Chapter 67: The Proud Qin Fei
The sun rises in the east, outside Yuanlong City, in the Xiao family cemetery.
Xiao Yang angrily glanced at the seven Guiyuan Wuzong disciples around him.
The seven Guiyuan Wuzong disciples also stared at Xiao Yang.
In the morning light, the shadows of Xiao Yang and the seven Guiyuan Wuzong disciples were stretched very long on the ground.
There was still a faint morning mist floating in the cemetery that had not completely dissipated.
At this moment, Xiao Yang was furious.
These guys actually dug up the Xiao family’s ancestral tomb.
What made him angry was that these guys even dug up his grandfather’s tomb, and their grandfather’s bones were thrown everywhere.
This is his grandfather!
From childhood to adulthood, grandpa was the only person who treated him well.
If it weren’t for grandpa protecting him, he would have become a victim of family infighting.
He has been weak and sick since he was a child, and his parents didn’t like him.
Even his sister gradually became less close to him when she grew up.
If it weren’t for grandpa who went against the crowd and sent him to Qingyang Sword Sect, there would be no Xiao Yang today.
When his grandfather was alive, he failed to fulfill his filial duty. Now that his grandfather has been buried, he still cannot rest in peace. His grave has been dug up by these guys, and his bones are scattered everywhere.
This almost drove Xiao Yang crazy.
How dare these guys!
They actually dared to touch his grandfather’s grave.
This is his reverse scale, and no one can touch it.
Moreover, just now, his grandfather’s skull was smashed to pieces by the guy who was hiding in the mound and suddenly attacked him.
That was his grandfather’s skull.
In Xiao Yang’s eyes, it doesn’t matter whether these people are real disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong or whether Qin Fei is making trouble again, because these people must die!
At this moment, Xiao Yang was murderous, and his monstrous anger could only be extinguished with the other party’s blood.
In the cemetery, the sword energy was mighty.
The world was bleak and murderous.
A
morning breeze blew, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground.
At this time, on the low hill in the distance.
Qin Fei looked nervously at the two parties confronting each other in the cemetery.
This time, he spent a lot of money to kill Xiao Yang.
Because the seven sword cultivators who attacked Xiao Yang were genuine disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong, and they were also members of the Demon Cult.
You know, it is not easy to enter Guiyuan Wuzong as an undercover.
Guiyuan Wuzong is the second largest force in the northern border, and it is very strict in accepting disciples.
“You can die!”
Xiao Yang roared, and a bright sword light immediately rushed out of his body, strangling the seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong around him.
At the same time, the seven disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong also moved.
Seven figures intertwined, as if some invisible power was flowing between them, perfectly integrating their respective sword energy and even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The sword lights intertwined, forming a complex and exquisite sword net, and a heart-pounding pressure spread.
Xiao Yang’s flying sword chopped on this sword net, but was actually shocked back.
“Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation?”
Xiao Yang finally knew why seven people came to attack him.
Are these guys really the true disciples of Guiyuan Wuzong?
He couldn’t believe it.
But he understood it immediately.
In the last life, when the Demon Cult launched the world-destroying demon calamity, all the Demon Cult undercovers lurking in the major sects of the Northern Territory suddenly took action and directly hit the major forces in the Northern Territory.
In the last life, some of these Demon Cult undercovers lurking in the major forces in the Northern Territory even became the masters of a sect.
Even at this time, the Demon Cult has disappeared for hundreds of years, and the Demon Cult’s layout in the Northern Territory has already begun.
These seven guys are the Demon Cult undercovers.
Qin Fei, Qin Fei, you are really willing to kill me!
You know, this Demon Cult member must have paid an unimaginable price to successfully infiltrate Guiyuan Wuzong.
The middle-aged sword cultivator who had just hidden in the dirt and attacked him was actually a sword master of the Tianwu realm.
At this moment, the sword energy in the sword formation was mighty, and the sword light was whistling around Xiao Yang like lightning.
“Kill!”
The leading Tianwu realm sword master shouted angrily.
Seven sword lights were like a torrential rain, strangling Xiao Yang with unstoppable force.
“Nine Suns Shining in the Sky!”
Xiao Yang directly used the strongest killing move of the Qingyang Sword Art.
The next moment, nine groups of sword lights rushed out from his body, directly stretching away the sword net that was coming to kill. The nine groups of sword lights
were as dazzling as the sun.
Countless extremely sharp sword beams rushed out from the nine groups of sword lights, colliding wildly with the sword net of the Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation, making a dense sound of metal rubbing against each other.
The Xiao family cemetery was suddenly filled with flying sand and rocks, and the sun and moon were dark.
The trees swept by the bursting sword energy kept falling from the sky.
Every time the sword light collided, it was accompanied by a sharp clanging sound. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth was frantically extracted by the sword formation and merged into the sword formation.
“Seven swords merge into one!”
The leading sword master roared and soared into the sky. The seven sword lights in the sword formation instantly gathered together.
A giant sword that was dozens of feet long appeared in the hands of the sword master.
The sword power that burst out from the giant sword was so strong that it seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and split the stars.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everything was eclipsed. Only the giant sword between heaven and earth became the only focus between heaven and earth.
“Is this the power of the Guiyuan Seven Absolute Sword Formation?”
Xiao Yang’s heart was shocked.
At this time, Qin Fei, who was on a low mountain in the distance, saw this scene and his face became ferocious.
“Xiao Yang, you are still alive this time?”
Qin Fei grinned and stared at the figure under the giant sword in front of him.
“Kill!”
With a roar, the giant sword slammed down on Xiao Yang’s head.
It
was as if the world was split in half by this sword.
The terrifying sword energy spread out, and the surrounding flowers, trees, and rocks on the ground were all cut and shattered.
The sword energy swept across the ground, leaving long sword marks on the ground.
Among the Guiyuan Nine Absolutes of Guiyuan Wuzong, the sword is also an absolute.
The sword art of Guiyuan Wuzong is not inferior to other sword art sects.
The power of this Guiyuan Seven Absolutes Sword Formation moved even Xiao Yang.
“Nine Yangs merge into one!”
Xiao Yang did not dare to neglect it, and a group of sword light instantly gathered above his head, turning into a shocking sword rainbow that soared into the sky and rushed towards the giant sword that was chopped down.
“Clang!”
The void shook, and the sword energy was crisscrossed. At the moment when the two sword lights collided, there was only one sound in the whole world.
The sound of sword energy cutting through the void.
Xiao Yang blocked the shocking sword that fell from the sky.
His feet stepped directly into the ground, and below the knees, he was completely buried in the soil.
Six figures soared into the sky, each of them stretched out their right palms and slapped the sword master of the Tianwu realm.
The power of the seven people was instantly connected.
“Buzz!”
The huge sword light in the air made a sword sound, and gradually suppressed the red sun sword light above Xiao Yang’s head.
Xiao Yang only felt his body sink, and the opponent’s huge sword pressed down on him like a huge mountain.
He was actually a little unable to stop it.
He was now fully operating the Qingyang Sword Art, using the cultivation of the middle level of the Tianwu realm.
He had the Futian Cang Sword Art to hide his true cultivation, and even the great powers of the Shenwu realm could not see his true strength.
Could it be that his cultivation could not be hidden today?
“Haha, Xiao Yang, you can’t stop it, die for me, if you die, it won’t take long for me to sit on the position of the Holy Son of the Qingyang Sword Sect, and I will take everything that belongs to you one by one.”
On the hill, Qin Fei smiled triumphantly.
