Wuqi nodded, then she understood the history of the Atlantis continent and asked: "Is the emperor of the Eastern Cultivation Continent still Li Xiaoyi?"

The Southern Orc shook his head and said, "The current emperor is Li Yiming. Li Xiaoyi is the founding emperor of the Eastern Cultivation Kingdom. He passed away early after only a hundred years."

"Okay, I understand. Then I'll go. Just wait here for a while. You orcs can handle this matter without any effort." Wuqi said with confidence.

As he finished speaking, his body shook and the person disappeared immediately, like a gust of wind, leaving no trace. When he appeared again, he had already arrived on a towering steep, rugged mountain. Over a huge square, hundreds of flying swords were flying in the air at this moment, comparing each other with sword skills.

On the square, hundreds of young monks dressed in monks slashed their fingers hard, pinched out one cumbersome and profound hand-finding after another, and tried hard to control their flying swords. An elder was patrolling in front of him, nodding and shaking his head from time to time to scold.

"Yes, that's it, keep going..."

"You did this wrong! If you hit the wrong hand, you will hurt your vitality. Keep your hands lower, and I will let you lower, have you heard?"

But at this moment, the old man's face suddenly changed, and a shocking light appeared in his eyes that had never been seen before. His eyes were sharply looking towards the south. At the same time, with his wrist turned, the old man suddenly spit out a flying sword from his mouth, hanging in front of him, and immediately put on a stance to welcome the enemy, which attracted all the young disciples in front of him.

"What the hell is wrong with the elder?"

"have no idea."

The children couldn't help looking at each other.

The old man ignored it. There was only a black line on his forehead. If it were normal, such a thing would have been slapped over, giving these young people with a weak mind a lesson, so how could they tolerate it? But at the moment, they had to bear it. Because the old man felt a very unkind aura coming from the distant south at an extremely fast speed.

"Who is the friend who came here? Can you show up and see him?" the old man asked with a gentle expression.

A voice suddenly came from the sky, "Yes." A short figure appeared. It was Wuqi. His eyes were filled with calmness. He fell to the ground silently, silently, without causing any movement, but it brought shock to everyone. It was extremely huge. Especially the old man who was talking, his eyes were almost glaring out.

"Wow! This person is so powerful. You can walk in the air without controlling the flying sword. What kind of cultivation is it?"

"From appearing to landing, there was no sound. The air fluctuation was even more like it was perfectly integrated with the world. I could only see my master doing this. But my master has been practicing for five hundred years, and no matter how you look at this person, he is only thirty years old at most. He is too young, right?"

The discussions of the disciples sounded again. When the old man heard this, although he didn't say a word, his heart was shocked no less than those of the young disciples, but more. His eyes turned, and the old man immediately frowned and thought deeply, comparing Wuqi with the strong men on the Atlantis continent one by one, and found that none of them matched the number. He breathed a sigh of relief and then he recovered his calmness.

"You are just the Feijian Sect that is specifically for the trouble of the Southern Orcs, right?" Wuqi asked.

"That's right." A trace of vigilance flashed in the old man's eyes. Although he was still very afraid of Wuqi, he was not afraid. He asked with a bad expression: "I wonder what this little brother is saying to come to my Feijian Sect?"

"It's very simple. Swear in front of me that I won't allow you to make things difficult for the South Orc in the future." Wuqi said straight to the point.

"Little brother, you can really be kidding. I think you are also a human being? This southern orc is not the same as us, so why do you stand on their side? Besides, do you know the power of our Feijian Gate on the east side of the continent? You are young..."

Seeing that the old man was still talking, Wuqi immediately interrupted the other party without interest and made a harsh word.

"Don't talk nonsense to me. I hate the endless explanations, especially the pretentious old guy like you. If you didn't directly destroy your Feijian Sect, you are already giving you face. I hope you are more tactful. As long as you answer me, can you do it or not."

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in the square laughed, covered their mouths and laughed, grinning, and looked sarcastic and contemptuous. Even though they already knew in their hearts that Wuqi had extraordinary strength, no one believed that such a young monk had the ability to destroy their Feijian Sect.

The old man had the same thoughts in his heart, but he did not laugh. He raised his hand to Wuqi, and with one hand, the flying sword that was still hanging immediately roared out, bursting out a dazzling light, and headed straight for Wuqi with great power, which made the disciples in the field uproar.

But in just a moment, all the young children stopped moving their mouths, and they could swallow an egg one by one, and the old man's reaction was the same.

