Rise of Qinglian

"I want you to ask the Zhao family. Kill the Yan family and take away my nephew and grandson-in-law. Where are the others?"

Wang Qingshan's tone was stern.

"Hmph, he was wrong in the first place. He dared to injure and kill many of our Zhao family members. If we don't kill him, it will be a great honor to your Wang family. You can let him go, but you have to give us a compensation."

Zhao Ruihu said with a cold face.

Wang Qingshan didn't want to talk nonsense with him at all. He shrugged his shoulders, and a clear sound of swords sounded. Nine shining green flying swords flew out from the sword box, and blurred into tens of thousands of green flying swords. The sword, like a meteor, struck towards Zhao Ruihu and Zhao Ruilong on the opposite side.

"A complete set of Tongtian Lingbao!"

Zhao Ruilong's face condensed, and his eyes were full of fear.

He flicked his sleeves, and five shining blue flags flew out. After a burst of dazzling blue light lit up the flags, the size of the blue flags surged, and countless seawater gushed out, turning into heavy water curtains to protect them.

Zhao Ruihu smacked Wang Qingshan in the air with one hand, causing ripples to appear in the air above Wang Qingshan's head. Countless red flames emerged and suddenly turned into a big red hand hundreds of feet long, emitting terrifying heat.

Before the big red hand fell, the astonishing high temperature caused a large amount of seawater to evaporate, causing a large amount of white mist to rise.

More than a dozen thick water tornadoes rose from the sea, instantly smashing the big red hand to pieces.

Huge whirlpools appeared on the sea surface, which were Lingui.

The dense cyan flying swords hit the heavy water curtain, and the heavy water curtain was like paper, shattered by the dense cyan flying swords.

Zhao Ruihu threw out a shining red shield, flying around them to protect them.

The dense cyan flying swords hit the red shield, making a muffled "ding-ding" sound.

Zhao Ruilong pinched the secret, and a large amount of sea water emerged from the five blue flags, forming a huge lake with a diameter of thousands of feet, rotating around them. As soon as the green flying sword came close to them, it was swept into the huge lake and disappeared. .

Wang Qingshan's sword technique changed, and the nine green glass swords suddenly emitted a green light and turned into nine green dragons more than a hundred feet long. They rushed from all directions, as if they were going to tear them into pieces.

At first glance, this is just an ordinary mana transformation attack.

Zhao Ruilong did not dare to look down upon it. The nine cyan dragons sometimes dispersed and sometimes gathered together, vaguely forming a sword formation.

Nine cyan dragons rushed over, and there were gusts of wind.

Zhao Ruilong sacrificed a small cauldron covered with water vapor. A blue mini dragon was coiled around the cauldron, and a magic formula was inserted into it.

A deafening dragon roar sounded, and the mini dragons on the surface of the blue cauldron seemed to come to life, wandering around the cauldron. The size of the blue cauldron surged, and a blue mist of glow was emitted, covering the nine green strips. Dragon.

The nine cyan dragons shrunk at a speed visible to the naked eye and flew towards the giant blue cauldron.

Wang Qingshan's sword technique changed, and the nine azure dragons emitted a huge green light, suddenly merged into one, and turned into a blue giant sword that held up the sky, easily cutting through the blue glow, and struck the giant blue cauldron with one sword.

With a muffled sound of "clang", the giant blue cauldron flew backwards, and the giant green sword headed straight for Zhao Ruilong with a breath of destruction.

Zhao Ruilong was not afraid at all and looked confident.

He offered up a blood-colored round bowl as big as a palm. A gust of cold wind blew by. Several evil ghost patterns were engraved on the blood-colored round bowl. A shrill ghost cry sounded. The blood-colored round bowl lit up with a dazzling light of blood, and suddenly spurted out a stream of blood. The smelly and pungent blood-colored flames faced the giant sword that held up the sky.

The Blood Soul Bowl, a low-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, was specially lent to Zhao Ruilong by the Liu family to deal with Wang Qingshan and Wang Qingfeng.

Flying swords and flying knives will lose their spirituality if they come into contact with the blood flames ejected from the blood soul bowl.

The Zhao family came prepared and fully prepared.

