Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 91: I'll chop off your head and kick it like a ball
"Jiang Yu, I admit that you surprised me, but that's the end of it. You pissed me off, you can go die now!"
Jun Hou screamed madly, and a sword energy that seemed to tear the sky apart rose up from the lotus seat.
In an instant, the sword energy condensed into a pure white ancient sword and smashed down.
Before the sword arrived, a hurricane came rushing in, making it impossible to breathe, and it was almost like a vacuum zone was formed.
This sword was used with all the strength of the Lord without reservation.
He even used the core sword technique.
White Emperor Sword!
On the other side, Wang Chen remained expressionless as he faced the hurricane.
The true energy suddenly rolled back, and blue and gold light shot up into the sky.
The heavy sword hummed, and where the tip of the sword pointed, a golden light flashed. The sharp and dazzling sword energy suddenly took shape and turned into an ancient long sword. Its momentum was no less than that of the White Emperor Sword, and it came forward with a bang!
Borrowing the power of heaven and earth, the eternal imperial sword!
At this moment, the core martial arts and inherited martial arts of the Qiankun Sword Sect collided with each other without reservation.
boom!
A horrific explosion occurred.
The entire square cracked and then sank in an instant. Countless blue stones floated in the sky and turned into powder in the sword energy.
The two terrifying sword energies only remained in a stalemate for a moment in the air before one of them was destroyed like a dead tree or rotten wood.
In Junhou's eyes, he saw a dazzling golden light rolling towards him with vigorous force.
"How is this possible!"
He shouted with his eyes full of golden light.
The next moment, he was submerged in the golden light.
Seeing this golden light, Qingshuang was stunned, with a complicated expression.
"So this is the ancient immortal sword intent in the wordless jade disk. According to the legend, it is this golden color. No wonder he treated me like that and didn't tell me. This sword intent is beyond imagination."
The figure standing in the air blocked his way as if nothing had happened, so he was not disturbed by the sword energy at all.
"He is protecting me?" This thought suddenly popped up in Qingshuang's mind and she was stunned for a moment.
"It should not have been discovered."
Wang Chen's eyes slanted slightly, and he looked back guiltily: With my back facing her, she shouldn't be able to see that I just activated my True Immortal bloodline in an instant.
The opponent was too strong. If he didn't use the True Immortal Bloodline, he wouldn't be able to gain an overwhelming advantage.
Whoosh. He took a step into the air and appeared in front of Jun Hou.
"You...what kind of sword technique is this? The Ancient Emperor Sword...can't be so powerful."
The wounded Jun Hou fell to the ground, his face pale and with countless fatal wounds. The terrifying sword energy took away at least 30% of his flesh and bones.
Looking at Wang Chen who was walking towards him, he murmured unwillingly, gasping for breath, and finally stared at Wang Chen until he died.
A great hero of the Qiankun Sword Sect fell in this way.
This is naturally not an ordinary Qiankun Sword Technique. After the fusion, it has surpassed the inheritance of the Qiankun Sword Sect.
"What level does it mean to surpass the inheritance?" Wang Chen was suddenly stunned.
But this brief moment of daze did not affect his ability to pull the storage ring off Jun Hou's finger.
After the Qiankun Sword Sect's inheritance was integrated with the Six Paths Sword, although its power was greatly increased, no sword techniques or moves were left behind, which was very detrimental to hiding one's identity and practicing in the future.
Therefore, he urgently needed the sword techniques in the storage ring.
Looking at Jun Hou's lifeless eyes, Wang Chen murmured, "It's no wonder you're unwilling. If you hadn't used the Qiankun Sword Technique, with your cultivation, you might still be able to fight."
"But now, I am the highest inheritor of Qiankun Sword Art. With just one glance, I can see that your whole body is full of flaws. Your death is not unjust."
Behind him, Qingshuang's true power recovered quickly and he slowly walked over.
After the caster of the Soul-Locking Needle dies, the binding force will naturally disappear.
"He's dead?"
Looking at Jun Hou's unwilling and blood-stained face, it was extremely terrifying. Qingshuang's voice trembled slightly.
