In the corner of the continent.

In a forest burning with burning fire, a man in green raised his sword and swelled brightly, and a hundred meters away, four figures used all their strength to resist the sword qi of the man in green in the middle.

"What a Burial Sword Abyss Lord, I didn't expect you to have this hand!"

A blue-light figure blocked by the ice barrier said through gritted teeth. The Dao Dao sword qi emitted by the Blue Light Sword condensed into thousands of substantial blades, cutting through everyone.

After a long time, the body of the man in green trembled more and more, the sword qi gradually weakened, and the four figures saw the situation and wanted to seize the opportunity, but they were already injured and could not get out.

After more than a dozen breaths, the man in green shouted, clenched the hilt of the sword, and rotated the sword body, only to see that the light of his whole body instantly expanded, and the tip of the sword was pointing downward, and the sword was pestle.

"Burial-Sword-Robbery!"

He shouted word by word with a hoarse voice that vomited blood, and when he reached the last word, the tip of the sword was three inches into the ground, and the black-green spiritual power aura spread from the blade of the sword in all directions, like lightning blasting, thunder and thunder, less than a blink of an eye, it had spread for several miles, and the entire mountain was trampled by the giant feet of the sky, sand, stone and trees, all of which rose up.

The barrier released by the four light and shadow people that was swept by was broken with a blow, the weapon in his hand fell off, and the whole person flew out like an arrow from the string in the direction of the extension of the aura, mixed with the remnants that were shaken, and the spiritual light on his body disappeared.

Wherever the sword qi coercion passed, none of them were complete!

"Poof!"

The sword qi only lasted less than three seconds, and the green-clothed man spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, the aura dissipated instantly, the earth and stones fell in the air, and the light of the blue light sword disappeared, revealing the pitch-black sword body.

The man in green raised his strong eyelids, and the four figures were no longer visible, and at this moment, his ears suddenly moved, as if he had sensed something, and then took out the funeral sword and ran backwards.

When the man in green disappeared, a figure of red light helped the four of them to fall to the place where he was before, and the pure spiritual power wrapped around their seriously injured bodies.

"Big brother, are you still chasing after you?"

The red light figure asked lightly, he was hit hard before, he paused to breathe for a while, and when he arrived, he just happened to save the four people who were about to die.

The blue-clothed sword-carrying old man, who was called Big Brother, straightened up regardless of the injuries all over his body, and gasped:

"Chase! He's run out of oil! Now that he's about to be killed, how can you give up!"

The red-light figure looked up in the direction he had fled.

"This road is the road to the underworld. ”

About half an hour, the man in green came to a cliff, the sky was dark red, under the cliff, there was enough suffocating anger, looking down, as if there were thousands of dead spirits watching him, if it wasn't for his cultivation to make him have a strong spirit, this glance, can make him crazy.

The man in green suddenly felt a chill in his vest, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, because he was too seriously injured, he was now able to calm down, his legs were weak, and the pestle sword knelt down.

Feeling the wind with a ghostly howl coming from all directions, he narrowed his eyes.

"This is the land of all ghosts in the underworld, the ghost burial cliff!"

"It seems that when I die today, I really counted it out!"

After speaking, the man in green Chen Qing looked at the funeral sword in his hand, his eyes fluttered, a trace of affection flashed, and he laughed to himself.

"Qing'er, you said that if I don't kill anymore, I won't kill anymore, but you are slandered and insulted by those people, how can I stand it?"

"You always say forget it, what's the use of other people's words?"

"But I can't stand it, I can't stand those people treating you like that! If I can't protect this body cultivation, then what's the use of me becoming the number one in the world! I'll kill them all now, the eight major families, the nine major Xuanmen, I will show my feelings, and I won't leave any of them!"

"Qing'er, will you understand me? Will you forgive me?

Chen Qing smiled, there was no sound, his eyes were out of his mind, for a long time, his eyes were suddenly terrifying, his forehead was bulging, like a winding green snake, trembling with his body and turning around with his sword, staring at the five old men who were walking slowly behind him.

I saw that the five people in the middle were wearing robes of different colors, and the collar of the robe had the same delicate pattern, which was still clearly visible under the bloodstains.

"Chen Qing, you don't have the strength to fight anymore, throw away the sword in your hand, I will make you kowtow to death in front of my dead father!"

One of the five men stepped forward, murderous intent in his eyes.

Chen Qing laughed out loud, and after laughing twice, he coughed violently, blood sliding from the corners of his mouth, but he was still laughing.

"Hahaha! ahem, ahem, haha!"

"Your damn father, who lived for a hundred years, and still bites like a dog, you say, should he be killed?"

Chen Qing's eyes were red, the man raised his finger and said a word you, and Chen Qing said:

"But it's a pity that I was attacked by your dog father, otherwise, a few of your ants would also want to kill me, it's really delusional!"

"But fortunately, my burial sword tribulation has shattered the dantian of the four of you, just wait to become a waste!"

"You are my last target, although I can't kill you, but your pavilion master is dead, and there is only one of the five elders left. ”

"The ninth Xuanmen, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, from now on, will also disappear!

Chen Qing laughed again, and among the five people in front of him, an old man walked out again, he was dressed in red, and he was the red-light figure who had come to save the others before! He shouted a word of affection in a muffled voice, and then raised his hand, and a flame instantly enveloped the man in green like a burning sky.

Chen Qing held back the pain and continued to laugh, he dragged his sword and gradually retreated to the top of the cliff.

"Not good!"

The man in blue saw that he was about to jump off the cliff, but the man in red used his fingers to condense and pull him away.

Chen Qing used up the last trace of spiritual power, and the sword light of the funeral sword flashed, and the sword cut off the tip of the cliff.

"Hold him up!"

The man in blue roared, and the man in red was shocked by the last sword qi, and his spiritual power dispersed.

The five of them walked to the edge of the cliff and watched him collapse in the air with his sword and gradually disappear under the dark cliff.

......

At dawn, Chen Changxiao was awakened, he leaned against the wall, his eyes were red, his face was dull, his left hand trembled slightly, he hurriedly ripped off the bandage, and a clear green light ghost charm appeared on his hand, and his brain suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle, and a stream of information forcibly appeared in his mind.

He looked at the ghost talisman, according to the information in his mind, the spiritual power moved, the ghost talisman disappeared, and then moved, and then reappeared, and in the depths of his pupils, a green flame seemed to break through some kind of restraint and burned happily.

Chen Changxiao did it again according to the information, and a green ghost fire burned in his hand, although it was a flame, it did not have any temperature, but it was cold and piercing.

He raised his head, and Mo Jingyao was sitting at the tea table at this time, looking at him in a daze.

Chen Changxiao withdrew the flames, clenched his fists, and said seriously to Mo Jingyao:

"Chen Qing, Heavenly Sword Pavilion, Ghost Burial Cliff, Eight Great Families, Nine Great Xuanmen, and me, who is it?"