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Chapter 1250: Sword Emperor, Sword is Too Empty

"No!"

Angry voices were heard from behind.

However, Ye Qingyun didn't pay any attention to it, and directly strode to the young man's side, and then his right hand was suddenly placed on the hilt of the Ruthless Holy Dragon Sword, and the sword was pulled out violently.

A sword was drawn, the cold light rose, and the head fell!

The Holy Young of the Northern Hell Holy Land died in the hands of Ye Qingyun like this.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, who was one of the four protectors of the Northern Netherworld Holy Land, and was responsible for protecting the Holy Young.

In the Northern Hell Holy Land, there are two great saints and one great saint!

The Saint was the strongest and most gifted of all the disciples in the Northern Netherworld Holy Land, and the Saint Young was second only to the existence of the Saint.

If an ordinary saint dies, then a new saint will be produced from two saints, and ordinary disciples will become the vacant saints through layers of screening.

After the death of Beihaitian, it means a lot.

First of all, the protector who protects Beihaitian is likely to lose his position, or even fall to the ground.

Therefore, when the middle-aged man saw this scene, his face became extremely hideous, his eyes were extremely red, he stared at Ye Qingyun deadly, and his breath suddenly burst out.

This is a fivefold cultivation of the Immortal Palace Realm.

The momentum of his whole body bloomed, and he pressed towards Ye Qingyun like a mountain range.

"Boy, do you really want to die?"

Ye Qingyun didn't reply to his words, but his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the Ruthless Holy Dragon Sword again, ready for battle!

"It's really lively here!" However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from the void, and then, in the void, a demon beast appeared.

The beast looked like a lion, but it had nine pairs of long wings on its back.

Nine-winged griffon!

Everyone looked up in unison, and found that there was a middle-aged man with a good temperament standing on the nine-winged griffin.

The middle-aged man held a very high-quality long sword in his hand.

"It's the Sword Emperor's sword is too empty!" someone recognized the middle-aged man and couldn't help but exclaim.

In the endless sea, there are three of the most famous among the older generation of swordsmen, namely Sword Emperor Jian Taixu, and Sword Immortal Zhang Haoran, and the last one is Jian Ziyang, who is regarded as the world's first sword emperor.

And among the younger generation, there are three outstanding swordsmen, a total of three, known as the three major swordsmen.

Before, Ye Qingyun had fought against a swordsman, who was a swordsman from the Southern Regions, named Sword.

This sword Taixu is a man who loves swords, and it is said that he does not know how many famous swords he has collected.

There were swords that he didn't even want to take out and use.

Jian Taixu stepped on the back of the nine-winged griffin, holding a sword in his hand, looking down, before he saw a golden sword flashing, his heart moved, and he rushed quickly, and now, he knew that the golden sword came from the saber on the waist of the white-clothed young man below.

"Good sword!" Looking at this sword, Jian Taixu's eyes lit up slightly, and a fiery color gradually emerged.

For swords, he has an understanding and vision beyond ordinary people.

If he can say the word good sword in his mouth, then it means that the sword is really good.

"Little brother, can you give me this sword? Jian Tai stood with his hands in his hands and said with a smile.

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned, and then looked at Ye Qingyun, and a look of envy appeared on their faces.

However, the middle-aged man standing opposite Ye Qingyun's face sank directly, and his eyes were even more gloomy, he knew that he was definitely not an opponent of the sword too weak.

This sword is too void and is known as the sword without a shadow, which means that the speed of the sword is faster than lightning, and you just blink your eyes slightly, and you will find that the human head has already landed.

"Sword Emperor, he killed my Holy Young Man of the Northern Netherworld Holy Land, do you really want to help him?Want to offend my Northern Netherworld Holy Land?" his face was gloomy, and he looked at the sword Tai Xuan who was high above him, and his voice was full of threat.

He knew that he was not the opponent of the other party, so he had to use the Northern Hell Holy Land to suppress the other party.

"As long as the little brother can give me the golden sword in his hand, then even if that old ghost from the Northern Hell Holy Land comes, I will definitely keep you safe!" The sword was too vain to stand in his hands, his eyes were indifferent, and a determined look appeared on his face, which showed how much he attached importance to the ruthless holy dragon sword in Ye Qingyun's hand.

When the guard of the Northern Netherworld Holy Land heard this, his eyes became gloomy again, and his face was gloomy, like a cloud, he didn't expect this guy to attach so much importance to that long sword, his eyes rolled a little, and he said: "Lord Sword Emperor, I will kill him, and then give you the long sword in his hand, or not!"

"You know what a fart!" Jian Taixu heard this, his eyes narrowed directly, and said: "First, I am not such a person, and second, the sword has spirituality, if I forcibly take it away, this sword will not be a good sword! In my hands, it cannot be integrated with my sword!"

When Ye Qingyun heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, he raised his head, looked at the sword Taixu, and secretly thought in his heart: "This person knows a lot about swords!"

Indeed, the sword is truly spiritual.

"Thank you Sword Emperor, but my sword has followed me for many years, and I won't let this sword be abandoned. Ye Qingyun said slowly.

At this moment, Jian Taixu, who heard this, frowned more and more, and said, "Little brother, can you deal with this person? If you don't give me this sword, I won't help you deal with him!"

He could deal with the entire Northern Underworld for the sake of a sword that he fancied, but he wouldn't deal with the entire Northern Underworld for the sake of a stranger.

Hearing this, the protector of the Northern Destiny Holy Land couldn't help but be overjoyed, and looked at Ye Qingyun with a relieved expression.

"Thank you seniors for your kindness, but I really don't want to take out this sword!" Ye Qingyun still shook his head and said slowly.

In the rear, Rika blamed herself at the moment, if she hadn't spoken out before, how could there be such a thing.

"It's all my fault, it's all my ......," she said fiercely.

Although Wen Xueqing beside him was also worried, he still continued to comfort Pear Blossom and said, "You have to believe in Brother Ye! Brother Ye's combat power is not as simple as it seems on the surface. ”

Pear Blossom nodded, and at the same time, a pair of eyes stared closely at the emaciated figure in front of her, and prayed silently in her heart, hoping that Brother Ye would not have an accident.

"You really don't want me to help?" Jian Taixu frowned, looking at Ye Qingyun, his tone at this moment was actually a little unkind, and his tone became sharp, piercing the void.

"I really don't need it!" Ye Qingyun naturally understood the meaning of the sword being too empty, and undoubtedly wanted him to take the initiative to hand over the ruthless holy dragon sword in his hand.