Shen Shenmiao's expression was gloomy, and when he saw the faces of the people who came, his face changed slightly.

He clearly remembered that his father had told him that in the outer courtyard, except for one Mo Changqing, there was one person not to be despised for.

That's Lu Qian.

She is the person Shen Shenfei cares about the most.

I don't know what the eldest brother likes about this woman.

Shen Shenhao forcibly held back the anger in his heart, and bowed to Lu Qian, with a playful tone: "It turned out to be Senior Sister Lu, my eldest brother asked about you a few days ago, saying that when he leaves the customs, he will go to Governor Mo of the Outer Courtyard to propose marriage, hehe, we will be a family in the future, and the younger brother has to call you sister-in-law." ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Qian's face turned red, his body was stunned, and he suddenly punched the bastard in front of him.

Shen Shenmiao turned sideways slightly, dodged to the side, and continued: "Senior Sister Lu, you should know how honored it is to be able to marry my eldest brother as a Taoist couple, you must know that in the entire Sword Sect, and even in Yuanzhou, how many women dream of marrying into my Shen family. ”

"Fart! What are you Shen family! I'm not unusual! Lu Qian scolded angrily again.

Shen Shenmiao looked at Su Qingming, who was expressionless in the field, while dodging, and sneered: "If it weren't for you, this waste would have been driven out of the Sword Sect a long time ago." ”

When Lu Qian heard this, he turned his head to look at his senior brother.

There was some grievance in his eyes.

Su Qingming walked forward, slowly raised his head to look at the sea of clouds, and said softly: "Even if you are here, you can't protect your son!" ”

The next moment.

The sword pool was full of wind, and the sea of clouds was churning violently.

Su Qingming's tone was very calm, as if he was saying something very simple.

But Shen Yizhai, who was far away in the sky presiding over the Sword Shrine Great Array, suddenly changed his face, and shouted urgently: "Mao'er, retreat!" ”

"It's late!"

Between heaven and earth, an indifferent voice came.

Su Qingming said with a smile: "In this world, except for me, no one is qualified to be Qian'er's Taoist, and no one can insult Qian'er wantonly. ”

The tone was as indifferent as water, but it was full of cold killing intent.

Shen Shenmiao's heart palpitated involuntarily, and after a while, he realized that this was an extremely ridiculous thing.

Because the handsome young man in front of him was just an ordinary disciple of the ninth layer of the Qi Induction Realm in the outer courtyard, how could he make himself feel life and death.

Rumble!

Several sword qi in the sky fell into the sword pool irregularly, exploding countless splashes.

The next moment.

The pupils of Shen Shenmiao's eyes widened suddenly, and his face was full of disbelief.

Person! It's so easy to break through the realm condensation.

Just three breaths of time.

The majestic spiritual power in Su Qingming's body had already condensed into liquid, and one by one it seemed to exude a strong True Yuan rising in the Spirit Lake.

Cultivating in the world, the Qi Induction Realm advanced to the Yuan Condensation Realm, and it took days or even months to condense spiritual power.

As long as a small number of geniuses such as innate sword bodies can complete this process in a very short time.

But no one has ever been like Su Qingming.

Three breaths!

One breath accumulates, two breaths condense, and three breaths break the realm.

"Old hoe, it's been hundreds of years, except for that sword maniac, have you ever seen anyone who can break through the realm Ning Yuan so quickly, look at that kid..."

On the high platform of the sword pool, the three boys in the ancient sword spirit exclaimed loudly.

However, before the words fell, a big hand instantly grabbed the ancient sword beside him, and pulled the boy forward with him.

The sword is like a shuttle.

This psychic ancient sword, which had been silent in the sword mound for hundreds of years, was now in the hand of the handsome young man.

The next moment, Shen Yizhai, who was presiding over the Sword Shrine Great Array, appeared in a chilling scene.

The young man seemed to be strolling leisurely, holding a sword, twisting and moving, and rushed forward in front of Shen Shenmiao in an instant.

"Nope! If you kill my son in the sword grave, I will surely kill you without a place to bury!" ”

Shen Yizhai's voice was full of tyranny, anger, and a hint of despair.

