“Vortex ——”
The sudden appearance of the cross-shaped divine weapon spun continuously on Qing Yu’s right palm, and thunder was born in response, blasting down from the sky.
Tenfold Strange Move-Thunderbolt of Shock and Thunder.
The thunderbolt blasted against the Heavenly Jedi Demon Punishing Sword Formation, and the four swords shook in unison, emitting sword qi that was also indistinct.
The powerful thunderbolt still lingers and strikes the True Martial Sword, transforming it into companionable sword qi and filling the blade with awe-inspiring power.
Heavenly thunder guides my sword.
The thunderbolt lightning caused the illusory sword blade to begin to crumble, and a lightning bolt spread along the blade to Xiao Qianxiu’s hand, causing his arm to become numb and hard to move.
“Master Xiao, the poor Taoist said that by virtue of external objects ——”
When he spoke, the figure was still in front, and before the words fell, the figure was already behind.
Qiankun is at my disposal.
Heart to sword to, true martial arts door slashed through Xiao Qianxiu waist side, a sword will break its sword body, cut out the blood dripping wounds.
“—— can not show off in front of the poor Tao!”
The Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin, which are evil and poisonous, were used in Qing Yu’s hands at this time, but without the slightest hint of evil, the ruthlessness turned into severity, the evil turned into righteousness, and the transformed sword qi was such that even Xiao Qianxiu, who had coveted the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin, did not recognize the origin of the sword technique.
After shedding the Xuan Yin Sword Qi, Qing Yu had instead broken away from the Xuan Yin Twelve Swords and was able to change his sword Qi freely. In his hands, the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin could be the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yang or the Twelve Swords of Xuan Feng.
Of course, if necessary, it can also be reshaped into Xuan Yin, and even be more vicious and violent than the original version of the Twelve Swords of Xuan Yin.
“Ding…”
Xiao Qianxiu steeply turned back, and the re-consolidated illusory sword blade contacted the True Martial Sword with a crisp ringing sound, but what followed the True Martial Sword was a whistling, furious wind.
The Qiankun Sundown Wind.
The biting whirlwind whistled in an instant, attacking from all directions with a frenzied dragon dance, the top of the whirlwind spiralled into a cone, drilling several bloody holes in Xiao Qianxiu’s body in an instant.
“Ah…”
Xiao Qianxiu screamed and flew backwards, but then forced himself to stop his body, the fragments of the Heavenly Divider flew out from his hand and rose into the sky alongside the other four swords, “Sword Qi Gathering and Drawing, Heavenly Extinction -”
“Hoo-”
Qing Yu gathered his qi, a fierce wave of qi was inhaled into his body and then pushed out, “Tha–”
The roar of the Heavenly Dragon, the forbidden move of the Buddhist sect, was the first of its kind, and Qing Yu was floating in the air, as the lotus flower unfolded from behind him, the most extreme Tcha roar blasted out a furious wave of Qi, causing Xiao Qianxiu, who was trying to make a last ditch effort, to suffer a heavy blow immediately, his body cracked and his spirit lost.
“Poof…”
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Xiao Qianxiu was no longer able to support himself and was blown away by the wave of Qi to the outside of the Moonlight Peak, falling straight to the bottom.
“A breeze!”
Qing Yu lifted his sleeve and his true qi turned into a jade belt, collecting the four swords in the sky, while reaching out with one hand and clutching the heavenly fragment.
Returning the swords to their sheaths and the Ten Directions to the system space, Qing Yu’s figure turned, but another figure stepped out from within him and abruptly disappeared in the same place.
“Come up.”
The voice was heard, the sound of blazing clothes rang out, and there was a man carrying the dying, still nearing the end of his oil, Xiao Qianxiu flying up to the peak.
On the numb face and the calm eyes, this person was none other than Xiao Qianxiu’s eldest disciple – Xiao Qiye.
“You ——” Xiao Qianxiu saw his disciple carrying himself to the enemy, how could he not know what the situation was?
