The red mangs are earth-shattering, as if they are about to cover the entire sword mound, with the northwest as the source, covering in other directions!

The sword qi was agitated, and the storm was rolling, and even the sky had a trace of blood red under the shining of this red light, like the morning glow.

"Could it be that this Qi kid can really succeed?!"

Jian Jiu saw this change at this moment, and there was a trace of hesitation and disbelief in the vicissitudes of life.

"I didn't expect this trip to be worthwhile, this son is extraordinary, has a resolute personality, and has a treasure medicine to protect his body, at this moment he can already hold the handle of the red sword, as long as the red sword can be pulled up to the ground, then he is the first person in three hundred years to successfully obtain the sword mound spirit sword, and the future is limitless. ”

Sang Mu Dao looked at this series of sudden changes, and the chances of success for the white-robed young man were a few percent higher.

"Red sword, the most murderous sword in the sword mound colorful sword, is the ancient killing sword, its master is dustless, and it is the sword god of my sword sect, red sword and red robe, red blood and red heart!"

Jian Jiu immediately sighed the moment Qi Qianqing held the hilt of the Red Sword, and at this moment there was also a hint of surprise in his eyes, he didn't expect this Danfang disciple who was usually inconspicuous to have such courage.

Qi Qianqing, at the age of seven, was brought to the Sword Sect by Elder Han of the Sword Sect, when he first entered the Sword Sect, his clothes were ragged, his figure was weak, and he didn't even dare to look directly at people, he was cautious and timid. Therefore, he did not worship under any sword immortal sect, but was taken to the Dan room by Elder Han to learn the art of refining medicine and cannon pills.

This son may have a natural ability to never forget, this Sword Sect's large and small alchemy spectrum was all memorized by him within three days, and he also practiced a True Realm Pill at the age of ten, which was deeply loved by Elder Han.

But what he wants to learn most in his heart is swordsmanship, the way of medicine and stone, not the ultimate of his goal, because he has understood the truth of respect for the strong since he was a child, after all, he was the person who lived at the bottom before, and he was forever imprinted in his mind with a picture, that is, robbers can rely on the knife in their hands, slaughter the people at will, the beacon fire and blood, the knife is the reason, there is no king law at all, this is the era of the strong, and the law is formulated by the strong.

The immortals let you die, do you die or not?!

So Qi Qianqing seems to be a weak scholar, courteous everywhere, in fact, his heart's desire for the strong even surpasses everyone in his generation, although the Confucian is polite, his heart is domineering!

At this moment, the light of the red sword is full of brilliance, like a blood-colored canopy, as if to cover this sword mound, the dazzling red light, like a sea of blood, appears in mid-air, there is a strong bloody atmosphere on it, facing this red canopy, as if you can feel the heroic scene of ten thousand people fighting, white bones, and monstrous blood.

"I want to be a strong man, I want to be a big man who can be in charge alone, Red Sword, your killing aura is exactly what I need, I have been suppressed for too long in the past seven years, and it is time to release it. ”

Qi Qianqing was holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand at this moment, and he could clearly feel that the bloody aura was entering his meridians along the palm of his right hand.

"Poof......

Qi Qianqing spurted out a mouthful of blood violently at this moment, although it had the effect of returning to the soul, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The sword qi collided wantonly in his meridians, as if it was about to tear his meridians apart, and Hui Lingsan didn't seem to be able to keep up with the speed of its tearing!

"Ahem, ahem......"

Qi Qianqing coughed violently twice, covered his mouth with his palm, and when he spread it out, he saw a scarlet in his palm... The aura on his body was also suppressed by the red sword, especially the right hand holding the hilt of the sword, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing together, shedding blood, and the blood was the same color as the sword.

"I've come this far, even if I die, I'm going to take you out!!"

Qi Qianqing looked up to the sky and roared at this moment, his hair fell down, and his originally delicate face became extremely hideous at this moment, with his roar, his mortal realm cultivation was running wildly, and with the blessing of this spirit, swallowing qi and two great treasures, his breath was faintly about to break through the mortal realm, and there was a trace of agility.

The divine consciousness is empty, and the qi moves at will, which is called the spirit!

"Isn't this baby going to break through the shackles and enter the spiritual realm?"

Suddenly, Zhao Yifan, who was riding a little donkey and seemed to be at ease, couldn't help but speak in surprise when he saw the fluctuations in Qi Qianqing's cultivation.

"I really didn't expect that he would be able to accumulate so much and touch the threshold of the spiritual realm. ”

At this moment, it was Jian Yu, who was very conceited, listened to it at this moment and looked in the direction of Qi Qianqing in the northwest.

"He is an admirable opponent, if he takes the sword and does not die, I will fight him!"

At this moment, Du Xiaobei, who was also dressed in a white robe, saw Qi Qianqing's resolute character, and said a rare word of admiration.

"Xiaobei, if this Sword Sect Xiaowa has this red sword, can you defeat him?"

Pei Yan of the Divine Fire Sect, looking at the terrifying fluctuations emanating from the sword mound, was still a little worried in his heart.

"Uncle don't worry, that Sword Sect disciple, even if he gets the red sword, I have sixty percent certainty of defeating him, although he has a state of mind, but after all, there is a lack of killing energy, and although the red sword is very strong, it is difficult to produce its true power in his hands, so he met me, even if he has the red sword, I can defeat it, but the young man in black gives me a very mysterious feeling!"

Du Xiaobei spoke lightly at this moment, carrying his hands behind his back, looking high.

"Alas, Xiaobei, although you are the strongest among the younger generation of Shenhuo, you must remember that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky, besides, this is the Sword Sect, and there are many disciples who already have their own natal swords, so they did not come to the Sword Shrine to get the sword. ”

After Pei Yan saw Du Xiaobei's arrogant state, he sighed, and then turned his gaze to the sword mound

At this moment, everyone, whether it was the thirteen tall figures above the firmament, or the many monks at the foot of Jianfeng Mountain, immediately exclaimed in surprise the moment they saw Qi Qianqing's cultivation erupt.

"How is it possible, he hid his cultivation, and he turned out to be the peak of the mortal realm!"

"The medicine boy in the Danfang was admitted to the sect by Elder Han for three years of alchemy, self-cultivation, and then he was punished for three days for peeking at the disciples of Jianfeng practicing swords, and since then, they have all been put aside for three days to peek once, and the elders have also turned a blind eye, pretending not to see it, but who would have thought that his cultivation would reach such a point, maybe it was to practice the three-day pill, look at the sword for one day, and understand the law for three days. ”

Some people also speculated that after all, they couldn't imagine that a Danfang disciple could actually reach the peak of the mortal realm at the age of fourteen, and he was only one step away from the king realm.

Over time, it may be the case......

Qi Qianqing's momentum has climbed to the peak, as if he is about to pierce the layer of window paper, the aura around him has dissipated, so that everyone can see his face, bleeding from the seven orifices, and his face is hideous, this is his truest appearance.

His right hand changed from white to blood, especially the five fingertips, which were oozing blood, but he still held it tightly and never let go of the slightest, as if he was determined to seize the red sword!