Super Elation Under the Sun

In fact, when Li Fuyao swept across the mountains and forests with his sword and met the monk who deliberately leaked his energy, he did not meet life and death at the beginning.

The middle-aged man with an ordinary face smiled and reported to his family when he met, saying that he was a scholar at Cangshui Academy, his name was Wan Yi, and his realm was in Chaoyang.

When encountering such a person, even if Li Fuyao wanted to fight with a sword, he had no reason to stand in front of that person and stood in silence.

It's just that the sword is full of air, and it is possible to shoot at any time.

Wan Yi found a big rock and sat down, then looked at this young swordsman who was already in the Taiqing realm, and smiled and said, "Before you, whether it's the mountain river or the demon land, mention talent. In one thing, Ye Shengge must have come out on top, but you have only practiced swords for a few years, and you have reached your current state. If you can live a stable life for a hundred years, God knows if another sea will appear."

Li Fuyao frowned and asked, "Is it because of this that what happened today?"

Wan Yi said frankly, "We three religions monks say that they are not close to the world. In fact, we can't look down on those guys. In the final analysis, there is no essential difference from those guys. You are hopeful that you have to deal with it very early. The world can no longer afford to have one more Chao Qingqiu, our saints, stingy, we people, we don't necessarily have a real magnanimous mind."

Li Fuyao was a little surprised by what the scholar said almost from the bottom of his heart. He looked at him, thought about it, and then said, "I practice my sword. You read your books, so you don't disturb each other."

Li Fuyao knew that this was a nonsense, and said these words just to hear Wan Yi's views.

Wan Yi didn't hide it, and said straightforwardly: "If you want to practice swords, then practice your swords well. If you don't make such a reputation, who will count you? But you just want to poke such a big one in Qingtian City. Come to the basket, who didn’t know that there was another swordsman named Li Fuyao in the world. Regardless of him, his talent for swordsmanship was so high that the crowds of young people in the demon world couldn’t look up. Tell me, This is not to say that those of us who have studied for a few years, even if they are the monks of the three religions who have just stepped into the road of cultivation, can you bear it? Besides, your Chaojian Immortal is too terrible, and the saints must be in his With the sword bowed, the saints have already given birth to their minds, and the world cannot give birth to a second Chao Qingqiu, otherwise you will not let us go to war. Speaking of it, it has been many years since Dao Sect and our Confucianism have not joined forces."

Wan Yi looked at Li Fuyao's hesitant expression and smiled: "I heard a sentence many years ago, called'The saints on the clouds are mostly false saints.' You think about the meaning of it yourself, you think I don't want to Stay honestly in the college to read and write?"

"No one wants to face you swordsmen, this is a matter of losing their lives at all times, no one can stand it."

Li Fuyao said: "It's just a sword that is not equal, not a sword at will."

As Wan Yi said, he simply took off his boots in the cold winter season, exposed a pair of feet, stepped on the stream in front of the stone, his face was as usual, and said seriously: "Today's problem is still with us, but what about it. Now there are only two characters in the mountains and rivers that are most useful, a Confucian character, a Taoist character, neither of which requires you to live. There is really no chance that you will survive."

There are some things that come to an end when they are said, and there is no way back for some things when they are done.

There are still some people who just look at them and get murderous.

In the mountains and forests, murderous opportunities are everywhere.

Wan Yi said: "Before you do something, you have to clarify some things. Someone in the academy promised to give me a good thing, which is a must for me to hit the Spring and Autumn Realm decades later. If you use the terms of the mortals under the mountain, it is People, money and wealth, help people dispel disasters. You don't have to worry about anything. After you die, I will bury you heavily. As for your sword, whether you want to keep it in the grave or give it to someone, I can help you handle it."

Li Fuyao looked at him, and finally shook his head.

Some people can't help but say the word good, but they stand at different angles, so they have their own reason to act. It's just that Li Fuyao standing on the same side of the bank as Wan Yi will definitely not harm someone for some reason. .

Swordsman and the three religions are facing each other, how are they facing each other?

In the final analysis, it is still a word of jealousy.

Six thousand years ago, the swordsman lineage was still in its heyday, and among the mountains and rivers was the swordsman. If at that time, the swordsman would want to suppress the three religions and slaughter their traditions. Now there are still three religions. Is the situation called respecting mountains and rivers appear?

