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Facing this strange brown mound, Xiao Yun felt a desolate and lonely feeling surging through his heart. However, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City Daoist Master Qing Song suddenly burst out in unbridled laughter, "Haha … Is Xuanyuan grave... My Qingcheng Sect still found the Xuanyuan grave first! What kind of thing was the Mount Shu, and what was the Azure-purple swords? As long as I obtain the Soaring Sword, who in the entire Cultivation would dare not to submit to my Qingcheng Sect? "Haha …"

Legend has it that Emperor Xuanyuan's grandson, Zhuan Rui, once buried the Human Emperor's most valuable treasure, the Holy Sword, in the air as his companion. That Soaring Sword was the spirit used by the Yellow Emperor Xuan Yuan to obtain the world's hardware back then. It was created by the hands of the Great Sage patchouli and possessed a godly, unpredictable strength. To the other sects, this Holy Sword might just be an ancient divine item. But for large sects like Mount Shu and Qingcheng Sect, the Soaring Sword was ten times stronger than the Azure-purple swords?

It was as though they were responding to Daoist Master Qingsong's wild laughter. Just at this moment, that reddish-brown hill appeared once more!

Above the mound, a piece of hilt of sword as red as blood was slowly emerging from the mound along with Daoist Master Qing Song's wild laughter. Looking at this scarlet hilt of sword, it was exactly the same color as the Soaring Sword in the legends! Inch by inch, the Soaring Sword slowly revealed itself, while the remaining blood within the hilt of sword became increasingly dark red. At that moment, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City's eyes were staring at the blood red Soaring Sword, sparkling with excitement.

Not too long after, that crimson longsword that had been buried deep underground had emerged from the mound. As for Daoist Master Qingsong, his hands were constantly shaking, as though he couldn't help but reach out to pull out that treasured sword. However, just as Daoist Master Qingsong's hand was about to reach out, a cold wind suddenly attacked from behind him!

Originally, with Daoist Master Qing Song's close to the Soaring Sky Realm cultivation, any movement in the vicinity of unmarked burial site would definitely not be able to escape from the Daoist Master's spiritual sense. However, Spiritual Master Qingsong's entire heart was currently focused on the Soaring Sword that had surfaced. Who would have thought that there would actually be someone who would suddenly erupt in anger at this moment?

At this critical moment, it was fortunate that Adept Green Pine had improved his cultivation. Just as the sword-light exploded out from his back and stabbed into the back of his heart, the Adept was jolted awake. If his life was at stake, how could Daoist Master Qingsong care about Soaring Sword? With a crisp "dang" sound, the Green Flying Sword came out of its scabbard, and dangerously knocked the sneak attack Flying Sword away!

At this moment, Daoist Master Qingsong had already determined in his heart that the one who had launched the sneak attack was definitely Xiao Yue. However, when the Daoist man turned around, he couldn't help but be stunned!

The Flying Sword that had ambushed him was currently in the Dwarf's stonecrop's hand!

At this moment, Daoist Master Green Pine suddenly felt a sharp pain on his back. He subconsciously reached behind his back, only to find that his hand was filled with scarlet blood! Originally, even though Spiritual Master Qingsong's reaction was not slow, Shi Lin's sneak attack still succeeded. Currently, on Spiritual Master Qingsong's back, there was actually a half an inch deep gash …

"Junior brother, why is that?" Adept Green Pine seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. Sect Leader of Qingcheng City would never have thought that the one who sneaked an attack on him was her most trusted junior brother Shi Lin!

"Why?" Unexpectedly, Shi Lin's face was covered with a sinister smile, "Senior Brother, you're old, so old that you're a little muddled!" As he spoke till here, a scarlet ray of light suddenly appeared in Shi Lin's eyes, "Back then, Master clearly wanted to pass the position of Sect Leader to Eldest Brother. But why did the Eldest Brother suddenly die on the day before the ceremony? Was it perfect? In this world, there were so many f * cking coincidences! Eldest Brother, Eldest Brother... " Speaking till here, Shi Lin's tone suddenly became gloomy, "That is my biological brother! "Yi Qingsong, you sure are vicious …"

"The death of the Eldest Brother all those years ago had nothing to do with me!" Adept Green Pine suddenly began to argue.

