"The ancient sword rhyme of killing and slashing is collected!"

A splendid light flashed in Ye Qing's eyes, and his aura was trembling. In the ancient sword formation, the dazzling golden sword was transformed by the rhyme of the Killing Sword.

Now, the light of the golden sword is dim, and most of the ancient sword rhyme contained in it has been absorbed by Ye Qing.

"Buzz!"

The terrifying sword energy came and stirred for three thousand miles. The sword rhyme enveloped the world. The sword trembled, and the formation that blessed the sword gaze began to shake.

"How evil is this guy?"

Ling Ruoshui's heart trembled wildly, his eyes were shocked, as if he was in a storm, and he could overturn at any time.

Ye Qing only absorbed the ancient sword rhyme, but the storm caused directly forced Ling Ruoshui out of the sword formation.

Ling Ruoshui knew that it was not Ye Qing who did it deliberately.

After quitting the ancient sword formation, she did not leave, but looked at Ye Qing deeply with complex eyes.

"Today I will hold a saints conference in Shangqing Temple. However, with his talent, is it really necessary to participate in the saints conference?" Ling Ruoshui said in his heart.

This morning, she reminded Ye Qing that the Saints Conference was about to begin.

Ye Qing is a new saint, and it will be beneficial to him if he can compete with other saints.

But Ye Qing ignored it.

At that time, Ling Ruoshui felt that although Ye Qing was very talented, she was too proud.

Now that I want to come, is that pride?
Chapter completed!