When the Jian Ge disciples heard that Chen Huai'an was going to quit Jian Ge, they finally came to their senses from the shock.

"Ancestor, no! Jian Ge cannot exist without you!"

"Ancestor, there must be some misunderstanding here. When the Pavilion Master and the elders come back, let's discuss it carefully."

"Why, do you think that my disciple is protecting evil cultivators?" Chen Huaian squinted in the direction of the Jian Ge Dojo.

"No, Grandmaster, we believe in Junior Sister."

"Everyone has seen how Junior Sister treats us. I believe what Junior Sister says."

"The Holy Land is indeed suspicious. Until now, there is no trace of our brothers and sisters. Maybe they were captured by the Holy Land."

Among all the cultivators present, only the disciples of Jian Ge still believed what Li Qingran said.

The culture of Jian Ge is different from other sects, and they do not worship the holy land that much.

To put it bluntly, although Jian Ge was poor, it would give its disciples everything they deserved, without any exploitation or infighting.

All of them have only one goal, which is to go further on the sword path.

"Yes, I have not trained you in vain. Tell that kid Su Qinian that I like Jian Ge very much... With you here, Jian Ge will last forever!"

Chen Huai'an withdrew his gaze.

It is precisely because the sword pavilion is precious that he wants to protect it.

Now that he has drawn a clear line with the Sword Pavilion, in front of so many sects, it will be difficult for the Fenjing Holy Land to openly cause trouble for the Sword Pavilion in the future.

Of course, there is one more thing.

He wants to kill me now.

Fen Bu saw the murderous intent bursting out of Chen Huai'an's eyes, and was already afraid, "Since you insist on saying so, then wait until the secret realm is closed, and then the true power of the holy land will come out..."

"wait?"

The sword tip shook, and a green light split the air.

"You dare to trap my disciple with the Buddha's light? Today, I will use your Buddha's light to wash my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword cultivator disappeared from the spot, leaving only a sword formation protecting the two women.

Fen 뀞's brows furrowed, he looked up and saw that the black-robed swordsman had actually arrived in front of him.

Those eyes filled with murderous intent were hidden in the shadows of the hanging hair, with their backs to the sky, like two points of cold light.

"Prajnaparamita Buddha! The mighty heavenly dragon handprint!" Fen Bu wanted to use his strongest magical power to fight against the sword.

He was only at the first level of the Void Realm, and although he didn't know what realm the other party was at, judging from the feeling of oppression, he was definitely no match for him.

You must go all out!

However, before the Arhat's golden body could form the seal, a line of blood appeared at his throat.

“The vast sky is but a trace.” Chen Huaian stood on the shoulder of Arhat’s golden body and shook his hands to form a sword flower.

The golden body of the Arhat suddenly shattered, revealing his true form amidst the Sanskrit texts. He stood on the head of a bull-like monster, emitting a glazed light all over his body, except for a noticeable sword mark on his neck. As Chen Huai'an's gaze fell, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"There are many incarnations, but none of them are small."

“Let your disciple try and see if this is a trick or not!” Fen knew that he was no match for Chen Huaian, so he grabbed the sword formation with one hand, trying to destroy it and kidnap Li Qingran, but the sword light was faster than his palm, and with the sound of the void tearing, his Buddha's hand was cut off by the sword.

"How could a disciple of the Burning Holy Land resort to such a despicable trick? Stop it."

The murderous intent in Chen Huai'an's eyes grew stronger again.

Fen Bu's repeated attack on Li Qingran had completely infuriated him.

"Thousands of countless calamities are all contained in this sword."

Green Lotus Sword Classic-Sword Style Nine-Enjoy the Rest.

As soon as the words fell, the sword's will rose.

Fen felt murderous intent everywhere, and everything around him was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The world was completely black and white, with only the figure holding the sword in the air still having color.

The dark clouds cast a silver glow on the ground. The figure staggered and gradually turned into layers of phantom swords dancing.

"When the wine jug is tipped, the candlelight is in disarray; before the sword is wielded, frost condenses. The autumn rain hanging in the hall acts as a mirror, reflecting the drunken eyes of the madman."

As the last word fell, Chen Huai'an stepped on the shattered moonlight.

The countless sword dancing shadows behind him instantly merged into one.

He grasped the sword with his backhand, the breeze blew the gray hair beside his ears, and his slightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Huh——!

The white python splits the sky and the sword soars into the clouds.

There is no stopping it, no hiding from it.

Fen stared, and a gust of wind blew over him, leaving a thin line between his eyebrows.

The golden body collapsed and the remains fell to the ground.

The sword energy tore the soul into pieces.

When Chen Huai'an sheathed his sword, the monks around him heard the sound of sword energy flying past.

In their eyes, the horror that Fen saw was nothing more than Chen Huaian walking past him.

That's all.

"I am so wild and happy, and I am half-hearted and willing to sacrifice myself for the sword."

Chen Huai'an muttered to himself, stroking the hilt of the sword with his fingers.

This sword made the elders who wanted to come out of Fenjing Holy Land to teach together with Fen immediately retreat and shrink back.

What a joke.

All the elders of this holy land were slaughtered.

In the secret realm, the incarnation was slaughtered.

Fortunately, the resources had been taken away by another Fen Jing disciple and hidden.

They just have to wait to become the next holy land Buddha.

There is no need to be tough with this unknown and terrifying sword fairy.

Even if we take a step back, wouldn't it be nice if the secret realm is opened and Fen Ye Zhen comes out to deal with this arrogant swordsman?

Under Chen Huai'an's pressure, the entrance to the secret realm was silent.

Li Qingran stayed obediently in the sword formation, his eyes closely following the figure of his master, fearing that his master would be hurt.

At this moment, the secret musical note on her waist, which had been unresponsive, began to move.

"It's Senior Sister!"

Maybe Yue Qianchi has already rescued the relatives of Jiange?

She quickly took out the secret note and looked at it, but there were only three words on it.

【Kill Song Chiyue, quickly! 】

Kill Song Chiyue? !

Li Qingran looked around but did not see Song Chiyue.

However, since the magic circle was a trick played by the Holy Land, then the Holy Lady of the Yaochi Holy Land is not a good person.

The Kengai clan leader must have been killed by them.

"Master, kill Song Chiyue!" She clasped her hands to her mouth, mobilized her spiritual energy and shouted at Chen Huaian.

"Okay!" Chen Huaian narrowed his eyes.

He had memorized Song Chiyue's aura when he entered the secret realm before.

Now it is not too easy to find a place by relying on the spiritual consciousness of the cave realm.

But I looked around but didn't see it.

Just when he was about to use the divination of the universe.

A beam of light from a teleportation array flickered near the burning corpse.

Song Chiyue walked out surrounded by a group of Yao Chi's disciples, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

The next second, a chilling murderous intent had already descended upon his head.

“You dare?!” In the Yaochi Holy Land Dojo, several elders in the Dongxu Realm were furious and attacked one after another.

Even if they were killed, after all, they were in a cooperative or competitive relationship.

Anyway, death is good for Yao Chi. But now they have to attack the Saint of Yao Chi, what else should they do?

Chen Huai'an said nothing, and drew out his sword repeatedly to force back the elders.

The last sword fell from the sky.

Sword Style Eleven – Sword Falling into the Galaxy.

Like the Milky Way rolling upside down and falling from the sky.

Boom——!

A silver-white sword curtain swept past.

There are many bottomless abysses among the hundred thousand mountains.

The saint of Yaochi, Yaochi's disciple, was crushed into dust.

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