Chapter 1290 This Emperor Is the Master of the Magic Palace

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When Shui Qinghan heard the old voice, his body trembled slightly.

Qing Wuwei, the ancestor of the Qingdu Sword Sect, two thousand years old, a real martial artist.

A series of messages just flashed in Shui Qinghan's heart. An old man with white hair and a shawl in a black sword robe appeared in front of Shui Qinghan.

In the old man's hand, he was still holding Qing Mo, who was swept away by Shui Qinghan.

"Qing Wuwei!"

Shui Qinghan immediately exclaimed when he saw the old man appear, his eyes full of fear.

Although the Qingdu Sword Sect can only be regarded as a second-rate force, the ancestors of the Qingdu Sword Sect, even if they arrive at the Tianshui Holy Land, will still be regarded as guests!

The powerhouses of the True Martial Realm can be considered one in a million, and they are the powerhouses standing at the top of the Xuanxiao Continent.

Even in the Heaven-level Holy Land, the true martial arts powerhouse is properly a high-level person.

And their Tianxuan Holy Land is only the lowest level of the Yellow-level Holy Land, and the strongest among the Holy Lands are only the real Martial Realm.

Qing Wuwei threw Qing Mo on the ground, and then released Qing Mo's restraint.

"I am going to kill you!"

As soon as the confinement was released, Qing Mo rushed towards Shui Qinghan like a mad dog, but before Qing Mo met Shui Qinghan, Qing Mo was pressed down by Qing Wuwei again.

"Ancestor, let me go, I'm going to kill him!" Qing Mo struggled under Qing Wuwei, his eyes turning red.

Not only was he slapped twice in front of the public, but he was also slapped mercilessly in the end. It can be said that he, the head of the Qingdu Sword Sect, has lost all his face, and his face has been disgraced.

Qing Mo didn't even know how to stand in front of the disciples in the future.

Shui Qinghan must be killed before he can establish his majesty again in front of his disciples!

"Qing Mo." Qing Wuwei said lightly, without the slightest emotion in his tone.

As soon as Qing Wuwei said these words, Qing Mo's ferocious expression instantly solidified, and the whole person became quiet, not daring to move again.

Shui Qinghan can clearly see,

Qing Mo's body was trembling slightly, and there was an undisguised fear in the depths of his eyes.

"Gollum!"

Qing Mo swallowed slightly, and beads of sweat fell from his forehead, and said to Qing Wuwei in a trembling voice, "I-I understand, Patriarch."

Qing Mo knows... Once Qing Wuwei speaks in such a tone, he will show no mercy to anyone!

In the history of Qingdu Sword Sect, there were not one or two leaders killed by Qing Wuwei.

In Qing Wuwei's eyes, anyone's life is like a mustard.

Hearing Qing Mo's words, Qing Wuwei also let go of Qing Mo and said lightly, "I hope you will wake up next time and don't make any more mistakes."

"Yes!"

Qing Mo's face was full of fear, and he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore. After standing up from the ground, he stopped talking, and the whole person became very calm.

After dealing with Qing Mo, Qing Wuwei looked at Zhang Ziling, his eyes lowered, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Seeing Qing Wuwei looking at him, Zhang Ziling's eyes were full of smiles, and he looked at Qing Wuwei carefully.

The second level of true martial arts.

It seems that he is a veteran powerhouse who has stepped into the real martial state for a long time.

Seeing Zhang Ziling's eyes, Qing Wuwei felt unhappy in his heart, and said to Zhang Ziling in a low voice, "What is your relationship with the Demon Palace?"

"Master of the Demon Palace." Zhang Ziling replied without hesitation.

"I'm not asking you now." Qing Wuwei's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a gleam in the gap, "Before this, what was your relationship with the magic palace?"

"I've been in Qingdu City for two thousand years, and I've never seen a strong person like you." Qing Wuwei is not stupid, and the person who can make Shui Qinghan so servile can only be a true martial artist.

Moreover, it is also a descendant of forces above the Xuan-level Holy Land.

Judging from Zhang Ziling's appearance, Qing Wuwei can also tell that Zhang Ziling is an extremely talented evildoer, otherwise it is absolutely impossible to maintain such a young appearance when he reaches the real martial state.

However, although the talent enchanting is fast in cultivation, it also has a fatal shortcoming-completely lack of combat experience.

Qing Wuwei dared to conclude that the kid he faced had no combat experience, and from the kid's arrogant attitude, it also showed that this kid was just a genius pushed by the big family with resources, and his actual combat power could only be abused. The boy who abused the Heavenly Palace Realm, against any old-fashioned True Martial Realm, is definitely only crushed.

Shui Qinghan is so flattering, it can also show that there is a giant power behind this kid.

However, for Qing Wuwei...killing the inheritance saint son of the great power is his favorite thing to do in his life.

Therefore, whether it is Zhang Ziling's strength or his power background, in Qing Wuwei's view, there is no threat to him.

"Before this?"

Hearing Qing Wuwei's words, Zhang Ziling pretended to think for a while, then looked at Qing Wuwei and said with a chuckle, "The Palace Master of the Devil Palace."

"Boy, are you playing with me?" Hearing Zhang Ziling's answer, Qing Wuwei's face turned gloomy in an instant, looking at Zhang Ziling and shouting in a deep voice.

Anger was suppressed in his tone.

The powerful pressure of the real martial realm spread out from Qing Wuwei's body, the pressure of everyone in the magic palace dojo increased sharply, and the feeling of suffocation hit.

The disciples of the Qingdu Sword Sect and the Demon Palace all turned pale, unable to withstand the pressure from Qing Wuwei.

