C464 Xuan-yuan sword might

After fighting with a young man who was so much weaker than himself for such a long time, even his sword had been broken, which was the biggest disgrace to Fan Nuoyi since he started his cultivation. If he still could not take Ye Qian, then no matter if it was his Mount Kunlun or the chasm in his heart, Fan Nuoyi would not be able to pass it. Therefore, Fan Nuoyi did not care about anything else at this time, and directly used his own deathblow.

The terrifying Sword Qi danced in the air along with Fan Nuoyi's murderous intent. Ye Qian's body was strong, but he still felt a powerful pressure surging towards him.

"You're serious? Alright, then I'll play with you!" Ye Qian snorted.

The forbidden sky was instantly covered by tens of thousands of Sword Qi, and Ye Qian's entire body was within the attack range of the sharp Sword Qi.

"Primordius Limitless, the Tao technique is natural!"

Ye Qian growled, following that, Ye Qian's entire body lit up with a sparkling and translucent light, making him look like a jade. On the peak of the entire Sky City, all of the spirit energy was immediately devoured. That feeling was extremely terrifying.

Fan Nuoyi's Thousand Swords Like Tide was a powerful offensive technique, but Ye Qian's defensive technique was of course like an iron wall.

The two of them, one standing in midair and the other standing on the ground, continued to confront each other.

"Kill …"

Following the outburst of Fan Nuoyi who was in the air, tens of thousands of swords shot out, the sword light moved, and suddenly shot towards Ye Qian who was on the ground.

If this terrifying sword light were to land on an ordinary person, it would instantly turn to dust.

Trees withered, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed. A huge force, like mercury leaking from the ground, started to mercilessly attack Ye Qian. On the other hand, Ye Qian did not move an inch. The densely packed sword light continued to attack the glowing Strong Qi around Ye Qian's body, causing Ye Qian to retreat slowly.

In the sky, Fan Nuoyi sneered as he looked at Ye Qian, "You're pretty good at resisting. Poverty-stricken People, let's see how long you can persevere for."

As he spoke, Fan Nuoyi muttered something to himself, and the moonlight around him became more abundant. He scolded, "Arcane Fire, Thunder!"

Immediately after, a ray of flame shot out from Fan Nuoyi's mouth.

The flames rose up, surrounding Ye Qian completely. The sharp sword light, however, did not stop either, as it continued to surge about crazily.

Ye Qian only felt his entire body heating up, he snorted, and said: "Damn, this guy is really a difficult character, it's so tiring!"

"The Eight Winds will not move, Vajra will glare!"

Ye Qian berated once again as he spoke. Behind him, a ray of golden light started to blossom.

It was just that for a moment, Fan Nuoyi was in a daze, and started to hesitate. The gigantic golden swastika word spread out in Ye Qian's hands, became bigger and bigger, kept spinning, and completely blocked out Fan Nuoyi's attack in an instant.

After a cold hiss, Fan Nuoyi was stumped: "Who is this brat? Isn't he an immortal cultivator? How can he use the great buddhist abilities? He's simply a ghost …"

No matter how he looked at it, the golden word "Blazing Vajra" was a buddhist divine ability. For a young man who was only eighteen years old to be able to master the power of the two buddhist sects was already a very strange thing.

Of course, this was not strange at all to Ye Qian. Although Ye Qian mainly trained in the Mixed Origins One Breath Song and was a cultivator with unparalleled dao skills, Ye Qian had dabbled in many of the Cultivation Methods in the Immortal World. He was not just a monk. Ye Qian would study all effective attacks thoroughly.

It was precisely this kind of vision and terrifying battle experience that was able to support Ye Qian's Peak Of Human Origin state against a person in the middle stages of the Earth Origin Stage for a long time without being at a disadvantage.

Seeing Fan Nuoyi hesitate, Ye Qian laughed coldly, and berated him again: "Sky Fury, Great Heavenly Demon Hand!"

A twisted smiling face appeared in the fiercely dark sky, following that, a black palm descended from the sky and struck towards Fan Nuoyi who was in the air.

Fan Nuoyi was frightened, he immediately dodged: "Not good!"

Although he ran quickly, Fan Nuoyi was still intimidated by the remnant might of the Great Heavenly Demon. He spat out a mouthful of blood. His entire person squatted on the ground in a sorry state, and watched as the peak of the Sky City was firmly pressed down by a palm imprint. Fan Nuoyi's heart was filled with terror.

"Three Buddhist demonic cultivators, he is actually a three Buddhist demonic cultivator, how, how is this possible?"

Just when Fan Nuoyi was feeling that he had been severely injured, he actually wasn't that much better off.

To fight against a Worldly Immortal Stage cultivator like Fan Nuoyi, he relied on his abundant spiritual energy. Now that Ye Qian had unleashed two moves of the sacred art of the Buddha and the Great Heavenly Demon, the spirit energy in his body was completely used up. Even after cultivating Nine Revolutions God Devil, a few marks of sword light appeared on his abnormally terrifying body, and blood slowly flowed down from his shoulders and stomach.

But compared to Fan Nuoyi, Ye Qian was still better off, since he could still stand.

With a cold glint in his eyes, Ye Qian smiled and walked step by step to Fan Nuoyi's side: "How about this sudden Daoist warrior? Do you still want me as your disciple?"

Fan Nuoyi tried to get up, but to no avail.

looked at Ye Qian and spat: Pui, shameless evil demon, Poverty-stricken People is anxious to kill you right now, you are a demon that isn't fit to enter my Kunlun gate wall!