A clear and loud bird song sounded, and a blue luan bird about ten feet in size swooped in, emitting an astonishing high temperature, and instantly sank into the giant sword that held up the sky, and the sword body was wrapped in a blue flame.

The bloody flames touched the giant sword, and were cut in half by the giant sword like tissue paper.

The giant sword of Qingtian struck the red shield. A small corner of the red shield was cut off and appeared in front of Zhao Ruilong. Zhao Ruilong was startled, and a burst of dazzling blue light burst out from his body, covering the giant sword of Qingtian.

At this moment, a cold snort sounded, the light of the giant sword rose sharply, and the blue glow instantly shattered.

The sky-high sword passed by, and Zhao Ruilong's left arm was cut off, causing blood to flow like a fountain.

When Zhao Ruihu saw this scene, he was furious and wanted to use his magic weapon to fight, but Zhao Ruilong stopped him: "Stop, fellow Taoist Wang has shown mercy, otherwise you and I would be dead."

The nine flying swords at the level of heaven-reaching spiritual treasures were simply not something they could resist.

Zhao Ruilong quickly took out a bloody pill and swallowed it to stop the bleeding.

At this time, five god-transformation monks flew out from the island, their faces full of alertness.

"I ask again, where is my grand-niece? He'd better not be dead, otherwise it won't be as simple as cutting off your arm."

Wang Qingshan's tone was stern. After the Qingli Sword was promoted to the Tongtian Spiritual Treasure, its power increased greatly.

"Ruihu, let him go immediately. Go immediately."

Zhao Ruilong ordered that since he had broken his arm, he could explain it to the Liu family. If he really tried hard, the Zhao family would be the unlucky one.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, wait a minute. The Wang family is trying to kill your Zhao family and chop off your arm. We absolutely cannot let it go like this."

A young woman in a blue dress with gorgeous features frowned and said.

Lan Kexin, her Lan family has six god transformations, and is also an affiliated force of the Liu family. Lan Kexin also has the cultivation level of the late god transformation.

They gathered at the Zhao family under the orders of the Liu family, just to deal with the Wang family monks. Even if they couldn't kill the Wang family monks, they could injure or seriously injure the Wang family's god-changing monks, and they could go to the Liu family to receive the reward.

The Qingtian Giant Sword suddenly turned around and headed straight for Lan Kexin.

Wang Qingshan didn't want to talk nonsense with them at all. He had to beat them. If one refused, he would beat one, and if the two refused, he would beat two.

"Well done, fellow Taoists, don't be idle."

Lan Kexin sneered, opened her mouth, and four gleaming white flying swords flew out, suddenly merged into one, and turned into a white giant sword more than a hundred feet long, exuding an astonishing chill, and a large number of flying swords appeared in the void. of white ice shards, and the temperature dropped sharply.

She sprayed out another stream of white flames and attached it to the white giant sword. The white giant sword turned into a white rainbow and rushed forward. Wherever it passed, a large number of white ice shards appeared in the void.

With a muffled clang sound, the white Changhong flew out instantly and fell to the disadvantage. It was no match for the giant sword.

Lan Kexin was dumbfounded. Her natal flying sword was made from ten-thousand-year mysterious jade, and it also had fifth-level ice flames. It was no match for her.

With a loud noise, the white rainbow turned into four flying swords with dim white light, flying in all directions.

As soon as there was a sound of breaking through the air, the sky-high sword instantly appeared in front of Lan Kexin and slashed down head on.

Lan Kexin's appearance changed drastically, and she quickly took out a small umbrella with sparkling blue light, and lowered a piece of blue glow to cover her whole body.

With a muffled sound, the sky-high sword struck the blue glow, and the blue glow sunk in. The green flame spread, drowning the blue glow, and the blue glow's spiritual light suddenly dimmed.

With a muffled sound of "stab", the giant sword smashed the blue glow into pieces and passed over Lan Kexin's body. Lan Kexin's left arm was cut off and blood flowed profusely.

"Who else objects? I, Wang Qingshan, am willing to ask for advice."

Wang Qingshan's tone was cold, his long hair fluttering in the wind.

The monks were stunned. If they swarmed up, they might be able to kill Wang Qingshan, but they had no deep grudge against Wang Qingshan, they were just following orders.

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