Emperor Qiankun

Chapter 244 Black Ghost 1 Sword

Zi Yan Mountain, high in the sky.

The three powerful kings instantly fought together, and a brilliant light burst out as the energy collided.

The pitch-black night was illuminated as bright as day, as dazzling and radiant as the sun coming into the world, shocking everyone!

In the slightly lower airspace, the Tiangang realm powerhouses of the three major forces were also engaged in a melee.

However, the Tianjian Sect was at an extreme disadvantage in terms of numbers and was suppressed by the two major forces. They could only struggle to hold on and barely hold on.

The Tianjian Sect's Disha Realm disciples scattered and started killing.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators from the Tianwu Dynasty and the Yunyin Sect immediately swarmed over and surrounded them.

Li Qingyuan had already joined the battle.

Time is running out, with only one stick of incense left. His goal is clear - to kill the Purple Mansion Realm cultivator first.

There are the most monks at this level, and they are also the most suitable for him to kill with his current strength.

His figure was hidden in the night like a ghost, he took the Seven Star Steps, his palms were like thunder, and every strike took away one person.

The Longyuan Sword has also been unsheathed, like a dragon emerging from the sea, bursting out with endless murderous sword intent, and with murderous aura, it kills the cultivators farther away.

"Ah ah ah..."

People kept dying with screams, blood splattering and dyeing the night red.

It’s a dark and windy night, the perfect time to kill!

As Li Qingyuan continued to kill, in a short period of time, hundreds of Purple Mansion Realm cultivators from the two major forces fell in a pool of blood.

Suddenly, the formations of the two major forces became chaotic and commotion, and someone shouted in fear:

"Who is touching my head? Ah..."

"My neck is so cold, tsk..."

"Holy crap, are there really ghosts? Ghosts are killing people!"

"Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost..."

"Nigger, nigger from hell!"

"..."

The sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling resounded through the sky and spread throughout the fields.

Up in the sky, Yang Lin heard the noise below and frowned slightly, "Ghost?"

In his opinion, apart from ghost cultivators, how could there be any ghosts in this world?

Besides, there is no ghost cultivation force on the Canglan Continent.

He was still confused, but the situation did not allow him to think too much.

Then, his face darkened and he shouted coldly: "Who are you, you idiot? How dare you play tricks here?!"

Unfortunately, his voice fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the deafening shouts of killing on the battlefield, and could not be heard at all.

At this time, Zheng Hui on the opposite side had raised his sword again and was rushing towards him.

A ruthless look flashed in Yang Lin's eyes, and he immediately raised his sword to meet the enemy.

"Clang——"

The sword lights intersected, the energy was surging, the two swords collided again, the sound of metal clashing was deafening, and sparks flew!

......

On the ground below, Li Qingyuan had already rushed into a group of people where more than a hundred Purple Mansion Realm cultivators gathered.

Without hesitation, he mobilized the power of time and space, gathering it in his palm.

Then, he slapped out several times in succession like a storm.

In an instant, huge golden palm prints mixed with the power of time and space stirred the air and rolled up dust all over the sky.

"Boom boom boom..."

The palm print fell like a "cannonball" and exploded in the crowd in an instant.

Groups of monks had no time to react before they were hit by the palm prints and fell in a pool of blood. They died without even a scream!

Li Qingyuan's expression remained calm. Blood splattered on his black face, but it did not affect his actions at all.

At this moment, he was like a cold-blooded killing machine, reaping the lives of monks from the two major forces.

Half an incense stick of time had passed, and Li Qingyuan had killed nearly a thousand Purple Mansion Realm cultivators from the two major forces.

At this moment, he was covered in blood. He no longer looked like a black man, but more like a bloody man.

However, this is all the enemy's blood.

But at this moment, his killing had to stop temporarily.

Although he was extremely fast, as time went on, he was blocked by a large group of Earthly Demon Realm cultivators.

At a glance, there were at least a hundred people.

"You're that nigger?!"

"Humph! It turns out to be a human pretending!"

"Damn it, let this nigger kill so many of us."

"Don't be careless, come together and get rid of this guy!"

"..."

In an instant, hundreds of Earthly Demon Realm cultivators rushed towards Li Qingyuan.

Li Qingyuan showed no fear at all. Last time, more than 200 disciples of the Yunyin Sect who were at the eighth and ninth levels of the Earthly Demon Realm were unable to kill him.

The cultivation levels of these cultivators are now uneven, with more than half below the fifth level of the Earthly Demon Realm;

And his space-time shield has been re-condensed, how could he lose?

Not to mention that these people even tried to take his life, they were simply courting death!

......

Li Qingyuan tapped his feet lightly and stood in the air, controlling the wind.

After he activated the space-time shield, he no longer made any other defensive moves.

Then, with a thought, he recalled the Longyuan Sword from a distance.

Hold the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and then hold the sword upright above your head.

At this moment, his eyes became extremely focused, and the aura around him suddenly changed, and he directly entered the state of unity between man and sword.

The spirit of wind and killing swept out from his body, and his fighting spirit was high.

He also mobilized the power of time and space, all of which gathered on the Longyuan Sword.

In an instant, Li Qingyuan's aura reached its peak.

"Open—sky—slash!"

With his loud shout, the sword suddenly struck out like thunder from the sky!

At this moment, although Li Qingyuan did not use the art of stilling time and space;

But time and space seemed to be dragged down by an invisible hand, becoming extremely slow.

The pitch-black night sky seemed to be split apart by this sword, and the bright moon once again hung high in the sky, casting a cool light and illuminating Zi Yan Mountain and its surroundings.

In an instant, many people were startled, and countless gazes shot over like sharp arrows.

When looking at Li Qingyuan, who looked like charcoal, the surprise in everyone's eyes was hard to conceal.

Is this the strength that a cultivator at the third level of the Earthly Evil Realm can possess?

Even many Yunyin Sect disciples who had fought against Li Qingyuan and were at the ninth level of the Earthly Demon Realm suddenly thought:

Between this charcoal-black young man and Li Qingyuan, who is stronger?

Among the disciples of this generation of Tianjian Sect, there are two who are so powerful!

Some of them couldn't believe it, or were unwilling to believe it.

Is this really a sect that is gradually declining?

......

At the same time, those Earthly Demon Realm cultivators who came to attack Li Qingyuan all felt an inexplicable throbbing.

They seemed to be locked by an invisible force and felt incomparable pressure in an instant.

Then, their bodies exploded...

The faces of nearly a hundred monks twisted and cracked with deep fear, and the next moment, they were shattered to pieces.

Time and space seemed to have completely stopped at this moment.

The sky was raining blood.

Li Qingyuan's sword continued to fall and finally hit the ground.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise.

The ground outside Zi Yan Mountain was split open by this sword, and a long gully appeared, about thirty feet wide and deep.

The cultivators below the Disha Realm of the Tianwu Dynasty and the Yunyin Sect on the ground were forced to retreat again and again, away from the ravine.

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