"His Majesty the Holy Emperor, but you're worried that Liang Xiaochuan isn't Xiao Qinghou's opponent?" the old man in the middle of the Bigu beside His Majesty the Holy Emperor said in a deep groan.

His Majesty the Holy Emperor's eyes flashed, and he said faintly: "I'm worried that I can't restrain this kid of the Liang family......"

"Then why is His Majesty the Holy Emperor still ......" The old man looked at His Majesty the Holy Emperor in confusion.

"The knife can hurt oneself or others, and the way to use it depends on people's hearts. His Majesty the Holy Emperor paused slightly, and then continued: "The empire has been standing on the continent for more than four hundred years, and some of the meritorious families that used to be the pillars of the empire have become tumors that endanger the empire......

His Majesty the Holy Emperor did not continue, and turned his head to focus on the game that was still going on, but the intention of using the knife against the meritorious family that threatened the stability of the empire was already obvious.

"But what does this have to do with Liang Xiaochuan?" The old man still didn't figure it out, but he knew that this was not something he should care about, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and shifted his eyes to the arena.

The Blood Sword only stopped about half a foot away from Xiao Chuan's head, and of course it wasn't the Blood Sword that stopped on its own.

Xiao Chuan's fist met it at a critical moment, although it only exerted about sixty percent of Xiao Chuan's cultivation in a hurry, but it was also mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, and there was a momentum of earth-shattering.

Xiao Qinghou's cultivation is just the early stage of spiritual silence, even if he uses any secret method, the power will not increase unlimitedly, and no matter how powerful it is, it will not exceed the full force of the Jindan stage monk, to reach the level of the Yuan Infant stage monk's full strength, it is simply a fool's dream, it is simply impossible.

But Ogawa had now seen the impossibility with his own eyes, and had experienced first-hand how terrifying it was.

Xiao Chuan's current cultivation is much more refined than when he escaped from the Ling family in the South China Sea, and now the punch that he hastily punched with sixty percent of his cultivation is enough to blast away Zhang Ding, a Chaotian Sword Sect monk who chased and killed Xiao Chuan that day.

What kind of cultivation is Zhang Ding?

Zhang Ding is a monk in the Yuan Infant Period, although it is the early Yuan Infant Period, but it is not comparable to Xiao Qinghou, the gap between the two is a world apart, and it is not an exaggeration at all.

However, it could blow the Yuan Infant Monk away, but it didn't blow away the blood sword in front of him.

The tip of the Blood Sword and Ogawa's fist barely collided together, and the distance between the two was less than the width of a leek leaf.

Xiao Chuan's fist failed to blast the blood sword away, and the blood sword couldn't advance even one more point, and the air flow between the two was sharply compressed, forming a state that was visible to the naked eye, like water ripples.

The blood sword was like snow meeting coals, and the surface continued to vaporize, forming a red air current, and at the same time, the shape continued to shrink at a visible speed, shrinking by about a third in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Chuan was also uncomfortable, the fist that was opposed to the blood sword was like sticking to the ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and the fist actually felt like it was stinged by the red-hot iron chisel.

"Things must be reversed, is it a hot feeling when it is extremely cold?" Xiao Chuan had a strange thought in his heart at this moment.

Xiao Qinghou's face turned blue, and a black qi kept swimming on his face, like a black earthworm spinning around in the skin, extremely weird. In this moment, his appearance seemed to be more than ten years old, and the hair on his temples gradually turned gray, and the signs of aging did not stop, it seemed that Xiao Qinghou was burning his life, and at the cost of consuming the vitality in his body to urge the blood sword to fight with Xiao Chuan,

Xiao Qinghou's strange changes fell on Xiao Chuan's eyes without leaking, and Xiao Chuan was shocked for a while.

Although Xiaochuan can't get out now, there is no big crisis, and he began to review in his heart again, "No wonder people say that lions fight rabbits, and they use all their strength." How can I always make such a mistake? I can't always take things seriously, and this time I almost capsized in the gutter......"

Xiao Qinghou's face kept changing, and a variety of emotions such as anger, anxiety, and fear continued to appear on his face, and he looked extremely hideous for a while.

Xiao Qinghou's secret method was not learned from any cultivation classics, nor was it taught by any master, but an innate ability, which was discovered by Xiao Qinghou himself by accident, and later created after continuous thinking and exploration.

With the cultivation of the early stage of spiritual silence to create a self-created spell, if you say it, others will not believe it, the reason is that it is too against the sky! Not to mention that the power of this spell is even more against the sky, and it can even reach the power of the late Yuan Infant monk's full attack, although at the cost of vitality.

As long as it is used carefully, it can be used as a life-saving stunt. A spell that can make one's own cultivation soar in a short period of time, and a stunt that can also improve two great realms and more, can definitely attract the covetousness and crazy snatching of countless people.

Such an anti-heaven spell was actually created by a monk in the early stage of spiritual silence, it was simply unreasonable, even if the spell created by a monk in the late Yuan Infant period could reach half of Xiao Qinghou's self-created spell anti-heaven ability, it could also be called a genius.

What is Xiao Qinghou, a genius among geniuses?

How many geniuses are compared to Xiao Qinghou, I'm afraid they are not as good as idiots......

Once the preciousness of this spell is recognized, I am afraid that Xiao Qinghou will end up with the same fate as Xiao Chuan, that is, he is wanted by the Xiuzhen Realm, or even the entire Xiuzhen Realm......

However, this secret technique did not bring satisfactory results to Xiao Qinghou.

I thought that sacrificing some life force and losing a little Shouyuan could solve Xiaochuan, and I could easily take Xiaochuan's life.

I didn't expect it to be a stalemate, Xiao Qinghou is now riding a tiger and it is difficult to get down, and this anti-heaven spell has aroused Xiao Chuan's counterattack.

Xiao Qinghou can only keep burning his life now, constantly urging the blood sword, gritting his teeth and insisting, not daring to let the power of the blood sword weaken even a point.

Even so, Xiao Qinghou still felt that Xiao Chuan's counterattack had a tendency to continue to strengthen, and he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart......

In less than a cup of tea, Xiao Qinghou's face became even older, wrinkles began to appear on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, his skin lost its luster and began to become dull and slack, his clear eyes began to become cloudy, and the hair on the top of his head began to gradually turn gray from his sideburns, and began to fall out in some places and become thin. Even the originally straight waist began to become a little rickety......

Some changes fell on Xiao Chuan's eyes again, and immediately scared Xiao Chuan enough, he thought that Xiao Qinghou was going to perform some extremely powerful killer move! He didn't expect that it would be Xiao Qinghou's impact by driving the blood sword and consuming his life.

"This bastard is a demon, he is sucking people's essence......" Yang Min shouted with wide eyes and gritted teeth.

The people watching the competition in the arena were unknown, so when they heard Yang Min's words, they looked at Xiaochuan with a trace of disgust and vigilance in their eyes......