I, Son Of Emperor Zong, Sign In To Chaos Saint Body At The Beginning

Chapter 212 Sword Palace, Sword Seven, Ye Shengzi

A place on the top of a mountain, filled with immortal energy, surrounded by clouds and mist, is like a fairyland.

Ribbons of red rays of light surround it, and the rays of light are blazing and shoot straight into the sky.

In the haze, through the streaks of red rays of light, one can vaguely see a palace that looks like a sword.

That palace is like a divine sword inserted upside down, extremely miraculous.

Outside this sword palace, countless monks are moving forward, wanting to get close to that sword palace.

However, if they only took a few steps, their souls would be torn apart by the invisible sword energy, and they would vomit blood and return.

"Hey, such a godly place, there must be a peerless opportunity, but unfortunately, we are not allowed to enter!"

"Who says it's not? I've discovered this sword palace for a long time. It's a pity that there is no way to get in after such a long time."

"Those invisible sword qi are really terrifying. They can tear apart the soul. If you force your way in, you will be crushed and killed."

One after another voices of unwillingness came from the mouths of those monks. They stared at the sword palace shrouded in red light in front of them, their eyes were both fiery and decadent.

It's like, a bachelor who has been hungry for an unknown number of years finally sees a naked and peerless beauty, but he can't get close.

That kind of feeling is really aggrieved and depressed, which makes people scratch their hearts and lungs anxiously.

If you feel carefully, you will be able to find that the cultivation base of these monks has actually reached the realm of heaven.

Those few people with high cultivation bases have even reached the seventh level of the Heavenly Rank Realm.

However, despite this, they can only walk a thousand meters in front of the Sword Palace at most, and it will be extremely difficult to go any further.

As for those Nascent Soul monks, they were all struggling tens of thousands of meters away, and they couldn't even enter within tens of thousands of miles, which seemed even more unbearable.

Don't look at this period of time, many evildoers have risen in Xuanyuan Secret Realm, and those evildoers have risen rapidly after getting the opportunity.

However, most monks are still very hard-working.

Not to mention big chances, even if you want to get some small chances, it is extremely difficult.

They are all struggling to survive, and although they desperately want to get a chance, they are all in vain in the end.

While many monks were discussing, a young man came down the mountain.

He has a delicate face, firm eyes, and unyielding and coldness written on his face, which gives people a feeling of perseverance.

However, his right arm was empty, and the sleeve robe fluttered in the wind, obviously a broken arm.

On his left hand, there is a long sword tightly grasped. The blade is sharp and shone with a cold light, which makes people shudder just by looking at it.

"Jian Qi, he actually came here too? It seems that the opportunity here

It's going to belong to this sword seven again, hey! "

"Who says it's not? It's said that this guy's heart of swordsmanship is extremely tenacious, and it's also very predestined for those chances related to swordsmanship!"

"Yeah, it is said that most of the swordsmanship opportunities in Xuanyuan Secret Realm have been taken away by this guy. It is really frustrating."

When the Nascent Soul cultivators at the foot of the mountain saw the young man with the broken arm, their complexions changed, and they couldn't help but muttered in a low voice, and stepped aside quickly.

If they had just entered the Xuanyuan Secret Realm, those Nascent Soul cultivators would not have cared about Jian Qi at all.

However, in this short period of time, the other party has risen rapidly, and far surpassed them.

This made them sigh, for thirty years in Hexi and thirty years in Hedong, they dare not provoke this sword seven at all.

Jian Qi didn't pay attention to those monks at all, and he didn't feel ashamed for losing his arm.

At this moment, he was even proud of that broken arm.

Because wherever he went, those monks would recognize his identity by virtue of his severed arm, and immediately fled in horror.

He enjoyed the feeling, the high, intimidating feeling.

Looking up at the Sword Palace, a smile appeared on Jian Qi's resolute face, and then he gritted his teeth ferociously and whispered:

"I really don't know what kind of opportunity I, Jian Qi, will get this time! Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan, I'm really looking forward to our meeting again."

