741: C741 Killing a Nine Star Martial King!

C741 Killing a Nine Star Martial King!

Wang Xiaojian had killed five of the core higher-ups of the Pure Yang Sect, causing his points and experience to greatly increase.

Xiaoqiao's level had continuously risen by two levels, reaching the level of a two star Demon King.

Looking at the drops of fresh blood on Wang Xiaojian's Silver Snake Sword.

At the foot of the mountain, the plains were deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Wang Xiaojian's back in shock.

There was also someone who recited the poem that Wang Xiaojian had just recited.

Even an uncultured martial artist could hear that this poem was extraordinary.

As for him, he recited it in the midst of battle.

The wine will be poured and the cup will not stop.

He had obviously killed someone in the battle, but it was filled with his concept.

Everyone was looking at Wang Xiaojian.

Wang Xiaojian held onto the Silver Snake Sword, and looked at the pale Golden Eagle Sect Third Young Master Han Hao, and then, his gaze landed on Qiu Shengjie.

Qiu Shengjie's face became gloomy, he did not expect Wang Xiaojian to have such abilities.

This was a true combination of both civil and martial arts.

Compared to him, the heaven's pride level experts of their Golden Eagle Sect were far too weak.

In fact, in Qiu Shengjie's eyes, the talent of the person in front of him, surpassed all the other experts in the Molo Country.

Even in the entire history of Tianxia Country, there were very few poems that could compare to Wang Xiaojian's!

It was unprecedented, unprecedented.

This was a true genius.

However, compared to Wang Xiaojian killing people, Qiu Shengjie was even more confused how Wang Xiaojian was going to block that fatal strike.

He had clearly been struck by the six Martial Kings' strongest combined attack. Yet, he had actually been left completely unscathed.

His heart trembled as he looked at Wang Xiaojian and asked: "Wang Xiaojian, how did you do that?! "Why aren't you injured?!"

Holding the Silver Snake Sword in his hand, Wang Xiaojian walked slowly towards Qiu Shengjie with a cold smile on his handsome face, "You have no right to know. All you know is that you're going to die soon. "

Qiu Shengjie's face changed, holding onto the Emperor Profound Sword, he shouted angrily at Wang Xiaojian, "Wang Xiaojian, don't be arrogant, your sword technique just now, although it was powerful, but you do not have the qualifications to kill me. It can't kill me! "

"Is that so?"

Looking at Qiu Shengjie's conceited appearance, Wang Xiaojian laughed in disdain and asked: "What about this move?"

"What move?"

Elder Qiu was startled, he did not expect Wang Xiaojian to have another move.

A bad feeling emerged in his heart, but right after, he saw the corner of Wang Xiaojian's mouth curl into a smile.

A bone-chilling smile.

It was like the laughter of a death god.

"Green Lotus – Sword Song!"

Weng! *

Facing towards Qiu Shengjie, Wang Xiaojian flicked his sword and released a wave of clear, trembling sounds.

And then, the ringing of the sword became a melodious song.

Sometimes, the song would be loud and clear, and everything would be quiet and serene.

It was pleasant to listen to, just like the celestial sound in the sky.

As the song echoed out, everyone in the plain was drawn to the song.

A beautiful scene appeared in his mind …

In the Immortal Bamboo Forest, a white-robed sword immortal was singing and practicing his swordsmanship.

He was surrounded by immortal energy, and his movements were nimble and unrestrained.

Every time he stabbed out with his sword, a bright sword qi would condense and pierce through the sky.

Every time a sword qi condensed, the song would follow.

Accompanied by the ringing of the sword, it resounded in all directions.

In an instant, just as the song reached its climax, a bright sword Qi descended from the sky like a galaxy.

A long song, One Sword in the Sky.

Sword of the Great River, from the sky!

Weng ~

The cry of the sword became a melodious song.

Contained within was an endless amount of killing intent that sprinkled onto the world.

Under the shocked gaze of the Golden Eagle Sect's Fourth Elder Qiu Shengjie, who was on the plaza, Wang Xiaojian's body merged with the sword aura that was coming from the sky.

And then, it transformed into a light that destroyed the entire world.

Shua shua shua shua shua!

