Being able to sustain in the Xinghe Sect sword formation for so long without even showing signs of defeat, the strength of the middle-aged man definitely shocked Qinghe. What a genius Qinglian was back then, the sword formation she created was more impressive than her swordsmanship.

Amazing people.

"The Xinghe Sect Sword Formation...the best sword formation in the world...is a joke in front of me, Lan Jingshan."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he felt that the speed of the sword array had slowed down, and he could faintly hear the faint breathing of the disciples of the Galaxy Sect. With a sneer on his face, the Dragon Sword thrust out at a strange angle.

Lan Jingshan's sword was too fast. After the sword shadow flickered, a line of blood sprayed in the air, and then a corpse fell heavily to the ground, and a Xinghe Sect disciple's throat was pierced.

"asshole…"

Qinghua couldn't help but curse in a low voice. Just when he finished cursing, there was a burst of cold air from behind. He didn't bother to look back, and his body sank suddenly, rolling on the spot when he was close to the ground. Fortunately, he reacted

Quickly enough, at his original position, a sword was stuck in the ground and swinging.

Qinghua couldn't care less about his embarrassed appearance. He was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked by the big man in an instant.

"The monkey's reaction is quite fast, but I don't know if you will be able to react next time."

The voice rang in Qinghua's ears, and when he turned around to look around, the palm of his hand was getting bigger and bigger in his horrified eyes.

Snapped!

The loud slap was particularly crisp. Qinghua's body leaned back and flew backwards in the air. The blood spit out from his mouth spilled into the air, and finally dyed his face and clothes red.

Bang…

His body fell to the ground, and Qinghua struggled to get up. The excruciating pain told him that his bones were broken and he could not stand up again. There was nothing he could do in his life.

"Qinghua..."

Seeing that his disciple was seriously injured, Qinghe wanted to save Qinghua, but as soon as she made a move, she was stopped by Hou Yuan. The two were of equal strength, and it was difficult for Qinghe to get rid of Hou Yuan's blockage.

"Senior brother..."

Behind Lan Jingshan, the disciples of the Xinghe Sect rushed forward desperately. Qinghua was injured, and the Xinghe Sect's sword formation lost its core, and the sword formation was broken.

"The ants are really pathetic and stupid. They come here knowing they are going to die."

Lan Jingshan said indifferently. He didn't even look at the Xinghe Sect disciples who were rushing behind him. He just gently drew his sword in the air, and a sword energy slashed at the Xinghe Sect disciples. These disciples could not resist it.

Before he could even move back, he was cut into two pieces.

"No….."

"No….."

Qinghe and Qinghua shouted at the same time, one word filled with their endless grief. These disciples were not just classmates, they had already regarded each other as relatives.

"Asshole, I'll fight you!"

Qinghua roared, regardless of his own safety, he raised his sword and rushed towards Lanjing Mountain. His anger was a joke in front of Lanjingshan's strength. The sword shattered inch by inch in the air, and the falling fragments stayed in the air.

Lan Jingshan swept his sleeves away, and the fragments flew towards Qinghua like pear blossom needles all over the sky. At such a short distance, Qinghua's strength simply couldn't escape.

Just as he was about to be hit by fragments, a figure blocked Qinghua in front of him. After a series of clanking sounds, Qinghe covered his chest with one hand, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. She was blocking Qinghua at the critical moment.

saved him.

puff….

Qinghe couldn't hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of blood...

"Master..."

Qinghua anxiously supported Qinghe, with worry and distress in her eyes.

"Escape for your life..."

Qinghe pushed Qinghua away. She knew that she was unable to protect Qinghua this time. The child she had picked up had long been the most important concern in her heart. No matter what, she would not let anything happen to Qinghua in front of her.

"I don't want it. Even if I die, I will stay with you."

Qinghua refused to leave because he knew that if he left Qinghe, he would lose his only relative in the world, and he would live in pain forever.

"you…."

Qinghe was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Qinghe, you still want to save him even if you get slapped by me. It seems that he is very important in your heart. Isn't he the pretty boy you raised? Hahaha..."

Hou Yuan did not stop Qinghe, but first glanced at Lan Jingshan secretly. He was afraid that Lan Jingshan would blame him for this, so when Lan Jingshan didn't respond, he said something to humiliate Qinghe.

"Kill them."

Lan Jingshan said indifferently, now that Qinghe is injured, Hou Yuan can deal with these people alone, and he does not need to waste time here. After saying that, he turned and walked towards the ice cave.

Qinghe didn't stop her, she just stared at Hou Yuan closely. She wanted to protect Qinghua, and she couldn't care about Nangong Jianyu.

"Qinghe, accept death."

As soon as Lan Jingshan turned around, Hou Yuan did not dare to neglect, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Qing He. Now that Qing He has Qing Hua's concerns in his heart, he is no longer so decisive when taking action. This is for Hou Yuan

took a huge advantage.

"Haha, Qinghe, I didn't expect you to care about the pretty boy you raised. I'll show you later how I torture him in front of you."

