(In the backyard of the Wen family, the power displayed by Ling Qingyan with a sword in both hands completely shocked more than a dozen elders of the Wen family.)

As a blue-level mid-level, blue-level post-rank, and even blue-level peak martial artist, he was no stranger to the power of a purple-level martial artist, and the sword that Ling Qingyan had just slashed down had obviously reached the level of attack power of a purple-level beginner-level martial artist.

Although I don't know how Ling Qingyan achieved it, the ten-meter-long, bottomless ravine in front of him is really impacting everyone's vision.

"This young man, judging by the true power he can exert, is indeed at the youth level...... As a blue-level martial artist, the power of the blue-level level can still be clearly sensed! It's just that why is the power that he has come out of his hands reaching the terrifying purple-level beginner martial artist level?"

The second elder of the Wen family is now the calmest person in the scene, but even so, a touch of horror flashed in his heart.

He didn't think about the long sword in Ling Qingyan's hand, after all, in his eyes, even the most valuable divine weapon in the Chongwu Continent was just sharper and tougher, but it was impossible for a blue-level martial artist to display the strength of a purple-level martial artist!

"How did this blood python totem and the blood qi suddenly become restless......"

Unlike the shocked and even sluggish people of the Wen family, Ling Qingyan's body was completely fixed at this time, as if his body was somewhat uncontrolled by himself, but his consciousness was very clear. He, Ming\一\Ben\Read\Novel xstxt obviously felt that when he was about to make a move before, the Blood Python Totem in the Sea of Consciousness suddenly became agitated, and even with the bloody aura in between, he was agitated.

That's not all, with the restlessness of the bloody aura, a small stream of bloody aura and even rushing towards the Netherworld Long Sword in his hand, Ling Qingyan obviously felt a little out of his control, but the effect caused by the swing of the sword made him extremely surprised.

Originally, even if he did it with all his might, the strength that he could exert through the Nether Long Sword was only close to the first level of the purple level, but it could not really reach the level of the first level of the purple level.

And just now, because of the bloody aura that entered the Netherworld Long Sword without any premonition, it directly allowed Ling Qingyan to exert the strength of a purple-level junior martial artist!

"Now, this bloody aura cannot be manipulated by me at will...... However, its effect has been undoubtedly revealed since the time outside Moyun City three years ago, and this time today!"

"This bloody aura is by no means simple!"

"Once I ...... Huh?"

Ling Qingyan was just thinking about the fact that after his Blood Python Totem was completely fused with his spiritual sense, he would be able to manipulate the picture of the Blood Evil Qi at will, but the restlessness on the Netherworld Long Sword made him come back to his senses suddenly.

"Whew!"

The left hand has now been taken away from the Netherworld Sword, while Ling Qingyan's right hand was pulled by the Netherworld Sword at this time, and stabbed directly towards the direction where the nearest Great Elder of the Wen Family was located, the momentum was as fast as thunder and wind.

"It's that bloody aura just now that's doing the trick!"

The moment Ling Qingyan was pulled, his face also changed, and now he could clearly feel the restlessness of the bloody aura in the Netherworld Long Sword, and even a faint feeling that Ling Qingyan was familiar with.

Fighting Spirit!

This bloody aura actually seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, and now there was a strange fighting intent.

Only Ling Qingyan knew that his actions were now driven by that bloody aura, and the other dozen elders of the Wen family, including Wen Ying, an elder on the ground in the distance, thought that Ling Qingyan was going to kill the Great Elder!

"Great Elder!"

Wen Ying, who had already recovered a little, and the fracture of his right shoulder had been wrapped in true power, and the fifteen elders of the Wen family shot out almost at the same time, and fifteen bright blue figures, mixed with palm shadows and fist shadows in the sky, sprinkled towards Ling Qingyan like this.

Snort!

Fifteen different attacks, devastating, attacked Ling Qingyan's back, if Ling Qingyan didn't know how to dodge again, I was afraid that he would be on the spot in an instant.

"Not good!"

Feeling the chilling true power attack behind him, Ling Qingyan's face changed drastically, and he wanted to let go of his right hand and let go of the Netherworld Long Sword, but in an instant, Ling Qingyan's expression changed suddenly, and even this time there was a faint hint of despair.

Ling Qingyan found that this Netherworld Long Sword was now like an incomparably strong glue, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free of his right hand.

"Whew!"

On the Netherworld Long Sword, the bloody aura was faintly floating, and Ling Qingyan could clearly feel the ** blue-level true power constantly pouring out at this time, gathering on the Netherworld Long Sword between his right hand, the Netherworld Long Sword was now stabbing towards the Great Elder of the Wen family in front of him.

The momentum entered the dragon, but Ling Qingyan's face was extremely bad, maybe this Wen family elder would die in his hands, but next, the dozen or so attacks behind him could no longer be dodged!

He had only lived for eighteen years in this life, and Ling Qingyan didn't want to exchange his life with this old guy of the Wen family.

"What to do, what to do......"

His mind was in turmoil, Ling Qingyan could no longer think of the rest of the methods, and the Netherworld Sword in his hand was still violently swept towards the neck of the Wen family elder who seemed to be sluggish, extremely fast, "Suffered!"

"Is it true that you are going to die this time?"

Between Ling Qingyan's eyes, there was a touch of despair, even if he had thought about it countless times before, Ling Qingyan would never have imagined that in this life in the Chongwu Continent, he was killed by himself! After all, that bloody qi was owned by the Bloody Python Totem, and the Bloody Python Totem was Ling Qingyan's own talent totem!

Talent totem, kill their own host, if this is spread, no one really dares to believe it!

"Poof!"

That Great Elder of the Wen Family, who had not even come back to his senses before he was still shocked by Ling Qingyan's ability to exert purple-level power, had not come back to his senses, but he was so suddenly approached by Ling Qingyan, even if this was not what Ling Qingyan himself wanted.

Brilliant blood floated and fell from the neck of the Great Elder of the Wen Family like this, and the Great Elder of the Wen Family, who had been around the Liuyun City of the Great Qin Kingdom for decades, lay down with a look of disbelief and even despair.

"Bang!"

"The Great Elder—"

When the body of the Great Elder of the Wen Family fell to the ground, the other fifteen elders of the Wen Family behind Ling Qingyan screamed violently at this time, and even a few of them, and even a few middle-aged people, had tears in their eyes.

The Great Elder of the Wen Family, but their childhood playmate, has cultivated together to this day!

The Great Elder, but he once carefully instructed them, if it were not for the guidance of the Great Elder, they would not have achieved what they are today!

"He must die!"

Endless anger suddenly filled the hearts of the fifteen elders of the Wen family, and now they have no other thoughts, all they want is to kill the purple-robed young man in front of them under their hands and avenge the great elder!

Snort!

After the death of the Great Elder of the Wen Family, Ling Qingyan did not have any joy on his face, feeling that the Netherworld Sword was still not under his control, and slightly tilted his head to see the bright blue shadow attack behind him, Ling Qingyan's eyes also showed a trace of despair.

Do you really want to be here today?