Nie Tian looked at the elegant figure in the sky. His eyes trembled, and then he revealed a look of joy. "Brother Mo, you've finally appeared," he murmured.
Of course, he recognized the newcomer. This person was none other than his best friend from his previous life, the Limitless Sword Saint, Mo Qianjun!
Mo Qianjun's figure flew through the air and instantly arrived above the Sword Dao Platform. He stood side by side with the person who had attacked earlier, like two lonely mountains standing high in the sky. Everyone present felt a huge and boundless pressure, and their hearts inexplicably palpitated.
"You are …" Qin Changqi looked at the two faces in the sky. His eyes trembled violently, and his entire body stiffened. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he could not say anything else.
Qin Changqi knew these two people. They were two of the top four in the Sword World, Mo Qianjun and Jiuqian Sheng.
Qin Changqi had never imagined that a small battle to the death would alarm two of the top experts.
Moreover, the way Mo Qianjun had appeared was very unusual. It was not in line with his usual style.
Mo Qianjun was a steady and low-key person. He should have been hiding in the crowd or in the void. It was very unusual for him to appear so domineeringly.
As for Jiuqian Sheng, he had always been a hot-tempered person. He had been very polite not to kill Yin Gufeng with his previous move.
The arrival of the two top experts made everyone's eyes glaze over. The admiration in their eyes could not be concealed.
"Old Mo." At this time, Jiuqian Sheng chuckled and said to Mo Qianjun, "You saw what happened just now. The Qin father and son are very shameless. If it were not for Nie Tian, I'm afraid your disciple would have died at the hands of the Qin family's little bastard. As a teacher, don't you want to stand up for your disciple? "
Although Mo Qianjun and Jiuqian Sheng had just arrived, they had seen everything that had happened on the Sword Dao Platform from tens of thousands of meters away.
Everyone in the Heaven Realm and the God Realm knew that Mo Qianjun was the most easygoing person among the top experts. He usually did not fight with anyone and was extremely low-key.
But no matter how easygoing he was, he could not just watch as his disciple was killed and do nothing.
The other party was already riding on your neck and shitting on you. If you were to endure it, then it wouldn't be low-key, but cowardice!
Nie Tian could not help but smile as he looked at the two men in the sky. He wanted to see how Mo Qianjun was going to deal with the current situation.
"Qin Changqi!" High up in the sky, Mo Qianjun coldly looked at Qin Changqi and said with an expressionless face, "You were the one who proposed the marriage between Han Ling and Qin Yue. Just a few days ago, Han Ling came to fulfill the engagement. It's fine if you don't agree, but why must you humiliate him? "
"I …" Qin Changqi's face froze as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He had heard people say that when Mo Qianjun's face was expressionless, it meant that he was completely enraged.
"I won't bicker with you about what happened before." Mo Qianjun's face was as calm as still water. There was not the slightest ripple in his eyes as he said: "But now, you actually want to kill Han Ling? Could it be that you really think that I, Mo Qianjun, am someone who's afraid of trouble and can be bullied by you at will? "
"Lord Mo Qianjun, I …" Qin Changqi's complexion was deathly pale as paper, sweat flowing profusely. His old face was as ugly as ugly could be.
"Old Mo, why the need to talk nonsense with this kind of shameless villain? Just directly kill him," Jiuqian Sheng looked at Qin Changqi Coldly and said solemnly.
Qin Changqi's figure turned stiff, frightened until he was completely drained of blood.
Regardless of whether it was Mo Qianjun or Jiuqian Sheng, any one of the two people making a move, and it would be impossible for him to survive, let alone both of them around.
"Qin Changqi, I respect you as the master of a sect and don't wish to take action. Cripple your own essence meridians! " Mo Qianjun opened his mouth indifferently. His eyes still did not have any ripples, but it gave people an extremely terrifying feeling.
Cripple his own essence meridians!
When everyone heard these four words, they were immediately stunned, as if suspecting that they heard wrongly.
Qin Changqi was at any rate the master of one of the Nine Great Sword Sects. Furthermore, he was a Ninth Level Heavenly Emperor martial artist, only a step away from peak. Mo Qianjun actually made him cripple his own essence meridians. This was also too overbearing, right?!
Only at this time did people know that the Mo Qianjun who had always been mild, when he became overbearing, it would also make people's hair stand on end.
Qin Changqi was already several hundred years old. Ever since crippling his essence meridians, he was no different from an ordinary person. At most, he could still live for a few more years. It was no different from being dead.
Qin Changqi stood on the spot, his head rumbling as if struck by five bolts of lightning. He nearly could not stand, his entire body drenched in cold sweat.
If he had long known that the matter would develop to this extent, Qin Changqi absolutely would not let Qin Yang and Han Ling have a life-and-death showdown. Instead, he would take the initiative to cancel this showdown. With Han Ling's personality, he would definitely agree.
But now, it was too late to say anything.
Mo Qianjun was already enraged. Qin Changqi could not escape this calamity.
The scene was deathly silent. The atmosphere was stifling until it made people feel suffocated.
"H-Han Ling." At a certain moment, Qin Changqi looked toward Han Ling, a pair of eyes becoming turbid and unclear. He was actually pleading for help.
Han Ling's expression became slightly ugly. He was too softhearted and couldn't help but look at Mo Qianjun.
However, Mo Qianjun's face was cold and unmoved. He said in a low voice, "Qin Changqi, are you still not going to make a move?"
The corner of Nie Tian's mouth curled up slightly. Of course, he could tell that Mo Qianjun was teaching Han Ling a lesson. He was using his actions to tell the latter that sometimes, he had to be cruel!
Qin Changqi's eyes trembled violently. His face was ashen, as if he had lost all his will.
"Boom!" In the next moment, Qin Changqi's body suddenly trembled. Blood Qi burst out from his body as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His essence meridians were all shattered!
"This …" Everyone who saw this scene sucked in a breath of cold air. They were unable to react for a long time.
Unbelievable, Qin Changqi actually crippled his own essence meridians!
Everyone was confused. Could it be that with Qin Changqi's strength, even if he could not fight Mo Qianjun head on? Could it be that he had the ability to escape?
Of course, these people were wrong. Qin Changqi could not even block one attack from Mo Qianjun, let alone escape.
Having lived for such a long time, Qin Changqi's thoughts were naturally more thorough than others'.
He knew that if he resisted today, not only would he lose his life, but the entire Sword Gazing Sea would also face annihilation.
In summary, crippling his own essence meridians was already the best outcome for him.
Qin Changqi and Qin Yang, both father and son, had their essence meridians crippled on the same day. Without a doubt, Sword Gazing Sea would completely fall out of the Nine Major Sword Sects.
Suddenly, Qin Changqi looked at Mo Qianjun and asked, "Lord Sword Sage, is the engagement between Qin Yue and Han Ling still valid?"
Everyone was stunned. They did not expect Qin Changqi to bring up the engagement at this time.
However, Nie Tian raised his eyebrows and said to himself, "Qin Changqi is indeed a sly old fox."
Qin Changqi was crippled, but he still had to protect Sword Gazing Sea. The best way to do so was to let Qin Yue and Han Ling complete the engagement.
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