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How powerful was the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword? With a sweep of its sword, it actually knocked down all of the flying swords and spiritual treasures!

Many of the treasures were turned into fine powder on the spot, shocking everyone so much that they were forced to retreat.

Xia Chaoyan was also in the midst of this wave of people that besieged Wu Changsheng. The spirit sword passed down to her by her master, Zi Xia, was actually split into two halves by the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword in midair!

Xia Chaoyan was heartbroken, but it was too late for her to think about it. Before the Holy Sword's power arrived, Xia Chaoyan immediately transformed into a seven-colored, exquisite body, with a flow of seven colors flowing through her entire body. She turned around and flew away, transforming into a long seven-colored stream of light, like a gorgeous rainbow that suddenly appeared in the night sky.

"So powerful. Princess Xia, you can't get any closer to her."

Li Huo slapped out his palm and a huge fiery palm chased after Xia Chaoyan, extinguishing all of the sword beams and black flames behind him. Only then did he fly to Xia Chaoyan's side.

"Raging Flames, your cultivation has indeed improved quite a bit."

"However, you don't have to worry too much about me. This princess' Rainbow Exquisite Body would not die so easily …" By the way, have you seen Qin Hai? There seems to be no trace of him here.

Xia Chaoyan couldn't help but ask when she realized that she couldn't find Qin Hai.

"Who knows where that brat went, but don't worry. Qin Hai's cultivation is far above ours. Even the two of us aren't dead yet, so what can happen to him …"

Li Huo did not expect him to come over and support Xia Chaoyan, but instead he thought of Qin Hai, which made him depressed. However, after a careful look, he found that Qin Hai was indeed not in the crowd.

"That's true. Qin Hai will definitely be fine …" It's a pity that this princess' flying sword could not even block a single blow from the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword … "

Let's just listen to Xiao Ding's arrangements and surround the area without retreating. Let's not let Wu Changsheng think about escaping so quickly, too; the longer we delay, the more advantage it will be for us. As long as Sect Leader and the others come over here, this Old Man Wu will be dead for sure.

How could Wu Changsheng not understand this logic? He knew that delaying here would be extremely disadvantageous for him. After repelling everyone with a single sword strike, he forcefully suppressed his anger and immediately withdrew his sword before swiftly flying off into the distance.

"Not good! He wants to escape! Quickly surround him!"

Wu Changsheng rushed towards the group of disciples with the weakest cultivation among the human disciples. At that time, those disciples were so scared that their faces turned pale and they still wanted to use their flying swords to block Wu Changsheng.

But how could they possibly be a match for the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword? Wu Changsheng was expressionless, and with a wave of his sword qi, his disciples were chopped into two like vegetables from a melon.

"Hahahahahaha! You still want to defend me? Dream on!"

Wu Changsheng spat out a mouthful of blood essence. It was unknown what secret method he used to escape, but his evasion technique became incomparably swift. At that time, his entire body transformed into a streak of light and flew into the distance, and the people here couldn't even catch up to him if they wanted to.

"What a fast escape technique, what was that?"

"No matter what, we can't let him escape. Quickly chase after him!"

… ….

"Hahahahaha, a bunch of young people who are still wet behind the ears, you actually want me to stay behind? You are simply dreaming!"

In a secluded part of the Spirit Sword Sect, there was a flash of light that flew over from afar. In the end, it landed here and an old man with a head of disheveled hair and a body covered in blood walked out.

This person was Wu Changsheng, who had just escaped from the hands of the experts of the Flying Immortal Sect.

Cough cough, the talent of Xiao Ding is second to none even to the Celestial Gate. Now that there are still so many disciples, this old man cannot stay here any longer and must think of a way to escape. Otherwise, if we wait for Bai Yu Jian and the rest to attack, this old man will definitely perish here.

Moreover, after the great battle earlier, his body had also suffered heavy injuries from Xiao Ding's attack. If it wasn't for the fact that his cultivation was strong enough, if it was any other person who received the frontal attack of the sword light from the Magic Sphere earlier, they would have died on the spot long ago.

Wu Changsheng took out a spirit pill, raised his head, and swallowed it in one gulp. After that, he sat down on the floor and started to recover with his legs crossed.

As Wu Changsheng recovered, he kept on thinking about what had just happened, thinking about how he should be able to smoothly escape from this place.

Xiao Ding's cultivation was already at the Spirit Severing stage. He did not even bring out his true strength in the earlier exchanges because he was afraid of the Universal Sword in his hands. He did not dare take too many risks and even used his disciples to assist him.

"Hmph, this kid is the same as the White Feathered Sword. He's a cunning old fox, I can't let them catch me again …"

At this moment, Wu Changsheng couldn't help but set his gaze on the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword in front of him, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

"Since this sword is already in my possession, I have plenty of time to slowly study it. Why do I need to fight against these people? Once I recover some of my injuries, I will leave the Spirit Sword Sect according to my original plan. I can't even stay in the Celestial gate any longer …" "Hmm?"

"Who is it?!"

As Wu Changsheng was pondering, he suddenly sensed something and his expression changed greatly. His body quickly leaped up as he turned around to block with the sacred sword …

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out in the air as Wu Changsheng blocked the sword strike that had abruptly launched an attack.

"This kind of familiar feeling, this kind of sword Qi, could it be that stinky brat Qin Hai again?"

Wu Changsheng immediately recognized him. "Little thief Qin Hai, stop being so sneaky. Where are you? Get the hell out here for this old man …"

Right when Wu Changsheng was halfway through speaking, a strange figure suddenly flew out from behind him, and a kick was directed at the back of Wu Changsheng's head …

Wu Changsheng subconsciously wanted to catch her, but he was a step too slow in the end. He felt an intense pain on his back, and his entire body shot out like a cannonball.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wu Changsheng's body finally came to a stop after he had continuously struck and destroyed several huge trees. He could not help but scold out of anger, "Little thief Qin Hai, it's you again! Just how many times do you want to use the same moves!? "

Wu Changsheng's face was filled with anger as he charged back to his original spot. Just as he was about to tear Qin Hai into eight pieces, at the next moment, his entire body froze in place as he looked at Qin Hai with a dumbstruck expression.

No, it should be said that he was dumbstruck as he stared at the holy sword in Qin Hai's hand.

The Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword actually appeared in Qin Hai's hand!

It turned out that just now, Qin Hai had concealed his presence and had been secretly observing the battle between Wu Changsheng and the crowd. Seeing him retreat after being defeated, Qin Hai immediately followed and followed him all the way here.

Seeing that the other party had started to meditate with his eyes closed in relief, Qin Hai got even more careful as he approached Wu Changsheng. At the same time, he controlled his invisible sword to launch a sneak attack.

If this strike could kill Wu Changsheng, it would be best. If it couldn't, Qin Hai would have already made his preparations.

Just now, his sneak attack with Qin Hai's Invisible Sword had failed. He immediately changed his posture, arrived behind Wu Changsheng, and heavily kicked him flying. Qin Hai, who had been a body cultivator since the start of the lower realm, was very simple to him.

At the same time, the kick caused him to let go of the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword. Qin Hai naturally snatched the magic sword.

Wu Changsheng was stupefied at the time. He never thought that Qin Hai would be so crafty as to be able to conceal his aura to such an extent. Even he did not notice him at such a distance.

He did not expect that the first thing Qin Hai did when he arrived was to snatch the Ten Thousand Arts Holy Sword. Section error, click on this report (no registration), after reporting the maintenance personnel will correct chapter content within two minutes, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.