The number of millions of flying swords is extremely large, if it is a mediocre move, the most is that the flying sword flies straight out, and the trajectory is the same, so there will be no mistakes.

But when Qingzhou shot, he turned a million flying swords into an army, divided into countless groups, or flying diagonally, or around, or straight stabs, or crossing, hitting different trajectories, and these trajectories did not interfere with each other, and the attack power was superimposed on each other, playing an amplifying role.

It can be said that these million flying swords have formed a huge sword array.

Qingzhou's move suddenly revealed a profound sword cultivation realm, Duguquan was known as the Venerable of the Half Tribulation, and was swept by a million flying swords, and it was also difficult to fly.

Duguquan was deeply trapped in the sword formation, the more he resisted, the more fierce the flying sword became, and in the end, his strength was slowly consumed, but the offensive of the flying sword did not decrease in the slightest.

"He really wants to kill me!"

Dugu Quan's heart was extremely afraid, he began to regret why he was obsessed with his mind and wanted to blackmail Qingzhou, a fierce god, it was better to report to the master as soon as possible, and let the Xuanwei Dojo Venerable come to clean up Qingzhou.

In the sword array, countless flying swords cooperated with the attack, and Duguquan was destroyed by one or two waves of flying sword attacks, but then there were ten waves of eight waves of flying swords that continued to sprint.

"How could I die here?" Dugu Quan shouted, his whole body mana burning, "Mahayana peak, two hundred times increase." ”

Faced with a desperate situation, Duguquan refused to stand still, and launched the last life-saving stunt, burning mana, and increasing his strength to two hundred times the original.

Dugu Quan's whole body burst out with a large cloud of blood mist, covering his body in an instant, and when the blood mist dissipated, his whole body was pink, his body was slightly expanded, and his eyes were a hundred times brighter.

A trident as huge as a pillar flew out, sweeping the surrounding flying swords, and instantly shattered the huge hole in the sword array.

Duguquan's strength increased by two hundred times, and it was completely brute force to break the sword formation, all the way unimpeded, and the flying sword was lightly bumped by the trident, turning back into smoke and disappearing.

Out of the sword array, Duguquan just wanted to take the opportunity to kill Qingzhou, but he was afraid that he had a magic weapon to protect him, so he turned around and was about to flee.

"Boy, since you refuse to bow your head, then you're welcome, go back to the Xuanwei Dojo now, ask the master to go out, and uproot you and the Qingzhu Dojo, leaving no one behind. ”

Duguquan controlled the huge trident, the speed was as fast as a streamer, rising from the suspended continent, and it was about to disappear.

Qing Zhou's eyes were indifferent, his hands were tied behind his back, and his figure blurred for a while, and then disappeared.

"Miscalculated, miscalculated. Who would have thought that the disciples of the second-rate dojo would be so fierce and vicious, and they would have a bit of the terrifying appearance of the second senior brother. ”

Duguquan blamed himself, this time he almost lost his life to Qingzhou's subordinates, the original plan failed, and he was lucky to pick up a life.

Who would have thought that the high-flying Half Tribulation Venerable, the confidant disciple of the Great Mighty Heavenly Venerable, would be forced to such a situation by the early stage of Mahayana, and even Duguquan himself felt that everything he had just experienced might be a dream.

Duguquan almost survived, his heart was ruthless, and when he went back, he would take the Venerable of the Tribulation and beat the Qingzhu Star into dust.

At this moment, the void squirmed a few times, and the gap was torn open violently, and the flat bottom of Qingzhou appeared, and a sword stabbed Duguquan in the chest.

Qingzhou appeared on the way to escape, and it happened to be in front of Duguquan, the power of the flying sword's forward stab, coupled with the speed of Duguquan's desperate escape, superimposed, causing a nirvana situation for Duguquan.

Dugu Quan couldn't avoid it, watching the tip of the sword enlarge, and then his chest was cold, and he crashed into the flying sword.

Qing Zhou's wrist flicked, and he pressed against Duguquan's body hard, and then stirred the flying sword vigorously, cutting Duguquan in two from his chest.

Before Duguquan died, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he knew that from this moment on, Qingzhou would have no way out.

There is a certain causal connection, spanning a long distance, from the void where Duguquan died, to the depths of the Xuanwei Dojo, ignoring the barrier of the cave world, and passing it to the retreating Dawei Tianzun.

Dawei Tianzun opened his eyes, and light and shadow appeared in front of him, and the causal connection showed the scene before Duguquan was killed in front of Dawei Tianzun.

"Qingzhou, Qingzhu Dojo, a dojo that has been in decline for a long time, there is such a character who killed my two disciples one after another?"

Dawei Tianzun's face was joyless and carefree, the death of the two disciples did not give him a moment of grief, for him, the meaning of killing Liwei was even greater.

"The old man's luck is about to be completed, and when he is finished, he will go to slaughter Qingzhu Dao. ”

In the blink of an eye, Dawei Tianzun decided the future fate of the Qingzhu Dojo, for him, the huge Qingzhu Star was no different from a speck of dust.

The exercises cultivated by Dawei Tianzun took a full hundred years to run each time, and now ninety-nine years and six months have passed, and only six months are left to complete it.

For this high-ranking Eleventh Tribulation Venerable, six months passed in a flash, and there was no need to waste a perfect cultivation in order to hunt down Qingzhou.

So, because of the difference in Dawei Tianzun's thoughts, Qingzhou had an extra six months.

"Someone!"

"The disciple is here. ”

"Send someone to keep an eye on Qingzhuxing, and if there is anything unusual, you must notify me in time. ”

After Qingzhou returned to the Qingzhu Dojo, he immediately informed Su Wumian of the ins and outs of the matter, including his own origin.

After listening to this, Su Wumian sighed, looked at the scenery outside the window, and the expression on his face changed sharply.

Qingzhou waited a little longer, waiting for Su Wumian's decision.

If Su Wumian decides to give up Qingzhou, Qingzhou will never drag the mud and water, he will take all the responsibility on his body, and give Qingzhu Dojo a generous compensation, and then, Qingzhou and Qingzhu Dojo will be cut in two, and there will be no contact in the future.

But if Su Wumian could protect Qingzhou, Qingzhou would feel embarrassed, after all, in this world, human debts are the most difficult to repay.

"Qingzhou, disaster is coming, you go quickly!" Su Wumian finally spoke.

"Master, I'm leaving, what should I do with the dojo?" Qingzhou was relieved in his heart, Su Wumian did not give up on himself after all.

"I can't go, the foundation of the Qingzhu Dojo is here, I, an unworthy descendant, can't throw away all the things left by my ancestors. ”

Su Wumian looked out the window, in the warm breeze, Xiuzhu shook gently, such a peaceful scene would no longer exist, and it was about to be destroyed in the anger of the Xuanwei Dojo.

Qing Zhou sighed, from the moment Su Wumian made his decision, he had to carry the future of the entire Qingzhu Star.

"Master, please listen to my plan below. ”

What Qing Zhou said next made Su Wumian's eyes widen, and he inhaled again and again, feeling that he had never encountered such an unbelievable situation in the first half of his life.

"Okay, Qingzhou, I'll leave the future of Qingzhu Dojo to you. ”

Next, Su Wumian urgently mobilized the entire Qingzhu Dojo, arranged tasks for his disciples separately, and even used the treasure house accumulated in the dojo for thousands of years, and sat in the center himself, but whenever the disciples were in need, they could tell him to receive resource materials.

"Please, ugly fellow. ”

Qingzhou's face was serious, waiting for an ugly answer.