Lin Qingxue's beautiful face was full of desolation, and her heart ached, but she told herself that everything would pass.

The pain she feels today will eventually kill everyone when she becomes stronger.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue's face turned cold again, she closed her eyes slightly and looked away.

At this time, Murong Chen's palm was already close to Lin Nantian. Judging from its momentum, once this palm hits, Lin Nantian will definitely die.

Lin Nantian retreated continuously, but the opponent was too powerful. No matter how he retreated, he could not get rid of this palm.

If you retreat further, the slave will have no one to look after you.

"Murong Chen, you are looking for death!"

At this moment, an extremely cold voice came, making people couldn't help but feel chills running down their spines.

As this voice came, Murong Chen's expression changed, and even the movements of his hands slowed down a bit.

And at this moment, a strong crisis struck, causing his expression to change suddenly.

He turned around suddenly and saw a stream of light coming quickly, the light on it was bright and murderous.

Murong Chen's face changed drastically, his face was filled with disbelief and shock.

It was a sword, with mottled blades and spreading evil energy. Although the sword had not yet arrived, the evil energy on the blade had already impacted his soul and made him feel bad.

On the long sword, the sharp cold light stung his skin.

"No!"

Murong Chen roared, and he used all his strength to dodge the sword, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't escape.

puff!

The ancient sword stabbed Murong Chen directly, passing through his chest, and the strong impact carried Murong Chen away quickly.

Clang!

The long sword pierced the stone wall of the palace. Murong Chen's face showed fear. He was nailed to the stone wall. His body was powerless and his eyes were filled with fear.

This sword seemed to take away all his strength, and the vitality in his body drained rapidly.

He never thought that he, Murong Chen, would die here and in such a way after leaving the sect this time, being nailed to a stone wall.

"Mr. Murong!" Lin Qingxue's expression changed, and she almost went crazy.

Today's events shocked her heart several times, and her father's death and immortality kept changing in front of her.

Whenever she made up her mind, her father could always get through the difficulties.

After repeating it two or three times, her mentality completely collapsed.

"Ah! Su Changqing, I hate you, I hate you, I, Lin Qingxue, swear that I will kill you in my lifetime!"

The shrill roar resounded throughout the hall, and Lin Qingxue's mentality was completely shattered.

She gave up on her father three times, but was rescued by Su Changqing three times, which made her hate Su Changqing to the core. He was deliberately embarrassing her.

Lin Nantian also didn't expect that Su Changqing would still have the energy to save himself despite fighting against many strong men alone.

When he heard Lin Qingxue's roar, Lin Nantian smiled miserably, and then no longer looked at Lin Qingxue, but stayed by Nuer's side to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him.

On the other side, Mo Guzhou was furious and roared repeatedly.

He didn't expect that Su Changqing could be so terrifying. With so many powerful people from the Five Extremes Realm besieging him, he could still be distracted from saving people.

Moreover, Murong Chen was nailed to the stone wall with one sword.

Although he didn't like Murong Chen, he was still a member of his Tianlan Sect, so how could he be killed by others?

Moreover, the other party's father was also a powerful elder of the Tianlan Sect. Today, Murong Chen died here. As the leader, he, the holy son, might be hated by others.

"Su Changqing, you are looking for death!"

Mo Guzhou shouted loudly and slashed at Su Changqing with his sword. This time, the sword technique he used was the Tianlan Sect's Zongzong sword technique: "Tian Shang".

As soon as the Sword of Heaven comes out, the sky cries.

Sure enough, as Mo Guzhou used this sword, the entire void roared, all directions in the hall were shaken, the void collapsed, and blood dripped from the cracks, known as the sky crying.

Watching Mo Guzhou use this sword, Su Changqing narrowed his eyes and recognized the sword.

"Tian Shang? Wu Zhao's sword technique!" Su Changqing muttered to himself.

"It seems that the person who took away the martial arts inheritance is indeed the Tianlan Sect!"

"No wonder they are so sure. There is an ancient sword called Shenzhao in this palace. It must have been passed down by the people who entered this place back then."

"Wuzhao, it's a pity that you are fighting in all directions with me, and you are majestic, but your inheritance has been trained to this extent, which can be regarded as a dust for you."

Su Changqing sighed, looked at Murong Chen who was using Tianshang, and shook his head.

"Tian Shang" was originally a terrifying swordsmanship in the fairy world. It was a secret sword skill that Wu Zhao realized based on his own talent. It once shone in the fairy world.

When Wu Zhao realized this unique skill, Su Changqing also gave him some pointers and was very familiar with his unique skill.

When Wu Zhao understood the "Tian Shang" sword technique, he gave him the "Shen Zhao" ancient sword.

It's a pity that no one in this world of mortals can truly understand the true meaning of his unique swordsmanship.

