When the old man saw his junior, he was hit by Ye Qingxuan's seal, and he burst into a shout in anger, and sprayed the scimitar in his palm with his own essence and blood, and suddenly the scimitar seemed to be stimulated, and the brilliance skyrocketed.

Taking advantage of this brilliance, the Falling Realm Martial Saint tried his best to get the only remaining Martial Saint True Yuan in his body, and with one sword, he immediately smashed the Guizang Sword Sutra that Ye Qingxuan casually laid out.

After breaking the formation, the old man shouted angrily again, raised his hand and killed Ye Qingxuan with a knife.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan was quite surprised in his heart, not for anything else, just because of the old man's desperate method at this time, just like when Wei Qing from the Han Dynasty used his divine weapon to kill the divine sword, it was like that.

"Could it be that the scimitar in this person's hand is still a divine weapon?" Ye Qingxuan saw the sword light falling towards him as a hood, not only was he not in a hurry, but he still had time to think about these things.

Stretching out his hand, a sword light appeared at his fingertips, and then a peerless edge burst out from Ye Qingxuan's hand!

"Homo Yu Ye, Heng, Li Shi Dachuan!"

The loud sound of the dragon's roar was mixed with the light of the fire, meeting the old man's slashing knife light, even though this scimitar was a suspected divine weapon, but this old man was by no means the brave and invincible Wei Qing that day.

This sword light is cold and sharp, and it ran into the same hexagram sword that Ye Qingxuan urged with his innate true qi, but it was not an opponent at all, and everyone in the middle of the mountain saw the two sharp edges in front of them colliding together, and then they saw the firelight mixed with this sword light, and directly smashed the sword light.

Then, the sword light did not stop, bursting through, and with a single sword, the body of the Han family's fallen martial saint was almost cut into two pieces.

I have to say that the vitality of the Falling Realm Martial Saint is really tenacious, even if he is so seriously injured, he is still strong and immortal.

In addition to the horror in the eyes of this old man at this time, there was only endless fear left, he really didn't understand, why there were so many martial artists with such qualifications in this remote place of Jingzhou, this is really unscientific!

Seeing that his own master was powerful, but with only one or two swords, he beat the old man who was still clamoring to kill all the Taoist priests, and he was dying.

Suddenly, these little Taoist priests were very excited in their hearts, and when they thought of the kung fu in their hands, they were naturally a lot stronger, so the children of the Han family, who were not very dominant in the scene, showed a situation of collapse at this time.

Nodding with some satisfaction, Ye Qingxuan took Xiao Qiao with one hand and walked towards the Han family's Fallen Realm Martial Saint who was lying in a pool of blood.

"Layman, your scimitar is not bad, it looks like it has a relationship with my Daomen!" walked to the side of the dying old man, reached out and picked up the scimitar that was still firmly held in the old man's hand, and then said casually with a flat face.

However, these words fell into the ears of this old man, but it suddenly shook his originally somewhat sluggish spirit, and then the old man's face was angry, and he wanted to scold Ye Qingxuan for being shameless, but before he could scold, this Han family's Falling Realm Martial Saint felt that the spirit of his body was discharged, and he could no longer raise any strength, and then tilted his head, this former Martial Sage, and now the Falling Realm Martial Saint, died in humiliation halfway up the mountain of the Jade Void Palace!

"Bastard!Qingxuan, you dare to kill my Han family ancestor!" "The disciples of the Han family in the field, seeing that their own Martial Saint Ancestor was killed by Ye Qingxuan so easily, they only felt quite unreal for a while, and then they felt that this Taoist priest was really bold.

You must know that although his Han family is not as big as the world, it can be regarded as a master compared to the small families in the rivers and lakes.

The prestige of their Han family is often invincible when facing a sect that seems to be like the Jade Void Palace and has no reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Often the disciples of the Han family, when they go to those small sects, which of them is not a prestige, and how can they have received what they are now in the Yuxu Palace?

Not to mention that there is now a Fallen Realm Martial Saint who has died, which makes these Han family disciples quite unacceptable in their hearts, so with fear, anger, incredulity and other emotions, they erupted together, and these Han family disciples who fell into the disadvantage, this is how they burst out with such a sentence!

"Hmph!" In the battlefield, before Ye Qingxuan could speak, he heard a childish voice, snorted coldly, and then said with some disdain, "You stinky fish and rotten shrimp, I don't know where you came from, it's obviously a loach, but you want to pretend to be a dragon?"

Not to mention this old man who is about to die, even if there are ten more, my master is also a sword, and it is as simple as eating and drinking!"

When Xiao Qiao said this, those disciples of the Han family who were immediately angry were smoking, but before they could react, they heard those little Taoist priests suddenly applaud.

It wasn't until Xiao Qiao spoke up now that they discovered that in the hands of their own coach, they were holding such a little girl with pink makeup.

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" Ye Qingxuan heard Xiao Qiao speak so murderously, as if he had said that he was a demon who killed people without blinking, and the expression on his face was extremely exciting.

made a Dao sign, stretched out his hand and patted Xiao Qiao's head, and then said with a calm face, "What's the matter?"

"Oops!" Hearing Ye Qingxuan's reproach, Xiao Qiao realized that he was a little carried away, and then exclaimed in surprise, stretched out Bai Shengsheng's little hand, and covered his mouth very funny.

"It's late, it's time here, after you enter the Dao Palace, you will go to your Uncle Qingyuan and receive the punishment of copying the scriptures!" Ye Qingxuan shook his head lightly as he said, he really didn't want to become a murderous female demon in the future.

You must know that the reason why Ye Qingxuan was reluctant to accept him that day also had some reasons in this regard, after all, there was no master who was willing to train a disciple of a murderous demon, except for the devil, of course.

"And you wait!It's also average!" After teaching Xiao Qiao a lesson, Ye Qingxuan swept his eyes towards the rest of the little Taoist priests while playing with the scimitar in his hand, and then said flatly!

"Yes!"

A group of disciples who were fighting against others, hearing this, couldn't help but show bitterness on their faces, and then turned their eyes, but they hated these Han family disciples.

But isn't it, if it weren't for these people from the Han family, who had nothing to do when they were full, how could many things happen behind this?

In the final analysis, it is these Han family disciples who are not good! Thinking of this, these little Taoist priests, under the leadership of their own senior brothers, are even more ruthless.

However, after a while and three moments, those disciples of the Han family were killed by Xuan Chong and others, and they were killed and wounded, and some of the Han family's side disciples threw their blades quite spinelessly and surrendered directly.

This made those descendants of the Han family who were still fighting with Qingyuan and others grit their teeth and were angry in their hearts.

However, no matter how angry they were in their hearts, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated at this time, and in the hearts of these descendants, what they were thinking about at this time was not how to curse these Taoist priests, but to curse the disciples of the Han family who sent back the information that day.

If that disciple could send back the correct news, then how could they be so entrusted? Perhaps, they would not have come to this Jade Void Palace at all, but would stay in the Han family in Bingzhou, waiting for the small spirit realm to open!

But now, it's too late to say anything!