Even if the swordsman's vitality is severely injured after the war, at least no one else will fight. After six thousand years, can't he recover his vitality?

But the swordsman had never done this from the beginning to the end, and never suppressed the Three Religions in its heyday. On the contrary, after its decline, it suffered a lot from the Three Religions.

In six thousand years, the swordsman has reached this situation.

Li Fuyao stretched out his finger and wiped it on the Caojianqing sword.

Since he practiced the sword, he didn't know how many great monks he had seen, but only a few of them could remember him.

The sword immortal in the world is like many stars, and I am the sword immortal Liuxiang of Haoyue.

One person, one sword is the symbol of the world of swordsmanship.

For various reasons, Xu Ji, the ancestor of Canghai, was almost made.

There is also Wei Chunzhi, who is in the morning and evening, and spring and autumn in the evening.

This sword happened to be Senior Wei Chunzhi's sword.

Li Fu shook his head, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "come to fight."

When he spoke, a blue light appeared on the sword.

After a while, it became a green light, and after a while, it became a green light.

Li Fu shook his sword and stood, dressed in a white robe, appearing to be dusty.

This white robe was made by Shishu Xie Lu.

Li Fuyao thought for a while.

Sword Qi skyrocketed.

Without even a little bit of hiding, when the grass in his hand was gradually turning green and drawing a semicircle in mid-air, at the same time Sword Nineteen passed over the forest.

Brought a gust of wind.

Wan Yi was stunned. In all the books, it is said that the swordsman has a sword in his hand, and the world can go. This guy is carrying a sword box on his back and forget it. Does he really use more than a sword?

Cannot allow him to think too much, Li Fuyao's grassy blade has already been handed to his chest.

The sharp sword aura, like a giant python that chooses to eat, spit out the letter.

Some cold feeling.

For the first time, Wan Yi felt that he might not be able to please him in the next battle.

But even if he thought that way, he didn't dare to relax a little bit, rolled his big sleeves, avoiding the sword, but the sleeves were still torn apart by the sharp sword energy.

A folding fan appeared in his hands out of thin air, Wan Yi turned around and stopped the sword nineteen.

The tip of the sword pierced into the fan, and the blade was halfway in, but there was no possibility of piercing the fan.

There is a landscape painting on the fan, which is lifelike.

Li Fuyao used his heart to guard his sword, sword nineteen into the fan world, and cruised in the seemingly real world.

Li Fu shook his brows slightly, and a towering sword gang was born suddenly.

Severely pressed towards Wan Yi.

Wan Yi's expression was solemn, and the safest way to fight a swordsman was to stay as far away from the swordsman as possible. After all, it was said that the swordsman was dead in front of him. There was no joking statement.

He knew this well, so he kept this distance all the time, but who knew that Li Fuyao could hold one sword and one sword. This kind of freak was really rare in the world.

Although Jian Nineteen had entered the fan, in fact, he had to spend his time staring at the movement of that sword.

Facing this sword gang, Wan Yi almost couldn't escape.

He raised his hand to offer another magic weapon.

It is a bracelet.

Bling.

Jian Gang fell on the bracelet, only to hear the sound of thunder.

Jian Gang broke open immediately.

The broken sword Gang fragments seemed to be a thousand strands of sword energy pouring down.

Wan Yi felt the sword intent beside him, a little cold.

Regardless of how confident he was before, it was only now that he faced the power of the swordsman for the first time, which made him deeply touched.

No wonder those saints in the clouds were so afraid when they met Chao Qingqiu.

A swordsman in the Taiqing realm, let him be like this, if he was a sword fairy in the sea, what power would it be?

Wan Yi didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't imagine it.

It was just that after this sword gang was broken, he looked at the opportunity and hit Li Fushao's heart with the bracelet. Immediately, bloodshot spilled from the corner of Li Fushao's mouth. Although these mountain monks did not practice their physique, there was a lot of weight between their gestures. Sturdy machine is the embodiment of the real state, it is not easy to deal with it safely and soundly.

Li Fuyao wiped the blood at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and the grass gradually turned green and returned to its sheath in an instant. From within the sword box, another handle flicked out.

The two swords are different, but I can't say exactly where they are different. They can only be said to be those trivial things. Only when the sword is out, can I feel it.

Wan Yi smiled and said, "You little guy, really opened a sword shop?"