The criss-crossing sword qi was invincible.

They passed by Qiu Shengjie's body.

Qiu Shengjie's body was instantly slashed by the Sword Qi.

The white beard was cut in half, and his robes were torn apart.

The tendons in his arms and legs were severed.

His unbreakable Internal Armour was torn apart by the Sword Qi, and wounds continued to appear all over his body, with blood dripping profusely.

Ahh ~

Qiu Shengjie opened his mouth and let out a mournful and terrified scream.

However, no matter how miserable it was, it could not stop the sword qi of the Green Lotus Sword Song.

In the midst of the painful howls, Qiu Shengjie held onto the Emperor Profound Sword's body, and continued to bleed.

Following which, the bright sword aura turned into an endless sword that slashed across Qiu Shengjie's neck.

It pierced through the air, transforming into an eternal glow.

Swish!

Wang Xiaojian's body that was holding onto the sword, condensed behind Qiu Shengjie.

Qiu Shengjie's body became stiff, and stood at his original position.

His eyes were wide open, blood dripping all over his body. He was still holding onto the golden Emperor Profound Sword, and his face had an extremely terrified expression.

When the sword qi dissipated.

Suddenly, he saw the Immortal.

However, it was not a sword immortal, but an undead one.

It had come from hell and was dragging his body with a death grip, attempting to drag his soul into hell.

"No!"

Under numerous shocked gazes, Qiu Shengjie let out a terrified roar.

However, just as the sound spread out …

Blood splattered all over his body.

Bang bang bang bang ~

Heart, arms, thighs, chest, abdomen...

As the blood mist exploded, the life force in his body began to rapidly fade.

Immediately after, his neck exploded and his head flew into the air, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Qiu Shengjie's head flew very high.

In the moment that Qiu Shengjie's consciousness sunk into complete darkness due to fear, he saw his own headless corpse, which slowly fell to the ground.

Blood covered the ground!

Bang!

Tumbledown!

Qiu Shengjie's head landed on the grassland, and rolled for a long distance before stopping.

Everywhere it passed, it was filled with dark red blood.

He died, but he died with grievance.

The head that was rolling on the ground still had its fierce eyes open.

At the foot of the mountain, on the plains.

The surrounding martial artists.

An expert of Spiritual Sword Sect, a disciple.

a disciple of the Pure Yang Sect.

When everyone saw this, their breathing quickened, and their hearts almost stopped beating.

They opened their eyes wide and looked at Qiu Shengjie whose head was missing.

This was the fourth elder of Golden Eagle Sect, an expert of Nine-star Martial King.

With a single palm, he could destroy a mountain.

To them, they were existences akin to deities.

However, he was killed by Wang Xiaojian in one slash?

His head was separated from his body, and he died a horrible death!

The people at the foot of the mountain looked on in shock.

Then, someone cheered.

The faces of the Pure Yang Sect Warriors and disciples turned ashen, their bodies went limp as they fell to the ground.

They were not dead.

However, at this moment, their faith had been completely destroyed.

He had lost all will to fight!

The remaining surviving elders of the Pure Yang Sect also had ashen faces.

Allow the Spiritual Sword Sect experts and disciples to place their swords on their necks.

In the upper echelons of the Pure Yang Sect, from the head, deputy head, administrative elder, and hall master, all died.

Their Pure Yang Sect s existed only in name, and their backers, their Golden Eagle Sect s, were all dead as well.

They no longer had any reason to resist.

All of his hopes had been completely shattered.

His heart sank to the abyss.

The disciples of the Spiritual Sword Sect were all looking at Wang Xiaojian with shocked expressions.

Even though they had already known from the beginning that Wang Xiaojian was not an ordinary person, they still couldn't help but laugh.

Country Guardian General and Lee Bai were undefeatable.

However, when they saw that Wang Xiaojian, who was originally about to be killed, had killed five higher ups of the Martial King Pure Yang Sect consecutively, and in the end, also killed Nine-star Martial King …

Their hearts were still strongly shocked.

At the same time that they were shocked, their hearts burned with passion.

Because, this was them, Wang Xiaojian, this was Lee Bai!2

and also the Young Master of their Spiritual Sword Sect.

It was their pride!

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