"Murong Qingxuan!"

"You have committed a great crime, you refuse to surrender, and you dare to kill your fellow brothers!"

"It's an unforgivable sin!"

"Now that you've flexed your muscles, there's no room for manoeuvre."

"Let me fight the front, with a three-foot blue edge, to take your head!"

At this time, the battle blade on the side shouted angrily.

The long sword on his back, I don't know when, was held in the palm of his hand, and a powerful force condensed in the palm of his hand.

The hand holding the sword, creaking, almost condensed ninety percent of his strength.

If the power of this palm is held on top of anything, it can be crushed in an instant.

He was furious!

This Murong Qingxuan was not only rude to the hall master and the Qin clan, but he also injured his own life and death comrade-in-arms.

The anger in this heart was like a wild dragon's roar, and it was uncontrollable.

He must use the strongest sword he has condensed in the past ten years and directly take his head to vent the hatred in his heart.

"Zhanfeng!"

"You don't deserve it either!"

"Although you are three points higher than the strength of the Remnant Sword."

"In my eyes, it's still ants, garbage, waste!"

"If you use your sword, I will let you die on the spot!"

Murong Qingxuan looked at the angry Zhan Feng with cold eyes, he was extremely disdainful, and his face was mocking and contemptuous.

It seems that in his eyes, there is no master.

Anyone's shot, he can crush with one move, and he can kill anyone at any time!

This domineering spirit made him feel invincible in the world.

"In the Temple of the Gods, there is no such thing as being worthy or unworthy!"

"Only, dare or not, fight or not!"

"When you meet the enemy, you will fight, and you will not retreat!"

"It's my battle, and the purpose of the Temple of the Gods!"

"Your actions today have completely explained that you are one of the traitors who betrayed the hall master back then!"

"Kill you, it's a must!"

Zhan Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely cold, and the long sword in his hand was clenched again.

"If you're not afraid of death, come!"

Murong Qingxuan waved his hand, and there was a strong stir, and the top ten battle king-level masters and the remaining bodyguards around him were all shocked and retreated.

In front of him, a large clearing was suddenly left.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

As soon as he shook off his subordinates, three sword lights were already attacking in front of him.

Dazzling light, fierce sword energy.

Attack and kill on three sides, as fast as thunder.

In just one second, Murong Qingxuan felt that the front, left, and right sides of his body were all enveloped by the sword qi of Zhan Feng.

The three sword qi slashed down overwhelmingly.

"One sword, three kills!"

"In this second, you cut out three swords, and the sword qi broke through three sides."

"It's a strong ...... of course"

"But for me......"

"To me, it's still rubbish!"

As he spoke, a Fan Cage Gangfeng shroud appeared out of thin air on his body, blocking Zhan Feng's three sword qi.

But the powerful sword qi made him feel some pressure, and when he spoke, he was a little sluggish and a little struggling.

"The first sword, trap you!"

Zhan Feng's grim face with an awe-inspiring murderous aura was less than a zhang away from Murong Qingxuan.

At this time, his words were cold and murderous.

"Second sword, waste you!"

Not a word fell, and then a sword slashed out.

"Boom!"

The speed of this sword was even faster than it was just a few points earlier, and almost no one could see how he struck it.

The second sword comes out in the blink of an eye, and it is closed in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

With a bang, Fan Langgang's wind hood suddenly shattered, and a powerful qi pierced into his arm.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

……

Between one or two breaths, Murong Qingxuan's arm suddenly became a blur of flesh and blood, and blood splattered......

Rao is body is strong, his muscles and bones are like iron, and at this moment, under the pressure of Zhan Feng's powerful sword qi, his arm is still ......

"Forehead ......"

He was in pain, and his body suddenly fell backwards.

And there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

This Zhan Feng was still a stunned green-haired boy back then, and he only had three points of kendo cultivation.

Why is it so strong now?

At this moment, he suddenly had a trace of horror in his heart.

At this time, he didn't have time to think about it.

Shot like the wind, quickly sealed the acupuncture points on his arm, stopped the blood, and at the same time took out a delicate jade bottle, poured out a few pills, and swallowed them directly.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

He swallowed the pill, looked up to the heavens, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing and the blood veins swam, and the muscles and bones were reborn intermittently, and he quickly recovered at a speed visible to his physical body.

The arm, which was originally bloody and blurry, quickly scabbed over at this moment, and the trauma healed instantly.

It's the strongest and fastest healing technique in history.

Everyone exclaimed in a low voice, and couldn't help but be even more shocked in their hearts, this Murong Qingxuan's strength was too strong, no wonder he dared to compete with a world-famous powerhouse like Xiao Lingtian.

After the injury, after a few seconds, he was reborn.

This kind of medical Dao strength, and the martial arts strength of peerless masters such as single-handedly crushing the Remnant Sword, made the fear in the hearts of the people of the four major families even stronger.

"Murong Qingxuan!"

"This third sword, I will take your head!"

Zhan Feng deliberately waited for him to heal his wounds, and then raised the long sword in his hand and let out a cold snort.

At this time, on the body of the sword, there was a fierce killing intent.

"Come on!"

"Your sword slashes out ......"

"I will take your life!"

After Murong Qingxuan recovered from his injuries, he restrained his arrogance, but the killing intent in his eyes was ten times stronger, a hundred times.

With a twist of his palm, a short knife appeared in his palm......

A cloud of black qi swirled around the blade, exuding a suffocating cold aura.

"Zhan Feng, stop!"

Xiao Lingtian beckoned, stopped the battle front, and then took a step forward and looked at Murong Qingxuan: "This last sword, a life-threatening sword, should be me!" ”

As he spoke, the sword box shattered.

A king's sword appeared in front of everyone.

"Sword of the Gods!"

"The Extreme of the Sword, the Sword of the Northern King!"

Murong Qingxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed.

Under his exclamation, he suddenly felt a sudden chill on his back, and a trace of cold sweat broke out from his back......

A breath of death quietly enveloped him!