Xie Qing's hands and feet were cold. He was about to tell everyone to run away, but suddenly, the sword on his shoulder was retracted.

The gray sword robe appeared in his field of vision, and the Hidden Sword Master walked slowly, as if he did not see the cracks in the soul realm. His pace was extremely leisurely, strolling leisurely.

After walking about three feet, he suddenly stopped and said a word without looking back.

"You asked just now, what is our unparalleled martial skill?"

Hidden Sword Saint was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Then I will tell you. It is called..."

His tone was extremely calm, but the frightened Wuhai suddenly calmed down, as if an invisible big hand was caressing the surface of the fog and smoothing it.

The Qilin King tilted his head and looked at the other party, with a playful light in his eyes.

Juggernaut, what about Juggernaut?

A Sword Saint Soul General was born hundreds of years ago, and I don't know what kind of decline he has become. He just stamped his foot, and the soul realm was about to break. It was really papery.

He slowly raised his arm, a grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, idiot, who cares about your unparalleled martial arts!

I just want this sword!

go to hell!

The Qilin King's eyes widened and he was about to punch, when suddenly a faint voice sounded.

"Da Wu Jian!"

After spitting out these three words, thousands of swords in the Wild Sword Cluster roared in unison, and the soul realm shook!

A sword pierced the Qilin King's chin into his head. The Qilin King's eyes bulged, and he froze on the spot. The terrifying power in his body was like an out-of-control flame, charging wantonly.

This sword...

Where did it come from…

boom!

The Qilin King exploded into a dazzling ball of light.

"Remember its name."
Chapter completed!