The Mo Guzhou in front of him didn't even have a superficial understanding of it, he just showed off this swordsmanship like a gourd and a gourd.

"Su Changqing, do you know why our Tianlan Sect has been able to stand in Yan for thousands of years without falling?" Mo Guzhou looked down from a high position, raised his chin, and shouted loudly.

When mentioning the Tianlan Sect, Mo Guzhou felt an inexplicable pride, the pride of being the holy son of the Tianlan Sect.

"I don't know!" Su Changqing said softly.

"It's because of this sword technique. This sword technique is the Zongzong sword technique of our Tianlan Sect. Mortals like you simply can't understand the mystery of this sword technique." Mo Guzhou smiled lightly.

"This is a level that is difficult for you to understand. You can be proud of being able to die under this sword technique."

Mo Guzhou looked down at Su Changqing with arrogance, as if in his eyes, Su Changqing was like an ant.

This is indeed the case. After Mo Guzhou used this sword technique, his whole temperament changed, becoming enigmatic and unfathomable, like a banished immortal.

He was holding a long sword and standing in the main hall. The void around him was torn apart, and wisps of blood spilled out from the cracks, like the sky crying.

King Rakshasa, His Highness the Third Highness, and others all looked solemn. At this moment, Mo Guzhou was very powerful, his sword energy soaring into the sky, and he was extremely terrifying.

They had a feeling that if the other party used this sword against them, it would be really difficult to resist.

"It is worthy of being called the Tianlan Sect's sword technique. It is indeed mysterious and powerful." His Highness the Third Highness said in shock. He had a feeling that this sword technique was not like anything in the world.

"Su Changqing, suffer death!"

At this time, Mo Guzhou shouted loudly, swung the long sword in his hand, and exploded with unparalleled power, slashing towards Su Changqing.

Everyone in the hall was shocked. This power was so powerful that they were horrified.

As Mo Guzhou slashed out with his sword, the entire hall fell silent, as if there was only one person left in the world with his sword, so powerful that the world was dominated by it.

"You look similar but have no spirit, Wu Zhao, you are really in trouble." Su Changqing said lightly.

Then, he waved his hand, and the "Shenzhao" sword let out a soft groan, and with a "clang" sound, it was pulled out of the stone wall, flew over, and fell into Su Changqing's hand.

The moment the ancient sword was pulled out, Murong Chen's body was annihilated by a terrifying power, torn into pieces, and finally turned into blood mist.

Weng!

After acquiring the ancient sword, more than twenty divine cauldrons roared simultaneously in Su Changqing's body. The ancient divine cauldron formula started to operate automatically, and all his blood energy exploded instantly, forming a bloody ocean outside his body.

Everyone felt that they were weighing tens of thousands of pounds and the oppression was extremely uncomfortable. They couldn't help but retreat continuously, until they retreated to the corner of the hall.

Even the Rakshasa King and others had solemn expressions on their faces and retreated continuously.

Whoosh!

Su Changqing slashed out with his sword and struck directly at Mo Guzhou's chest.

This sword was extremely tricky. It seemed ordinary, but in fact it was extremely powerful. Moreover, it just restrained the sword technique used by Mo Guzhou.

When performing the "Tian Shang" sword technique, the whole body's strength is mobilized, and all the blood and energy are gathered in the Tanzhong point on the chest, using the energy in the heart to activate the long sword.

At this time, the Tanzhong acupoint is the most important point for the caster. Once it is missing, the blood vessels will definitely run wild, and in severe cases, the caster's body may explode and die.

Wu Zhao had already discovered this shortcoming when he realized this sword technique. In the end, through his improvements, this shortcoming was made up and almost perfect.

However, the people of the Tianlan Sect have dull qualifications and it is difficult to make up for this shortcoming.

In fact, they don't even understand the "Tian Shang" sword technique, so how can they make up for this shortcoming?

At this time, when he saw the long sword in Su Changqing's hand pointed directly at his Tanzhong point, Mo Guzhou's expression suddenly changed. In fact, the sword energy on the opponent's long sword had already pierced his skin and hurt.

Once the Tanzhong acupoint is broken, I am afraid that my sword will not hit the opponent, and I am afraid that I will suffer from the blood and energy flowing around, and my body will explode and die if I am not careful.

"No! How is this possible? How could he discover this?" Mo Guzhou roared.

But at this time, he did not dare to neglect. He had to avoid the Tanzhong point first. Only in this way could he save his life.

But he unexpectedly discovered that the opponent's long sword was too tricky. No matter how he dodge, it was always difficult to dodge the sword.

"How could this happen? How could this happen?" Mo Guzhou was completely panicked.

The opponent's sword seems ordinary, but it has an indescribable charm, as if it is made from nature, it is difficult to break, and the only way is to resist it.
To be continued...