“Poof–”
Another mouthful of fresh blood, Xiao Qianxiu’s breath became more and more decrepit, and his eyes all began to drift off and lose focus.
“Give him the final blow, the promise the poor dao promised you is fulfilled.” Qing Yu looked at the numbed swordsman and said.
Xiao Qiye looked at Xiao Qianxiu’s face, which had already taken on the colour of death, and there seemed to be a thousand sorrows in his numb eyes, which he wanted to tell but could not, but could only turn into a sigh in the end.
His master was as obsessed with the continuation of his family and the continuation of his bloodline as he was with the devil. At the beginning, everyone thought that Xiao Qianxiu had accepted him as his righteous son and wanted him to pa*s on his legacy. But in reality, Xiao Qianxiu valued the honour of the Xiao family so much that even if he wanted an outsider to carry on the family legacy, he could not let others know that the Xiao family had no descendants.
Therefore, Xiao Qianxiu married several concubines, seemingly with hope for his own cultivation, but in reality, he was borrowing (will this be harmonised?) seed from Xiao Qiye to cover his ears and steal the bell, wanting Xiao Qiye’s son to inherit the Xiao family.
No matter what the inside story is, outsiders cannot know that the Xiao family is extinct anyway. This is the twisted and perverted thinking of Xiao Qianxiu.
But no one expected that Xiao Qianxiu would finally win the lottery when he saw that one of his concubines was pregnant with Xiao Qiye’s son.
As a result, all the concubines who were related to Xiao Qiye were exterminated, even the concubine who was pregnant with Xiao Qiye’s son.
This also planted the seeds of disharmony between the two sides, which today bear the fruit of revenge.
Xiao Qiye had betrayed his master, starting when Qing Yu approached him. That sword mark was a fake; the Heavenly Transporting Sword Technique alone did not allow the Pure Yang Sword to bring into play that sword Qi that was comparable to that of the Tong Shen. It was something that Xiao Qiye had taken the initiative to have Qing Yu make out.
The physician in charge of checking the sword marks, Elder Jia, was also one of Qing Yu’s people, so even though the sword wound was a little strange, Elder Jia still said those words, causing Xiao Qianyi to covet it.
From beginning to end, Xiao Qianxiu was caught in the lie woven by Qing Yu, stepping into the trap little by little. Although Qing Yu was a little surprised by the decision to kill him later, it did not affect Xiao Qianxiu’s defeat.
“Poof–”
Xiao Qiye’s right hand did not enter Xiao Qianxiu’s chest, and his already corrupted Tong Shen realm body did not serve as a bit of defence. His palm fiercely clenched his heart, and looking at the eyes that were wide open from the pain, Xiao Qiye squeezed hard.
With a muffled sound, Xiao Qiuxiu lost his last vestige of life, his wide-open eyes still reflecting the figure of his eldest disciple, but he had already lost the spirit of life.
“Xiao Qiye, from now on, I will only be guided by the real person!”
With his great revenge avenged, Xiao Qiye half-kneeled to the ground and offered his loyalty to Qing Yu, accepting the demonic seed that had disappeared into his brow.
In the devil seed, a stream of information came out, and the fierce and treacherous sword path and the devilish sword technique filled Xiao Qiye’s mind.
“You have endured hatred for many years and have long since forged a devilish heart. This devilish sword was evolved by the poor dao with a devilish sword, and it suits your heart. When the time is ripe, the poor dao will plant the devil’s blood for you, and then your strength will soar, even if it is possible for you to glimpse the realm of the gods.” Qing Yu said.
“Thank you, true master!” Xiao Qiye bowed his head and said.
“No, don’t call Poor Dao a real person, for some time to come ——”
Qing Yu’s figure changed abruptly, from his face to his clothes, all became the same as that of the dead Xiao Qianxiu, even his expression resembled the same, nothing could be seen at all.
“—— You should call me Master!” The other “Xiao Qianxiu” said like this.
