The Name of Eternity.

Chapter 329 That sword illuminated the entire holy mountain! (asking for monthly tickets)

When the Taoist fetus was destroyed, Lin Qingying felt as if her internal organs were hollowed out, and the intense tearing pain reached deep into her soul, but she gritted her teeth and did not scream to let the other party succeed.

If Master were here, he would definitely notice the abnormality here and she could still be saved.

There was sadness in her eyes as she looked towards the Semi-Saint Elders, but she saw faces with different expressions, some with regret, some with remorse, some with indifference, but they were all high above, as if looking down on everything.

However, those looks undoubtedly told her that the little action of Holy Son Haoyue could not be hidden from them.

But why not stop it?

Lin Qingying was stunned, and suddenly she felt as if her blood had frozen.

Is it just because I am not their disciple?
Or was it because of the consideration for the Sword Saint, the master of the Holy Son of Haoyue?

Lin Qingying also saw the sword master whom she admired, but he remained indifferent, as if he was unaware of anything. At this moment, she suddenly understood.

In just this short breath, the warmth of the past seemed to be crushed, and she suddenly touched the bottom line of the world and the cold interests.

Compared to the Holy Son of Haoyue who has a greater hope of becoming a saint, if I can be a stepping stone for him and forge an invincible heart of Tao, is it worth being destroyed?

No wonder the other party dared to do this on the battlefield. It turned out that the other party had already seen through this.

He was wrong to murder his fellow disciples. He violated the laws of the Holy Land. He was wrong. But after this battle, he will be able to move to a higher level and hopefully become the third saint of the Holy Land in the future!

If I were to be disabled, I would be forgotten and I would have no one to rely on. Although my grandfather was a high-level alchemist, at this level, he could basically be ignored.

It turns out that no one cares about right or wrong.

The people above are indifferent, and the people below cannot see clearly.

The tearing pain of the Taoist fetus being destroyed did not make Lin Qingying cry, but at this moment, tears came out of the corners of Lin Qingying's eyes.

She suddenly felt hopeless and disheartened.

But suddenly, a loud roar was heard, which seemed to shake the soul!
Lin Qingying raised her head and looked in that direction, only to see the familiar face of the young man, now with a face full of rage and anger.

It turns out that the face that is always smiling and looks indifferent about everything can also get angry.

Lin Qingying saw the anger in those dark eyes, and suddenly, her cold heart seemed to be filled with warmth, and she suddenly felt that the world had regained its color.

"Ok?"

When the Holy Son of Haoyue heard the roar in his ear, he glanced at it but was too lazy to pay attention to it. Instead, he retracted his sword and then suddenly slashed out again.

"My beloved, I have no choice but to destroy you. Not only your Dao embryo, but also your most proud sword art, I can only shatter it. This will hurt me deeply enough!"

The Holy Son of Haoyue raised the sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed with a vast and perfect sword intent. It was the sword intent of the sun and the moon, and it had a tendency to illuminate the heaven and earth. The sword intent was bright and dazzling, and the sword force was like the sun in the sky, making everyone feel insignificant.

"That's the Sun and Moon Sword Intention!"

"Is this the sword intent of the Holy Son of Haoyue? It actually feels like it encompasses everything."

"I saw the shadows of water swordsmanship and fire swordsmanship in it."

"No wonder he always talks about small things. Compared to his sword intent, my sword intent is indeed biased."

As the vast sword energy rose into the sky, countless people were shocked, including many saints on the altar. They were also shocked and felt as if their minds were being plundered by the other party.

It's like holding a dry branch in your hand, but you can see a green mountain and suddenly feel insignificant.

The dead branch in my hand, which I once regarded as a treasure, now feels boring.

Lin Qingying, who was standing in front of the Holy Son of Haoyue, was enveloped by the sword intent of the sun and the moon. This sword intent invaded her sea of ​​consciousness and, like a sharp sword, cut off the soft sword intent in her heart.

There seemed to be a sharp and breaking sound in her mind, and also like a wailing and crying.

Her body trembled, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. Her whole body was shaking, and the hand holding the sword kept shaking. Her eyes were blank for a moment.

Bang!
A sword intent swept across, knocking the sword in his hand away, causing it to dance dozens of circles in the air and then stick upside down on the battlefield at an angle.

"The sun and the moon are in the sky, shining on everything. The heaven and earth will reflect the light of my sword!"

At the same time, divine flames burned all over the body of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and brilliant divine light shone from his eyes. The trace of tenderness in his eyes turned into indifference.

At this moment, Lin Qingying's Taoism and sword intent were destroyed. He completely embarked on the path of ruthlessness. His heart seemed to be melted by the sun and the moon. He felt as if he had become the sun, the moon, and the stars, looking down on all things and all living beings.

This state of mind allowed his Sun and Moon Sword Intentions to reach a higher level, becoming even more terrifying.

