At the top of Jueying Palace, sword will flowed through the ancient palace as the Jueying Sword Saint cultivated with his eyes closed.
At his level of cultivation, it was difficult to take even a small step forward. He had to have an indomitable heart, concentrate on cultivation, and stabilize his state of mind. He also needed external opportunities to move forward.
These days, the Jueying Sword Saint had been restless because of Pei Qianying, and his cultivation had been affected.
Now it was time to put aside all distracting thoughts. As for Ye Futian, he had already formed a conflict with Lihen Heaven. In the future, Lihen Heaven would deal with him. There was no need for him to spend any more energy on it.
Sword will flowed around him. Within the palace, there was a brilliant light, like a wonderful sword matrix. The Jueying Sword Saint gradually calmed down.
But at that moment, his eyelids twitched. He suddenly felt uneasy, as if something was about to happen.
"What's going on?" Said the Jueying Sword Saint to himself. He had cultivated to the Saint Plane and comprehended the Great Path of Heaven and Earth. Sometimes he would have a mysterious feeling and a premonition. Now that he was uneasy, it was obvious that something was about to happen.
He opened his eyes, and his spiritual will pierced through the ancient palace, spreading out into the distance. Soon, the Jueying Sword Saint felt a strong sense of danger.
His heart pounded as he faintly sensed something in the distance. His spiritual will continued to spread out.
In the next moment, the Jueying Sword Saint's heart beat violently. Above the sky, sword will flowed down, covering the sky. There was a huge sword diagram in the air, and in the center of it, endless sword will gathered. It swallowed and spat out the power of the sword that could tear everything apart.
"Not good." In the palace, the Jueying Sword Saint suddenly opened his eyes. He shot up into the sky, but in the next moment, a beam of light appeared from the sword diagram and locked onto him.
"Leave quickly!" The Jueying Sword Saint roared. All of Jueying Palace shook violently. Everyone's hearts beat violently, and before they could react, they looked blankly into the sky. The Jueying Sword Saint gathered the sword will of heaven and earth. With the Holy Sword in hand, his body turned into thousands of sword shadows.
Above the firmament, an extremely dazzling beam of light sprinkled down. A sword diagram appeared, enveloping the sky. At this moment, countless swords gathered into a single sword, piercing through the void like a beam of light, directly falling down, ignoring the distance between them.
At this moment, many people felt as if the god of death had descended. Their lives seemed insignificant under this sword intent.
The dazzling light was so piercing that they couldn't open their eyes. Many people couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their eyes.
Thousands of afterimages merged into one sword. Everyone heard the Jueying Sword Saint's roar. In the next moment, a destructive sword will swept out, tearing the entire Jueying Palace to pieces.
The people of Jueying Palace were instantly drenched in sweat, and they looked terrified.
They looked in the direction of the Jueying Sword Saint. There, he stood in the void, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His long hair danced wildly in the wind. His aura was weak, and he looked extremely wretched. He had been seriously injured. Below him, the palace had been pierced by the sword and torn to pieces. Not only that, but all of Jueying Palace had been destroyed by the power of the sword.
The sword shocked everyone in Jueying Palace. They stared blankly at the sky, where the figure of a very young woman slowly floated down. In the distance, a sword whistled through the air. A group of cultivators appeared above the crowd, looking down.
A white-haired figure stepped out and glanced at the Jueying Sword Saint.
The Jueying Sword Saint stared at him, his eyes filled with intense murderous intent.
Of course, the Jueying Sword Saint knew that his opponent had come to take his life. He would show no mercy.
"Ye Futian." The Jueying Sword Saint had never imagined that his opponent would attack him so decisively.
Pei Qianying also stared at the white-haired figure, trembling all over, not just because of anger and hatred, but also because of a faint sense of fear.
Ye Futian had come with so many cultivators. What was he doing here?
He had wanted to kill Ye Futian at all costs, even if he had to kneel and beg his master. But he had never imagined that Ye Futian would come to Jueying Palace and appear in front of him again.
The Village Chief and the Glass Saint had already moved, surrounding the Jueying Sword Saint. As the only Saint in Jueying Palace, they could not let him leave alive.
"In the past, Pei Qianying and the Jueying Sword Saint stripped away my brother's life spirit and arrogantly asked for a battle in the Nine Heavens. After their defeat, they were unwilling to accept it. The Jueying Sword Saint and Pei Qianying monitored my movements and went to Lihen Heaven to incite the people of Lihen Sword Palace to attack. They also spread news of Huang Jiuge and Ye Wuchen. Their intentions are unforgivable. From today onwards, there will no longer be Jueying Palace. I will not implicate others. Those who are not involved, as long as they remain where they are and wait for orders, I will not kill them." Ye Futian's eyes were cold as he looked down.
At that moment, many cultivators flashed over from outside Jueying Palace. When they saw the scene in front of them, their hearts trembled fiercely.
The center of Jueying Palace had been reduced to ruins. The sword that had fallen from the sky had been felt by all the cultivators within hundreds of miles, so they had hurried over. When they heard Ye Futian's words, they knew that the Jueying Sword Saint was finished.
