"Chu Qingyun, that person's name is Pei Keqi, he is the Supreme Elder of the Purple Cloud Sect, an eighth-level Martial Sect, Miss Youyun, is she okay?"

Sect Master Mo Qingquan, as well as the two Supreme Elders, were all frowning at this time.

The people of the super power in Zhongzhou, under the same level, are far stronger than the Northern Regions, and they are very clear about this.

But between the fifth-level Martial Sect and the eighth-level Martial Sect, after all, the gap is too big, not only is there a difference of three realms, but one is the Heavenly Sect Realm and the other is the Earth Sect Realm.

Chu Qingyun, on the other hand, shook his head.

"Youyun, she should, be able to deal with ......"

Youyun has a ninth-order martial soul, not an ordinary fifth-order martial sect in Zhongzhou.

And next to him, there was Venerable Wang Cheng pressing the formation, so Chu Qingyun didn't have anything to worry about at this time.

Fierce battles in the sky.

It exploded in an instant.

Everyone thought that the fifth-level Martial Sect would definitely collapse at the touch of an eighth-level Martial Sect.

But I didn't expect it.

In the fierce battle, Youyun not only did not collapse at the slightest touch, but also, on the contrary, faintly occupied some upper hand.

This shocked many people.

But looking over there, I won't be able to tell the winner for a while.

On the side of the three sects of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Martial Sect Realm that took the lead was a little impatient.

He stepped out.

An aura stronger than that Peikeqi burst out from him in an instant.

Everyone in the Holy Extreme Sect below immediately felt a violent shock all over their bodies.

And the three of Mo Qingquan were even more heavy-faced, and even became a little gritted their teeth, "The Chief Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the ninth-level Martial Sect, Di Jingshan!"

He was one of the people who injured Ling Yuan before!

"I didn't expect that in the Holy Extreme Sect, it was a bit of an unexpected gain......

Di Jingshan glanced at Youyun.

Then, he looked down, "However, the Holy Extreme Sect is doomed to perish today, Mo Qingquan, start with you, the sect master!"

The voice did not fall.

Di Jingshan suddenly stretched out one hand, condensed into a Yuan Force giant claw, and directly grabbed it towards Mo Qingquan, the sect leader of the Holy Extreme Sect.

The ninth-level Martial Sect made a move, and the power was extremely powerful.

Everyone below was shocked.

And Mo Qingquan, as well as the two Supreme Elders next to him, changed their faces greatly, and their bodies were churning with Yuan Force, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

Even if the three of them were tied together, I am afraid that they would not be the opponents of the ninth-level Martial Sect.

Chu Qingyun secretly mobilized his Yuan Force.

But at this moment, from the depths of the Holy Extreme Sect, a brilliant sword light pierced thousands of meters and stabbed like lightning.

Boom!

The giant claw falls in half.

was instantly smashed to pieces by that sword light.

"Ninth-level Martial Sect, high-level consummate sword intent!"

Venerable Wang Cheng couldn't help but light up at this time.

As a powerful Venerable, he could see the strength of the person who drew the sword just from this sword light.

And Chu Qingyun too, suddenly looked over, "Over there...... It's the direction of the Holy Tower!"

A figure.

Soon came the air.

The man was in a gray robe, with a middle-aged appearance, and his whole body was surrounded by an incomparably powerful sword intent.

Seeing this person, Chu Qingyun couldn't help but smile.

This person was none other than the ninth-level Martial Sect Ling Yuan who had instructed him on the ninth layer of the Holy Pole Pagoda and helped him comprehend the true sword intent.

It's just that Ling Yuan at this time, his eyes are as sharp as electricity.

It is completely different from the original indifference.

"Ling Yuan! Hmph, I didn't expect you're not dead yet!"

Saw Ling Yuan appear.

The Chief Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect was also full of jealousy on his face.

And the disciples and elders of the Holy Extreme Sect all breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed a look of hope and expectation.

Ling Yuan was in the Holy Pole Sect, not an elder, and was originally very low-key, and had been cultivating the way of the sword on the ninth layer of the Holy Pole Pagoda.

But this time, the Holy Extreme Sect encountered a great disaster, but it made him appear in front of everyone.

"Great, Lord Ling Yuan has appeared!"

"Lord Ling Yuan, it's a ninth-level martial sect, and it's stronger than that Di Jingshan!"

"Lord Ling Yuan's shot, he will definitely be able to repel those people!"

Many disciples of the Holy Extreme Sect, and even many elders, raised their heads and looked at the figure standing with a sword in the sky with their eyes shining.

Ling Yuan was now the only hope in their hearts.

But Mo Qingquan and the three of them frowned.

Because they knew that Ling Yuan's condition was not so good.

"Di Jingshan, quit, with me, you can't destroy the Holy Extreme Sect!"

Ling Yuan said in a deep voice.

But Di Jingshan smiled coldly and said: "Ling Yuan, you can deceive others, but you can't deceive me, don't forget, I watched you fall with serious injuries with my own eyes, since you dare to come out again today, then I will send you to death!"

A cold snort.

Di Jingshan took the lead and burst out with a rapid speed, slamming his claws towards Ling Yuan.

Ling Yuan's complexion changed.

But there was still a shock under his feet, and he gritted his teeth and swung his sword to meet the attack.

The two powerful ninth-level martial sects immediately broke out into a fierce battle, which instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the heavens and the earth.

But under one blow.

On the side of the Holy Extreme Sect, there was an uproar.

Under the bombardment of Di Jingshan's claw, although Ling Yuan used his sword to resist, he was still beaten, and he directly vomited blood and retreated.

Even in many places on his body, there were red blood stains.

"This, this is... What's going on!"

The disciples and elders of the Holy Extreme Sect were all instantly shocked.

Their only hope, the powerful ninth-level Martial Sect Ling Yuan, was seriously injured with a single move.

"The power of the Origin is overused!"

Venerable Wang Cheng suddenly spoke.

Next to him, Mo Qingquan, as well as the two Saint Extreme Sect Supreme Elders, couldn't help but glance at him in surprise, but they didn't expect that this "ordinary person" could also see it.

"That's right, in the big battle more than two months ago, the strength of the Heavenly Sword Sect was much stronger than it is now, in order to repel the strong enemy, Ling Yuan ...... I used eleven drops of Origin Power in a row!"

Mo Qingquan frowned and said.

And Venerable Wang Cheng and Chu Qingyun couldn't help but shake their heads.

Eleven drops in a row is too much.

To know.

Even Chu Qingyun, when he had the power of fusing martial souls to protect his body and his innate spirit body, he almost collapsed directly with his martial body when he used twenty-five drops of origin power at the beginning.

Ling Yuan has always been in the Northern Regions, and his martial arts are originally weak.

If you use the power of the origin like this, it will definitely cause the martial body to be unable to withstand it.

Such a deep injury is not easy to recover from.

Moreover, in the entire Northern Regions, there is not a single sect-level alchemist, which leads to the fact that after the Martial Sect Realm in the Northern Regions is seriously injured, it is a troublesome problem.

So after more than two months, Ling Yuan's body didn't recover much at all.

Two sentences of effort.

Ling Yuan and Di Jingshan have already fought three times.

Sensing that Ling Yuan had been seriously injured, Di Jingshan sneered even more, rushing forward with every move, and hitting hard with a close hand.

This is undoubtedly worse for Ling Yuanna, a martial body that is on the verge of collapse!

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