Chapter 2423: Grinding Saint

Tianjiu Sacred Pass Mansion, completely transforming nothingness.
Not even a piece of green bricks and green tiles was left behind.
The head of the purple dragon, those hideous and terrifying faces, seemed to swallow everything.
Under the head of the purple dragon, Luo Jiu's arms were bleeding.
She was flying wildly, without the posture of the No. 1 Saint in the North.
The face that used to be cold and arrogant, high above, was slightly hideous and bleak.
"Qin Changqing!"
She was howling like blood dripping in her heart.
What was left by his teacher and forged by his painstaking efforts, at this moment, everything becomes nothingness.
In Luo Jiu's heart, Ruuo had endless hatred.
This kind of hatred, hate Qin Xuan, also in her own.
Qin Xuan stood in the sky with his hand, facing the sight of all beings in the Nine Sacred Passes that day.
He looked at Luo Jiu faintly, and quietly, the purple dragon disappeared.
"Qin Changqing, if you are so, you think I will be afraid!"
Luo Jiu's voice is hoarse, as if he growled low.
She stared at Qin Xuan, with no fear in her eyes.
Qin Xuan smiled softly, noncommittal.
In an instant, Luo Jiu stepped on his feet and disappeared into the sky.
In the eyes of the sentient beings, Luo Jiu appeared in front of Qin Xuan just for an instant.
In the palm of his hand, there was the Sacred Yuan Ningjian, which was cut down impressively.
The sword was three inches away from Qin Xuan, and it was already stagnant.
Qin Xuan looked at the holy sword. The terrifying edge was enough to smash mountains and rivers, but to him, it was still insignificant.
Open the realm of heaven, you can control all kinds of methods.
boom!
Luo Jiu failed to achieve a sword, and once again cut down a sword.
This sword, this sword, almost stagnated in front of Qin Xuan.
Boom boom boom...
Under Luo Jiumu's frantic face, more than a dozen swords were cut in just a dozen breaths.
Its sword light is like covering the entire sky.
Until Luo Jiu stopped, Qin Xuan suffered a total of 13,000 Saint Yuan Huajian, almost layered on top of each other, without any gap.
Seeing this scene, sentient beings couldn't help being extremely shocked.
Every sword is enough to kill the saint who enters the first pass.
If it were to be replaced by any creature under the Nine Sacred Pass of this day, I was afraid that it would die in it.
"The first saint in the Northern Territory, really deserves a reputation!"
"Qin Changqing, can you stop it!?"
"This is the Saint Yuan of the second stage of Sainthood!?"
The sentient beings look up, this kind of battle has exceeded them too much.
Even under Half-Holy, almost no one could see how Luo Jiu did it.
Luo Jiu's face was even more bloodshot, his face flushed.
A drop of sweat slipped on her face.
At this moment, a faint voice sounded from within the 13,000 swords.
"This is your Luo Jiu's strength? Nine Extremes Sacred Sword Technique, although it is good, it is a pity..."
boom!
It seemed that the whole world was shaking like crazy.
In the void, the ripples seemed to extinguish everything, and these ripples were enough to annihilate the Immortal Venerable.
On the sword of the 13,000 Saint Yuan, cracks emerged.
It spreads, cracks, and breaks like a spider web.
Fragments in the sky slowly fell, Luo Jiu's eyes stared at Qin Xuan firmly.
There are unwillingness, anger, resentment in her eyes...
Qin Xuan was still as indifferent and calm as before.
Suddenly, Qin Xuan's sleeves flicked slightly.
Just like a spring breeze, passing over Luo Jiu's body.
In just an instant, Luo Jiu's body drew a long arc at the Nine Saint Pass on this day.
The sacred blood dripped and dripped, sprinkled on the Tianjiu Sacred Pass.
Seventy thousand miles!
With just one sleeve, he retreated ninety-seven thousand li.
Before Luo Jiu could react, Sheng Yuan stood up, and suddenly, Luo Jiu seemed to react.
She raised her head slightly and looked up.
There was a trail of blood on the corner of Luo Jiu's mouth, dripping slowly from his chin.
His messy hair faintly moved, and a figure was branded into those eyes.
High above, as on the top of the sky, quietly overlooking her.
It seems to be the master of this world, and she is just a drop in the ocean.
Luo Jiu suddenly smiled, "Qin Changqing, what about death? Why should I be afraid!"
She roared, and at this moment, all her strength exploded.
Sheng Yuan, Sheng Nian, Holy Blood, poured in front of her at this moment, turning into a golden sword.
Luo Jiu's seven orifices are bleeding, all bleeding.
Qin Xuan quietly looked down at Luo Jiu, his body slowly falling.
Fall, sword rise!
boom!
At the Nine Sage Pass on this day, Qin Xuan stepped on the golden sword in an instant.
Immediately, Qin Xuan, together with the sword under his feet, and Luo Jiu, instantly fell into the ground.
In an instant, the entire Tianjiu Sacred Pass, the place where the two men fell with one sword, began to sink, and cracks, like a spider web, cracked in all directions.
Every crack is as if the whole land is broken.
This roar spread for dozens of breaths.
Until all the sentient beings stood firm, they looked at the earth in shock.
The whole earth is almost sunken down to a great extent, and inside, it is like a fire.
And in the deepest part of the sinking, a figure stood with its hands behind.
Qin Xuan looked at him leisurely, and under his feet, the blood-red sword disappeared like a cloud of smoke.
Luo Jiu knelt down on both knees, as if crawling on the ground.
She was supported by her legs and arms, and her body was full of cracks.
The holy blood, dripping on the ground, will not enter or disperse.
In Luo Jiu's mouth, the Holy Blood continued to flow out.
"Qin...cough..." Luo Jiu opened his mouth, and he coughed almost violently after spitting out a word. The holy blood mixed with all the fragments, sprayed from his mouth to the ground.
Qin Xuan stepped on Luo Jiu's back. He never looked at Luo Jiu, but raised his head slightly.
"Luo Jiu, you have a good talent, but in the past, you should not be self-righteous!"
Qin Xuan faintly said, "If there is no cause in the past, there will be no results today!"
"Perhaps, in your eyes, you are not wrong!"
His eyes were calm. Although Luo Jiu never looked at him in the past, he regarded him Qin Changqing as an ant mote, but this is not wrong. He Qin Changqing, why does he regard all beings like an ant mote.
Luo Jiu couldn't be wrong, he was just ignorant.
But even so, there is a price.
Qingdi, don't be insulted!
These five words are more than just talking! ?
Two hundred years ago, Luo Jiu was aloof. Today, he is Qin Changqing with his feet on the holy posture.
"However, you should be thankful, at least you never acted indiscriminately!"
Qin Xuan stepped on his feet suddenly, and the white clothes slowly rose, "I will save your life, but this life may not belong to you!"
"If you lose the appearance of a saint, or if you have revenge or hate, this fate, Qin Changqing, will take it back!"
Qin Xuan's body appeared in midair.
His eyes were long, and he whispered: "Red, it's time to go!"
Qin Hongyi immediately leaped into the air from the training stick.
Just a few blinks, he appeared beside Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan glanced over Qin Lei, Ning Wuqian, including the five saints of Wen Rujun.
Until this moment, he nodded slightly.
"Ok!"
As before, the worship of the Five Saints!