"When your cultivation was abolished by me and I stepped on you, I don't know if you will regret your mercy back then!"

Jian Qi whispered ferociously, and immediately stopped talking nonsense, raised his legs and walked towards the sword palace.

Ye Xuan has become not only his nightmare, but also his inner demon.

If Ye Xuan didn't die, no matter how fast he grows now, there will be a day when he will suffer backlash in the future.

Therefore, he must kill Ye Xuan.

There must be a battle between the two!

And with his current cultivation base and combat power, Ye Xuan is no longer in his eyes at all.

What about the chaotic holy body? In this mysterious realm of Xuanyuan, isn't it just mediocre and unknown?

But his sword seven is different, this is his opportunity and also his rise.

His fate has already changed from the moment he entered the Xuanyuan Secret Realm.

His sword seven is destined to rise, and he is destined to become the overlord of the nine heavens, ten places and three thousand realms.

This Xuanyuan secret realm is just the beginning of everything.

With lofty ambitions in his heart, Jian Qi went up step by step, and under the shocked and dull eyes of those Nascent Soul cultivators, he soon reached a thousand meters away from the Sword Palace.

"Jian Qi? Why is he here?"

"Bastard, is it possible that you are going to be killed again?

This guy picked peaches? "

"Damn it, what should I do, do you want to do it?"

Thousands of meters away from the Sword Palace, those cultivators at the Celestial Realm looked at Jian Qi, and their faces were as ugly as if they had been eaten.

Some of the monks at the seventh level of the Celestial Realm couldn't help but look at each other, thinking about whether to make a move.

However, when they felt the piercing sword intent from Jian Qi's body, they finally flinched.

This Sword Seven is really too terrifying, and the sword intent on his body is too strong.

Moreover, it is said that this guy has already killed the sixth level of the Celestial Realm, who knows, is that the limit of Jian Qi?

Jian Qi didn't intend to deal with those cultivators at the Celestial Realm originally, but after hearing that someone planned to deal with him.

His forward steps suddenly stopped, and the next moment, he turned his head and looked directly at the seventh level of the Heavenly Rank Realm who was the first to ask if he wanted to make a move.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing Jian Qi's gaze sweeping towards him, the Seventh Level Celestial Realm's expression couldn't help changing, and he shouted coldly.

"kill you!"

Jian Qi smiled coldly, and only spit out two words.

The next moment, his whole body was like an erupting volcano, bursting suddenly to the extreme.

Immediately, a majestic aura erupted instantly, and the long sword in his hand was already stabbing out like a galaxy of flowing light.

A flash of sword light whizzed by, and most of the monks didn't see clearly what happened.

When they came back to their senses, the head of the seventh-level Celestial Realm was already flying high, and the blood sprayed out tens of meters high like a spring of blood in an instant.

As for Jian Qi, he had already retracted his sword and took a step, entering within a hundred meters of the Sword Palace.

"hiss--"

Watching this scene, all the cultivators at the Celestial Realm were incomparably sluggish, feeling a little dazed.

The sound of sucking air rang out one after another, and there was already a touch of fear in their eyes looking at Jian Qi.

With just one sword, he killed a monk at the seventh level of the Celestial Realm in seconds?

This is simply terrifying!

Jian Qi didn't care about those people, he was still walking resolutely, from 100 meters to 50 meters.

Watching this scene, countless people suffocated, even bitter.

Really worthy of being Jian Qi, this talent, this strength, this luck, really cannot be compared with them.

Comparing people to people can really piss people off!

at the same time.

At the foot of the mountain, those Nascent Soul cultivators hadn't recovered from the shock Jian Qi brought them, their eyes froze again involuntarily.

Because in their sight, another young man was approaching.

The young man is dressed in white, elegant and detached.

There was a gentle smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Ye, Ye Xuan?"

"Ye, Ye Shengzi?"