A breeze blew by, and the clouds flashed away.

At this time, the huge Xuantian Pavilion had already fallen by hundreds of feet. After Nanyu struggled to resist Lu Qi's huge sword dozens of times, his whole body was already covered in blood and life and death. However, Lu Qi, who had lost his mind, was still waving the Kunlun giant sword.

The Kunlun giant sword burst into golden light, and a powerful and heavy blow would fall again...

However! The gravity of Kunlun giant sword only fell one foot, and it was accurately clamped by two slender fingers and stood in the air.

Qi Yingyun, who had his eyes closed, moved calmly and calmly. He put down the Kunlun giant sword that was sandwiched between his fingers, then stood on tiptoe and patted Lu Qi on the shoulder.

The crazy Lu Qi seemed to have been called back by Qi Yingyun. The blood red in his eyes gradually faded, and he returned to peace within a moment. Lu Qi looked at Qi Yingyun in front of him with a blank look on his face and asked, "Senior Brother, am I... have I... been in trouble again?"

Qi Yingyun, who had closed his eyes, could not roll his eyes at Lu Qi, so he had to ask in a scolding tone: "What are you talking about it?"

Lu Qi scratched his head silly, with a look of embarrassment.

During the gap between the two of them, Zuo Zhiqiu came not far from them. He helped Nanyu, which was already bloody in the blood pit. Looking at the body that was not complete, Zuo Zhiqiu finally couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and said angrily: "This is how you Jiutian Sword Sect treat guests!"

At the swordsmanship of his own sect, foreign visitors were killed. Even if there was a hostile relationship between the two countries, it was unreasonable. Qi Yingyun turned his head slightly to Zuo Zhiqiu's direction, and Lu Qi looked at Qi Yingyun's silent movements and understood what he meant.

Lu Qi walked to Zuo Zhiqiu and said guiltily: "After I was injured, I couldn't control my behavior. Although I didn't show mercy before, this is the sacred sect of our Nine Heavens Sword Sect once a hundred years. I don't want to see blood at this time. If he didn't hurt me, I would definitely not kill him. I was unintentionally..." Lu Qi, who was clumsy, didn't know how to explain this matter, so he could only say this.

Seeing the two sect masters and disciples died and were seriously injured, Zuo Zhiqiu roared at Lu Qi: "You! You! Your Nine Heavens Sword Sect is too bullying! We have been honored by the Emperor of the Han Dynasty.

Allow, you come from the Nine Heavens Sword Sect to watch the ceremony, but you treat our Tiandao Sect like this. Do you really deceive me, Tiandao Sect? "

Lu Qi wanted to say something, but Qi Yingyun did not have the kind temper of Lu Qi. Seeing Zuo Zhiqiu being aggressive, he said bluntly: "My junior brother has explained that he can only blame him for committing suicide; and, it is useless for you to get the permission of the Emperor. My Nine Heaven Sword Sect has the final say in the matter of the Nine Heaven Sword Sect!"

Qi Yingyun said expressionlessly: "In addition, I just bully you, there is no one in Tiandao Sect, what can you do?"

Zuo Zhiqiu was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he could only repeat: "You...you...you!" After gasping for a few heavy breaths, Zuo Zhiqiu finally said what he wanted to say, "You...you...you...unreasonable!"

Qi Yingyun smiled and said, "It has only been twenty years since the Battle of the North. Your Tiandao Sect killed my Nine Heaven Sword Sect eight thousand cultivators, several pavilions, what if my junior brother killed you?? The blood hatred between our two sects, what can we say? How about the reason? "

Lu Qi retreated aside tactfully. He was fighting and it would be a bit difficult for him to tell others about reasoning. It would be such a troublesome thing to be so irrational, so let the unreasonable senior brother talk to others.

Zuo Zhiqiu placed Nanyu's corpse flat, stood up, pulled out the long sword he carried, and said to Qi Yingyun: "Sword name: Bai Ge!"

There is an unwritten rule in the world of sword cultivators. Only once a certain sword cultivator declares the name of the sword, it means a duel of self-confidence.

When Wang Laohu saw Zuo Zhiqiu reporting the sword name, he couldn't help but curse: "It's really shameless. Zuo Zhiqiu's immortal thousand-year-old cultivation is used to report the sword name to Junior Brother Qi. Isn't this obviously bullying people!"

Nangong Buluo, who was standing beside him, asked, "Isn't that cultivation level higher than Junior Brother Lu Qi? How do you know that Senior Brother Qi can't beat Zuo Zhiqiu?"

Wang Laohu glanced at Nangong Buluo beside him and said, "Even if you want to protect Junior Brother Qi, you can't talk lies with your eyes open! Although Nanyu's cultivation is higher than Junior Brother Lu, both of them are in the Nascent Soul stage; Zuo Zhiqiu is at the peak of the God Transformation Stage, and he is one level higher than Junior Brother Qi, and more than just!"

Nangong Buluo smiled and said, "Senior Brother Wang, you have never seen Senior Brother Qi's Li

It's so bad, so the outcome is still unknown, just wait and see."

...

After hearing Zuo Zhiqiu's name, Qi Yingyun was stunned and asked, "Aren't you from Tiandao Sect? Why are you also a sword cultivator?"

Zuo Zhiqiu sneered and said, "Can the Tiandao Sect not use sword cultivation?"

Qi Yingyun nodded and said, "It's OK." After saying that, he pointed his right hand with his sword and closed his eyes to Zuo Zhiqiu.

Zuo Zhiqiu looked at Qi Yingyun's action and asked, "What do you mean? Why don't you draw your sword?"

Qi Yingyun explained calmly: "There are two kinds of swords in the world. One is the sword in the hands of the cultivators of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, and the other is the swords of all the cultivators in the world except the Nine Heavens Sword Sect. All the swords also include the egret sword in your hand, so you are not qualified to let me draw a sword."

"Young man is arrogant, I really don't know how to live or die!" Zuo Zhiqiu pulled out the egret sword, and the sword energy hits people, and the world is suddenly filled with desolate and solemn and killing.

Zuo Zhiqiu let out a long roar and flew into the sky. The egret sword turned into a long rainbow. The powerful sword energy swept across the entire Chengtian Sword Platform.

Qi Yingyun's figure was as stable as Mount Tai. He bent his index finger and gently flicked the egret sword that was coming quickly.

With a "dang", Qi Yingyun's fingers took off the egret sword.

Zuo Zhiqiu also followed the flying Egret Sword and took dozens of steps back, then vomited blood and knelt on the ground halfway.

Everyone knows that Qi Yingyun's spiritual roots are not outstanding, but his high understanding, strong talent, and strong perseverance have reached an almost incredible situation. Even Xiao Yichen, who rarely praises others, praised him for "the future of the Han Dynasty, carrying a tripod for the swordsmanship for thousands of years." What Xiao Yichen said in his words is that Qi Yingyun can continue the swordsmanship for the Han Dynasty for another thousand years.

After picking off the egret sword with one finger, a strong gust of wind blew, Zuo Zhiqiu had not had time to stand firm, but a pair of sword fingers penetrated his chest.

Qi Yingyun pulled out his blood-stained right hand, and Zuo Zhiqiu's body fell on the ground like a pool of mud. Blood kept flowing out of his chest, and soon dyed the ground red.
Chapter completed!