"Bullshit!" Not wanting to hear Daoist Master Qing Song's words, Shi Lin became even more agitated, "The Ten Thousand Swords Formula is our sect's supreme sword technique. Other than Eldest Brother, master only passed me down to you! And looking at how you were even able to sacrifice your own disciple, Yi Yang, wasn't that you? Yi Qingsong, do you really think everyone in the world is an idiot? "

"Eldest Brother was really not killed by me!" Spiritual Master Qingsong said with a pained expression.

"I don't care if it's you or not!" Haha, Yi Qingsong, you have plotted this for the rest of your life, but who would have thought that you, too, would have such a day? " Dwarf's stonecrop's yellow bean sized eyes were filled with a cruel light.

Daoist Master Qingsong's body suddenly trembled. He felt as if the wound on his back had been bitten by countless snakes. Amidst his fear, Daoist Master Green Pine hastily used his hand to feel the wound. Unexpectedly, the blood on his hand had already turned dark green, and a pungent stench was wafting out from it.

"Shi Lin, you actually smeared poison on your sword?" Seeing the color of his own blood, how could the mature Daoist Master Qingsong not guess the truth? In the time it took for him to finish his words, Daoist Master Qingsong suddenly took out a antivenomous pearl the size of a longan and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, Shi Lin only watched Spiritual Master Qingsong finish all of this with a look of ridicule on his face. After Spiritual Master Qingsong finished all of this, Shi Lin waited for Spiritual Master Qingsong to swallow the antivenomous pearl. Yi Qingsong, don't waste your energy! The poison was made from the poison glands of the thousand-year-old Many-Banded Krait. If you didn't have the antivenomous pearl with you before you were poisoned, you might have been able to save him. "Now …" Shi Lin's face darkened, "Even if the Great Rudra Immortal were to descend, he wouldn't be able to save an old cunning fox like you!"

While the two of them were talking, the majority of the Scarlet Soaring Sword that was buried deep within the mound had already been revealed! Spiritual Master Qingsong and Shi Lin's bodies rose into the air at almost the same time, flying straight for the Soaring Sword's hilt of sword to grab. In the air, Spiritual Master Qingsong's Green Flying Sword and Shi Lin's black greatsword were unsheathed at the same time.

When the two swords clashed, there was a loud sound of metal clashing against metal. However, Spiritual Master Qingsong was still injured after all. Furthermore, the poison on his back had already spread throughout his entire bloodline, so Spiritual Master Qingsong's reaction was immediately slower than Shi Lin's by half a beat! Just this little bit of effort was enough to kill him! Shi Lin had the upper hand, but he did not take the initiative to pull out the Soaring Sword, instead he turned his hand and struck the Green Pine Grandmaster's chest with his palm!

Lightning flashed in his palm as Daoist Master Qingsong's body fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut. Although the Qingcheng Sect was a sect of the sword immortal, with Shi Lin's cultivation which had already broken through the Infant stage, the abilities of the palmar thunder was naturally not a problem.

But the moment Shi Lin pulled out his Soaring Sword, everyone present was stunned!

Shi Lin's face was filled with disbelief as he stared at the Soaring Sword in his hands. The Holy Sword was in perfect condition, but the lower half of the sword was empty! A broken sword? How could this be? How could this be? This is the Holy Sword soaring in the sky, what can destroy it? "

At this time, Spiritual Master Qingsong's face was also ashen as he stared at the half of the scarlet Soaring Sword. He could not help but mutter: "Destiny, everything is heaven's will …"

"Clap clap …" At this moment, a sudden clapping sound woke everyone up.

"Shi Lin, you did very well!" Just as the applause ended, a ripple appeared in the air, and four people walked out of nowhere.

And the one who was speaking was the pure Taoist master of Sect Leader of Mount Shu that Xiao Yun had seen before on the golden peak of Emei! The bearded man behind the Sect Leader of Mount Shu was actually Yan Chixia, who had once fought a great battle against an unrivalled devil Black Mountain Old Devil. As for the other two, they were actually the bald monk. One of them was the Fangyunyun Hui Zen Master, the other one was also an acquaintance of Xiao Yong. He had once relied on his buddhist hand seal to forcefully push back the Longhu Mountains's Zhang Yuantong!