Deep inside the formation hall.

There is a secret room here, where the Sword Void God is in seclusion.

For a strong man at the level of Jianxu Shenzun, seclusion is a common occurrence.

Nothing to do, so I'll just retreat for a while.

When I feel better, I’ll take a break.

Because the Immortal of Longevity had returned to the headquarters of the Alchemy Hall, it was unknown what the Divine Master Jianxu was doing here.

He didn't dare to take the initiative to go to the Locking Immortal Gate to disturb Qin Lang.

So he thought of going into seclusion and waiting for a while, waiting for the Immortal of Longevity to come back.

However, just when he was in seclusion.

The restrictions he set outside the secret room were directly broken.

There was a loud "bang".

The wall of the secret room was smashed to pieces.

When the restriction was broken, the God of Sword Void had already awakened from his seclusion.

He fixed his eyes on the figure flying in, then stood up and stopped the person with his palms.

The powerful impact caused him to take a few steps back due to inertia.

"Green lantern?"

The Sword Void God was stunned.

He then realized that the person he caught was actually the guardian of the Formation Hall, Patriarch Qingdeng.

The Qingdeng Patriarch, as an existence that leads to the fairyland, was actually so badly injured at this time.

What is going on?

Patriarch Qingdeng raised his head weakly, and when he saw Lord Jianxu, he used the remaining strength in his body to slowly raise his hand, stretched out his finger, and pointed in the direction he was flying from.

"God... Lord, help me..."

His eyes were full of pleading, and his voice was stumbling and weak.

After saying this, he leaned into the arms of Lord Jianxu and passed out.

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of Jianxu God.

Who is it?

How dare you come to the Formation Hall and act wild!

Moreover, the guardian of the Formation Hall was seriously injured!

Do you really think that he, the guest official of the Formation Hall, is just a decoration?

"snort!"

Followed by a cold snort.

The God of Jianxu laid the Qingdeng Patriarch flat on the ground.

The long sword on his back had been unsheathed and was floating behind him.

The sword trembled slightly, as if it was thirsty for blood.

Follow the side of Lord Jianxu God, because Lord Jianxu God is so famous.

It has not drunk blood for a long time!

Now, it is finally time for it to show its power. Its blade is already thirsty!

“Clang, clang, clang…”

It continuously emitted sword sounds, urging the Sword God to urge on.

The Sword Void God had a cold expression.

He did not give a response, but spiritual power was already surging from his body.

Spiritual power is attached to the long sword.

As a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, he bent his sword.

The long sword floating behind him turned into wind and thunder and rushed forward.

The Sword Void God himself also slowly walked towards that direction.

He was neither hurried nor slow, but calm and composed.

He is very confident in his own strength.

There was no doubt at all that his sword could not kill the person who had seriously injured Qingdeng Patriarch.

He is not the Qingdeng Patriarch.

The Qingdeng Patriarch is leading to the fairyland, but he has not yet reached the peak.

And he is at the peak eighth level of the Immortal Realm!

There are only a few strong people in the world, um...except the guy who locks the Immortal Gate.

The sword blade broke through the air.

In an instant, the sword of the God of Sword Void, with an unstoppable momentum, arrived at the hall of the Formation Hall.

The sword was aimed at Qin Lang's back.

At this time, Qin Lang had just finished speaking to Lu Yuan with a smile.

He seemed unaware of the long sword rushing towards him from behind.

Because Qin Lang was blocking the way, Lu Yuan did not notice the sword of the God of Sword Void.

The other formation masters in the formation hall did see it.

However, the powerful spiritual power attached to the sword shocked them and made them stand there in a daze.

Just as the long sword was getting closer and closer and was only one step away from Qin Lang.

Behind Qin Lang, a big hand stretched out from his clothes.

The oppressive feeling this big hand gave to the many formation masters in the formation hall was stronger than the long sword of the God Jianxu!

The long sword came to an abrupt stop in mid-air.

The original indomitable momentum is gone.

Instead, there was trembling.

Its sword body was trembling, and it wanted to make a sword sound to beg for mercy.

But this big hand didn't give him any chance at all.

He simply raised his hand and slapped the sword of the God of Sword Void.

"Master Luyuan, isn't that right? It was Patriarch Qingdeng who did it just now, right?"

Qin Lang is talking to Lu Yuan.

After hearing a "bang" sound, there was another "click" sound.

He looked back in confusion, wanting to see what was happening.

But all I saw was a broken sword on the ground.

Qin Lang took a quick glance and didn't think much about it.

After all, it's a broken sword and not valuable.

As for the owner of the sword, he estimated it to be the Qingdeng Patriarch.

As a senior and powerful person, isn’t it normal for Qingdeng Patriarch to have a sword?

As for why the sword broke...

He guessed that when Patriarch Qingdeng attacked just now, he was hurt by the rebound of the anti-injury talisman and wanted to use his sword to block it, but the sword was too weak and broke into two pieces, flying high up, and only fell to the ground just now.

"Master Luyuan?"

Qin Lang turned his head again and looked at Lu Yuan, who was a little surprised, with confusion.

"Ah?" Lu Yuan quickly came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! It was the old ancestor Qingdeng who did it!"

Since Lu Yuan had said so, Qin Lang felt relieved.

"So, if anything happens, it has nothing to do with me..."

at the same time.

Lord Jianxu, who was walking towards the hall with a leisurely pace, suddenly stumbled.

"puff!"

Scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

Who is it?

Could it destroy his natal magic weapon that was close to being an immortal weapon?

Although his sword is not a magic weapon yet.

But among the semi-immortal weapons, it is already top-notch and only one step away from becoming an immortal weapon!

Such a powerful life-saving magic weapon was actually... destroyed?

His life magic weapon was destroyed and his body was also severely damaged.

The one who can do this, couldn't it be... him?

Ancestor Jianxu was stunned.

He supported his weak body and ran quickly towards the hall.

As he got closer to the hall, he also saw Qin Lang's back.

He was extremely frightened.

"It is indeed him, Junior Master Qin Lang from the Suoxian Sect..."

The God of Sword Void is about to cry.

What the hell is going on!

How did Patriarch Qingdeng provoke Qin Lang and cause him to be seriously injured by Qin Lang?

hateful!

If it weren’t for the Old Ancestor Qingdeng, his natal magic weapon would not have been destroyed!

Now he could be said to hate the Qingdeng Patriarch to the core.

If it weren't for the fact that Patriarch Qingdeng was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he himself was also seriously injured because his life-saving magic weapon was destroyed, he really wanted to beat Patriarch Qingdeng to death again!

"No, no, I have to explain it to him!"

The God of Sword Void was anxious.

Even though he is seriously injured now, he doesn't care and wants to find Qin Lang to explain to him that this is just a misunderstanding.

Just now he was controlling his natal flying sword and wanted to kill Qin Lang!

No matter who it is, I'm afraid they will feel angry.

As he staggered, the brows of the Sword Void God were furrowed.

Cracks appeared on the ground of the formation hall around his natal flying sword that had been broken into two pieces.

"This is?"

The Sword Void God was stunned.

It seemed that the attack that destroyed his natal flying sword was too powerful.

Not only did it break the flying sword, it even seeped into the ground...

“Ka-ka-ka…”

The sound of the ground cracking became louder and louder.

Debris has already fallen from the roof of the Formation Hall.