Emperor Qiankun

at this time.

Li Qingyuan's eyes were sharp, and he immediately sheathed his sword.

He immediately turned around and stepped out with the Big Dipper Step.

As if riding the wind, her figure was graceful yet exuded a sharp killing intent.

He sped straight toward the early stage of the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm who was blocking his way.

As the deadline approaches.

Li Qingyuan waved his hand suddenly, as if he were a god who controlled the power of heaven and earth, and the Immortal Slaughtering Formation roared to life.

In an instant, a streak of blood-red light appeared like a dazzling firework, shooting into the sky and piercing the clouds.

The green sword hummed as if in celebration, its sword energy surging forth like a mighty river.

Like the setting sun pouring down under a clear blue sky, casting a golden glow that illuminated the entire space.

The cultivator only felt a blur before his eyes before being enveloped by this terrifying sword energy.

The terrifying scene was like a ferocious beast baring its fangs and claws, which terrified him and made him tremble uncontrollably.

A sense of fear suddenly arose in my heart!

He wanted to turn around and back, but he felt as if his body was bound by invisible shackles, frozen in place, unable to move an inch.

They could only watch helplessly as a sharp, azure light flashed like lightning through the storm of slaughter.

It pierced through his defenses in an instant, slicing open his head...

The end of consciousness.

Warm blood flowed into his eyes, staining them red.

That bloody and horrifying scene seemed to be the final snapshot of his life.

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Then, the green sword, dripping with blood, continued its surging forward.

It seemed like a tireless, relentless beast, intent on annihilating all its enemies.

Following closely behind was the ever-expanding sword formation and the surging storm of slaughter!

Wherever it went, it seemed to devour everything in its path.

Li Qingyuan stopped, standing proudly in the center, his posture as upright as a pine tree, coldly gazing ahead, like an inviolable war god.

On the other side, a group of cultivators were truly terrified, their hearts filled with shock and disbelief.

Is this child really that terrifying?

How could he possibly overcome several realm differences and defeat a master at the ninth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm?

Where exactly is his limit?

Is that human being?

Numerous thoughts surged within them, like a turbulent tide that was difficult to quell.

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But now is clearly not the time to think about these things.

Faced with this desperate situation, some cultivators on the other side forced themselves to calm down and quickly organized a defense.

They first tightly shielded the boy behind them, as if he were their last hope and bottom line.

Then they stepped forward together, their steps firm yet tense, to meet the raging blue sword and the storm of slaughter.

At this very moment, they acted simultaneously, coordinating perfectly and quickly forming a battle formation.

A surge of celestial energy, like a raging river, filled the surroundings.

Various forms of celestial energy materialized, some transforming into ferocious giant beasts, baring their fangs and claws, seemingly ready to devour everything;

Some transformed into sharp sword blades, gleaming with a cold light and exuding a fierce killing intent;

Some transformed into thick shields, as solid as rocks, attempting to withstand the surging attack.

These manifested celestial energies worked together, enveloping the heavens and the earth, forming an impregnable defensive line.

“Boom, crack, crack—”

The green sword's forward offensive was instantly forced to stop.

As if suppressed by the dense, almost tangible, protective energy in front of them, they emitted muffled sounds.

But what followed was a raging storm of slaughter that swept in like a whirlwind, with a destructive force.

In the blink of an eye, it crushed those special gases that had taken the form of qi.

Like a devastating blow, it vanished into nothingness, dissipating into the air.

Moreover, the Immortal Slaughtering Formation grew larger and larger, like a bottomless black hole, constantly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth along its path, its momentum becoming increasingly magnificent.

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"Boom——"

The massive sword formation diagram, like a giant net that blots out the sky, completely covered the 300th Ascending Dragon Platform in almost an instant.

The sword formation was filled with flashing light and crisscrossing sword energy, as if thousands of sharp blades were whistling through the air.

However, Li Qingyuan was completely unaffected by this powerful sword formation.

He remained upright and proud, standing tall and proud.

He exuded an extraordinary aura, possessing unparalleled elegance, like a war god who had walked out of ancient times.

On the other hand, his opponents are now in dire straits.

They were so overwhelmed by the powerful pressure of the sword formation that even drawing their weapons became extremely difficult.

Their faces were flushed, like ripe apples, and their breathing was heavy and rapid.

It was as if every breath required all the strength of the body.

In some cases, the flow of qi and blood even reverses!

Like a raging river suddenly flowing backward, it impacted their meridians.

Even the meridians began to show tiny cracks...

The pain surged like a tide, causing them unbearable suffering.

They felt that their overall condition was terrible and they were extremely uncomfortable.

It was as if I were in an endless abyss, with no strength left to resist.

Not to mention protecting the boy who was seen as a hope.

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Seeing this, Li Qingyuan remained calm, merely making a grasping motion with one hand and uttering a soft shout:

"Overlord Palm!"

In an instant, a giant golden hand appeared in the void.

The giant hand shone brightly, as if it were made of pure gold, and exuded a chilling aura as it descended upon the boy.

The boy initially wanted to resist, but a resolute glint flashed in his eyes as he tried to mobilize the profound energy within his body.

But for some reason, the profound energy within his body was as if frozen, and he could not mobilize it at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the golden hand grabbed him and captured him alive.

The boy was still struggling desperately, waving his hands and kicking his legs with all his might...

But then I suddenly realized...

The more he struggled, the tighter the golden hand gripped him!

It was like a merciless iron clamp, squeezing his bones so hard they creaked, making him feel suffocated, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

The giant hand lifted off the ground in an instant and rose into the air.

As the boy was wondering what was going on, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

He felt himself being squeezed by a tremendous force, as if it were going to crush him.

Soon, the boy was crushed by the golden hand!

There was no sign of life, and no remains of the dead.

It simply turned into a cloud of blood mist and fell down, soaking the entire body of the group of youths who were suppressed and unable to move.

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