Chapter 1342: Deceiving the Master and Destroying the Ancestors

"Hmph! Now that you don't have your magic weapon, look how arrogant you are! You should feel satisfied that you can force me to use this magical power in public! Everything is over, go to hell!"

A ferocious look appeared on Qing Zhichen's face, and he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth as he watched the green sword net engulfing Qin Guan's figure.

So what if Qin Guan is a genius?

Under his Eight Sword Juechen supernatural power, anyone with a mere fourth-level cultivation of Emperor Martial Arts will definitely die!

But the next moment——

"Buzz!"

A piercing whisper came out, and a green light suddenly appeared, like a green dragon, soaring straight into the sky, blooming with endless light, turning the clouds in the sky into blue, and the heaven and earth were eclipsed!

The next moment, the green light quickly converged and condensed, turning into a three-foot green blade, which suddenly appeared in Qin Guan's hand!

"Sword slash!"

Qin Guan waved his hand casually, and the three-foot green blade drew a dazzling green light, which struck out from above and below, as if splitting the sky from the middle. Wherever it passed, it was destroyed and decayed, and Qing Zhichen's green sword net was instantly destroyed. Defeated and dissipated into nothingness!

The power of the green light did not diminish at all, with an aura of incomparable destruction, like the wrath of a god, beheading Qing Zhichen who was so close at hand!

"No! Impossible!"

The smile that had just appeared on Qing Zhichen's mouth froze, his face turned into a look of horror, and he flew back with all his strength!

"Puch!"

Although Qing Zhichen reacted quickly, the area covered by the green light was too large and the speed was extremely fast. He slashed directly on Qing Zhichen's shoulder, and a broken arm was thrown out, and was then crushed by the remaining green light aura. It exploded instantly when pressed, turning into countless tiny pieces of flesh and blood!

"Qing Cang Divine Sword!"

"It's the Holy Sword Spirit of the Qingshan Sword Sect!"

Seeing the three-foot green blade in Qin Guan's hand, all the powerful men behind Qing Zhichen exclaimed in surprise.

The countless disciples of Qingshan Sword Sect who gathered around Fan Ning and others were in a commotion, and the eyes of Qingcang Divine Sword were full of endless awe!

According to the ancestral teachings of the Qingshan Sword Sect, the person who obtains the Holy Sword Soul is the leader of the Qingshan Sword Sect!

Although there were rumors before that Qin Guan took out the Qingcang Divine Sword in Yonghe City and ordered thousands of disciples, but they never saw it with their own eyes. In addition, Qing Zhichen later killed several people who had been ordered by Qin Guan in public. Qian Disciple, the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect have finally dispelled their doubts, but now they have seen with their own eyes the Holy Sword Soul of the Qingshan Sword Sect that has been missing for hundreds of thousands of years!

At this moment, the hearts of countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples were filled with excitement, and the crowds were moving!

"hiss……"

Holding his injured shoulder, blood gushed out from between his fingers. Qing Zhichen gasped, his face turned pale, and he was sweating heavily.

Qing Zhichen knew that Qin Guan's sword strike just missed his target intentionally, otherwise the earth-shattering sword strike just now would have been enough to kill him on the spot!

Looking at the three-foot Qingfeng in Qin Guan's hand with palpitations, Qing Zhichen could clearly feel that its power was dozens of times more powerful than his teacher Qingshan's Qingcang Divine Sword, and he felt endless greed in his heart!

"The disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect listen to the order and form a formation quickly to help our leader surround and kill this traitor and regain the holy sword soul of our Qingshan Sword Sect!"

Qing Zhichen suddenly shouted loudly, the sound shook the surrounding areas, and the sound spread throughout the entire Qingshan Sword Sect.

Following Qing Zhichen's fierce shouting, countless Qingshan Sword Sect disciples came to their senses and were ready to move one by one.

"Asshole! The ancestral precepts clearly say that the person who possesses the Holy Sword Soul of our Qingshan Sword Sect is the leader of our sect. Are you trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, so you can't rebel?"

Seeing that under Qing Zhichen's instigation, all the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples wanted to besiege Qin Guan together, Fan Ning took a step forward and yelled angrily.

After Fan Ning pulled down his hat, all the Qingshan Sword Sect disciples suddenly stopped.

No matter how courageous they are, they would not dare to deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors!

"Don't listen to their nonsense! Fan Ning and the others killed the leader and took away the Holy Sword Soul. They are the evil disciples of our Qingshan Sword Sect! Kill them, take back the Holy Sword Soul, and correct the rules of our Qingshan Sword Sect. Condolence to the teacher’s spirit in heaven!”

Qing Zhichen gave a sharp shout and encouraged him again.

The countless disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect around him were moved. After all, Qing Zhichen had controlled the Qingshan Sword Sect for hundreds of thousands of years, and they were still more willing to believe what Qing Zhichen said.

"What a sharp tongue that confuses right and wrong!"

Qin Guan, who was standing in the sky, spoke coldly, his voice sounding like thunder:

"Do you know why I didn't kill you on the spot just now? Because not only did I want you to die, but I also wanted to discredit you and make you infamy forever!"

After saying this, a white light flashed in front of Qin Guan, and a spar coffin suddenly appeared in front of him, floating in the sky. The old man lying inside was the dead Qingshan!

"It's Patriarch Qingshan!"

Seeing Qingshan's body, countless disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect around him screamed in surprise and fell to their knees one after another, with endless sadness on their faces!

As the founder of the Qingshan Sword Sect, Qingshan is the goal they strive for, and he is regarded as a god in their hearts. Originally, they always thought that the Patriarch Qingshan was practicing in seclusion, but they never expected that the Patriarch Qingshan was regarded as a god in their hearts. Already fallen!

"You bastard! You robbed my teacher of the Holy Sword Soul, and you even let his old man's body rest in peace. You deserve to die!"

Qing Zhichen was startled at first, then with a look of sadness and anger, he opened his mouth and angrily yelled at Qin Guan.

"You treacherous villain, you are the one who deserves death!"

Qin Guan suddenly shouted loudly and threw out a memory crystal. It was exactly the scene when Senior Qingshan asked him for help before he died!