Provoking the Sword Master... Gu Bai's expression was calm, his eyes fell on Qin Yu, and his heart was filled with emotion, thinking that a mountain was higher than a mountain, and that this would not deceive me.

Looking back on this life, although Gu always accompanied him in his body, he never reached this level.

The Qin Sect Master is indeed an extraordinary person!

As for the result of this matter, Gu Bai felt that it would be too early to draw a conclusion now.

Qin Yu frowned secretly, glanced at the Dongshan Sword Master opposite, thinking that he had already completed his pussy. Is it really going to fight?

Opposite, Dongshan Sword Master's voice was biting, "Do you think I don't have the qualifications to draw the sword?"

...

Hanfrost Sword Sect.

Sect Master Jian Peak.

The fourteen elders of the Sword Sect had been standing for a long time, and their faces showed doubts. They were puzzled. What was the sect leader doing?

Suddenly, the faces of the elders changed, and the sword breath that lingers around them suddenly tightened and turned into a powerful imprisonment.

"metropolitan!"

The Great Elder raised his breath and heard the sound coming to Jian Peak, but he did not receive any response.

Before everyone could be more shocked and angry, the sword breath that imprisoned them suddenly appeared and countless "spikes" pierced into their bodies.

"ah!"

The elders growled in pain.

What frightened them even more was that after these spikes were plundering and devouring their power after they were immersed in their bodies.

"Sect Master, what are you doing, stop immediately!" The Great Elder roared angrily.

There was still no movement in the sword peak.

Taking a deep breath, the elder gritted his teeth and roared, "The Sect Master is crazy, let's break the shackles!"

But soon, the fourteen elders of the Sword Sect had their faces pale at the same time and their eyes showed despair. Their cultivation had been sealed and could not be mobilized at all. They could only be slaughtered like fish on the chopping board, and they had not noticed it at all before.

To do this, it must have been a long time ago, even when they each entered the Hanfrost Sword Sect, which left hidden dangers. In other words, it is very likely that the sword technique they practiced was tampered with from the very beginning!

"Ah! Why, why is this happening?"

"I have lived for more than three thousand years and have been practicing hard to this day. Could it be that I am just one, and I have been selected as an abandoned child?"

"Sect Master! Sect Master, come out! I don't accept it, and I won't accept it even if I die!"

"Xu has been worshipped in Hanshuang Sword Sect so far, and has made countless contributions to the sect leader's sect, and has made countless contributions. Why did he treat me like this?!"

The roar of anger and the roar of despair echoed above the sword peak.

But the sect formation opened, isolating the sect leader and peak, forming a small world, and their voices could not be heard at all.

Inside the sword peak, the huge sword formation has now been activated. The sect leader Han Zhengyang looked excited and looked at the broken hand floating in front of him.

It's it!

It's it!

This is the seal object that Hanfrost Sword Sect has been waiting for for countless generations of sword cultivators for tens of thousands of years. As long as it is refined and integrated into its own body, it can break through the current bottleneck of cultivation in one fell swoop and become the only imperial sword cultivator in the world.

The old sect leader looked excited, his eyes were extremely bright, and his sword breath was boiling like boiling, "Zhengyang, it's now, do it!"

Han Zhengyang bowed, "Yes, Master!"

He looked up and patted it with a palm.

The old sect leader, facing the broken hand, suddenly widened his eyes and roared angryly.

"Han Zhengyang, what are you doing?!"

Han Zhengyang had no expression on his face, "Master, you said that you are willing to sacrifice yourself and help your disciples conquer the seals. The disciples are just helping you achieve your wish."

boom--

The great sword breath burst out, like a storm, and the old sect leader who was knocked out was beaten toward the broken hand.

"ah!"

In the old sword cultivator's body, there was a burst of bones roaring, and his hunched body stood up straight, and the wrinkles on the surface quickly disappeared. In a blink of an eye, he changed from an old and decaying state to a young and strong middle-aged sword cultivator.

"Rebellious disciple!"

He growled.

Han Zhengyang raised his hand, and the Immortal Sword of Hanfrost Sword Sect appeared in his hand, "Master, I have completely refined the Juesheng Sword."

The old sect leader showed despair.

boom--

He slashed down with one sword, and the old sect leader's body was divided into two, and he could no longer resist the devouring power from behind him, so he was directly captured.

The skin on the surface of the broken hand instantly cracked, and countless scarlet tentacles appeared, wrapping the old sect leader layer by layer, and the sound of swallowing and chewing suddenly sounded.
Chapter completed!