Hou Yuan's attack speed became faster and faster, his figure kept changing in front of Qinghe, and the wind of his palm whistled around, making it difficult for people to distinguish which palm was his real attack.

Even though Qinghe was injured and had concerns, Hou Yuan did not dare to underestimate her strength, so he was still cautious when attacking.

Bang bang bang!

After the two of them dealt with each other for a while, Hou Yuan slapped Qinghua on the head. Regardless of his own safety, Qinghe exchanged blows with Hou Yuan. Although these palms protected Qinghua, they also aggravated her internal injuries.

"Master..."

Qinghua now hated himself for being so useless. If he was strong enough, he wouldn't let his master get hurt.

"Qinghua, don't die here. If you die here, who will avenge me?"

Qinghe roared angrily at Qinghua. Her words made Qinghua's eyes red and her heart ached.

"Haha, revenge? Qinghe, it's already this time and you're still talking nonsense. Let me kill this useless thing for you and then torture you again."

After Hou Yuan finished speaking, he came up behind Qinghua. He slapped Qinghua on the back. Qinghua didn't want Qinghe to save himself anymore, so he didn't dodge and punched Hou Yuan.

At the same time, Qinghe knew that she was too late to receive Hou Yuan's palm, so she raised her sword and cut off Hou Yuan's arm. If Hou Yuan insisted on hurting Qinghua, his arm would also be cut off by Qinghe.

Hou Yuan naturally would not trade his arm for Qinghua's life. He twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a strange smile. After a flash of his figure, he appeared behind Qinghe and slapped Qinghe hard.

It turns out that his attack on Qinghua was just a cover, and his real target was Qinghe. As long as Qinghe was eliminated, the others would be at his mercy.

Qinghe realized that he could no longer dodge, so he could only use his inner strength to receive Yuan's palm once again. Huge power spread out from both of them, and they retreated after one touch.

Hou Yuan took more than ten steps back to stabilize her body, while Qinghe flew directly to the ground. Her mouth was flooded with blood, her eyes were blurred, and her whole body was very depressed.

"Old witch, how do you feel about this slap from me? I will kill you next time."

Hou Yuan screamed ferociously, his eyes filled with the excitement of hunting. Being able to kill a master whose strength was comparable to his own was too exciting for him.

"Hou Yuan, let's die together."

Qinghe knew that she could not escape today. She could only save Qinghua by dying together with Hou Yuan, which could be regarded as leaving a glimmer of hope for the Xinghe Sect.

Qinghe burned all her strength, and she chose to rush towards Hou Yuan without hesitation. This move was something Hou Yuan did not expect. However, Hou Yuan did not choose to avoid it, and she also burned her own inner strength.

"Qinghe, this battle will definitely make me go one step further. Take the move."

Hou Yuan's eyes flashed with strong desire. For many years, he had stopped at the same place, never being able to go any further. Only after he broke through the current bottleneck and greatly improved his strength, could he have a chance to escape from the control of Lan Jingshan.

With beauty, the murderous intention in Hou Yuan's eyes became more and more intense.

call out!

No one expected that a long sword would come from the sky, and it would go straight to Hou Yuan's throat. The speed was so fast that Hou Yuan was trembling with fear.

"What bastard dares to ruin my life?"

This sword stopped Hou Yuan. If he did not retreat, his throat would be cut by this sword. He could only choose to retreat while casting his gaze on a figure in the white snow.

"Who are you? Do you know who I am?"

Hou Yuan roared loudly at the figure. Now he especially hates this person who ruined his good deeds.

In the white snow, the figure just let out a cold snort, and then around him, white snow flew up. After a while, the white snow stayed in the air, and countless white snow condensed together.

In the sky, a giant sword made of white snow hangs above the figure's head. The giant sword gives people a suffocating sense of oppression. No one would think that this sword is made of snowflakes. People can only feel that this sword is made of snowflakes.

It's a real killing sword.

"Heart Sword? This person is actually a strong man who has understood the Holy Realm of Heart Sword."

It's not that Qinghe has never seen a swordsman from the Heart Sword, but he has only heard about the strong men in the Holy Realm of the Heart Sword in some legends.

Hou Yuan was horrified when he heard Qinghe's exclamation. He naturally knew what the Heart Sword Saint Realm represented. Even Lan Jingshan was like an ant in front of such a person.

"Senior, I just offended you... I hope..."

Before he could say the word "forgive", Hou Yuan was already enveloped by endless sword energy, and his internal energy was suppressed. No matter how he operated, the internal energy in his body seemed to disappear.

"die."

After one word, the giant sword disappeared out of thin air, and then a sky full of snowflakes floated around Hou Yuan. Among the snowflakes, Hou Yuan stood motionless, his eyes lost their expression, and there was no trace of life in his whole person.

"died?"

Qinghua didn't see clearly what was going on. Hou Yuan, who just wanted to kill them, died in an instant.

Qinghua was just shocked, while Qinghe was scared. She was afraid of this strong man who suddenly appeared, and even more afraid of this powerful strength.
Chapter completed!