If the body of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint was here, the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint would never dare to be so reckless.

But right now, it's just one of its clones, even if it's lost, it's not a big deal, at most, it's just a matter of spending some time and cultivating it back.

So.

When the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint felt hopeless, he immediately shot at Lu Qingshan, wanting to let out a bad breath!

But.

As soon as the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint pounced, the nine people brought by Li Changfeng immediately hit the Saint Torture Instrument in their hands!

Rumble!

As soon as the saint's torture instrument came out, it immediately turned into a shackle of flashing thunder and lightning and landed on the body of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint!

When he was still a foot away from Lu Qingshan, the figure of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint was bound up by the lightning shackles.

Wow!

In the flickering and changing shackles, it was re-transformed into a saint's torture instrument, imprisoning the Thousand Peerless Sword Saints.

Lu Qingshan sensed carefully.

Although the one in front of him is only a clone of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint, he still has the power of a saint after all, but now he is like an ordinary person, and there is no trace of holy power!

This is the power of the saint's torture instrument!

Lu Qingshan walked over curiously, poked the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint, grinned, and said, "You still want to kill me?"

The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint's gaze was terrifying, and he hated to shatter Lu Qingshan's corpse into ten thousand pieces.

But.

Under the torture tools of the saints, the Thousand Peerless Sword Saints did not have a trace of power.

Syllable!

Lu Qingshan slapped him out.

The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint couldn't hide, and he was slapped firmly!

"It's so thick-skinned, it hurts my hands!" Lu Qingshan sneered.

But.

The face of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint was completely angry!

He's a saint anyway!

A saint naturally has the dignity of a saint, and now that Lu Qingshan has slapped him, how can the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint stop?

"Lu Qingshan, you are looking for death! This Saint is going to kill you!" the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint roared angrily.

Hear the words.

Lu Qingshan let out a sneer and said, "Kill me, didn't you want to kill me a long time ago, and force me to hand over the inheritance of the Yuan Spirit Sword Saint!"

Since it is an enemy, and it is also an enemy who has torn his face, Lu Qingshan will naturally not be polite!

Saints, what about that?

Is it possible that because you are a saint, I will not dare to smoke you?

Lu Qingshan sneered, shook his head slightly, and said: "Qianjue, I used to respect you as a saint, but later I found out that you were a white-eyed wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Kill me, okay! This saint is waiting for you! It's just that I'm afraid that you won't kill me one day! Unless, you stay in the holy courtyard until you come out of the holy realm! Otherwise, you will definitely die!" shouted the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint.

Meantime.

Cheongnaju!

Ten Thousand Knife Villa.

The body of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint let out an angry roar, and its figure instantly rose up, appearing in mid-air, and snorted coldly: "Lu Qingshan, you can't help but think too highly of yourself, as soon as you walk out of the Holy Courtyard, this Saint will kill you immediately!"

Rumble!

His figure roared, and he was about to leave the Ten Thousand Swords Villa and go to the outside of the Holy Courtyard, waiting for Lu Qingshan to walk out of the Holy Courtyard.

It's just that.

At this moment, a Buddha horn suddenly came.

"Amitabha!"

The figure of the Empty Sorrow Holy Monk quietly appeared, raised his eyes to look at the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint, and said: "Thousand Peerless Sword Saint, the ten-year period has not arrived, you can't go anywhere!"

"Empty Sorrow Holy Monk!" The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint's eyes shrank slightly, but his eyes were full of anger, and said, "Do you think that just a clone can stop my body?"

"Amitabha!" The holy monk of empty sorrow was not sad or happy, and folded his hands and said: "Although the poor monk is just a doppelganger, it is not a problem for you to suppress dozens of them!"

"Okay!

The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint was furious.

No matter how you say it, you are a saint, and you are frightened by a clone of the Empty Sorrow Holy Monk, it's too much to say!

Rumble!

The sword light in the sky pierced the sky, turning into an invincible sword light in mid-air, slashing towards the Empty Compassion Holy Monk.

Facing the full force of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint's blow, the Empty Compassion Holy Monk slowly shook his head and said disdainfully: "Too weak, too weak......"

Between words.

The Void Compassion Holy Monk raised his finger lightly and pointed at the sword light.

Click!

Knife light, shattered in an instant!

But.

The finger pointed out by the Empty Compassion Holy Monk, and the residual momentum was undiminished, and it actually fell directly on the body of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint.

Bang!

The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint couldn't bear it, and its figure fell from mid-air!

Burst!

In mid-air, the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint spurted out a mouthful of blood, looked at the Empty Sorrow Saint Monk with a shocked face, and said in a lost voice: "You...... You have definitely reached the Great Sage ......"

The Holy Monk of Empty Compassion shook his head slightly, silent.

"Empty Compassion Holy Monk, why don't you kill me?" When the figure of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint fell into the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa, he couldn't help but speak.

I can't beat it, and now I can only open my mouth and say something, and maybe I can find a way to leave.

But.

The Empty Sorrow Holy Monk shook his head and said, "It's just a matter of being entrusted by someone! I only need to trap you in the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain Villa for ten years!"

"Who the hell is it?" The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint was extremely angry in his heart, this was the second time he had heard the Empty Sorrow Holy Monk mention it.

"Your Excellency is not qualified to know yet, but you will see it soon in the future, and when the time comes, it will definitely surprise Your Excellency!" said the Void Compassion Holy Monk with a smile.

Follow.

The figure of the Empty Sorrow Saint Monk quietly disappeared.

But.

The Thousand Peerless Sword Saint stayed in the Ten Thousand Knife Villa, but he didn't dare to take another step!

......

Sacred Courtyard.

In the outer courtyard square.

The clone of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint let out a roar.

"I hate it!"

Follow.

Lu Qingshan slapped him again.

Finally.

Lu Qingshan seemed to be tired and stopped.

Li Changfeng immediately walked over and said in front of everyone: "From now on, expel the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint from the Holy Courtyard, and from now on, the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint will no longer be the deacon of the outer court!"

Follow.

Li Changfeng turned to look at the nine people who held the torture instruments of the saints, and said, "Escort this doppelganger of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saint to the prison of the Holy Courtyard, and no one is allowed to visit the prison!"

"Yes!"

The nine people immediately escorted the clone of the Thousand Peerless Sword Saints away.

Li Changfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and said with a smile, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay!" Lu Qingshan nodded.

"It's okay, if you have something, you can come to me at any time!" Li Changfeng said with a smile, and then said goodbye and left!

Looking at Li Changfeng, who was gradually moving away, Lu Qingshan's eyes were thoughtful.

It wasn't until Li Changfeng's back had disappeared that Lu Qingshan came back to his senses, looked at Si Xuan, and said, "Senior Sister Si Xuan, don't stay in this outer courtyard, come with me to the Holy Sword Peak!"

"This is not good! The Holy Sword Peak is one of the one hundred and eight holy mountains, and only the disciples of the inner court can go there! And I am only a disciple of the outer court, I'm afraid it can't be done!" Si Xuan pursed his lips.

Hear the words.

Lu Qingshan couldn't help frowning.

What Si Xuan said is good.

Immediately.

Lu Qingshan raised his eyes and looked at the Black Fire Ox and said, "How can a disciple of the outer court be promoted to a disciple of the inner court?"

(End of chapter)