"Kill me?" Ye Qian laughed disdainfully: "You ignorant fool!"

After saying that, Ye Qian fiercely glared at Fan Nuoyi who was lying on the ground, but didn't kill him. Instead, he turned around and walked toward his own villa.

As they walked, Ye Qian said scornfully, "The disciples of Hollow Jade Temple are only so-so!"

Even though Ye Qian's voice wasn't loud, each and every word clearly fell into Fan Nuoyi's ears. When Fan Nuoyi heard that his own sect had been humiliated, he became even more furious.

Fan Nuoyi had originally thought that if he could not get revenge from Ye Qian, he might as well return to the mountain and report this matter to the Master. However, Ye Qian's anger made Fan Nuoyi's heart fill with killing intent once again.

Fan Nuoyi suppressed his injuries and slowly took out something from his chest.

It was very small, only as thick as a finger, but it looked very simple and delicate.

Fan Nuoyi waved his hand, throwing the thing into the air, and shouted: "Primordius Nine Section Whip, go!"

Ye Qian was startled, but quickly stopped in his tracks.

Raising his head to look, Ye Qian was dumbfounded. A nine-section whip that was releasing a golden light in the sky suddenly rushed towards him, Ye Qian's eyes were extremely vicious, with a single glance, he could see that it was a Spiritual Treasure flying in the sky.

To cultivators, Spiritual Treasure was a necessity! Although this thing could not be compared with the Mount Kunlun's most valuable treasures, the God Slaying Whip and Kongtong Seal, its power was still not small.

Seeing that the monster was releasing rays of light and rushing towards him, Ye Qian dodged quickly and put up a defensive posture.

Fan Nuoyi struggled to hold on on from the other side as he stood up and said, "Hmph, demon, Poverty-stricken People wants to see if you'll die this time?"

The Primordius Nine Section Whip was a treasure created by the Mount Kunlun Immortal elder a thousand years ago. It possessed a powerful killing power and was said to have once killed a seventh stage Lightning Tribulation Immortal. It was also the life saving treasure for Fan Nuoyi. However, this was the first time Fan Nuoyi took out this artifact in so many years.

However, Ye Qian was not an idiot, seeing that the Mortal Realm had consumed all of the Spirit Qi in his body, Ye Qian naturally did not dare to take it head-on. Therefore, it was an unavoidable for Ye Qian. With a wave of his hand, an ancient longsword immediately appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Fan Nuoyi cried out in shock, "Not good, Xuan-yuan Sword!"

Xuan-yuan Sword, one of the top ten ancient godly weapons, the Yellow Emperor was a terrifying existence that could kill the Devil God, Chi You, right under his horse. Once this sword was unleashed, it would be far more awesome than a Mortal Realm's magical equipment. Fan Nuoyi suddenly felt a burst of panic.

At the moment, Fan Nuoyi only hoped that the Xuan-yuan Sword had yet to recognize its master, if not, once the power of the Xuan-yuan Sword was released, it could behead immortals and kill gods.

However, Fan Nuoyi's calculations were wrong, the ancient era people knew that the Xuan-yuan Sword's raw materials, which was the Xuan-yuan Sword's soul, was provided by the First Immortal of the Nine Realms, and it was refined using the Old Lord's pill furnace. It could be said that the Xuan-yuan Sword and Ye Qian were old acquaintances.

Thailand Emperor's Sword's main battle, its power was boundless.

Although the Primeval Nine Stage Whip was powerful, it was definitely not a match for the Xuan-yuan Sword.

The moment Ye Qian revealed his Thailand Emperor's Sword, the Transmutation Nine Stage Whip in the sky began to tremble inexplicably. It was a formless fear.

However, since the magic tool had made its move, it would be even more difficult to retreat.

Ye Qian held his sword horizontally, his sword slashing towards the Primordius Nine Stage Whip. There was no magnificent move, no magnificent light. It was just an ordinary chop. The Primordius nine-section whip instantly cracked and turned into a pile of scrap metal on the ground.

The light that had been wrapped around the Primordius nine-section whip immediately vanished.

Seeing that, Fan Nuoyi's heart turned cold, and fear of death enveloped his heart.

After Ye Qian struck the Primeval Nine Stage Whip, his entire body's aura started to expand. It was not the aura of a cultivator at all, but the aura of the Devil God, the aura of slaughter.

Step by step, Ye Qian walked towards Fan Nuoyi.

Fan Nuoyi, who was gravely injured, did not have any strength to resist, and could only retreat continuously: "You, what are you trying to do, Poverty-stricken People, Poverty-stricken People is the third generation Sect Leader Zhenren …"

Without waiting for Fan Nuoyi to finish speaking, Ye Qian had already stood in front of him. Sneering coldly, he waved his sword.

Fan Nuoyi immediately blocked with his luck.

Although Ye Qian's strength was terrifying, the strength of the Xuan-yuan Sword was even more so.

With that sword strike, if Fan Nuoyi was not injured, he could probably give it a try, but the current Fan Nuoyi was simply unable to block it, and after taking a breather, he once again looked at the peak of the Sky City, and a bloody light shrouded it.

There were no miserable cries as Fan Nuoyi's body was sliced into two and fell into a pool of blood.

Ye Qian coldly snorted, not a shred of emotion in his voice. "Originally, you had the chance to live, but you gave up.