The Jueying Sword Saint had plotted against Ye Futian behind his back, and now he had come to destroy Jueying Palace.
"Let's go." One figure after another flashed away, fleeing from Jueying Palace. For many people, they were just cultivating in Jueying Palace. Under these circumstances, their own lives were more important. Ye Futian had said that as long as they did not move, he would not kill them. They did not dare take the risk.
Outside, a dark golden eagle flapped its wings and smashed down with its palm. In an instant, those who were fleeing were killed.
Of course, there were also those who listened to Ye Futian and did not dare to move. They just stood where they were.
Whoosh, whoosh … A terrible sword will flowed towards Ye Futian. The Jueying Sword Saint had made his move. Yaya stepped forward and stood in front of Ye Futian. A terrible light screen of swordsmanship appeared around her, isolating the space.
At the same time, the Glass Saint moved. She held a sword in her hand and her long hair flew as she moved towards the Jueying Sword Saint.
The Jueying Sword Saint pointed into the air, and in an instant, endless sword shadows appeared, drowning out the air and slashing towards the Glass Saint.
However, the Glass Saint did not seem to feel it. An extreme chill permeated between heaven and earth, and many people could not help but feel a chill. The sword will flowed on her body, and the endless shadow swords in the void continued to collapse and be destroyed. The Glass Saint still moved forward step by step without any hindrance.
The Jueying Sword Saint's face was pale. The Glass Saint's cultivation level was the same as his, and she was a little weaker than he had been at his peak. But he had been seriously injured by the sword before, and his aura was weak. He was not as strong as the Glass Saint.
Sensing the Glass Saint's aura, the Jueying Sword Saint immediately retreated, turning into a sword.
The Village Chief's figure flashed, and the space seemed to freeze. Endless sword will fell down, blocking the Jueying Sword Saint's path of retreat.
Whoosh. The Jueying Sword Saint did not slow down. Thousands of sword shadows turned into one sword, destroying everything in front of him in order to escape.
With the Village Chief's Divine Sword in hand, he activated the sword diagram. Suddenly, a terrible sword-shaped diagram appeared in front of him. The Jueying Sword Saint's sword slashed towards him, and the sword diagram was torn to pieces. But it also blocked his path.
At that moment, the Jueying Sword Saint felt very cold. His whole body was cold, and his soul seemed to tremble.
It was as if everything in the world had become bone-chilling. His whole body seemed to be in a strange space. It was as if he, his cultivation, had nowhere to hide. He was exposed to that artistic conception.
He suddenly turned around and slashed out with his sword. Light illuminated the world, and sword qi spread out for hundreds of miles. But all he saw was a beautiful, cold, and emotionless face, and her emotionless sword.
As soon as the sword came out, his swordsmanship was broken. Only the cold sword slashed towards his body.
As the sword passed, the Jueying Sword Saint seemed to be frozen. His face was filled with intense fear. The sword had cut through his heart and broken the foundation of his Great Path. There was a cracking sound in his body, and he trembled with fear.
He had been the Jueying Sword Saint for many years, and had founded the Jueying Sword Palace. Was he going to lose his life because of a junior cultivator?
He did not have time to think. The Village Chief's sword stabbed out, piercing his body. The swordsmanship that tore through everything destroyed his body. The Jueying Sword Saint's body seemed to turn into a beam of light. Then, in his fear, he was torn to pieces, and the endless sword will dissipated between heaven and earth.
"No …" Seeing the Jueying Sword Saint fall, many of the people of the Jueying Palace cried out in despair.
How could a Saint be killed on the spot?
At that moment, everyone else was silent. No one dared to move.
At that moment, Ye Futian stepped forward towards Pei Qianying. Surprisingly, no one dared to stop him.
Pei Qianying watched as Ye Futian approached step by step. His body trembled slightly, and his hands were clenched so tightly that his veins popped.
Hatred, pain, regret, and fear. That was Pei Qianying's current state of mind.
Ye Futian's expression was indifferent as he said, "Wuchen."
Ye Wuchen understood what he meant. He took a step forward, and the sword will on his body became extremely sharp as he headed towards Pei Qianying.
In the past, Pei Qianying had ordered people to strip away his life spirit. He had been so arrogant that he had been waiting for others to fight in the Ninth Layer of Heaven.
Seeing Ye Wuchen walk towards him, Pei Qianying roared and shot up into the sky towards him.
A dazzling light shone from Ye Wuchen's eyes. His sword spirit appeared, and a golden sword will destroyed everything. His body sped up, and he turned into a shadow as he struck out with his sword.
Pei Qianying also struck out with his sword, but he seemed to be a moment earlier. The golden sword flashed and pierced through his throat. Pei Qianying's body trembled violently, and he clutched his throat with both hands. Blood stained his fingers.
Tears actually flowed from his eyes. At this moment, he seemed to be thinking about his glorious life.
Pei Qianying, the proud son of heaven on the Jiutian Ranking, a disciple of Lihen Heaven, the son of the Jueying Sword Saint, had ended his life in such a way?
Pei Qianying's body fell from the sky. His eyes were filled with intense regret. Why did he have to steal Ye Wuchen's Life Spirit back then?
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