Chapter 13 Sword Saint's Damage Sword Out

In the plain bordering the State of Chu and the Qingtianshen Sect, at this time, the armies and practitioners of the southern countries were stunned to look at the bodies falling from the sky and the blood sprinkled all over the sky, while the Qingtianshen Sect was full of joy and unconcealed happiness.

"How could it be like this?" Hua Sheng looked at the falling corpse with an unbelievable expression.

And other apocalyptic practitioners and ordinary practitioners in the southern countries can't believe the facts in front of them.

On the other hand, the apocalyptic practitioners of the Qingtianism and the practitioners under the apocalypse all looked at the practitioners of the southern countries indifferently. They didn't take the body seriously at all.

A Qingtian Sect apocalypse who stood in the front looked indifferently at the iron sword in the hands of Huasheng and others, although it was broken and dripping with blood for a short time.

"Painting saint, Dao saint, what will you do to you if you surrender now?" The apocalypse strong man said indifferently, and his tone was as cold as the Arctic snowy mountains.

"Haha, it won't happen. You're joking!" The apocalypse of the Qing Dynasty, Aixinjueluo Emperor Taiji, said.

"This rebellion in the southern countries was completely planned by your Qingtian God Sect. We must not make such a decision," Dao Sheng said.

The painting saint looked at the sword saint, who had turned into a corpse on the ground, with an angry face and looked at the apocalyptic strong man of the Qingtian god religion and then laughed.

"The holy bodies of the southern countries are connected by blood. You killed the sword saint and you think it really ends like this. The Qingtian God Religion has ruled the southern territory for 900 years or more, and in these 900 years, you have enslaved the southern countries and civilians like dogs. Your superior appearance will no longer make us stand it. You dominate the southern territory with that faith. The painting saint roared at the apocalypse strongman like crazy, and the voice spread all over the battlefield, whether in the sky or on the ground.

The apocalyptic strong man of the Green God Sect looked at the crazy Huasheng's face and said, "Painting Sheng, do you want to die?"

"The big man who has inherited for 400 years was destroyed by your Qingtian God Religion because of one sentence. What despicable means did you use during the chaos of the Central Plains War, but the Hundred Sects of the Central Plains worked for you. The Buddhist Holy Religions seem to have not said a word yet.

The apocalypse strong man's face changed greatly and then stabbed out with a sword. Hua Shengben was injured with a sword in the south and the battle not long ago. Now he can only watch the light of the sword attack.

In addition, as soon as the apocalyptic practitioners of the southern countries were ready to save the painting saint, they were stopped by the apocalyptic practitioners of the Qingtian god religion.

Looking at the sword light painting saint who attacked him has no fear of death at all, but a kind of calmness.

Suddenly, a beam of light in the north was so fast that people didn't have time to see it clearly. It collided with the sword light that attacked the painting saint and then turned into a light spot in the sky and gradually dissipated in the air. Space cracks also appeared in the place where the two beams collided, and the surrounding heaven and earth became extremely violent because of the collision of the beam.

Then I saw a monk who suddenly appeared in front of the apocalypse of the Qingtian god religion. The monk directly attacked the apocalypse monk of the Qingtian god religion with a sword. The apocalypse monk of the Qingtian god religion resisted the blow with his sword and retreated.

"Mo Shan, I didn't expect you to be alive." The apocalyptic monk of the Qingtianism looked at the person who attacked him and said blankly, but the apocalypse became more and more powerful at the beginning.

"I believe you are alive. Why can't I live? If you kill my brother, then you will leave your life behind," Mo Shan said with a murderous face.

Boom,

Suddenly, both the practitioners of the southern countries and the practitioners of the Qingtian Spirit are extremely shocked at this moment. Whether they are Mo Shan or crazy, they are all figures standing at the peak of the fifth apocalypse and are all peerless geniuses 400 years ago.

"Well, don't say your brother, you're going to die here too," said Xinchi.

"Then let's see if you have that ability," Mo Shan said.

Huasheng looked at Mo Shan's back and remembered the legend about the Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion was established and any holy place for practitioners in the southern countries were early, and among the southern countries, the Sword Pavilion is the most powerful and powerful holy place for practice. In addition to the background of the Sword Pavilion, it is because the Sword Pavilion has a peerless genius like Swordsman Mo Tao. Mo Shan, the genius who truly founded the Sword Pavilion and made the Sword Pavilion glorious.

And the geniuses in the same period as Mo Shan are only the believers of the Qingtian God Religion. The two can be said to be strong people who have entered the apocalypse all the way from the innate realm.

And what really surprised Huasheng and others is that the two are still in the world. The life expectancy of the strong apocalypse is only 200 years at most. If you believe in it, it's okay to say that after all, it is not a problem for people to live for hundreds of years. The main reason is that since Mo Shan will be reborn, no matter how strong the foundation of the sword pavilion is, it is only inheriting for 600 years.

At this time, a woman suddenly appeared beside the body of the sword saint. Neither the painter, the other apocalypse practitioners or the soldiers on the battlefield did not find out how the woman appeared.

The woman held the body of the sword saint incomparately silently and then turned her head to look at the idiot in the sky. The idiot was stared at by the woman's eyes as if she were stared at by something horrible.

And Mo Shan also looked at the woman holding her brother's body, who was extremely vigilant because Mo Shan felt great horror.

Then the woman disappeared on the plain with the body of the sword Saint Mo Tao in her arms.

And whether it is Mo Shan or the apocalyptic strongman on the battlefield, they are extremely shocked to look at the bodies of the disappeared woman and the sword saint Mo Tao,

Countless practitioners on the "Sixth Realm" battlefield thought in their hearts.

And Mo Shan hasn't cared about his brother's body at all since his appearance. Mo Shan only cares about the credent and the woman just now.

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"It has appeared, the sword saint's sword is crazy," the teacher said at the small stall in the capital of Wei.

"Teacher, where are we going at the next stop?" Zizi said while eating a bowl of tofu.

At this time, there are only Zizi and the teacher on the stall, and Lu Xiaoxiao doesn't know where he went, and the carriage pulled by the big buffalo is not here at this moment.

"Where do you want to go?" The teacher looked at the disciple who was a foodie like himself and said with a smile.

"Teacher, you know where there is delicious food, so I listen to you." Today's son is obviously not the wild child at the beginning, revealing a scholar's temperament all over his body.

"Go to the Qing Dynasty" the teacher said with a smile,

After listening to this, Zizi nodded and continued to destroy the tofu in his bowl.

And the teacher looked at the West and didn't know what he was thinking.

Lu Xiaoxiao walked on the pipeline with the big buffalo outside the capital of the State of Wei. At this time, a person on the road blocked Lu Xiaoxiao's way.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the man who blocked his way with a smile on his face and there was nothing strange.

The "Big Brother" said

"Second Brother" Lu Xiaoxiao's answer

Mr. Tuo Man appeared in the south.