Field.

Shen Shenmiao's expression was sluggish, and his mind was still immersed in the psychic ancient sword, which was casually taken into Su Qingming's hand, completely forgetting that the delicate figure had come to him.

Bang!

Only a crisp sound was heard, and the silver-white sword light flashed away, and Shen Shenmiao's figure was like a shrimp, and his hands were covering his abdomen.

Blood splattered.

"You, you've completely ruined my Spirit Lake!" Shen Shenmao said in disbelief.

Shen Shenhao asked himself the entire Sword Sect, with his talent realm, even Shen Shenfei, the eldest brother in the family who was said to be the first person of the young generation of the Great Wilderness, could not do it so easily.

Only one sword.

There is no track, no sword move to find.

"Bastard! You're looking for death! You're looking for death, Mao'er! ....”

Above the sea of clouds, Shen Yizhai's face was hideous, and he looked at the sword pool deadly.

This waste really dared to scrap Mao'er.

The handsome young man raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and said with a smile: "Your Shen family instigated Liuyun to kill me in the misty swamp, and openly let the Hu family's sword servants assassinate me in the outer courtyard, do you really think that your Shen family has already covered the sky with one hand in the Sword Sect?" ”

"You kill others! Just kill you? Between heaven and earth, is there such a reason? ”

The young man's small voice resounded throughout the entire Sword Shrine Mountain.

On the mountainside, Ling Jianzi and Gu Qing were full of horror, and looked at the beautiful young man standing against the wind on the top of the mountain in shock.

An outer disciple from the outer courtyard dared to depose his only son in front of the seven elders of the Shen family.

Is he looking for death?

Countless people involuntarily gave birth to the same thought in their hearts.

Shen Yizhai held the ancient sword in his hand, looked at his beloved son lying on the ground lovingly, and burst into tears.

"Hurt my son! I will let you sink forever in the Nine Shadows! ”

As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly darkened like night, and then the sword roared softly.

The rain falls like a sword!

The ancient immortal sword in his hand trembled at high speed, and a faint light glowed around his body, and then disappeared out of thin air dozens of meters away.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the boy.

Dong Zhen Sword Cultivation, within the Sword Domain, there is no moment!

Su Qingming saw the other party swinging this sword from a distance, and instantly saw through the trajectory of this sword, and he also guessed that this sword would immediately appear in front of him.

But he couldn't hide from it.

Whether he was a Creation Immortal Venerable in his previous life, or he had a unique talent for luck in this life, he was only a teenager in the Ning Yuan Realm after all.

The gap between the Ning Yuan Realm and the Cave True Realm was too big, even too big to be made up for by anyone else.

As a result, a bloody hole appeared in his chest.

Immediately after the left shoulder, then the right shoulder, and the knee, several streaks of blood splattered one after another.

An extremely faint blood mist appeared in front of Su Qingming's body.

Shen Yizhai's face was hideous, and he said with hatred: "I won't let you die easily, I will deprive you of everything, body, consciousness, and soul little by little." ”

He pointed slightly with his right hand, and the next moment, the sword light instantly enveloped Lu Qian.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Shen Yizhai's mouth, and he continued: "What do you think my Shen family values about this woman?" It's just a little mortal long-cherished wish of Youfei'er! Since you regard her as more important than your own life, then I will let you see how she became a slave of my Shen family! ”

Su Qingming was covered in blood, his eyes looked at Lu Qian, who was restrained by the sword light, and said softly: "Qian'er, don't be afraid, I will kill him." ”

Shen Yizhai looked up to the sky and laughed, deliberately landed in shape, and said some condescending words.

"Kill me? Haha, you are a waste of the Ning Yuan Realm! You want to kill me! ”

"If you beg for mercy, I can spare you death, but you will become my son's sword slave, and kneel before him for the rest of your life."

Shen Yizhai bent over and smiled: "No one can save you." ”

Su Qingming looked up at the sky and said softly: "You dare to be so close to me, are you looking for death?" ”