and the abruptness finally made her so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood, but she still stared at the two sides of the battle, only to find that Qin Lang's two fingers had caught Luo Tianche of the Holy Son.

And the Holy Son's face was white and red for a while, the True Yuan Force on his body roared like a trapped tiger, and his hand holding the sword was bruised, writhing like a snake, which showed that he had exhausted all his strength.

But Luo Tianche in his hand did not move at all, as if he was cast to death in Qin Lang's hands, and it was like being pressed at the foot of a mountain by a thousand feet high, no matter how hard the Holy Son tried, it was a futile attempt.

With just two fingers, Qin Lang broke one of his swords, and by the way, he caught the holy weapon that he was proud of.

Whether he slashed down, lifted up, or pulled back, Luo Tianche just couldn't move, and was firmly controlled by Qin Changkong.

"The sword is okay. Qin Lang suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly.

"What?" The Holy Son couldn't help but be deflated, Qin Lang didn't use all his strength to control Luo Tianche like him, Qin Lang could even speak in a relaxed and calm tone even when he was pinching Luo Tianche.

Qin Lang said: "I said that the sword is okay, it is stronger than the so-called immortal magic weapon of this galaxy, and it probably has really hurt a powerhouse of this level in the Dividing God Period." ”

Qin Lang just watched the Holy Son draw his sword, then make a move, and then clamped this Luo Tianche, but he was already able to judge the quality of this holy weapon.

The Holy Son didn't know what Qin Lang meant by saying this, Luo Tianche hurt too many God Stage powerhouses, this is of course true.

Thirty-three thousand years ago, when Luo Tianzong was attacked by foreign powerhouses, Luo Tianzong almost suffered heavy losses, and the sect master had been hiding in the back mountains of the sect without making a move, until the last time, all the monks of the sect were forced to retreat to the back mountain, and those who were surrounded by foreign powerhouses were almost wiped out. The elders of the sect all thought that Luo Tianzong would be erased from now on.

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