In the magic palace dojo, most people have never felt the pressure of the real martial realm. For them, even the powerhouse of the Nirvana realm is enough to suffocate them, not to mention that they have crossed two major realms. A sense of oppression comparable to the pressure of a mountain on the body, causing many people with weak cultivation to bleed from their bodies.

Seeing the release of Qing Wuwei's coercion, Zhang Ziling's eyes also flashed a hint of jokes, looking at Qing Wuwei and said lightly: "I'm just playing with you, so what can I do."

"Looking for death!" Qing Wuwei snorted coldly, and stopped talking nonsense to Zhang Ziling. The whole person turned into an afterimage and shot at Zhang Ziling.

boom!

Qing Wuwei's spiritual energy surged all over his body, violent air waves surged around, and all the monks in the Demon Palace Dojo were blown away.

Only the person in Zhang Ziling's direction was as motionless as a mountain.

Seeing Qing Wuwei blasting towards him, Zhang Ziling's mouth twitched slightly, and he did not avoid it, so he sat on the chair leisurely.

Seeing that Zhang Ziling despised himself so much, Qing Wuwei couldn't help but evoke a sinister smile, "It's arrogant and arrogant, there's always a price to pay!"

Qing Wuwei doesn't have the habit of showing mercy on the other side!

"Qingling Sword Qi!" Qing Wuwei pressed his fingers together to form a sword, and the sharp sword energy rushed out from between his fingers, split everything, and shot at Zhang Ziling.

The fierce sword qi was crisscrossing all around, and the ground was instantly shattered into pieces. Gu Changqing and Gu Zhuxuan who were behind Zhang Ziling felt incomparable pain even when they were blown away by those hurricanes, and there were tiny bloodstains on their faces.

"Senior be careful!"

Seeing the endless sword energy attacking Zhang Ziling, Gu Zhuxuan suddenly exclaimed.

With the power of that fierce sword qi, if it hit Zhang Ziling, Gu Zhuxuan really didn't want to see that bloody scene.

However, Zhang Ziling had no plans to evade this attack, and even An Bei, Ren Tian, ​​Gu Changqing, and the nine ancestors of the Holy Land behind Zhang Ziling did not react to it.

If the sword energy wielded by a mere martial artist in the real martial realm could hurt the Demon Emperor...

I am afraid that with one kick of the saint, the entire Xuanxiao Continent can be shattered.

Before Qing Wuwei met Zhang Ziling, they had already predicted the outcome of the battle.

Just a moth to a fire.

The sharp sword qi seemed to tear the world apart, and it arrived in front of Zhang Ziling in an instant.

"broken."

In the face of this sudden shot of sword energy, Zhang Ziling just tapped the sword energy with his fingertips.

Click.

With a soft sound, Qing Wuwei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face froze.

How, how?

Qing Wuwei set off a terrifying wave in his heart, watching helplessly as his sword was shattered.

As he got closer and closer to Zhang Ziling, Qing Wuwei began to struggle hard, trying to stop his offensive.

Now Qing Wuwei has realized that the enemy he faces is definitely not something he can provoke!

But, Qing Wuwei's attack has already gone out, plus the speed of Qing Wuwei's outbreak just now, even if Qing Wuwei is fighting the danger of backlash to take back his attack, it is absolutely impossible for him to be so fast at this moment. Forced to stop.

In other words, no matter what, Qing Wuwei will definitely approach Zhang Ziling!

Seeing Qing Wuwei rushing in front of him, the corner of Zhang Ziling's mouth also rose slightly, his palms slightly opened, grabbing Qing Wuwei's face.

To others, it was as if Qing Wuwei had bumped into Zhang Ziling's hand.

However, only Qing Wuwei knew that at that moment...he couldn't move at all!

boom!

After Zhang Ziling grabbed Qing Wuwei's head, he threw it gently on the ground, and Qing Wuwei smashed a huge pit in front of Zhang Ziling.

Gollum!

Shui Qinghan, who was still kneeling, saw that Qing Wuwei was so easily defeated by Zhang Ziling, he swallowed hard, feeling that every cell in his body was shaking.

Qing Wuwei, a powerhouse of the true martial realm... The existence of Qingdu City could be shattered with one foot, and in front of Zhang Ziling, he just let out a sword energy and fell to the ground.

Even if Zhang Ziling himself said that he was not the Devil Emperor, Shui Qinghan would never believe it.

Shui Qinghan still understood why Zhang Ziling was able to do this, but the others... including the disciples of the Demon Palace, were all stunned and their minds went blank.

That green inaction...

Is it a true martial artist?

"No, it's impossible..." Qing Mo couldn't believe what he saw, how strong is Qing Wuwei, Qing Mo knows better than anyone else!

That is an old monster that has lived for two thousand years, an existence that even the Holy Land has to treat as a guest!

Such an almighty, this kind of almighty standing at the top of the Xuanxiao Continent and worshipped by hundreds of millions of beings... Why is he vulnerable like an ant in front of that person?

thump……

Qing Mo knelt down, and a dead gray color appeared on his face.

He now finally understands why Shui Qinghan was so afraid of Zhang Ziling just now.

In the face of a powerhouse of this level, even if they join the Qingdu Sword Sect together, they will only have to die.

There is actually a...

saint!

When Qing Mo thought that the Qingdu Sword Sect was about to be wiped out, he looked at Zhang Ziling in despair, with blood and tears in his eyes.

"you you……"

Qing Wuwei struggled to get up from the ground, looking at Zhang Ziling with fear in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Qing Wuwei's words were shrill and loud, echoing in the Demon Palace Dojo.

The disciples of the Demon Palace were also staring at Zhang Ziling with all their attention, waiting for Zhang Ziling to answer.

Everyone is curious...

Who is this mysterious senior?

"Didn't I say it?"

Zhang Ziling looked at Qing Wuwei and smiled.

"This emperor is the master of the magic palace!"