Supreme Emperor of Swords

A great crash.

The bloody silk thread once again broke the defense of the golden sword light. It was like a giant net twisting and Tang Folei’s reassembled body was cut into palm-sized pieces again and fell from the sky.

But obviously, that was another incarnation.

Even if the body was cut into millions upon millions of pieces, not one drop of blood fell. It wasn’t known what materials the bodies were composed of; strangely, it was like a real body.

“Haha. Martial Uncle Qi, I’ve almost found out the secret of your sword skill!”

Tang Folei’s voice of arrogance and coldness came back again, and it was erratic in the void.

Qi Qingshan shouted coldly; the blood light all over the sky, like a whale sucking water, turned back and fell into the long sword with liquor. The blood light turned out to be the sword light in the old monster’s hand that was stirring up after being cut at a high speed.

The sword light was controlled at will like the silk thread, mysteriously changing for no reason. It could be taken back after it was sent out so that it was simply like immortal’s magic arts. Qi Qingshan’s attainments in sword skills had developed to an unbelievable degree.

In the face of Qi Qingshan’s violent killing intent, Tang Folei, the head of the Sky-sword Peak was completely on the defensive side. With two moves, Qi Qingshan killed Tang Folei’s two incarnations so that Tang Folei’s loss was heavier.

However, even if he was at an absolute disadvantage, he still did not retreat.

Because—

“Whew!”

A fierce cold light burst suddenly less than ten meters away from Qi Qingshan and like lightning, it pierced Qi Qingshan and blew into pieces. Qi Qingshan’s body was blown out.

However, what the cold light had pierced was just Qi Qingshan’s shadow.

Almost at the same time, Qi Qingshan’s real body came to the place where the cold light had suddenly appeared. He stabbed and a sad cry came out from the sky, with drops of blood spilling in the vast sky. A figure that was almost transparent flew out rapidly.

Qi Qingshan did not give chase.

At the same time, a giant Qi palm print came down from the sky like a divine being’s claw and rolled over the place where Ding Hao from the Sword-hidden Peak had been standing.

“You’re courting death!”

The blood sword shook, and the red light all over the sky came out again, instantly swallowing the Qi palm print.

“Hahahaha, so many people want to kill him, can you still protect him? Hahaha, Qi Qingshan, the old monster, today I’ll kill your apprentice before you so that you can feel the pain of that year!”

A cold voice suddenly rang in the void.

Over the Sword-hidden Peak, a mysterious powerhouse appeared.

Nervous! Nervous! Nervous!

Suspense! Suspense! Suspense!

With his own strength, could Qi Qingshan protect Ding Hao to go through the misfortune of the heaven-and-man barrier?

Who on earth was that man? Why was he so arrogant that he wanted to boldly kill Ding Hao who was passing a tribulation to fight against the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?

When Qi Qingshan had gotten entangled, the whooshing sword light fell in the Sword-hidden Peak and turned into killers in black. They surrounded the teenager and tried to kill him. The teenager was sitting quietly and meditating under a peach tree like an old monk.

Wang Juefeng held a giant magic sword backhand and met him head-on with killing intent in his eyes.

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In the Divine Python Pond in the south Snow Province.

The pond was green like a huge green emerald inlaid between mountains.

The divine python pond was a well-known place within one hundred miles, because in the bottomless pond, a group of flood dragons and a big demon were dwelling. Over the past hundred years, they had multiplied to a large number. Being powerful, they dominated the area. They had plundered and destroyed the surrounding living beings and human tribes; nobody dared to offend them.

It was in the afternoon.

Under the warm sunshine, the green water in the pond had a layer of white chill-like dream. It was like a cold winter in terms of the surrounding temperature and everything was quiet and heart-wrenching.

Just then, there was a sound of rushing water from the pond.

An exceedingly beautiful girl in a red soft armor was sitting on a white jade stone leisurely. She placed her feet, which were whiter and brighter than jade stone, in the deep and green pond. She swayed her feet lightly, stirring up a string of waves.

The girl was too beautiful to be real.

Her skin was as white as jade without any flaws. It was delicate and tender. She had jade bones and ice skin. She was as clear as ice and jade, whiter than frost and snow. She had a romantic charm like limpid autumn water and bones like jade, as if she were a fairy from the Jade Pool who had landed on earth. She also seemed to be a legendary mountain ghost with wisdom. Her long black hair was like an ink-cloud. With clear, pure eyes and shallow smile, she seemed to be a character from a painting, unable to exist in the human world.

In such a dangerous place, she was washing her feet leisurely. The girl seemed not to realize the dangers in the real world.

She gently sang some unknown song; her voice was sweet and crisp like a jade bead rolling down on a jade plate. She gently unfastened the buckle of the red soft armor, took off the shirt below, revealing the jade-like beautiful body.

Her skin like the sheep’s white jade bedazzled people. In the quiet mountains, everything around the entire pond had lost its color.

Tick.

A wisp of red blood fell into the pond along the girl’s arm.

When she took off her red armor, a shocking wound on the girl’s back could be seen clearly, and it was bone deep. The flesh was turned outwards. The wound looked shocking. The blood was like a spring, flowing from the wound. Instantly the blood stained half an arm.

What was even stranger was that on the wound, a cloud of green and faint mist was curling upwards, which was extremely corrosive. It almost completely dyed the girl’s entire smooth and white back into green.

That was definitely a very serious wound.

But the girl did not seem to be aware of it and allowed the blood to flow. The green mist was spread. The girl stared quietly at the calm pond, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly…

“Boom!”

A thick water column rose up in the sky. In the water column, a figure flashed. With a pleasing crisp laughter, a little delicate girl jumped gently tens of meters and approached the girl. She opened her mouth and sneezed.

“Did you confirm that they were all dead?” The girl in red asked with a smile.

“Heehee. A total of 61 pythons with wisdom died. Heehee. Older sister, you are so cruel. Be careful or you won’t get married.” The little girl with sheep-horn-shaped braids was only two or three years old. With a pink face, she was chubby and cute. What she said showed that she was a little precocious.

Before she finished her words…

The whistling sound was heard. The originally calm pond suddenly boiled, then the green pond began to turn red, and with a crash, a three-meter-in-diameter python suddenly burst out, then fell heavily in the water.

When looking at it closely, that huge monster at least three hundred meters long was completely dead. In the seven-inch part in its abdomen, there was a large blood hole, which had taken away all its vitality.