As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

The sword light dimmed.

It looks like a gray line under the gray sky.

Even when the sword was approaching, Tulu did not feel any murderous intent.

However, by the time he discovered it, it was too late.

"laugh!"

The sword light instantly broke through Tulu's golden light. The seemingly dull sword seemed to be omnipresent in Tulu's eyes, able to break anything. It even made him feel the long-lost breath of death.

In a hurry, Tulu's whole body was shaking with golden light, and a golden world spread out. There was a towering giant tree standing, which was the Fusang Taoist seed unique to the ancient gods!

The sword light instantly broke through the golden world and left a deep sword mark on the towering tree.

"Lin Qinghe misled me!"

The moment the towering tree was cut by the sword, Tulu Wuque's golden body was broken, and dense cracks appeared on his body. Blood gushed out of his mouth, as if his entire body was about to be torn into pieces.

With just one sword strike, Tulu was seriously injured.

I felt an unprecedented fear in my heart.

The fighting ability displayed by Ye Qingtian was completely different from what Lin Qinghe said. It was just a reputation.

If he had reacted a little slower to this sword.

I'm afraid that both the physical body and the seed of the Dao will be chopped into pieces, and completely destroyed.

Tu Lu was seriously injured and dying, he was shocked and angry.

The perfect quasi-imperial spear turned into a golden lightning and struck towards Ye Qingtian. The golden light was sharp and filled with terrifying murderous intent. It pierced Ye Qingtian in an instant and nailed him to a stone wall thousands of miles away, spilling blood on the spot.

Ye Qingtian seemed not to care at all, with a slightly frown on his face. After trying to pull out the divine spear without success, he shattered his body, was reborn with blood, and appeared in front of Tulu with a sword in his hand.

"madman!"

Tulu's face changed instantly. He never expected that Ye Qingtian was so powerful that he could instantly reunite his body after being nailed to death by the quasi-imperial soldier.

He casually summoned the Quasi-Imperial Spear, without bothering to stop Ye Qingtian, and turned to flee towards Beiyuan.

He was really afraid that Ye Qingtian would hit him with the sword again.

Death would not be a threat, but the hunting battlefield was about to begin. If I were seriously injured now, I would become the prey of those saints.

Ye Qingtian stood straight where he was, holding the sword and looking expressionlessly in the direction he left.

No one could see that under the white clothes, there was a blood hole growing between the chest and abdomen. The murderous intent left in the body by the quasi-imperial soldier did not disappear because he reshaped his body, and it even continued to deprive him of his vitality.

He was already seriously injured and was already at the end of his strength.

If Tulu had the courage to risk his life, he wouldn't even need to hold the quasi-imperial weapon. He could completely kill Ye Qingtian with just a slight move.

Just when Tulu left.

The contemporary female swordsman Ye Qingtian appeared on Zhulu Plain. Her figure was as fast as a startled wild goose, as if she had shrunk the mountains and rivers and teleported there in an instant. Even because her speed was too fast, her face, which was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered, turned pale.

There was scarlet blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

His straight sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned, and he raised his hand and drew a sword.

The sword comes out and opens the sky.

A dazzling sword light was like the upside-down Milky Way, rising straight into the sky.

The sword light was pointing at the bright moon in the sky.

The terrifying sword light slashed towards the seemingly frozen world, breaking the bright moon in it, and actually separated Fu Qiang's innate magical power "Moon in the Mirror" with one sword.

However, there was no joy on her face.

Even his brows became more solemn.

Because this sword did not truly open the sky.

In just a moment, the moon in the mirror returned to its place and turned into a bright moon.

The world around the bonfire once again turned into a painting...

From Zheng Xiuxiu and Fu Qiang turning into the moon, to Tulu appearing, and even Ye Qingtian's sword of creation at this moment, all happened in a blink of an eye, and the sword lights of the Fairy Bi Luo were still on the way.

But no matter how slow her sword is.

There will be a time when it will fall.

Ye Qingtian looked at Chen Zhian who was locked in the painting and the sword of Fairy Biluo that was almost on his neck, and his usually cold face showed a rare look of sadness.