Tightly hugging Li Zhangqing's blood-stained corpse, the four elders of the Myriad Sword Sect let out a mournful howl. Their howls resounded through the sky like a cuckoo weeping blood, causing tears to fall from the eyes of those who heard it.
Countless people at the foot of the mountain watched this scene with blank minds. For a moment, countless people seemed to have been frozen in time, frozen in place. Their faces were filled with deep shock.
The supreme genius, Li Changqing, whose name had once shaken the world and was capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Tuoba Liuyun, Xuan Tianzi, and Yuwen Ji had perished today, and he'd become a wave in the long river of history, vanishing into the masses.
"I told you not to provoke Xiao Fan, but you didn't listen. You thought you could control the situation, that everything was under your control. But now, you see the result?" Xuan Luo looked at Li Zhangqing's blood-stained corpse, then glanced at the green-robed elder among the four elders of the Myriad Sword Sect. His eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule as he shook his head and said.
"Such a good seedling, why did you have to push him to his death?" The Little Bastard also pretended to sigh and said with a look of pity.
All of a sudden!
"Xiao Fan, today, you will be buried with Li Zhangqing!" One of the four remaining Elders of the Myriad Swords Sect, a white-robed old man, abruptly raised his head. His pair of tiger eyes glowed with a dark, deep-seated hatred. Then, he let out a crazed roar that was deafening to the ears. Countless rocks around him exploded and shattered under his roar, turning into smoke and dust that filled the air.
"Senior, it's best that you don't interfere today because Xiao Fan will definitely die!" The one who had a simple conversation with Xuan Luo was the green-robed elder among the four elders of the Myriad Sword Sect. At this moment, the green-robed elder slowly straightened up. His indifferent voice was no longer there, only the most eerie coldness. He stared at Xuan Luo and said word by word.
"What if I insist on interfering?" Xuan Luo looked at the green-robed elder and suddenly narrowed his eyes. His voice became emotionless as he said indifferently.
"Then I'm sorry, I'd like to experience Senior's skills!" Beside the azure-robed old man was a black-robed old man. The black-robed old man was the second indifferent voice who believed that Li Zhangqing had grasped all the mysteries of the Way of the Sword. He took a step forward and made his way towards Xuan Luo. He directly caused the ground to collapse as he spoke with a voice filled with killing intent.
"Although the new generation replaces the old, in the path of cultivation, the most important thing is cultivation realm, not age!" At this moment, Xuan Luo put down the wine gourd in his hand, and then he stared at the black clothed old man and spoke slowly, "However, this old fellow is very willing to let all of you understand a principle, and that is that the older the ginger, the spicier it is!"
"Don't think that all of you can challenge me now that you've all grown up. When I was roaming the world, not to mention you little fellows, even your grandfather was a sperm in your ancestor's body!"
As his voice fell, two cold rays of light shot out from Xuan Luo's narrowed eyes. He looked at the approaching black-robed old man who was about to attack him. He immediately raised his hand and grabbed at the void. His black-gold staff suddenly appeared in his hand.
Then, he held the black-gold staff and suddenly slammed it down, heavily smashing it on the ground. Instantly, the crisp sound of metal clashing immediately rang out, and the ground was directly smashed, causing cracks to continuously spread out like a spider web in all directions.
"Today, whoever dares to stop us from killing Xiao Fan will die, no matter who it is!" The last of the four Myriad Sword Sect elders, the purple-robed old man, slowly stood up from the ground at this moment, holding Li Zhangqing's blood-stained corpse. His pair of turbid eyes were filled with indifference and coldness as he opened his mouth and spoke incomparably coldly.
"Do you think that your Myriad Sword Sect is still the Myriad Sword Sect of the past?" Xuan Luo cast a sidelong glance at the four Myriad Sword Sect elders and sneered, "Moreover, the four of you, to put it bluntly, are just four shameless rats. Where did you get the courage and boldness to determine my life and death?"
"Let me tell you, even when your Myriad Sword Sect was at its peak, the people of your Myriad Sword Sect had to respectfully address me as senior when they saw me!"
"You want to kill me with just the four of you? You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth! "
"Kill!" The purple-robed old man was the leader of the four Myriad Sword Sect elders. At this moment, in the face of Xuan Luo's sneer, he was very indifferent and unmoved. He roared violently, his face filled with boundless killing intent.
In an instant, the black-robed old man, the white-robed old man, and the green-robed old man all rushed towards Xuan Luo at once. The sword light around them was dazzling, and the sword Qi was shocking. Before they truly attacked, the space around them had already begun to shatter into pieces.
The other purple-robed old man stared coldly at Xiao Fan, his killing intent soaring. He suddenly raised his sword and mercilessly slashed out. A blinding cold light shone in all directions, as if it could cut through mountains and rivers. It slashed towards Xiao Fan in the void.
Below the peak of the Myriad Sword Mountain, everyone was extremely frightened. They were scared witless as they fled into the distance. Not a single person dared to stay in the distance.
The four powerhouses who had fused six transformations into one were fighting here. The ripples caused by the battle were enough to shatter the Myriad Sword Mountain, which was now in ruins. If they stayed here, they would definitely be affected by the battle and unluckily lose their lives for no reason!
If they didn't retreat now, when would they?
"Rumble!"
The black-robed old man, the white-robed old man, and the green-robed old man collided with Xuan Luo in an instant. The broken Myriad Sword Mountain was completely shattered under their bodies. Countless large and small stones flew in all directions, shooting across the sky. Smoke and dust rose into the sky. Many people who were slower to escape staggered, their bones shattered, and they spat out blood.
Those who had fled far enough and stood at a safe distance looked into the distance at this time. Their expressions were sluggish, and their eyes were filled with fear and horror.
The powerhouses who had fused six transformations into one were the strongest in the Qingyun Lower Continent. Powerhouses were powerhouses. Every time they attacked, they could shatter the earth, crack the sky, and break mountains and rivers.
Everyone below the powerhouses were ants. This sentence had existed for a long time in the Qingyun Lower Continent, and the scene in front of them today confirmed the truth of this sentence!
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