Although Bei Qiufeng had obtained part of the power instilled by the ancestor of the Minshan Sword Sect through the technique of sacrifice, he still could not escape Qin Lang's volley.

What about the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster's junior rank?

In the frightened gazes of Cheng Dao, Liu Qing, and Han Bingyu, the Northern Autumn Wind of the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster's initial rank did not have the slightest power to parry under Qin Lang's volley.

The powerful and unrivaled palm power is like a mountain, falling towards the north autumn wind.

Bei Qiufeng wanted to resist, but the suffocating pressure made him unable to roar.

Burst!

Bei Qiufeng knelt on his knees, and deep grooves appeared on the hard ground of the sword room.

Click!

Both knees exploded, and blood splattered out.

Poof!

Bei Qiufeng's face began to distort, and the blue tendons and blood vessels on his forehead bulged high, and there was a sign that he wanted to burst.

Finally, his seven orifices wanted to spurt blood.

Yes...

In the unwillingness, in the screams, the North Autumn Wind died!

At the moment when the northern autumn wind died, in the depths of the snow-capped mountains in the northwest of Huaguo, there was a sect.

A white-haired old man was closing his eyes, feeling the rules between heaven and earth, and suddenly, a disciple in Tsing Yi came in a hurry with a panicked face.

"Oh no, Grand Elder. The disciple in Tsing Yi knelt down, his body trembling.

Everyone knows that the Great Elder has a bad temper, and if he is not careful, he will die at the hands of the Great Elder.

The white-haired old man opened his eyes, and a trace of fierceness flashed through his eyes, when he comprehended the rules of heaven and earth, he was most taboo for others to break in and disturb him.

He glanced coldly at the disciple in Tsing Yi and said, "What's the matter?"

The disciple in Tsing Yi said in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Bei... Brother North's life lamp... extinguished..."

When the white-haired old man heard this, a terrifying momentum erupted from his body, and he shouted categorically, "What did you say?

The disciples of the Minshan Sword Sect all have a life lamp in the sect, and if a disciple dies, then the corresponding life lamp will be extinguished.

Because, the Minshan Sword Sect branded a wisp of the disciple's divine soul on the life lamp.

People die, the lights go out!

The life lamp of the northern autumn wind is extinguished, then he is dead!

Up and down the Minshan Sword Sect, everyone knows the relationship between Bei Qiufeng and the Great Elder, no wonder the disciples in Tsing Yi are so nervous!

"The disciple saw with his own eyes, less than a quarter of an hour ago, Senior Brother Bei's life lamp, as well as Elder Haka's life lamp, were all extinguished!"

The disciple in Tsing Yi was covered with sweat on his forehead, and his face turned pale, for fear that the Great Elder would kill him in anger.

The Great Elder gritted his teeth, a look of hatred shot out of his eyes, he regained his composure, and said, "Check, go check immediately, but do it secretly, don't be discovered by Nan Jiyun and the sect master!"

The disciple in Tsing Yi was relieved and took the order to leave.

"No matter who you are, kill my son, I will kill you, and I will also connect the ten clans!" The Great Elder looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and slapped it with one palm, and the stone table shattered into powder in response.

Seeing Qin Lang kill the Northern Autumn Wind of the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster's junior rank with one palm, the three of them only felt extremely frightened.

Could it be that the Heavenly Sword Sect's Nine Consecutive Soul Suppression Array had no suppressive effect on Qin Lang?

Otherwise, in the sword room, how could Qin Lang kill the Northern Autumn Wind of the Heavenly Realm Grandmaster Realm with one palm?

Suddenly, Yu Chengdao and Liu Qing looked at Qin Lang's gaze, with fear and awe.

Qin Lang looked at the dense sea of swords, closed his eyes, and his divine thoughts separated countless wisps, and then floated towards the divine soldiers.

Buzzing...

There was a violent buzzing sound in the sword room, and ten thousand divine soldiers trembled.

