Douluo: I love Qian Renxue alone, but I can kill with nine swords in a box!

Seeing the nine soul rings rising behind Qin Shiyuan, Qingluan Douluo's expression suddenly condensed across from him.

"Gold...gold?"

Whenever he turned his attention to this mysterious golden halo, for some reason, an uneasiness called fear would always arise in his heart.

This golden soul ring was like a ferocious beast, suppressing him until he couldn't breathe. "

"What age is this soul ring? Why have I never passed it?"

Qingluan Douluo clenched his teeth and looked away, shouting decisively.

"Guang Ling, do it!"

A bright blue invisible arrow flew out along with his words.

In response, Qin Shiyuan just calmly raised his index finger.

"The Ninth Sword, Red Dust Immortal!"

The snow-white long sword was unsheathed in the air and attracted everyone's attention in just a moment.

The bright red in the center of the sword hilt seemed to have irresistible magic power, firmly sucking the souls of the soul masters.

"This is... the ninth sword of the original poster!"

As a fellow swordsman, Chen Xin undoubtedly has the clearest and most profound feelings about this mortal sword.

Because of this, the way he looked at this sword was countless times more shocking than anyone else.

If we talk about the eight swords in front of Qin Shiyuan, his Seven Killing Sword only showed the surrender like a minister meeting the emperor.

Now, when facing this mortal sword, it is like dust facing the bright sun.

The Seven Kills Sword was so suppressed that he didn't even dare to raise his head, and could only tremble the sword desperately with fear.

This kind of fear, which the earthly mind can clearly feel, is a fear that spans countless levels and comes from the biological level.

"boom……"

Before it even got ten meters in front of the Red Dust Fairy Sword, the invisible arrow seemed to be suddenly hit by some force majeure.

It was like shards of glass that could break at a touch, disintegrating inch by inch in mid-air.

"My invisible arrow! How is that possible!"

Seeing that his unexpected arrow not only failed to achieve an inch, but was even far away from the target, it fell into the air with no strength.

The face of Guang Ling Douluo, who was behind the eight people in Wuhun Hall, was suddenly full of horror.

And when the magic pattern on his left face lit up with a faint light, he wanted to lock Qin Shiyuan for the first time.

The snow-white long sword suddenly flashed with white light, and a stream of mental power returned along the original path of his sight, making Light Ling Douluo groan in pain.

"Guang Ling? What's going on?"

Qingluan Douluo's concerned voice came from the front. Light Ling Douluo raised his head with difficulty and squeezed out a sound from his throat.

"That sword is very strong, I can't lock him..."

A simple sentence made Qingluan Douluo realize the seriousness of it.

He looked solemn and immediately shouted at the people around him.

"Don't give him a chance! Come together!"

Just as the eight people set off, the ninth golden soul ring behind Qin Shiyuan instantly lit up!

"The ninth soul skill!"

An indifferent voice came out of Qin Shiyuan's mouth, and the mortal sword hung half a meter in front of his chest.

In an instant, countless silver-white soul powers were seen turning into dots, like thousands of rivers flowing back, pouring crazily into the snow-white sword body.

"Buzz!"

As a distant sword cry sounded, the mortal sword instantly seemed to turn into a pure white light, standing quietly in mid-air.

Qin Shiyuan slowly stretched out his left hand and grasped the snow-white sword hilt with his five fingers.

The next moment, the crystal less than half an inch above the palm glowed red.

The bright red seemed to turn into liquid, spreading along the hilt to the snow-white sword body.

When the long sword was completely held in his hand, the mortal sword, which was originally pure white, had now turned into a mixture of red and white.

"Fengchen... Juenian!"

The four words slowly came out of his mouth, and the next moment, the long sword entangled in red and white was lightly swung forward.

Intangible and colorless, like a breeze blowing by, there was just a gentle ripple in the air.

But just as this layer of ripples passed through the bodies of the eight people who had rushed to Qin Shiyuan in front.

The distance was already very close, but it seemed daunting. All eight people stopped there, without exception!

Everyone seemed to have lost control of their bodies at this time, with only the look of horror still flowing in their pupils.

"boom!"

A clear voice sounded from the Red Dust Fairy Sword again, seeming to announce his birth, and also seeming to break this strange space.

"puff!……"

Five consecutive sounds of vomiting blood were heard, and the blood soaked the three feet of loess under his feet.

The eight figures that were still exuding a powerful aura now became sluggish and collapsed weakly on the ground.

As for why there were only five sounds of vomiting blood?

It's simple, because the three elders of Wuhun Palace have completely lost their vitality at this time.

When Qingluan Douluo raised his head again, he only looked at Qin Shiyuan with deep fear in his eyes.

None of them could even feel what Qin Shiyuan's attack was.

Let alone find any way to resist this weird attack.

Qingluan Douluo looked at the four people lying around, recalling the blow just now, and an inexplicable doubt flashed in his pupils.

Whether Qin Shiyuan did it intentionally or unintentionally, all three elders of Wuhun Palace were killed in battle.

And the most seriously injured person in their enshrinement hall was Guang Ling Douluo, who had almost killed Shi Nian before.

After the other party vomited a mouthful of blood, he passed out unconsciously, but fortunately his breathing was still stable.

As for the other four of them, they could barely stay awake.

"If we say those three losers were killed with one sword because they were too weak."

"Among the remaining people, Guang Ling shouldn't be the most seriously injured."

If it were really an indiscriminate attack, at least Demon-Suppressing Douluo and Qianjun Douluo, who had the same soul power level, wouldn't be any better.

But judging from the current situation, it seems to be somewhat different from what he expected.

"Could it be that...the owner of the Star Building didn't use all his strength, or...did he deliberately spare our lives?"

Thinking of this, Qingluan Douluo's eyes instantly became clear.

Looking back, it seems that the five priests in their Elder Hall are still alive and well.

Although the injuries on the body look serious, if you look carefully, they are all controlled to the extent that they can be healed with time.

Even the most seriously injured Light Ling Douluo is the same, but it may take several months to fully recover.

"Why……"

Qingluan Douluo stood up with difficulty and looked at Qin Shiyuan, who was looking at them calmly but did not move, his eyes full of doubts.

"Lord Qin...what are you..."

Because he was not sure what Qin Shiyuan was thinking, there was a little hesitation in his voice.

But no matter what, the other party spared their lives. Compared with before, Qingluan Douluo's tone now no longer held the previous hostility.