"His Sun and Moon Sword Intentions have become even purer. This kind of sword intention is considered top-notch."

"He has only been practicing for sixty years, but his talent in swordsmanship is so extraordinary that he may even be able to become a saint!"

"If we take the sacrificial path, it will be too terrible."

The eyes of Shan Zu and other six semi-saint elders became solemn.

The opponent's aptitude in swordsmanship is no less than when they were young, and he can be considered an extremely talented rising star.

Yao Zu's gaze turned to the Sword Saint. They all saw that Haoyue borrowed Lin Qingying to forge the sword art, but no one mentioned it. After all, the other party's master was here, and they could all see it. How could the Sword Saint not see it? It was even unknown whether it was the other party who taught him. This was why they were tactful and did not say much.

The Sword Master's eyes were calm, as if he was neither happy nor sad, he just watched quietly.

On the stage, the sun and moon divine eyes in the eyes of the Holy Son of Haoyue became even brighter as the sword intent condensed.

When the sword intent was refined, he also retracted the power back into his body. He then looked at Lin Qingying, who was lying on the ground like a defeated dog. There was no tenderness in his eyes anymore, as if he was looking down at a stone:
"you lose."

At this moment, he said as if pronouncing a verdict.

His Dao domain also shrank back, and with just the sword intent at this moment, he could easily defeat the opponent.

What's more, Lin Qingying is now disabled and has fallen below the level of a Saint-level disciple. Even the top genius of the inner sect can defeat him.

Hearing the three indifferent words above her head, Lin Qingying seemed to come back to her senses from the broken sword intent. She was as if awakened, but her mind was filled with chaotic sun and moon sword intent, and her original soft sword intent was destroyed and could not be condensed.

She had already admitted defeat, but the other party was now speaking so condescendingly, which made her feel ironic and ridiculous.

Outside the arena, all the disciples couldn't help but cheer when they heard the indifferent words of Holy Son Haoyue.

Except for the Saint Son and the Saint Daughter and a few top inner disciples who noticed the clues, most of the disciples only saw that the Saint Son Haoyue easily defeated Lin Qingying and cut open his abdomen with a sword, which looked like a normal attack.

As the vast sword intent of the sun and the moon contracted, the opponent's god-like judgment made countless people show fanatical reverence in their eyes and cheer.

In this battle, the Holy Son of Haoyue not only won, but also won overwhelmingly, showing sword skills beyond imagination!
In the Sword Ancestor Holy Land, all the disciples were practicing swordsmanship, and at this moment, the sword intent displayed by Holy Son Haoyue impressed countless people.

Only by practicing sword skills yourself can you feel the vastness of the sword power of the sun and the moon, as well as your own insignificance.

The magic circle was slowly retracted and the battle came to an end.

At this point in the battle, the Holy Son of Haoyue defeated two people in a row. There is no doubt that he has become the leader of this battle of sword gods!
The youngest person in the Sword Ancestor Holy Land in a hundred years!
Compared with this, the competition between Lin Qingying and Linghuan Shengzi for the second and third place is not so exciting anymore.

Whoosh!
The moment the magic circle dispersed, a figure rushed onto the stage. It was Li Hao.

Li Hao quickly came to Lin Qingying's side, and used his spiritual sense to investigate. He saw that a strong force in the other party's internal organs had dissipated at this moment.

The Dao fetus was destroyed. If it could be reborn by a drop of blood like him, there would be no need to worry about being destroyed, but the other party did not have the seventh extreme realm.

"Does it hurt?" Li Hao looked at the other person's pale face and shaky body with an ugly expression.

Lin Qingying withdrew her thoughts and slowly smiled at Li Hao: "I'm fine."

Li Hao remained silent, but his fingers were slightly clenched.

"Let's go."

Lin Qingying turned around. She no longer wanted to look at the platform, nor did she want to hear the ear-piercing cheers from the audience. She just wanted to leave here to recuperate. It didn't matter if she came in second or third.

"Your sword."

Li Hao raised his hand, caught the green sword that was knocked away, and handed it to her.

Lin Qingying glanced at the sword that had accompanied her for many years, but a trace of sadness appeared in her eyes. The sword's power had been abolished, which had a huge impact. The influence of the Sun and Moon Sword Power was branded deep in her soul and could not be erased. She would never be able to get rid of this influence in her life, and it would be difficult for her to make any further progress in the way of the sword.

"My current swordsmanship is not worthy of it. It is my friend, and you are also my friend. I will give it to you."

Lin Qingying did not take the sword, but spoke in a low voice.

There was despair in her eyes, her sword skills were cut off, and apart from her cultivation, there was no hope for her to make any further progress in this life.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Your swordsmanship is not bad."

Li Hao stared at her and said.

Lin Qingying's mouth was bitter. She knew that Li Hao was comforting her, but such words no longer had any meaning.

Li Hao also knew that the power of words was far less powerful than facts.

