The King of The Worlds

Time passed by in the inn, and it fell into a strange calm.

The six elders were firm in their daoism, facing Qin Yi's arrogant posture, there was no ups and downs in their hearts, showing a good state. They are all experts who have practiced for decades and have reached the eighth level.

Whether it is endurance or mood, they are far beyond ordinary people.

Qin Yi wanted to wait, so they obeyed. After all, in the final analysis, everyone is from the same sect, and there is also the reality of brothers and sisters, so it is not good to go too far.

Some people are even over a hundred years old, and Qin Yi faces them, they are all the younger generation among the younger generation.

Half an hour later, a group of people came to the inn again, headed by an elder from Shushan.

After he came here with the sword in his hand, he glanced at the audience, raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say anything, and found a corner to sit down. Even without asking, he seems to have understood what happened here.

After another half an hour, the last elder arrived.

So far, the eight elders and thirty-two disciples of Shushan have gathered in this small inn, and the place is already full.

The inn was still quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Qin Yi sat cross-legged in the guest room on the second floor, expressionless, eyes closed, and did not respond to the arrival of the eight elders downstairs. At this moment, An Yi became nervous, her little hands tightly clenched the hem of her clothes.

The people of Shushan are different from other sects, and they are not at the same level as any monsters.

As the gateway to the mortal world that suppresses Shushan in Li, the power of Shushan is as powerful as one can imagine. You must know that although the demon world is also divided into many small worlds, Lishu Mountain is the place where the most demons survive and the most powerful demons exist. Shushan is the head of the seventy-two fairylands in the human world, and the strength of its disciples and elders has already far surpassed other sects.

Facing Shushan, this kind of pressure can be imagined.

"Junior Brother Chang Yi is happy and calm, don't you think we should say something?"

After waiting for about half an hour, an elder said calmly.

At this moment, the eight elders were all sitting in their seats, some were drinking tea, some were playing with the teapot in their hands, their expressions were calm, without any anxiety or anger.

"I don't know you very well on weekdays, so I have nothing to say."

Qin Yi closed his eyes,

Said lightly.

"You are calm."

"Why don't you go back to Mount Shu with us, the head wants to see you!"

The elder said.

"I don't want to go back yet."

Qin Yi returns.

"If it was the past, we would leave you alone. After all, Shushan can't help his children to be free, and you, Elder Lude, no one can control you."

"However, this time, what you did next made us very embarrassed. I'm afraid you have to go with us."

An elder's face turned cold, and his tone sank.

"What did I do?"

Qin Yi asked.

"Falling in love with a witch, and hurting your comrades for a monster, Junior Brother Chang Yi, I never imagined that you would do such a rebellious thing!"

The elder shouted angrily.

The aura on his body suddenly surged out, causing the teacups in front of his eyes to shatter, and the tea flowed rustlingly.

It was at this moment that Gun Gun Sword Intent suddenly turned into a mad dragon, roaring, rushed to the second floor, circled around, roared angrily, smashed open the door of the room, and went straight to Qin Yi.

Suddenly, at this moment, Qin Yi opened his eyes.

His face was cold, and two swords flashed out of his eyes.

"Even though you are my fellow disciple, I still want to invite you."

"Buzz!"

With his eyes widened, Qin Yi's sword intent also surged up, and he rushed straight out.

"Keep your mouth clean!"

The words came out, and the sword intent also collided with the elder's at this time.

"boom!"

In an instant, the attic guest rooms on the second floor were split, shattered, and cut directly by the sword intent. Even at the next moment, the elder's sword intent was shattered, and immediately after, a stream of light penetrated the floor again, hitting the elder who was sitting below.

"What a terrifying sword intent!"

The elder's pupils contracted, and his eyes were full of shock.

With a wave of his right hand, the long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the sword swept forward.

"boom!"

The sound of shock came out, and a circle of air waves suddenly dispersed, breaking all the windows of the inn, and the strong wind quickly blew outside.

The sword-wielding elder looked horrified, and stepped back four or five steps, each step leaving a deep footprint, and finally hit another table behind him.

"Crack!"

The long table couldn't support the aftermath of the sword intent scattered from his body at this moment, and it shattered loudly.

"Brother!!"

The other seven elders were all shocked, and they looked at the elder holding the sword worriedly.

"I'm fine!"

The elder holding the sword gritted his teeth, his right hand trembled, he looked down and saw that the long sword he had been carrying for many years was in pieces and shattered all over the place.

It was just a sword intent from the other party that shattered his own sword!

How terrible? !

"puff!"

After the three words were said, the elder holding the sword wanted to take another step forward, but just as he stepped out, his complexion changed, he spurted a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"If you dare to take another step, you will spray a second time!"

On the second floor, Qin Yi stepped out of the room slowly and appeared in the eyes of everyone.

At this moment, he has returned to his appearance in his twenties, young and handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes are shining with coldness, with a strong sense of domineering king.

The elder holding the sword raised his head and glared at him angrily.

"Back off, I don't want to make a second sword."

Qin Yi looked down, and his words pierced the heart of the elder holding the sword.

The latter's eyes spit fire, but after three breaths, he snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeves.

After losing one move, the elder holding the sword knew that he could no longer stay here.

"You guys, do you all go together, or do you take turns?"

Qin Yi stopped looking at the departing elder, turned his eyes to the other seven and said calmly.

His words were plain, but filled with a strong sense of overbearing contempt.

"I didn't expect that Junior Brother Chang Yi, who hasn't seen him for more than ten years, has already achieved such a high level of cultivation. It really surprised us!"

One of the elders sighed, and he slowly pulled out the long sword behind his back.

"In the past 130 years, Pindao has cultivated this sword intent, and his cultivation is not as good as yours. It really makes me feel ashamed."

"Senior brother Changqing is right. If you were in Shushan back then, it would have brought me a second peak in Shushan. It's a pity."

With a sigh, the long sword was pulled out, and the tip of the sword was exposed in front of everyone's eyes, showing its sharpness and coldness.

"Fate is only one word, which makes people sigh."

"Since Chang Hao is the head of the sect at the moment, I should help him, obey his orders, and protect my name in Shushan!"

"No way, Junior Brother Chang Hao, you should go to Mount Shu to explain it!"

After finishing a sentence, the old Taoist suddenly pointed his sword forward.

"Buzz!"

The void was rippling, and there were ripples. The strong wind, heavy rain, lightning, and hail all came together at this moment, making this small inn full of terrifying sword intent.

It was as if the god of the sword had come.

Qin Yi's eyes lit up, and he saw behind the old Taoist, a phantom of a swordsman in white robes emerged, with a hazy face, white beard and hair, and a fairy-like demeanor.

But even so, the whole body exudes a strong sword intent.

"Sword God!"

At this moment, the old man glared angrily, shouted loudly, and directed his sword, pointing directly at Qin Yi.

Shushan sword skills, the skills of the gods, the sword god!

The sword can pass through the gods, please move the gods, use the sword to control the enemy, with one move, the world only has the sword.

At this moment, there is nothing else in the inn!

Only the sword!