In a blink of an eye, the center of the chessboard that was open and closed fell, like a large net falling. On the grid, the chess pieces blew up the rays of light and turned into wisps of powerful sword intent burst out, with sharp and changeable attacks, and they all rushed towards the Feather Saint.

"Don't think about it!"

The Feather Saint stirred up the surging holy light, but there was no way to resist it.

"Che..."

A sword intent blasted a bloody mouth on his abdomen, followed by blood marks on his arms and legs, and the holy blood was pouring. The lower saint had already been covered in bruises less than ten breaths after entering the Qiankun Realm. The chess and sword practices were the ultimate rule, and it was obvious that the Yu Sheng did not understand this well.

"Bu family puppy, I will take your life!"

The eyes of the Feather Saint burst out from the Holy Ruins, and the flames soared into the sky, trying to break through the clamp of the Qiankun Realm. A bright war spear "brush" flew out of his sleeve, stabbing hard at the dome of the Qiankun Realm, with a momentum like a flying fish hitting the sky.

However, when I flipped my palm gently, the Qiankun Realm was suddenly reversed, the heaven and earth exchanged, and the yin and yang were intertwined. The bright warriors blew into the earth, and a loud banged a shock wave. The people watching the battle and the soldiers on both sides couldn't help but retreat one after another, and the dust was everywhere. After all, it was a blow from the saint, which could burn mountains and boil the sea. Even in the Qiankun Realm, it was quite terrifying.

I looked coldly, and suddenly raised the Immortal Bone Sword Sword, and the artistic conception of transcendent sword art evolved. Golden lines were drawn by the sword blade, spreading across the air, quickly drawing Su Yan's appearance. Everyone was shocked. Many people looked at Li Qingyin together. Li Qingyin was like the fairy face, and he looked at me very calmly, but there was a little confusion in his beautiful eyes.

The weight on the tip of the sword is getting heavier and heavier. The artistic power of the Golden Ge Painting Immortal is carried in the Immortal Bone Sword. I shouted softly and waved the long sword directly, and immediately smashed the entire Golden Ge Painting Immortal to the Feather Saint in the Qiankun Realm. He is now trapped by the Qiankun Realm and cannot get rid of it. The Golden Ge Painting Immortal will have to be eaten no matter what.

"furious!"

The Yu Sheng roared, and the sword in his hand pointed his fingers continuously, bursting out a series of waves of vigorous aura, which was extremely hot, but these waves penetrated the entire scroll of the Golden Ge Painting Immortal. The artistic conception of the painting immortal was still blasted down with a majestic and powerful aura. Suddenly, the Yu Sheng's knees softened and he had already kneeled down. His arms shattered inch by the Golden Ge Painting Immortal's bombardment. The war in his hand also fell to the ground, and his scars were no longer added.

"Grandfather!" Zhang Fushui shouted.

"Honor!"

The group of people from the Feather Clan were extremely shocked. The Feather Saint was an invincible symbol in their minds, but today they were defeated in front of them, and they were defeated by the younger generation of monks. This shame was simply a catastrophe for the Feather Clan. Zhang Juyun was already dead. Now that another Feather Saint is another Feather Saint, what is the foundation of the Feather Clan?

Murong Jia's eyes were cold and she did not take action. Yu Sheng's defeat and dying seemed to be a very ordinary trivial thing to her.

...

“Ahhhhh~~~~”

The Feather Saint's arms turned into ashes, and the skin around his legs and the holy blood were all shattered by the sword intent of the Jinge Huaxian. There was a lot of sharpness in his eyes and he roared: "If you don't die, how can my Feather Clan stand in the world in the future?"

"Swish--"

Widths of the Holy Ruins fire oozed out from the top of his head, trembling with a whole holy ruler.

"Be careful, he wants to explode some holy ruins in the valley!" My cousin shouted loudly.

Lin Muzhao and Li Qingyin flew over almost at the same time, with white clothes as snow, long skirt fluttering, stepping on clouds and chaotic aura, like two peerless fairies who are in the mortal world.

"Don't come over!"

A mass of holy energy wrapped around the Qiankun Realm from the periphery. What a feather holy man who wanted to trap me in the Qiankun Realm and explode the Holy Ruins and die together? It was really a good plan.

"kill!"

Killing intention was completely let go, holding the Immortal Bone Sword in my hand, my body suddenly soared into the air. The sword blade turned into thousands of sword intents and swept across it, causing the skulls of the Feather Saint to burst. At the same time, the true dragon symbol formed into a sacred magic seal and blasted out at his spiritual ruins. Suddenly, a true dragon circled out of his arm and let out a violent sound and slammed heavily on the Feather Saint's head.

True Dragon Fist Seal!

"Peng~~~"

The whole earth shook, the body of the Feather Saint was bombarded into the surface, and the entire head was blown away. The holy blood splattered wildly. The half-lit Holy Ruins were shattered by a blow to the ground. The Holy Ruins turned into countless stars and soared into the sky. It was the crystallization of the feather Saint's life's cultivation, but at this time it was about to return to dust and earth.

"thump."