"Hey!"

He turned around and suddenly shouted to the Holy Son of Haoyue who was also preparing to fly away from the arena.

The figure of the Holy Son of Haoyue paused. It was this voice that was roaring just now, which made him feel a little unhappy. Seeing such rudeness at this moment, his eyes turned slightly cold and he turned to look at Li Hao.

Li Hao casually raised the green sword in his hand and said indifferently:

"You seem very satisfied with your swordsmanship. Are you willing to fight me?"

When these words were spoken, everyone outside the venue was stunned.

Lin Qingying was also slightly startled, and then looked at Li Hao in a daze, but she soon came to her senses and realized that Li Hao was standing up for her.

But this kind of thing is not something that can be done on impulse.

Even though Li Hao is an alchemist, the status of Holy Son Haoyue surpasses that of high-level alchemists. If the other party dares to cripple her in public, he can naturally cripple Li Hao as well.

She suddenly became anxious and quickly pulled Li Hao: "Don't be impulsive."

"Did I hear correctly? Who is that person?"

"You actually want to challenge the Holy Son of the Bright Moon. Are you trying to gain fame through this? Even if you lose, you will still be remembered."

"Is he also the Holy Son? I've never heard of him."

"What Holy Son? He is an alchemist. Don't you know that he is Alchemist Qingfeng? He has been widely praised in the alchemist circle recently."

"Qingfeng Alchemist? So it's him?"

"What's going on? How can an alchemist like him challenge the Holy Son of Haoyue?"

"Standing up for Lin Qingying? Lin Qingying has already lost, what can he, an alchemist, do?"

"I am an alchemist, and I don't understand how terrifying the Holy Son of Haoyue is. I didn't expect that the Alchemist Qingfeng is such a person. He is so stupid."

Many disciples in the audience reacted and started talking and laughing.

On the holy platform, many holy sons and daughters were also surprised. Many of them had sent people to make friends with the alchemist Qingfeng before, but they never expected that the other party had such a deep friendship with Lin Qingying. He actually stood up for the other party at this time and chose swordsmanship. Was he so angry that he lost his mind?

"What is Qingfeng doing? Call him back quickly."

"How foolish! No matter how good his relationship with Qingying is, he cannot offend the Holy Son of Haoyue like this."

Alchemists such as Zhao Yingzhen were also anxious. They did not realize that Lin Qingying's Taoist fetus was destroyed. They only knew that Lin Qingying had lost, and lost completely.

But when disciples compete, winning and losing are common. No one thought Lin Qingying would win this battle. After all, the power that Saint Haoyue had shown slightly before was already too strong.

"He's going to take action?"

Among the inner sect disciples below the stage, Jiang Yingyue was stunned, but then her eyes suddenly lit up.

She didn't know how good Li Hao was at swordsmanship, she only knew that he was indeed talented and had comprehended the great sword techniques within ten days. However, she was obsessed with Li Hao's 97th level of the Dao Realm. If they really fought, she didn't know if she could defeat the Son of Haoyue.

"Qingfeng?"

Yao Zu was also surprised to see Li Hao step forward. She had heard Li Hao's roar before, but she didn't expect that besides them, Li Hao could also see Haoyue's little movements. She could understand why he was angrily challenging Haoyue at this moment.

However, challenging the other party with kendo is a bit irrational.

"A sword duel with you?"

When the Holy Son Haoyue heard what Li Hao said, he felt a little amused.

He also heard the discussions in the audience. He thought it was an inner disciple, but it turned out to be an alchemist. How outrageous.

He said coldly: "Since you are an alchemist and don't know the world, I will not care about your offense this time, but there must be no next time!"

After saying that, he turned around.

Li Hao didn't say anything, just glanced at the green sword in his hand, then raised his hand and slashed it casually.

It was a simple move, but as he swung it out, a terrifying and vast sword energy suddenly rushed straight into the sky.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the three-foot green sword, cutting off all the ridicules from the audience and illuminating countless eyes.

The sword energy seemed to be thirty thousand miles long, rushing straight into the sky. Following the direction in which Li Hao swung his sword, it split the entire cloud layer on the holy mountain into two, as if splitting the sky and the earth apart!

The entire battlefield was split into two halves by the mere impact of the sword energy!
The sword energy passed by the body of the Holy Son of Haoyue, and he turned around and flew away, but suddenly stopped.

The sword energy that passed by made the hairs on his body stand up in an instant, and the blood in his body seemed to coagulate in an instant, and he felt cold from head to toe.

It was as if death passed by.

If this sword had been aimed at him, he might have been seriously injured by now!

The expression of the Holy Son of Haoyue froze, and his eyes shrank slightly.

The holy mountain, which was originally noisy, suddenly became silent.

The quietly dispersed clouds were still flowing slowly, the breeze blew across the battlefield, and everything seemed quiet.

(End of this chapter)