Qing Ming

At the moment when Liu Qiankun's body flew upside down, a brilliant startling rainbow shot out from the mouth of the sword hilt in his palm, and the incomparably pure killing energy shot towards Otoma's chest, only a crackling sound was heard, The long stick in his hand was broken in two, and Otoma only felt a sharp pain in his chest. He subconsciously looked down and saw that there was already a large bloody hole in his chest, and the incision was extremely smooth. Has been seriously injured.

"Huh!" Otoma snorted coldly, turned his palms and took out an object and stuffed it in front of his chest. With a movement of his body, he flew away to the north. If he doesn't leave now, it's time to repair his body as soon as possible. without delay.

Liu Qiankun flew upside down a hundred zhang away before turning over backwards, seeing that Ottoma disappearing into light, he didn't chase after him, he raised his right palm, only to hear bursts of piercing whistling sounds one after another, densely packed with blazing sword edges like flying Like a locust, they shot at Otoma's back, each of which was transformed by the purest killing spirit. In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of flying swords were shot, like a blazing giant palm swiftly towards Otto. The horse will pat behind him.

Otoma, who was in flight, was already slowing down a lot. Hearing the screams piercing the air behind him, he was terrified. He separated a ray of consciousness and swept it behind him, only to see tens of thousands of flying swords forming a huge The sword curtain was flying towards him, making his face pale with horror. At this moment of stupefaction, the thousand-handed long sword pierced through his body with a hiss, and rushed straight to the distance. Otoma's body that had been severely injured With a sound, the canopy fell apart, and it had already been cut into countless irregular pieces of meat by thousands of sharp swords. Even the primordial spirit in his brain was chopped into pieces, and even escape became a luxury.

A god-level powerhouse finally died in the sword curtain, blood spilling into the sky.

Liu Qiankun shook his head and looked at the direction where the sword curtain was going away, and then looked down at the hilt in his hand. If Otoma hadn't inadvertently inspired him with the Ten Thousand Souls Needle just now, he wouldn't have ended up with a ten thousand sword The fate of wearing a chest.So far, Liu Qiankun has also grasped the true power of this sword. As long as the power of law is poured into that crystal, the sword edge condensed by the mind will shoot out at an extremely fast speed, and condense into a sword again. Feng's speed is also astonishingly fast, and the instant ten thousand swords are only in the blink of an eye.

The real use of this sword is not to confront people head-on, but a wonderful thing to win by surprise.No one would have guessed that a long sword can instantly unleash ten thousand or one hundred thousand swords. As long as your power of law is strong enough, you may be able to unleash a million swords in an instant. Its power can be described as terrifying Well, the reason why Ancient God Xuanbing didn't bring him with him was nothing more than being too confident.

Just after Liu Qiankun killed Otoma, the Golden Crow Emperor on the ice also finished playing, and the hundreds of Aila Afghan gods and men were thrown to pieces one by one, and could only lie in a mess. Humming on the ice, even those who barely got up were slapped down by the Golden Crow Emperor's paw.

Whoosh!

A long red rope slowly floated down from the sky, like a giant python winding straight down, binding the group of gods and men together in an instant.If Liu Qiankun had just thrown the rope during the fierce battle with Otoma, the opponent would not even have the time to fight back. While understanding the magical effect of the strange sword hilt, it also caused a god-king strongman to die at the edge of the sword under.

"God Ladan, come out and see you." Liu Qiankun stood in the void and shouted in a low voice to the front of the ice palace.Before the words were finished, Lao Bin Laden walked out briskly, with a joyful smile on his wrinkled old face.He woke up not long after swallowing the divine elixir, and he had already used his divine sense to detect the battle on the ice field clearly. This supremely cultivated arctic god king gave him hope.

"Ladan thanked the God-King for his life." Ladan bowed and bowed, and said, "Ladan is willing to serve the God-King of the North Pole forever, and he will have no second thoughts as a slave."

The old god was completely overwhelmed by Liu Qiankun's strength, and he wanted to follow him.Rather than staying alone in this cold and bitter terrain, it is better to follow a strong man as a slave. Moreover, with Ladan's eyesight, he has already known that this North Pole God King must be a benevolent Lord.

Liu Qiankun smiled lightly and said: "What's the use of having you as a slave? Today I will take you back to the position of patriarch among the Hui clan. I don't know what you want?"

The reason why he changed his original intention was because of his own deep meaning. If he let those gods go back like this, there will be no guarantee that more people will come here to disturb his purity. It is better to help Ladan regain the position of patriarch. It can save a lot of killing.

An elephant can trample ten thousand ants to death, but it is too troublesome for it to trample every one it sees.Liu Qiankun is not a good man and a believer, but he has a ruler in his heart, as long as he doesn't exceed the limit, he can live in peace.

Hearing this, Bin Laden froze and lay on the ice for a long time without getting up. When he raised his head, there were two clear ice marks on his cheeks. Tears would freeze instantly, not to mention bin Laden sobbed for a while.

"Follow me!" Liu Qiankun sighed softly and floated down, landing directly in front of the group of gods and men who were tied in a row by the ropes.

With his hands behind his back, Liu Qiankun paced back and forth in front of the gods, his eyes swept across the cheeks of the gods, and suddenly he frowned and pointed to a god and asked, "Do you want Live or want to die?"

The voice was very flat, but it was a bit colder than the bone-piercing wind in the ears of the group of Aila Afghan gods. They couldn't help shrinking their necks. He even hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

"If you want to live, let Ladan be the patriarch." Then the voice suddenly sank: "If you want to die, that's your fate." Liu Qiankun sucked in the pile of broken flesh and blood on the ice field with one palm, only to hear a whoosh , the small half of the Ottoman's head was picked up from the ice by a strong suction force, and flew straight to the gods, suspended like this, half of the bulging eye seemed to tell the power of the North Pole God King , The minced meat covered with icicles makes people shudder.

Finally, a god-man knelt down on one knee, and the body of the god-man also slanted, and they all knelt down in unison, saying: "I am waiting to welcome the return of the patriarch..." Although the voice It is impossible to be uniform, but the horror of the North Pole God King has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

With a tremor in his shoulders, Ladan stepped forward to help the group of gods and men, and turned around to give Liu Qiankun a begging look.

"Hahaha! It's a must to go to the Afghan tribe in Aila today. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors!" Liu Qiankun raised his head and laughed wildly, and with a flick of his hand, he had already tied the bundle of divine ropes in his palm.

(The update is here, and, without saying anything, just one word 'dry'.)