Wen Qingye held a sword in his right hand, and with a direct stroke, a terrifying sword light erupted directly from the blade, flying towards dozens of sword rays.

Bang bang!

The swords collided, and countless waves of qi flew into the distance.

Wen Qingye's expression was indifferent and calm, his body was vertical, and he directly stepped on the terrifying wave of qi and rushed towards Zou Jie.

"How daring!"

Zou Jie saw that Wen Qingye did not retreat but advanced, his eyes showed a trace of coldness, and his two hands danced at the same time, and the boundless sword flower distorted the air around him.

"This is the high-grade Immortal Sword Technique, Tianxuan Three Swords!"

The disciples of the Fire Sword Sect were very surprised when they saw Qin Tian's starting move, but they didn't expect Bai Chengzi to display that immortal high-grade sword technique, and Zou Jie could also use it.

Seeing this, Jiang Yang couldn't help but snort coldly: "Sure enough, these people are hiding a hand, but this Wu Qiren does have some strength, and he can force them to use it, which shows that this person is powerful."

The red flame pattern swirled in mid-air, and the scorching touch sensation spread directly, and the disciples of the Flame Sword Sect around the entire Wind Thunder Platform all felt a chill in their hearts, and even some of the elders showed surprise on their faces.

Qin Tian's eyes said with a hint of strange light: "I have a total of seventeen high-grade immortal sword techniques from the Fire Sword Sect, I didn't expect to see two of them displayed by my disciples today, it's really surprising."

Qin Yi nodded, and said solemnly: "I am away from the Fire Sword Sect's high-level immortal sword technique Tianxuan three swords, the younger generation is estimated to be the only one Zou Jie can do, sure enough, there are no ten disciples, none of them are easy."

"Tianxuan Three Swords First Style!"

Zou Jie snorted coldly, and the sword in his hand slashed towards Wen Qingye, and in an instant, his eyes reflected the breathtaking red waves.

Wen Qingye's clothes fluttered with the wind, and his long black hair was like splashing ink.

Whoosh!

The sword in Wen Qingye's hand was like a cold wind wrapping around the moon, cold and ruthless.

Qin Yi looked at Wen Qingye's surroundings, frowned, and said, "Why did this Wu Qiren suddenly become angry, could it be.... Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword?"

Not only Qin Yi, but the entire disciples of the Fire Sword Sect were staring at Wen Qingye and Zou Jie, and they all felt Wen Qingye's sudden increase in anger.

"Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword!

The sword in Wen Qingye's hand was wrapped in a breathtaking black air current, accompanied by the Immortal Sword Dao Rock Rule, as if the sea of blood in the corpse mountain was surging in an instant.

The masters present all changed their complexions, and their scalps were numb for a while.

There was a sharp ice between the black air currents, extremely stunning, terrifying.

Wen Qingye's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if there were countless murderous aura, hidden in the sea of corpses and blood.

At that moment, a killing god seemed to appear in everyone's eyes, and the man in black with a scruffy beard rushed over with a killing machine that was rolling and shattering the world.

Corpses are everywhere, and blood is monstrous!

The Killing Dao Sword Technique was instantly urged to the extreme by Wen Qingye, and it was obvious that he had also cultivated this Heavenly Demon Soul Chasing Sword to an extremely high level.

Rumble!

Above the sky, two swords collided, and Wen Qingye's body reflected the black sky, standing still like the ancient mountains, holding the sword with one hand, and it was even more powerful.

Zou Jie's face was as pale as paper, and his right hand, which originally wanted to use the remaining two swords, trembled, and his body fell heavily to the ground, startling a large cloud of smoke and dust.

Tong!

Dense cracks suddenly appeared in the earth, spreading into the distance.

Wen Qingye stood high in the sky, looked coldly at the other top ten disciples of Jiangyang below, and said, "Not only Bai Chengzi and Zou Jie, none of you here are my opponents, if you want to fight with me, let's go together."

If you want to play with me, let's go together!

Wen Qingye's voice was not big or small, but it clearly resounded in everyone's ears, and everyone was shocked in their hearts.

As if he didn't believe what he heard, Jiang Yang's mouth opened slightly, looking at Wen Qingye above the sky, these words came out of Wu Qiren's mouth.

When Gongsun Ting heard Wen Qingye's words, his body was also shocked, and a strange light appeared in his eyes, letting the ten disciples go up together, what a big breath, even if he had never been so arrogant at the beginning.

There was silence between heaven and earth, only the wind blew strongly, blowing the sound of hunting in black clothes on a warm night.

Jiang Yang came back to his senses, looked at Wen Qingye coldly and said, "So arrogant, don't you really think that we are no one from the top ten disciples of the Fire Sword Sect."

Wen Qingye sneered, and the sword in his hand swept towards the top ten disciples of the Fire Sword Sect in front of him, and said, "Come together, don't waste my time, I can let you see if my Holy Son is a waste of fame."

Since, they want to know their own strength, Wen Qingye doesn't plan to hide his secrets anymore, since he has become this Holy Son, he will tell the world that he is the Holy Son Strength.

Han Mei gritted her teeth, and said to the top ten disciples of the Fire Sword Sect around her: "This Wu Qiren is too arrogant, let's go together!"

Wang Chuan also nodded emphatically and said, "Let's go together!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Above the sky, several rays of brilliance appeared, except for the top ten disciples of the Fire Sword Sect, except for the first North Hall, Bai Chengzi was abolished, Zou Jie was defeated, and the rest of the people rushed to the sky, as if they were planning to surround Wen Qingye.

"Seven senior brothers and sisters join forces, although Wu Qiren is defeated, he is still glorious!"

"This Holy Son does have a bit of strength and courage!"

..........

Seeing this, some elders and disciples couldn't help but nod secretly, all the people present were selected by the pride of the heavens among the hundreds of thousands of disciples of the Fire Sword Sect, how could their strength be poor?

Even if Wen Qingye is defeated, no one will say that his strength is not good.

The elder next to Gongsun Ting looked at the battle in the distance and sighed lightly: "Master, this Holy Son seems to be a little interesting."

When Gongsun Ting heard Wen Qingye's words, he was also slightly moved and said, "It's okay, but I think he is still a lot worse than Xiao Jue."

The elder nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Yes, Beitang is definitely the pillar of my Fire Sword Sect, and the hope for the future is not just a person who can have his qualifications and strength."

Just when the two were discussing, the seven people had already rushed to the front of Wen Qingye, and Wen Qingye's face at this moment was also much more solemn, his eyes were with a hint of translucency, and his anger sank into the dantian, and the law was directly displayed. 、

Countless clouds and smoke and phantom flying swords swirled around Wen Qingye's body, the huge body stood between heaven and earth, and the purple-gold flames swirled around the Yi Nian Sword, and the terrifying temperature seemed to burn and distort the void.

"It's a false appearance, see me break you!"

Jiang Yang rushed forward first, and an emerald green long sword in his hand struck out, and the sound of the sword roar was like a tiger roaring and a dragon's roar startling the sky, and a green whirlwind swept out.

(End of chapter)