As the empress who breaks off her engagement at the beginning, I choose the evil little black lotus.

"Is this the Heavenly Sword Intent?"

Inside the Holy Land Courtyard.

A calloused hand caught a piece of red maple carved like rain.

It's no wonder that Lord Dao splashed ink on the red maples all over the city with ink!

However, Hong Feng, infected with the sword intention, easily cut open the palm of Ya Sheng's hand, which was as solid as black iron.

The head of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Blade Sect, who came to Beijing to meet the emperor, raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On the other hand, although his son is not as good as his father, he can judge the grade of the sword's intention from a wisp of sword energy coming from the scattered intention.

But as a sword cultivator, I also had goosebumps all over my body at this moment.

It is like the beasts seeing the unicorn, and the birds hearing the phoenix singing.

People will remember that on this day in the Great Yan Emperor's Capital, an inconspicuous woman beheaded a saint with a sword, and used a hatchet to cut out a corner of the sky in the sea of ​​​​stars in the sky.

"Old ancestor!" As Ma Lingsu and others exclaimed, the dark sword light passed by, and Li Qingfeng's head with a look of horror also flew high.

The golden divine blood rushed up more than three hundred feet from the fractured part of the head and neck.

Of course, as a life lamp shattered, Li Qingfeng's beheaded body also dispersed into a pattern of light in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, it was just a moment, or not even a moment, there was no time interval.

In the same place, another intact Li Qingfeng was reborn.

"who are you?"

When the newly born Li Qingfeng looked at Liu Zhenzhen again, there was no trace of desire anymore, only fear remained.

The thing that can destroy delusion the fastest is fear.

Although, the sword strike just now only reached the limit of the other side realm, and was still a hair away from becoming a saint.

But Li Qingfeng knew that it was definitely not a sword that could be wielded by the other shore realm.

When this woman swung the knife, every pore in her body was spitting out cold air.

He could not see through the cultivation of the woman in front of him. At first glance, she looked like an ordinary mortal. She was probably a saint like him.

And it is very likely that it is not just the mental image state, but a higher preaching state, or even the immortal state!

Liu Zhenzhen didn't want to answer this question.

In her eyes, the current Li Qingfeng was just like the wooden ones in the imperial mausoleum.

The wood couldn't threaten her, and neither could he.

Wood can't hide, and neither can he.

All Liu Zhenzhen has to think about is a few chops. It's best if it can be solved within nine knives.

But now she can only suppress her cultivation below the saint level. I'm afraid it's not that simple.

After thinking about it, she set a goal for herself, thirty-six cuts.

After thirty-six cuts, he was turned into firewood and left to Su Yan.

Just like in the past, when Su Yan couldn't cut those strong Tianyin trees, she would do it first and then let him process it again.

And in Bai Su's mental world.

After Bai Su was embarrassed at the beginning, he finally settled those two naughty children.

In the final analysis, although the two of them had relied on their powerful true spirits and the Emperor Wu's prenatal teachings to achieve master cultivation in their mother's womb, in front of an old ghost in the holy realm who had lived for endless years and was a sword master in his previous life, This level of cultivation is actually almost nothing.

With the heaven-level sword intention brought from his previous life, he can indeed surpass Bai Su in the level of sword intention.

But just like the tragedy that happened to Sword Saint Ye Buyi, even the heaven-level sword intention has its limitations.

When emperors and saints become ants, they will be trampled to death!

So what if the sword intent can multiply their strength a hundred times.

Those who deserve to be women still have to become women, and those who deserve to be spanked still have to be spanked.

Just like a sharp needle, it can poke a hole in the paper at first, but the size of the needle is too small after all!

Bai Su was just caught off guard at the beginning and took action because he was worried about Gu Nanyi.

After realizing it, it was still impossible to fall into the hands of two children under the age of zero.

"What kind of sword intent is this? There is a heaven-level sword intent that we have never seen before?"

In the mental world, Lu Zixuan and Ji Xiang looked at each other in disbelief. Transparent snowflakes falling all over the sky.

No matter it's the golden sword fire blooming like stars in the void.

Or the boundless purple sword lotus on the earth.

In this vast and majestic snow that seems to never stop, everything is gradually submerged, turning into a vast expanse of white and really clean.

However, what shocked them was not the scale of the snow.

In terms of sheer power, they are nothing more than a tiger falling out of proportion.

An old ghost in the holy realm was not yet in the eyes of the two former quasi-emperors.

Rather, it was the sword intent used to suppress them.

This was a heaven-level sword intent that they had never heard of before.

Moreover, they all realized that this sword intention was fundamentally different from all the sword intentions they knew.

Lu Zixuan: "Flawless!"

Ji Xiang: "It's almost enchanting!"

"What about this? After you come out, ask your father." Bai Su said.

What she was using at this time was Su Yan's Wuxue Sword Intent, which was derived from Taoxue Sword Intent.

At this time, Lu Zixuan and Ji Xiang thought at the same time, could their father in this body also be a swordsman saint?

At this time, they went through all the sword masters in the world system in their minds, but none of them looked like them.

Bai Su sneered: "Don't think about it. Now, you two unfilial girls, let my grandma teach you a lesson before you are born, and teach you what it means to be filial to your parents."

Lu Zixuan and Ji Xiang: "?"

Bai Su tied up the two of them with sword locks and hung them high. Then he used his sword as a slap and began to pull them from left to right without any ceremony.

"Snapped!"

"What! Do you know that you are blaspheming?"

Lu Zixuan's eyes widened, and he felt humiliated.

"I am the God of Haoran!"

"Oh, it turns out to be God Haoran!"

Bai Su was happy.

"So, you are the Wuyue Sword Master, right?"

Bai Su looked at Ji Xiang on the other side.

"Since you know, why don't you let me go quickly? Do you want to be thrown into the sword prison?"

"Hahahahaha..."

"I see!"

Under the incredible gazes of Lu Zixuan and Ji Xiang, the crazy woman with a sword in her chest, after hearing this, instead of showing any fear on her face, she clapped her hands and raised her head to the sky laughing.

"Incomprehensible!"

"Is there something wrong?"

This was the first time Lu Zixuan and Ji Xiang laughed after hearing their identities.

In this world system, the status of the sword masters of the four major sword worlds in sword cultivation is equal to that of gods.

When the superior officers heard it, they got up and chased it; when the sergeants heard it, they respected it and learned from it; when the inferior officers heard it, they were greatly frightened.

But the old ghost in front of him actually looked up to the sky and laughed!