Wuqi raised a finger lightly without any attention, and bounced the fierce flying sword. A "clang" of invisible wave immediately condensed, colliding with the flying sword, shattering the flying sword and turning it into four parts.

Then, the aftermath spread, with Wuqi as the center, and everyone on the entire square was affected. Although the power was not very strong and did not hurt anyone, they knocked all the flying swords fighting fiercely in the sky to the ground, trembling violently, as if they sensed an undeniable thought. No matter how the masters drove them, they were no longer in charge.

"this……"

The old man immediately took a breath of air conditioning. It was not until then that he realized that the other party was not easy to provoke. He quickly took a step back, sacrificed his original intention, spit out a mouthful of blood, and pointed his fingers in front of him for several times.

"Blood-drinking sword, go!"

A flying sword formed entirely of blood appeared. As the old man pointed forward, it immediately surged in the storm, like an inflatable balloon, getting bigger and bigger and more exaggerated. Before Wuqi could get close, it was almost as big as the entire square.

"Run! The elder's ultimate move is too powerful, if you can't avoid it..."

The disciples were suddenly panicked and flew into the distance in a mess, but before they could escape far, they were stunned again, their eyes were stunned, and they were so scared that they sat on the ground, almost unable to believe what they saw in front of them.

"You dare to use the tricks of carving and insects. You can even cheat people with flashy tricks. Discard them for me!"

The contemptuous gaze flashed in Wuqi's eyes, raised his hand and stretched out a finger again, and bounced the terrifying blood sword in front of him. An invisible wave of air suddenly condensed. In the roar, it collided with the blood sword. In just a moment, it was destroyed and destroyed, tearing the blood sword into pieces and disappearing between this world.

"puff……"

The old man spewed out a mouthful of blood, looking at Wuqi with a pale face, unable to say a word, his eyes were filled with shock and unconcealed fear.

"I said, just..."

Wuqi looked at the old man with a calm expression. Just as he was about to step forward, suddenly, an angry interrupted sound, interrupting him.

"stop!"

A white figure appeared, like a meteor, rushing out of the hall behind the old man, turning into a middle-aged man, blocking Wuqi. This person was the leader of the Feijian Sect, with extraordinary strength and a transcendent aura all over his body, like an immortal. He stared at Wuqi with a bad look, and a murderous intent gradually appeared in his pupils.

"Little brother. I have such cultivation at a young age, and I do have the capital to be arrogant. But there are people outside of people and there are heavens outside of people, so you should not be too extreme in being a human being. If you come here for no reason, I will be troubled by Feijian. I am not afraid..."

"Don't talk nonsense. I only have one word, do you agree to me or not." Wuqi was too lazy to listen to the nagging and directly interrupted the other party.

"It's too much to deceive people! I won't teach you a lesson today, as a junior. It seems that you really don't know what a world is."

The head of the Feijian Sect's qi trembled. Without waiting for Wuqi to react, he raised his hand and immediately came out the sword technique. A dazzling light sword appeared in the air behind Wuqi, rushing towards Wuqi's back heart and piercing through Wuqi.

"The sect leader is invincible! The sect leader is mighty!! The sect leader..."

Seeing this scene, the panicked disciples relaxed one by one, and looked at the powerful lightsaber with excitement. Many people's eyes showed a strong longing look in their eyes.

However, for only a moment, everyone's expressions were stunned again. Because, after Wuqi was penetrated by the lightsaber, no one saw the scene of blood splashing everywhere, Wuqi's body collapsed, and his tragic death on the spot. The only thing he saw was the scene of Wuqi's body being seriously distorted.

At the same time, another Wuqi appeared in sight, but the location was no longer in mid-air, but in the main hall, standing motionless in front of the leader of the Feijian Sect. The distance between the two was only one meter, but the oppression brought to people was completely different, and the postures were also very different.

"you……"

The leader of the Feijian Sect took a step back in disbelief. His body was shocked and he almost fell down. His hair was a little messy. However, Wuqi stood still, expressionless, and could not see the depth of his strength. He was like a giant mountain sank into the clouds, giving people an unbearable pressure.

"It turned out to be a afterimage! It turned out to be a afterimage!! The attack of the sect leader just hit the afterimage of that person. I'm not right?"

"It's so fast! It's so fast, I thought he was dead. I didn't expect..."

The noise sounded again, but the object of discussion was no longer the leader of the Feijian Sect, but Wuqi, this mysterious man who suddenly appeared.

"Blood Sword Killing Formation! Open!"
Chapter completed!