The person who spoke was the strongest man in the blood clan, known as the Blood Ancestor, an old monster who had lived for nearly a thousand years. Because of his practice of evil bloodthirsty skills, his body smelled very strong and could be smelled a hundred meters apart, which was disgusting. https://

"Please spare your life, we are really innocent."

"Please be kind to you sir!"

The practitioners around him suddenly said in panic, and some even knelt down directly.

When facing death, people are the most vulnerable in their hearts, not to mention that they have suffered from the torture of the Ghost King and have just escaped from birth, and their psychological defense is even more vulnerable.

However, there are also some practitioners who are not afraid of life and death, looking at the powerful saint clan in the sky with their heads raised and their chests raised, with a cold light flashing in their eyes.

"Everyone stand up, even if you die, you can't lose my face in China!" an old man in a long robe said angrily.

He had a sharp aura as sharp as a sword, and he was obviously a sword cultivator.

However, other practitioners were still indifferent and numb. Now for them, living is more important than dignity.

"Hmph, Chinese cultivators are indeed a bunch of waste!"

Another tall old man with a terrifying beast's power on his body said.

He is another giant of the Holy Clan, Lord Condra, the patriarch of the Dark Wolf Clan.

"They are not worthy of being Chinese." The old man in the long gown said with a glaring look.

"Oh? It's interesting." The Blood Ancestor took a step forward, and his mountainous aura enveloped him, pressing down so that the cultivator below could not even lift his head.

The old man in the long gown was trembling violently, but he still straightened his back without any surrender.

"Now the ancestor gives you a chance to survive. Kneel down and kowtow, and you will spare your life." The Blood ancestor said with a sneer.

"Old man, are you worthy of my Qinghe Sword Immortal kneeling?" The old man, known as Qinglan Sword Immortal, shouted proudly.

"Qinghe Sword Immortal? He is actually Qinghe Sword Immortal?"

When he heard this name, many practitioners around him were shocked.

Chen Qingyang and the others may have heard of the name of Qinghe Sword Immortal. After all, he is a super strong man who has been famous for hundreds of years. It is rumored that he slashed the Yangtze River with one sword and flowed backwards, taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away, creating an invincible myth.

Unfortunately, since that battle, the Qinghe Sword Immortal has been hiding in the rivers and lakes, and there has been no legend about him ever since.

It turned out that his opponent was also an extremely terrifying strong man back then. The two fought for several hours before they decided to win.

Although the Qinghe Sword Immortal finally cut off the opponent's head, he also suffered heavy damage and had to retire for a hundred years to recover his injuries.

Originally, he had already withdrawn from the world and no longer care about the world. He was devoted to cultivating the sword immortal's way. Who would have thought that the evil master came to him in his hidden place and gained his trust, but he used despicable means to seriously injure Qinghe sword immortal again and forcibly capture him to the Ghost King City.

Chen Qingyang also looked at the Qinghe Sword Immortal slightly. On him, Chen Qingyang saw a familiar shadow, that is the sword demon king Canglan.

Wang Canglan's strength may not be as strong as the one in front of him, but they all have a sharp sword force on their bodies, which is the sword force that can only be revealed by obsessed with sword cultivating.

"Sword Immortal?" Xue Zu looked at Qinghe Sword Immortal with disdain and said, "I have heard that the Chinese Sword Immortal can take the enemy's head thousands of miles away with a sword in his hand. Today, the ancestor will give you a chance. If you can catch the ancestor's three moves, what if you let your life go?"

You can hear from your tone that the Blood Ancestor was very confident in his strength and did not take Qinghe Sword Immortal seriously at all.

Qinghe Sword Immortal's pale face, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, became slightly angry, and then jumped up.

"Come on the sword!"

The Qinghe Sword Immortal shouted, and a ray of silver-white light suddenly broke out of the air and wrapped around the Qinghe Sword Immortal.

In the silver light, you can vaguely see a flying sword like a dragon, exuding an amazing sword force.

As soon as the flying sword of Qinghe Sword Immortal came out, the wind around him stopped, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

"Mid-stage stage of the Holy Realm!"

At this moment, Chen Qingyang and the others realized that the strength of Qinghe Sword Immortal had entered the middle stage of the Holy Realm.

If the evil master hadn't attacked behind his back, he would have never been able to capture Qinghe Sword Immortal here.

"Brother Yang, the Qinghe Sword Immortal is seriously injured now, and may not be the opponent of the Blood Ancestor." Mu Ge whispered.

In front of the God of Death, Qinghe Sword Immortal can still show his strong passion. Such a cultivator cannot die here in vain.

"If there is danger, you can save him." Chen Qingyang said.

When it comes to speed of saving people, Chen Qingyang is also ashamed of himself in front of the Mu Song who practices the way of space.

"I understand!" Mu Ge nodded and responded.

"Get out the sword, you only have three moves!" Xue Zu said with his eyes narrowed, his evil spirits soaring into the sky, making people afraid to look up.

Qinghe Sword Immortal's sword pinching technique with his sword pinching, pointing to the sky.

"The wind swept the remaining clouds and moved the mountains and rivers!"

As soon as the sword technique was released, the silver flying sword shaking violently, and suddenly turned into a dazzling silver light that cut through the void, emitting a deafening sword energy whistling.

The lake is boiling and the earth is shaking.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, the flying sword took the head of the Blood Ancestor.

"What a great sword technique, but unfortunately it's not enough power."

Chen Qingyang shook his head slightly and said.

Sensing the terrifying sword, the Blood Ancestor was slightly shocked, but he soon realized that a huge blood hand was pressed out of thin air, as vast as a mountain.

"boom!"

The flying sword kept hitting the blood-hand seal, making a harsh sound of impact, and finally was shot weakly.

"puff!"

The flying sword was refined by the essence and blood of Qinghe Sword Immortal. Now that he was suppressed and photographed by the Blood Ancestor, his spiritual soul was also severely damaged. His face suddenly turned pale as paper, and he stood in the void and was shaking.

"I thought the Chinese Sword Immortal was so powerful, but it turned out that she had a reputation." Xue Zu said with a sarcastic look on his face.

However, no one present was an idiot. They couldn't tell how they could see that if Qinghe Sword Immortal was not seriously injured, the Blood Ancestor might not be able to easily block his sword.

Qinghe Sword Immortal pinched his sword finger and took back the falling flying sword.

At this time, his mental state was extremely poor, his body was shaking, and he felt that a gust of wind could blow it down.

However, he did not choose to compromise and give up, and he raised his head and stared at the Blood Ancestor.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Qinghe Sword Immortal vomited a mouthful of essence and blood and sprayed it on the flying sword.

This is his natal essence and blood!

"A song of the Milky Way swings nine heavens!"

As soon as the sword technique was released, the silver flying sword exploded out of thin air, tearing apart the void, like a gorgeous galaxy.

The Blood Ancestor made the same trick and made a blood mark at will.

"Hiss!"

In an instant, the Galaxy Flying Sword easily tore the terrifying blood handprint and stabbed directly into the throat of the Blood Ancestor.

The Blood Ancestor's face changed drastically. He obviously didn't expect that the power of this sword was so terrifying.

However, the power of the Qinghe Sword Immortal was finally unable to support the flying sword. When he stabbed the Blood Ancestor, his speed was significantly slower, giving him enough time to avoid the vital points.
Chapter completed!