It’s not that she has never killed anyone, and it’s not that she has never seen a dead person.
However, it was hard for her to imagine that the man who was so high-spirited and the idol in front of all the disciples in broad daylight, the strongest fighter of the younger generation, was lying in a pool of blood, without any breath.
"Obviously dead."
Wang Chen looked back at Qingshuang and thought that if someone looked still alive, he could only be a zombie.
"Senior Sister, I remember you once said that he was the one who trapped me in the inheritance space?"
"Yes." Qingshuang looked at Wang Chen and suddenly felt that Jiang Yu in front of her was so strange. At first, she thought that this person was trying to attract her attention and had the intention of admiring and pleasing her.
Only now did he realize that he didn't have to do that.
"You want to trap a disciple to death in the inheritance space, is it so easy to do it?"
Wang Chen frowned in disbelief.
“It’s not an easy thing, of course.”
Qingshuang returned to her original cold appearance.
"Your Excellency used the evil technique Soul Locking Needle to trap you. This technique is mostly used to seal the opponent's cultivation, but it can also confine a person in a specific space under certain conditions."
"What do you mean by certain conditions?" Wang Chen asked.
"We must know the direction of your escape symbol and lock it in advance. For a formation master, as long as he has seen your escape symbol in advance, it is not difficult to calculate the spatial position of your movement."
Qingshuang was stunned. He vaguely understood what Wang Chen wanted to do.
"You can report this matter to the headmaster and have a thorough investigation of the matter. With me as a witness, not only will you not be punished for the death of the Lord, but all those who participated in your murder can also be held accountable." Qingshuang did not answer but advised.
After looking at Qingshuang's clear eyes for a moment, Wang Chen suddenly sneered and said, "After so many years in Qiankun Sword Sect, you may not have experienced the strict hierarchy and cruelty of power struggles in Qiankun Sword Sect, but I have experienced all of these things in just a few days."
"If I really did what you said, between pretending to obey and secretly disobeying, countless rules and countless schemes would instantly tie me up and send me to the guillotine. Do you believe it?"
"Well, you won't understand even if I tell you. If you don't tell me, I can check it myself. But please don't let the news of Jun Hou's death spread too early."
After saying that, Wang Chen jumped onto the flying sword.
"Pan Hua, the elder of the Internal Affairs Sect, is responsible for the customization and distribution of the escape talismans."
Qingshuang suddenly looked up and said.
"Thank you."
As soon as the voice fell, a green sword light flew away.
Qingshuang stood there blankly for a while, looking at Junhou's body.
choke!
The sky-blue sword was unsheathed, dust and smoke flew up, and suddenly a deep pit appeared on the ground.
The body of the Lord sank into the water like this.
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Neishimen is located in an attic with an elegant shape.
Pan Hua, wearing a bright red silk gown, was lying on a big chair, squinting his eyes, thinking about something.
Only the two slightly trembling mustaches showed that he was in a good mood at the moment.
Just now he also went to congratulate Jun Mo of Lingtian Sword Vein on becoming his personal disciple.
The sword vein master Liao Tianyuan secretly stuffed two storage rings in as a generous gift. After he used his spiritual sense to investigate, he couldn't help but sigh at Liao Tianyuan's generosity.
This small favor is worth it.
Pan Hua was feeling happy when he saw the door of the outer hall suddenly open and a man walked in.
He was dressed in casual clothes and carried a heavy black iron sword on his back.
"Who?" Pan Hua's smug look slowly faded away.
The visitor did not answer, but just stared at Pan Hua, which made Pan Hua extremely uncomfortable.
"Jiang Yu?"
After frowning for a while, Pan Hua finally remembered that there was such a disciple who inherited the legacy.
"What are you doing here so late?" His face instantly changed into a condescending look.
"I'm here to make a deal with Elder Pan."
Wang Chen's voice was cold and indifferent.
What deal? Pan Hua asked subconsciously.
"See if Elder Pan has enough money to buy his dog's head. Otherwise, I'll chop off your head and kick it like a ball."