Suddenly, under the incredulous gaze of the three of them, ten thousand divine weapons flew out in unison, and then disappeared into the sword room out of thin air.

"What? 10,000 divine soldiers disappeared out of thin air?"

Yu Chengdao looked shocked.

At this moment, the sword room was empty, only the remaining sword intent.

"Let's go, this sword room is already empty!" Qin Lang said lightly, and suddenly he looked at Han Bingyu, "Where are you going?"

Han Bingyu's face was stunned, and then he was a little red, "You saved my life today, and I'll see you again in the future!"

She understood what Qin Lang meant.

Qin Lang killed Ling Feng and stood on the opposite side of Yandang Mountain.

Not only that, Bei Qiufeng and Haka also died at the hands of Qin Lang, it can be said that he has set up too many strong enemies!

If Han Bingyu is not with Qin Lang, he will naturally have a lot less trouble.

Qin Lang's eyes did not move, and his face was expressionless.

"Name this white sword. "Where is the posture of an iceberg beauty in the cold ice rain at this time, and her body has long been exposed in Qin Lang's eyes.

Qin Lang thought for a moment, and said lightly: "Bai Hong!"

"Okay, let's call it Baihong!" a smile appeared on Han Bingyu's face.

Saying goodbye to the cold ice and rain, although he was reluctant, there was no reason to stay by Qin Lang's side.

"Although the two of you have a low realm, they are my slaves after all, and these two swords are in line with your cultivation exercises, so let's use them for the time being. ”

When the cold ice and rain left, Qin Lang looked at Yu Chengdao and Liu Qing and said lightly.

Two long swords with a dull luster appeared in front of the two of them, and the blades exuded two completely different auras.

"Thank you, master!" Yu Chengdao and Liu Qing's eyes lit up, and they immediately knelt on the ground to thank them.

Starting with the ancient sword, the two of them could clearly feel that the speed of their true qi was three points faster, and the true qi in the sea of qi was even clearer.

Suddenly, the two couldn't help but admire Qin Lang's eyes.

However, the two of them were more grateful to Qin Lang for his belly.

With such a level of ancient sword, Qin Lang gave it to his subordinates casually, without the slightest distress, let alone reluctance.

If this is an ordinary sect, how can it be so easily rewarded to a disciple?

"Since you two have followed me, you must know my sect. Qin Lang said.

Sure enough, the master has the support of the big sect forces behind him, otherwise, how could he kill the Beiqiu Wind of the Minshan Sword Sect if he said that he would kill him?

At that moment, the two of them looked at Qin Lang with blazing eyes, hopefully.

"My sect is called the Holy Gate, and the location of the sect is Xishan in Huahai City. ”

Yu Chengdao and Liu Qingzheng listened intently, Qin Lang suddenly stopped, and he was a little puzzled, "It's gone?"

"It's gone!" Qin Lang said.

"Uh..." Yu Chengdao was a little speechless.

Liu Qing's eyes fell to the ground.

The two of them still thought that if the master was so bullish, the sect behind him must be extremely powerful, and there were countless strong people in the sect.

But who knows, Qin Lang finished the Holy Gate in one sentence.

In addition to the name of the sect, there is only the address of the sect.

So how many people are there in the sect? How many are there in the Grandmaster Realm? Or are there even more powerful powers?

Suddenly, Liu Qing seemed to remember something, and he said in astonishment: "Master, are you talking about the Holy Gate that rose in Huahai City half a month ago, destroyed the Zhao family in Huahai City, suppressed the Jiang family, and forced the Lin family to bow their heads?"

Liu Qing is located in Guangsheng City, not far from Huahai City, and he still has some knowledge of some changes in power in Huahai City.

"Not bad!" Qin Lang was not surprised, and said lightly.

When Liu Qing heard this, he immediately wanted to cry without tears.

How many cultivators are under the Holy Gate, he still has some understanding, where are there so many grandmasters?

At best, there are only a few Xuan-level cultivators!