Chapter 217 The Power of the Tenth Grade

"Hula."

Li Qingxuan shot out, his footsteps hitting the ground, causing the whole street to shake.

I saw that his whole body turned into an afterimage, like a cannonball, pulling out a long whistling sound in the sky, like a speedboat breaking through the lake, setting off a mighty sound wave.

This long sound wave with a harsh sound went straight from Li Qingxuan's position to Chu Shiyu, the master of Jiange Pavilion.

Like a shooting star dragging a long tail.

The distance of more than ten feet was covered almost in the blink of an eye.

"Hula."

With a sword roar, Chu Shiyu's body flew backwards quickly.

And the green bricks under his feet were broken layer by layer, and a sword mark spread out for more than ten feet. The sword energy was stirring and stirring.

And Li Qingxuan appeared in the sky above his original position.

Holding the Han Chi Sword in his hand, his black hair was blowing in the wind, and sharp gleams shot out from his eyes.

"Chu Shiyu, we originally had no grudges, but you shouldn't have come into this muddy water and ended up dying today!"

"Li Qingxuan, don't be so arrogant. If you kill my disciple, how can I, the master, not avenge my disciple?"

"And do you think that I have practiced swordsmanship for so many years in vain?"

Chu Shiyu stood on the street with his clothes fluttering.

Although he was knocked away by Li Qingxuan's move, he was not injured.

Although he is not the tenth grade, his aura at this moment is not weaker than that of the tenth grade.

"You are just using secret techniques to improve your strength, but you are trying to use the peak of the ninth grade to fight against the tenth grade. Chu Shiyu, you are really naive."

Li Qingxuan suddenly kicked his feet in the air, like a flying bird, and rushed towards Chu Shiyu quickly.

As he approached him, his palm suddenly rose.

"Boom."

The surrounding air was aroused by this terrifying power, forming a huge palm in the sky, and slapped Chu Shiyu's position brazenly.

After Li Qingxuan practiced the Huangting Sutra, his true energy became stronger and stronger. Although he was only in the middle of the tenth rank, he was not even a match for Ye Cangqiong in the late tenth rank.

Pushing with all his strength at this moment, the air condensed as hard as steel.

Under this pressure, even an elephant would be crushed.

"boom!"

Chu Shiyu flew backwards again. Even if he resisted with all his strength, he still felt powerless under the vast zhenqi.

"Take another move from me."

Li Qingxuan stepped forward, Han Chi's sword turned into countless sword energy, and with the sword energy that filled the sky, he slashed out a bright sword light and struck Chu Shiyu's body.

The sword in Chu Shiyu's hand could only be used for defense and had no power to fight back.

Everyone watching the battle from a distance had ugly expressions on their faces.

Is this the power of a tenth-grade master?

With a wave of his hand, the sword light reaches a hundred feet, and one step covers a distance of dozens of feet. The sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

The whole capital seemed to be shaking.

"The gap between the ninth and tenth grades cannot be bridged. Even if you use secret methods to barely increase your combat power to that of the tenth grade, it will not help."

Li Qingxuan put away the Han Chi Sword, then suddenly raised his palm and shook it hard at the sky.

"Boom."

A strong wind blew up from the ground, and a giant magic sun slowly rose behind Li Qingxuan.

There was a constant surge of demonic energy on the demonic sun, which instantly enveloped the entire imperial city like a dark cloud.

The entire imperial city turned into a demonic realm in an instant.

Chu Shiyu's face changed wildly at this moment. He waved his sleeves to disperse the incoming demonic energy.

The surrounding masters of the sword pavilion fled in all directions under the attack of the demonic energy, unable to maintain their formation at all.

Li Qingxuan stepped into the sky and waved his hand to the sky. Countless demonic energy was quickly condensed and turned into a giant hand covering ten miles.

"Chu Shiyu, today I will let you have a taste of this great sun magic power."

Li Qingxuan shouted, and there was an explosion in the sky.

The huge devil's palm brought with it a terrifying power and a roaring wind, and struck Chu Shiyu.

 In the distance, in the eyes of everyone, they only saw a huge palm falling from the sky, as if the hand of God was going to wipe out all living things.

Chu Shiyu raised his hand to form a ten-foot-long sword light and tried to block it, but the magic hand used by Li Qingxuan was the most powerful blow he had learned from the devil's strategy.

The devil's hand seemed to come from outside the sky and crush everything.

"Boom."

The magic hand took down the image with great force. The surrounding houses, centered on the magic hand, were quickly flattened under the strong pressure, forming a fifteen-foot vacuum zone.

Chu Shiyu's sword light shattered layer by layer under the devil's hand.

Chu Shiyu suddenly turned pale and full of fear.

"How can it be?"

He obviously has a combat power close to the tenth level due to the secret techniques of his sect. In addition, as a sword cultivator, he has the strength to fight in the mid-tenth level.

That's why he dared to agree to the Dali court to deal with Li Qingxuan.

But he never expected that young Li Qingxuan would be so powerful.

With this palm strike, I'm afraid a small mountain could be flattened.

Not only him, but Mr. Three, Queen Mother Dali and others who were watching the battle were all shocked and shocked.

This is simply not the kind of power that should appear in the human world.

"Run away immediately."

When Chu Shiyu was in danger of life, he didn't care about avenging his apprentice. He stepped on the ground and shot away into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, he had escaped more than ten feet away.

But he was still too slow.

At this moment, the palm fell suddenly.

"No!"

At this critical moment of life and death, countless sword shadows appeared on Chu Shiyu's body, and finally turned into cyan sword light, trying to break through this palm.

However, the power of Li Qingxuan's palm was too strong.

I saw the sword light colliding with the palm, unable to stop the palm at all.

Countless sword lights were destroyed instantly, and then the palm directly slapped Chu Shiyu down.

A huge crater appeared around it, the ground was shaking, and smoke and dust were rising everywhere.

Under the palm of his hand, Chu Shiyu spurted blood from his mouth. His body instantly exploded from the middle under the strong pressure, and countless broken arms and limbs flew in all directions.

The master of the Sword Pavilion was blown away with a slap.

"Chu Shiyu is dead."

Queen Mother Dali said with a trembling voice.

The expression of the third gentleman next to him also changed drastically.

In the imperial city, countless eyes looked at the god-like Li Qingxuan with fear.

Fighting all the way to the capital and killing the master of the Jiange Pavilion, Li Qingxuan's name is destined to become famous all over the world.

After beheading Chu Shiyu, Li Qingxuan looked directly in the direction of the palace.

Although they were separated by a long distance, their eyes seemed to collide with the Empress Dowager Dali who was sitting high up watching the battle.

"If Dali is willing to offer three cities, I can retreat today. Otherwise, I can only ask the Queen Mother of Dali to visit me as a guest in Daxia."

Li Qingxuan walked towards the palace step by step, his voice echoing in the sky above the imperial city.

The imperial troops in front of the palace gate were constantly retreating, frightened by his one-man power.

At this moment, the palace wall was suddenly shrouded in a light mask.

An old figure wearing a Confucian shirt appeared on the wall of the palace.

He looked at Li Qingxuan under the palace city.

"King You, retreat, this is not a place for you to act wild."