Leng Qianhen's long grey hair fluttered in the wind.
The sword qi around his body was as cold as ice, giving people a feeling of falling into an ice cave.
Hearing Leng Qianhen's words, Elder Xing Gu's face was as gloomy as water.
In the entire South Horizon Region, how many people could ignore the majesty of the Starry Sword Pavilion?
However, Leng Qianhen was a rogue cultivator who came and went without a trace, plus he had the strength of a False Saint.
If the Starry Sword Pavilion did not send a Saint to deal with him, there really were not many people who could suppress Leng Qianhen.
However, the Saints of the Starry Sword Pavilion would not casually make a move because of such a matter, and most of the Saints were conceited and would not chase after a False Saint.
Therefore, Leng Qianhen did not have to be too afraid of the Starry Sword Pavilion.
Boom!
In the void, there were layers of fluctuations.
The battle between False Saints, even though it was not as intense as the Saints who could easily destroy the void, but the fluctuations were very violent, and the sky trembled like a drum.
"This is really a shocking battle …"
The surrounding millions of martial artists all retreated to the distance.
Looking at the shocking battle between the Honorable and False Saint, everyone widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss the slightest detail.
This kind of battle was really rare in the South Horizon Region.
"Hmph, no one can save this little bastard today!"
Xing Mo stretched out his hand and grabbed at Ye Guchen.
Seeing this, Leng Qianhen's eyes flashed with a cold light. The Lonely Frost Sword in his arms shook, and a sword light cut through the void and swept towards Xing Mo.
However, with a loud bang, Elder Xing Gu raised his hand and formed a seal, bombarding the sword light.
"Haha … Leng Qianhen, although your strength isn't bad, isn't it a little too whimsical to think that you can fight two False Saints by yourself?" Elder Xing Gu sneered.
Leng Qianhen frowned slightly.
"Little bastard, die!"
When Xing Mo saw this, he continued to reach out with his hand. The space around Ye Guchen began to tremble, and an intense pressure made him feel as if he was being crushed by an ancient mountain.
Su Jianshi and the others did the same.
"How dare you!"
Mo Tian Feng roared and dashed over in a flash.
However, he had crippled his own hands in the past. Coupled with the years of drinking and wasting away, his strength had decreased greatly.
Moreover, blacksmiths usually focused on the path of forging and did not have an advantage in martial arts.
"I allowed you to act so impudently because you were once a Southern Forging Saint. However, today, this little bastard must die!" Xing Mo swept out a hand, directly forcing Heaven Forging Feng back as blood spurted from his mouth.
"Senior Duan, forget it. Let this Ye Guchen take responsibility for today's matter." Ye Guchen's eyes were cold.
"You have some backbone, but … you still have to die!" Xing Mo attacked again.
This time, there was really no one who could save Ye Guchen.
Chaotic World Demonic Ape, Feng Manlou, Forging Tianfeng.
Everyone who could make a move had already made a move. All of their trump cards had been revealed.
Unfortunately, Ye Guchen's enemies were too many and too strong.
For Ye Guchen, who was only at the life-and-death threshold, overlord forces were unshakable behemoths.
"In the end, he still has to die?"
Looking at Ye Guchen, all the cultivators present lamented in their hearts.
They had to admit that they had witnessed an absolutely shocking battle today.
And the source of this battle was Ye Guchen, a life-and-death threshold cultivator.
"If Ye Gu Chen didn't die today, his fame in the South Horizon Region would be comparable to the Ten Great Young Masters. Unfortunately …" Many warriors shook their heads.
But just as everyone was about to witness Ye Guchen's fall …
A delicate sobbing voice resounded in all directions.
"You're all bad people, big bad people. Xue 'er won't allow you to hurt Brother Ye and Sister Su!"
A slender and petite figure suddenly broke free from Ji Ling and the others' hands and charged towards the center of the battlefield.
"Don't, Xue 'er!" Ji Ling, Chu Qingchi, and the others turned pale with fright.
Xue 'er had followed Su Jianshi and the others to the Sword Sect Pagoda Forest. With her charming appearance, she had become everyone's favorite.
All the disciples of the Sword Sect Pagoda Forest liked this cute girl.
But at this moment, even Yan Changge and the others were helpless in a battle of this level. They couldn't intervene and change anything.
Wouldn't Xue 'er be courting death?
However, Xue 'er's speed was unexpectedly fast. Her figure turned into a series of afterimages.
A strange scarlet color seeped out from her pair of large, lustrous eyes.
"Eh?" Xing Mo had also noticed Xue 'er.
But when he saw that it was just a girl in her teens, his face returned to its usual indifference.
"So many people want to die with you. Little bastard, you can die in peace!"
Xing Mo's expression was cold. Even though Xue 'er was just a little girl, he had no intention of holding back.
In his opinion, his grandson, Xinghong Crown Prince, was dead. Ye Guchen and everyone related to him would die with Xinghong Crown Prince.
Boom!
Xing Mo clenched his hand. Void true energy tumbled and condensed into a crystalline palm print. It grabbed Ye Guchen, Su Jianshi, the little fatty, the Divine Eagle, and Xue 'er.
Clearly, Xing Mo wanted to kill them all.
After a loud explosion, the atmosphere fell silent.
Even the false Saints and Venerables who were fighting against each other temporarily separated.
If Ye Guchen died, it would be meaningless for them to continue fighting.
"Is … is he dead?"
Everyone stared at the place where the smoke and dust had filled the air with rapt attention.
Some even swallowed their saliva.
After all, Ye Guchen, a mere life-and-death chamber martial artist, had brought them too many surprises today.
"He's finally dead. The innate sword embryo should be returned to its rightful owner." Gu Shaoyang sneered.
Yi Cangyue's eyes were calm. Ye Guchen had died, so Gu Shaoyang naturally became the sole owner of the innate sword embryo.
"This …" Kenpō, Princess Feng Xi, and the others were also stunned. They sighed in their hearts.
All the disciples in the Sword Sect Pagoda Forest felt as if they were struck by a hundred thousand lightning bolts.
Yan Wushuang stood there in a daze as if she had lost her soul. Her beautiful eyes became hollow.
"Damn it … You …" The drunkenness in Duan Tianfeng's eyes disappeared and was replaced by extreme anger.
He had finally found a disciple who could inherit the forbidden art, but the disciple died just like that.
"Huhu … Leng Qianhen, you all merely came for nothing today," Elder Ancient Star said with a laugh.
Leng Qianhen was indifferent. He had already blocked a pseudo saint and completed his mission.
However …
As a sword dao pseudo saint, Leng Qianhen could feel that Ye Guchen was an extremely monstrous sword dao genius. It was a pity that he died just like that.
In addition, Feng Manlou, whose aura was almost dead, was still standing with his sword.
Although Leng Qianhen was late and did not see the Unique Sky Sword, he could still feel the remnant sword intent.
"If this person doesn't die, I will have one more opponent to spar with in the future." Leng Qianhen lightly shook his head.
This pair of master and disciple were both monstrous sword dao geniuses. Unfortunately, they died on the same day …
Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, a voice suddenly rang out.
Cracks had appeared in the sky at some point in time.
It was as if many pitch-black eyes had opened.
Strands of scarlet blood dripped down from the cracks.
It was like a rain of blood.
The heavens opened their eyes and shed tears of blood.
It was called … Heaven's Cry.