The body of the feather holy fell straight down. Although the holy ruins were destroyed, they left behind a glorious and star-shaped energy body. It is the legendary source of the Holy Ruins, which is equivalent to a part of the cultivation crystals, separate from the holy Ruins. The holy ruler stores the memory, rules and martial arts of the holy ruler, while the holy ruler stores powerful holy power. This thing is a treasure. Once refined, the effect is much stronger than that of ordinary holy stones.

I raised my hand and picked up the source of the Holy Ruins. It was warm and filled with holy energy, and sent it into the world of divine leaves between my eyebrows. This is a good thing, and it is the spoil of this battle!

In the upper realm, the saint is an existence that transcends the body of the mortal body, but there is also a fight between the saints. The reason why they conquer each other is probably just the source of the saint ruins and the saint ruins.

...

"Bu Yixuan!"

Zhang Fushui's face turned pale and said angrily: "You killed my grandfather and still want to take away his source of the Holy Ruins? Immediately... you return the source of the Holy Ruins to the Feather Clan immediately, otherwise... you will bear the consequences!"

An old man behind him also said coldly: "Bu Yixuan, there are two saints here today. Don't even think about being arrogant and return the source of the sacred ruins of the head of the family immediately!"

I raised the blood-stained immortal bone sword and said calmly: "The dignified Feather Saint takes the initiative to challenge me. Now that I have been slaughtered, I still have the nerve to ask for the source of the Holy Ruins? The people of your Feather Tribe are really surprisingly shameless!"

As he said that, the Immortal Bone Sword pointed straight at everyone in front of me, and I said coldly: "Aren't you going to attack my Bu Prince Mansion? Come on, kill one by one, I see who can pass my level!"

"This idiot..." Li Qingyin stamped her feet in anger.

"Junior brother..." Lin Muzhao's beautiful eyes were like water.

My cousin held the Silver Phoenix Battle Ge in his hand and said nothing.

Dan Tai Yao, Tang Queran, Feng Qingyi, Gu Wei and others gritted their silver teeth. This was a life-and-death battle, but no one expected that I would jump out alone and challenge the attacking masters.

It seems that only Fan Qingyan and Shang Zhuyue understood it.

Shang Zhuyue sighed and said, "I didn't expect that... I, Shang Zhuyue, practiced for a lifetime, and was known as invincible by the Empress. I became the youngest generation of sword saints. Now I need such a little guy to protect me..."

Fan Qingyan's beautiful eyes shining: "Suogu and Liping are all titled saints. They will never attack a junior who has not yet ignited the fire of the Holy Ruins. They cannot lose this face. But if we, the sword saints, go to fight, the two titled saints will take action, and we will lose and die. Bu Yixuan seems arrogant, but in fact he is protecting us."

At this moment, deep in the Bu Wang Mansion, a sacred light rose into the sky, reflecting the holy lights on the sky, as if countless rules of the sky were spread out. Then the faint voice of the divine vine tree came: "Wait, I am a demon tree, it's okay, Bu Yixuan will challenge anyone, but if the titled saint takes action, my demon tree will take action."

The sound is not loud, but it is full of threatening.

Li Ping and Suo Gu looked a little pale, especially Suo Gu. Perhaps because of his older relationship, two drops of sweat had slipped off his face, gasping heavily, leaning on his cane, and laughed: "This demon tree... is really rampant, but... how could I attack a semi-saintly junior? This worry is too redundant."

Li Ping hugged his arms and said lightly: "The saints of General Zhenyuan Mansion and Bahuanglou are enough to kill Bu Yixuan. How can I take action? Not every saint is as weak as a feather saint!"

This sentence immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the Yu tribe. Zhang Fushui and a group of clan elders showed an angry expression, but they dared not speak out. After all, once the Yu tribe died, the Yu tribe had no saints. Although Murong Jia was nominally a member of the Yu tribe, as a sword saint, the Yu tribe could retain such a person. Who is Li Ping? He is the master of the entire Bahuanglou North Region and a generation of titled saints. Who dares to say one more thing?

...

"Clam~~"

The sword light was shining everywhere, and a general from General Zhenyuan's mansion came to the air, surging the fire of the Holy Ruins, with the momentum of burning the heaven and earth. The flames were lingering on the sword, and his eyes were cold and looked at me, "Little thing, don't think that killing the Yu Sheng is so great. Although the Yu Sheng ignited the Holy Ruins fire, it was not enough in the Holy Realm!"

He is indeed much stronger than the Feather Saint in his breath, and he practices swordsmanship, as if he is only one step away from entering the level of the Sword Saint.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He said coldly: "Prime General of General Zhenyuan's Mansion, Qu Peng!"

With the opening of the sword path, there was blood surging deep in Qu Peng's bone marrow, and the bones on his back were seriously deformed. This was a sign that he had been possessed by the blood demon. In fact, the other generals from the General Zhenyuan Mansion were all controlled by the blood demon. Otherwise, how could he follow Murong Jia indistinguishable from the black and white to attack the Bu Prince's Mansion?

Jian Feng pointed straight, and Qu Peng said lightly: "Are you ready to die?"

“Never prepared.”
Chapter completed!