Xiao Yu had a faint realization in his heart, if he moved by himself, he was afraid that he would die on the spot.

So he stayed where he was, his calves trembling, his lips trembling, his eyes bloodshot, waiting for the sword.

Of course, Xiao Yu was not completely unprepared, and all kinds of high-level talismans sprinkled out like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden, forming a overlapping defense to protect himself.

He also urged the body of ten thousand poisons with all his might, and a poisonous gas diffused out, enveloping the whole body.

A pair of eyes stared at the sword in Qin Changgeng's hand, his nerves were tense, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, and he was extremely nervous.

From that sword, he felt a great terror and a creep.

If he couldn't resist it, he would probably die.

Even a tortured person like Xiao Yu has a strong will to survive.

Dying in the hands of Qin Changgeng made Xiao Yu feel like a naked insult.

The extremely brilliant sword slashed like a meteor, not at Xiao Yu, but at the yellow paper above his head.

At this time, killing Xiao Yu was not good for Qin Changgeng.

He also wanted to use Xiao Yu to lure out the strong people behind him, so that he could catch them all and save himself from finding them one by one.

Attracted by the emperor's qi on Qin Changgeng's body, the yellow paper trembled violently, forming a circle of light patterns to protect itself.

The yellow paper was refined by the sage, containing a trace of the sage's will, and only when he felt the danger would this light pattern be stimulated.

Obviously, Qin Changgeng's sword was already able to make the Sage have to resist.

At the same time, two big hands reached out from the yellow paper and pinched towards the Xuanyuan sword, trying to hold it.

The majesty of the sage does not allow the encroachment of ants, and he wants to suppress the Xuanyuan Sword.

As a legendary ancient sword that has followed countless human emperors, even if it is broken, it is not something that can be handled by others, and it has its own arrogance.

This arrogance has been engraved in every inch of the sword body, penetrating into the depths of spirituality.

Facing the counterattack of the yellow paper.

The Xuanyuan Sword seemed to have been provoked, and it emitted a sonorous and powerful sword sound, which shook everyone's spirits and made them unstable on their feet.

Like a tiger roaring, like a dragon roaring, it is hard to imagine that a sword would make such a shocking sound, hitting the depths of the soul.

That kind of domineering, that kind of majesty, makes people tremble.

Xiao Yu, who was the closest, also had a bleeding from his mouth and nose and suffered a lot of injuries.

His eyes widened, looking at the broken sword in Qin Changgeng's hand, and he screamed in surprise.

"What kind of sword are you holding? It's so powerful!"

It's terrible, I have never felt this kind of breath on any spiritual weapon, ancient and vicissitudes, with an inexplicable charm.

It was as if he was going to cut off everything that stood in his way.

The countless precious talismans he had just now were torn apart by the sound of the sword, making Xiao Yu's flesh hurt.

This is what he spent a huge amount of spirit stones to save his life.

The broken sword roared, and most of them were scrapped.

Because of the emperor's qi to protect his body, Qin Changgeng did not suffer any damage, but was like a fish in water, and felt that the speed at which he absorbed spiritual power was a little faster.

But at this moment, most of the innate qi in the body was absorbed, and all of it was forcibly taken away by the Xuanyuan Sword.

Qin Changgeng's face turned pale, which was a characteristic of excessive consumption of innate qi, resulting in a feeling of dizziness.

"You're such an abrasive little goblin!" Qin Changgeng scolded in a low voice, a little dissatisfied with Xuanyuan Sword's forcible absorption of his spiritual power.

Even if the Xuanyuan Sword was powerful in ancient times and drank the blood of countless powerful clans, it was just a utensil.

Now that it is in his hands, he should be obedient and obedient, and put away his unruly temperament.

Times have changed, and he, Qin Changgeng, is the master.

It's not a sword but a human sword, and he sucks his innate qi without saying a word, what's going on.

Qin Changgeng thought that Xuanyuan Sword was going to devour the Lord.

But now is not the time to worry about that

, or suppress the yellow paper first.

From Qin Changgeng's body, after absorbing a large amount of innate qi, the broken sword body had ancient lines and flickered.

conveyed a feeling of dissatisfaction, as if he was disgusted that the innate qi in Qin Changgeng's body was too little, and it was simply unable to meet its needs and exert its true power.

Qin Changgeng felt the emotion of the sword spirit, and almost scolded, this broken sword squeezed him dry, and he was not satisfied.

It's really a little goblin that can't be fed.

With the vicissitudes of recklessness, scattered in all directions, Qin Changgeng's eyes appeared with all kinds of glimpses.

It was the scene of the ancient human emperor, holding the Xuanyuan sword, fighting in all directions, which made Qin Changgeng's blood boiling.

This is the instrument spirit, helping this sword to help Qin Changgeng realize the Tao, and want to reproduce the demeanor of the human emperor.

Let Qin Changgeng temporarily put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and completely immerse his mind in it, such an opportunity is very rare.

He had to take good hold of it, or he would lose a lot.

The emperor of the ancients overwhelmed the hundred tribes and was invincible.

A random sword can kill a descendant of an ancient relic.

But in Qin Changgeng's eyes, it is not simple, but a sword is all-encompassing, with countless mysteries contained in it.

Just absorbing a little bit made Qin Changgeng benefit a lot, as if he had an epiphany.

For the rules of heaven and earth, there is a faint understanding in my heart, and I feel that I can understand.

Behind Qin Changgeng, there seems to be a majestic phantom, crossing the long river of time and crossing the void, holding a sword in his hand.

The face is blurred, the figure looms, very unstable, as if it will dissipate at any moment.

However, Qin Changgeng's sword was a broken sword, but the sword of the phantom was complete, bursting with endless light.

Qin Changgeng fell into a mysterious state, his arm waved down unconsciously, and the phantom behind him also made the same movement.

Touching those two big hands and cutting them off directly was as easy as cutting tofu, and there was no obstacle at all.

The will of the Sage, which contained the power of heaven and earth, seemed to be vulnerable in front of this sword light.

In this world, there is an existence that is above the power of heaven and earth, called rules, or mysteries.

Qin Changgeng comprehended a trace of mystery in the state of mystery and mystery, which was an extremely precious opportunity, and even the sages were envious and wanted to forcibly take it over and take it for themselves.

Xuanyuan Sword paused slightly, swept towards the yellow paper, and cut through all the light patterns in the circle.

The light around the yellow paper dimmed, and Qin Changgeng was shocked, and he withdrew from that mysterious state, like waking up from a dream.

Looking at the yellow paper swaying in the void, Qin Changgeng's eyes burst into a brilliant light.

He seized the opportunity, reached out and grabbed it, outlining a town with lightning speed.

The nine languages of the ancestors are infinitely powerful, and it is quite easy to suppress a yellow paper that has weakened the power of the sage.

The town word was submerged in the yellow paper, and the yellow paper no longer struggled, and was included in the storage ring by Qin Changgeng.