Qianjue stood up, calmly and calmly, without any fear.

Since this matter started because of him, he naturally would not cower and hide behind the crowd. Moreover, the cultivation of the Eastern Evil Truth was already comparable to that of ordinary ancestor-level masters, and Mu Jianyun and the others couldn't stop it at all.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are already a little chaotic, and the demonic energy of the demon refining cave is no longer gushing, but many terrifying cracks have appeared, as if a peerless demon is about to come out.

And that dragon vein traveled high in the air, forcing away the cold aura, and finally lay on the sword peak, the aura on his body quickly decreased, and slowly merged into it. This made the Eastern Evil Truth a little surprised, because it was obvious that the giant sword hidden inside the Sword Peak was absorbing the aura on the dragon vein.

But so what? For a little monk who only had the peak cultivation of the Kaiyuan Realm, he could tear it to pieces with one hand.

Qian Jue stood in place, holding the wood knife that was generally full of patina in his right hand, and the strength in his body had already surged to the peak.

Just when the Eastern Evil Truth expressed its intentions, Qian Jue had already mobilized all the immortal Dao cultivation in his body, secretly condensing the seven waves of demons, and at this moment it had reached the second level. He was preparing for the strongest blow.

The Eastern Evil Truth could see at a glance what kind of spell was brewing in Qianjue, but he didn't care. Because the other party is not worthy.

"You don't seem to care about my preparation. Qianjue said indifferently.

"It's just an ant, what if you give you a royal soldier?" said the Eastern Evil Truth, "but I've heard some rumors about you yourself, and I'd like to see what makes you special." ”

Qian Jue has secretly integrated the martial arts cultivation into it, fusing the third wave.

There are seven waves of monsters, one stronger than the other, layer by layer, and the further back it goes, the more difficult it becomes. Qianjue knew that in the face of such a peerless master, he had to work hard from the beginning. And, no longer keep your hole cards.

Including his identity as a warrior.

"Buzz!"

Eleven golden threads emerged from him, and the Dao was brilliant, and a strong aura erupted.

"Oh my God! he actually opened the eleven Yuan Channels!" Someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Ahh

"This aura is so strong! Eleven Yuan Pulses are really far beyond their peers. If you wait for him to grow up...... What level of powerhouse will it be?"

"What's going on?'s body seems to have become a little illusory...... Someone suddenly found that Qianjue's body seemed to be in an illusion, and a faint light emanated around his body, and the whole person actually became a little transparent.

Qian Jue naturally felt the change in himself, but there was no way, in order to fight against the person in front of him, he had to use the eleventh Yuan Vein. Even if he knew that after using this vein, he would undergo a treacherous transformation.

It is said that in history, someone once activated the twelve Yuan Channels, and then the whole person disappeared out of thin air. He had only used eleven realms, and he was already about to merge into the void.

However, he had also gained great strength, and he felt that his true combat power had already exceeded the scope of the Kaiyuan Realm.

The seven waves of monsters, the fourth wave, quietly condensed on the firewood knife.

Cangye followed the Daoist in Tsing Yi to the outside of the Sword Sect, and at this moment, seeing the aura bursting out of Qianjue's body, he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, "It's so strong! If you fight in the same realm, what will be the result?"

Xiao Qingling and Gai Duxing's eyes widened at the same time, they didn't expect that Qian Jue would actually open the eleven Yuan Veins.

The Golden Vulture appeared in the corner of the Sword Sect at some point, followed by a few old servants, all of whom were extremely cultivated, looking at the eleven Yuan Channels of the Thousand Peerless Realms, and sneered: "In front of the absolute masters, even if all the twelve Yuan Realms are opened, what if they die." ”

"My Buddha is merciful, Qianjue is really perverted!" Monk Dao Shen also came.

In addition, there were people from the six sects of Xiling who came, and there were also people from Dongxuan who lurked around the Sword Sect, waiting for an opportunity to move.

"Sure enough, it's interesting. The Eastern Evil Truth had already felt the rising power of Qianjue's body, but he was still indifferent, "Can it be stronger?" He was looking forward to the feeling that the other party had tried his best, but he was still being shattered by his own palm.

"Monster Seven Waves, Four Stacks!"

Qian Jue let out a low cry, and the runes in his body surged wildly, and the silver immortal runes and the golden martial arts runes bloomed at the same time, brilliant and brilliant, condensed on the firewood knife, and in a trance, it was like holding a blazing star.

The pupils of the Eastern Evil Truth shrank.

"You're a warrior?!"

Not only the Eastern Evil Truth, but everyone present was shocked, and even the Ancestor-level characters who had been hiding in the depths of the void couldn't help but jump out.

"Sure enough, it's a warrior!"

Lei Sect Ancestor's face was gloomy.

"Be punished!" the Yin Yang Sect Ancestor was full of murderous aura.

Qianjue smiled, "What about the martial artist?"

"Boom!"

The monster sevenfold wave, a thousand uniques, fused four times in succession, and overlapped them.

A wave and a heavy sky, each heavy is a new height, containing the mystery of endless magic, at this moment, it is fused together with all its might, condensed on the firewood knife, blooming with infinite brilliance, domineering, faintly making people have the illusion that the master of the Divine Hidden Realm has released the spell!

However, Qian Jue was only a peak powerhouse in the Kaiyuan Realm.

A knife fell, and the vast power poured out, and when the air was pressed.

All the monks of the same generation were thinking, can they follow such a brilliant sword?

The Eastern Evil Truth sneered, just raised his hand slightly, and the infinite runes surrounded it, and it resisted the blade of the Thousand Peerless Ones in one fell swoop.

To put it mildly, it withstood the most pinnacle of a thousand swords. Everyone gasped.

Qian Jue knew that the other party's cultivation was deep, and his own blow could not cause the other party to be injured, but when he saw that the Eastern Evil Truth was so comfortable, he was still shocked.

But he was not afraid, because the blade was taken over by the Eastern Evil Truth, which did not mean the end.

"Boom!"

Shocking protrusions.

The firewood knife that was grabbed by the Eastern Evil Truth suddenly bloomed with infinite coercion, and the majestic power gushed out from it, turning into sharp swords that pierced through the void and poured out from his finger swords.

What flowed out was the blood of the Eastern Evil Truth.

If he hadn't reacted in time and hurriedly mobilized all his strength to protect his right hand, his right hand would have been completely abolished. Even so, the right hand was seriously injured.

"This knife...... Extraordinary! Could it be Wang Bing?"

Dong Xiedi's eyes shrank, what he cared about was not that Qian Jue had hurt himself, but that the firewood knife in his hand was extraordinary. But he was very strange, a little monk like Qianjue could not control Wang Bing at all. But if it weren't for the king's soldiers, what kind of weapon could hurt him?

However, the Eastern Evil Truth was injured by a thousand absolute right hands in the eyes of others, but it became an incredible thing.

A little monk at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm actually injured a master at the Cave Heaven Realm Ancestor level!

But then, everyone was silent, because the Eastern Evil Truth moved.