Chapter 1342: The Damned One Is You

"Hmph! Now that there is no natal magic weapon, look at how arrogant you kid is! You should feel content if you can force this master to perform this magic trick in public! It's all over, go die!"

Qing Zhichen's face showed a hideous look, watching the cyan sword net engulf Qin Lang's figure, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but sneer.

How talented Qin Lang is?

Under his Eight Swords Absolute Dust Divine Power, the fourfold cultivation of the Martial Emperor is definitely dead!

But the next moment—

"Buzz!"

A piercing moan came out, and I saw a blue light suddenly appear, like a green dragon rushing straight into the sky, blooming with endless light, reflecting the clouds in the sky into cyan, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed!

The next moment, the cyan light quickly converged, condensed, and turned into a three-foot green blade, which appeared in Qin Lang's hand!

"Sword Slash!"

Qin Lang waved his hand casually, and the three-foot green blade drew a dazzling green light, splitting out from top to bottom, as if splitting the sky from the middle, and where it passed, it was devastated, and the cyan sword net of the green dust was instantly defeated and dissipated into invisibility!

Qingmang's castration did not decrease at all, with an incomparably destructive aura, like the angry slash of the gods, slashing down towards the Qingzhichen that was close at hand!

"No!

The smile that had just appeared on the corner of Qing Zhichen's mouth froze, and his face turned into a look of horror, and he used all his strength to fly back desperately!

"Flutter!"

Although Qing Zhichen reacted quickly, the scope of Qing Mang's shroud was too large, and the speed was even faster, directly slashing on Qing Zhichen's shoulder, and a broken arm was thrown out, and then it was crushed by the residual Qing Mang's breath and instantly exploded, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood!

"Qingcang Divine Sword!"

"It's the Holy Sword Soul of the Qingshan Sword Sect!"

Seeing the three-foot Qingfeng in Qin Lang's hand, all the powerhouses behind Qing Zhichen opened their mouths and exclaimed one by one.

The countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples who were surrounding Fan Ning and the others were even more in a commotion, and the eyes of the Qingcang Divine Sword were full of endless awe!

The ancestor of the Qingshan Sword Sect, the one who obtains the Holy Sword Soul is the head of the Qingshan Sword Sect!

Although it was rumored before that Qin Lang had taken out the Qingcang Divine Sword in Yonghe City and ordered thousands of disciples, they did not see it with their own eyes, and after that, Qing Zhichen killed thousands of disciples who had been ordered by Qin Lang in public, and the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect dispelled the doubts in their hearts, but now they saw with their own eyes the Holy Sword Soul of the Qingshan Sword Sect that had been missing for hundreds of thousands of years!

At this moment, the hearts of countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples were hot, and the crowd was crowded!

"Hiss......"

Clutching his injured shoulder, blood gushing out from his fingers, Qing Zhichen gasped, his face turned pale, and a big cold sweat rolled down.

Qing Zhichen knew that Qin Lang's sword just now was deliberately off a bit, otherwise the earth-shattering sword just now would be enough to kill him on the spot!

Looking at the three-foot Qingfeng in Qin Lang's hand with palpitations, Qing Zhichen could obviously feel that its power was far more powerful than the Qingcang Divine Sword of his teacher Qing Shan back then, and there was endless greed in his heart!

"The disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect listened to the order, quickly formed a formation, and helped the head of the Ben sect to surround and kill this traitor, and recapture the holy sword soul of my Qingshan Sword Sect!"

Qingzhichen suddenly shouted loudly, and the sound shook the four fields, and the sound spread throughout the entire Qingshan Sword Sect.

With Qing Zhichen's loud drink, countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples came to their senses and were ready to move one by one.

"Bastard! The ancestral training said it clearly, the one who has the holy sword soul of my Qingshan Sword Sect is the head of my faction, do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestor one by one, and you can't rebel?"

Seeing that at the instigation of Qing Zhichen, all the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect wanted to besiege Qin Lang together, Fan Ning stepped forward and reprimanded angrily.

Being buttoned down by Fan Ning's high hat, all the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples suddenly moved, and they all stopped.

No matter how bold they are, they don't dare to do anything to deceive their teachers and destroy their ancestors!

"Don't listen to their nonsense! Fanning they killed the head of the sect and snatched the Holy Sword Soul, they are the criminals of our Qingshan Sword Sect! Kill them, take back the Holy Sword Soul, and correct the rules of the Qingshan Sword Sect to comfort the teacher's spirit in the sky!"

Qing Zhichen snorted and spoke again to encourage him.

The countless disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect around were moved, after all, Qing Zhichen had controlled the Qingshan Sword Sect for hundreds of thousands of years, and they were still more willing to believe what Qing Zhichen said.

"What a bite of sharp teeth that turns black and white upside down!"

Qin Lang, who was standing in the air, spoke coldly, and his voice sounded like thunder:

"Do you know why I didn't kill you on the spot, because I want you to die, but I want you to lose your reputation and leave you with a stench for ten thousand years!"

After that, the white light flashed in front of Qin Lang, and a crystal coffin appeared in front of him, floating in the air, and the old man lying inside was the dead Qingshan!

"It's Aoyama Patriarch!"

Seeing Qingshan's corpse, the countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples around him exclaimed in surprise and fell to their knees one after another, their faces showing endless sadness!

As the ancestor of the Qingshan Sword Sect, Qingshan is the goal they are striving for, and in their hearts they are even more worshiped as gods, originally they always thought that Qingshan Patriarch was in retreat and cultivating, but they never expected that the Qingshan Patriarch who was worshiped as a god in their hearts had fallen!

"Bastard, snatched my teacher's holy sword soul, and even made his old man's corpse unrestful, it's really damned!"

Qing Zhichen was startled at first, and then with a sad and angry face, he opened his mouth and scolded Qin Lang angrily.

"Traitorous villain, the damned one is you!"

Qin Lang suddenly shouted and threw out a memory crystal, which was the picture of Qingshan's predecessor when he was dying!