Li Fuyao smiled and said nothing, and while wiping the blade, his fingers were cut by the sharp blade, and with a majestic sword intent, he handed out a sword.

Jianguang suddenly appeared.

Right in front of Wan Yi's eyes.

Wan Yi lost consciousness for an instant, and asked, "What is the root of your sword?"

Li Fuyao did not speak, and began to practice swords. Master Xie Lu passed on swordsmanship. I don’t know how many exquisite sword moves he has, but with so many swordsmanship, the most impressive sword is by no means Chao Qingqiu flying over the North Sea. The sword is not a battle between Liu Xiang and Wan Chi at the bottom of the river six thousand years later.

On the contrary, it was when Shishu Xie Lu swept down the mountain and handed a sword to Guan Zhuliang.

That sword, the memory is fresh.

Li Fuyao's sword just copied that sword.

The divine meaning in it has a different meaning.

So when the sword was handed out, a white bird suddenly appeared on the horizon.

When a swordsman has reached a certain stage in his sword practice, he will have images. For example, the image of the ancestor Xu Ji back then was a big river.

It's just not easy to be able to hand out this sword.

Li Fuyao's whole mind fell into it.

I didn't hear the cry of the white bird in the distance at all.

Wan Yi looked at this sword attentively, and after a while, he actually said a good word.

But soon, the pair of bracelets in his hand flew out and stopped the sword.

With a snap.

The bracelet shattered.

It's just that Wan Yi's fan has already enveloped Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao stabbed a sword towards the fan, then swept back half a step.

Spit out a bruise.

Ten miles back to grab the sword box, this time Li Fuyao finally held Qingsi.

This is a sword.

Naturally, it was the sword that Li Fuyao was most familiar with.

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When four swordsmen approached this white fish town, as many as six Spring and Autumn monks appeared in the distance.

There are both Confucianism and Taoism.

Lu Yao was among them.

The Spring and Autumn Realm cultivator, looking at these swordsmen, his heart was swaying, and the world has repeatedly said that the swordsmen have fallen, almost all have withered, but when there are so many swordsmen above the Chaoyang realm, it is him. Somewhat incredible.

Especially when he is going to fight this group of lives in a while.

This is especially true.

Chao Fengchen hung the sword around his waist, looked at Shen Fu in the distance, and said calmly: "I'll kill him."

Ye Feixian looked into the distance and couldn't see Shen Fu's realm clearly. People he couldn't see clearly were naturally only figures above the Spring and Autumn Period.

But those characters, can they really be cut?

The withered old man knew what Chao Fengchen was capable of, and after seeing Chao Fengchen and Chao Qingqiu before, he had no doubts. He smiled and said, "Why don't you kill that Dao aunt?"

Chao Fengchen shook his head, just looking at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng was taken aback, glanced at the indifferent Taoist aunt in the distance, and whispered, "I'm afraid it won't be that easy."

Chao Fengchen smiled without saying a word.

He just looked up at the sky, and then there was a woman with sword coming from the sky.

She looked at the Taoist aunt condescendingly, and said directly: "Come to die."

There are as many as 90,000 characters in the world, and they are all interesting things after all.

The invitation to the battle is probably a battle, but there are really not many people who die like this woman.

Daogu was originally a grumpy person. After hearing these words, she lifted her anger into the air and went to meet this woman.

Soon the sea of ​​clouds began to churn.

Chao Fengchen patted Chen Sheng on the shoulder, took a step forward, and instantly came to Shen Fu.

He held the sword, looked at this scholar who thought he was the second highest student in Confucianism, smiled and asked, "I don't know what you think?"

Shen Fu said calmly: "Naturally I want to kill you."

Going upstairs to kill Chunqiu was originally an extremely simple matter.

But when Shen Fu faced a swordsman, it was not so easy.

Especially this swordsman is still Chao Fengchen.

Chao Qingqiu is not easy to provoke, is Chao Fengchen?

Things that make no sense.

Chao Fengchen looked at Shen Fu with a smile, and said something inexplicable.

"Someone stood on the top of the mountain, and he couldn't do some things, and couldn't say some things, but he wanted to say it, and he wanted to do it, so with me, when he went out of the sword, he must not do it. If you don’t say a word, you’ll be done with the sword anyway, but in fact, he definitely likes to say some interesting things, such as this sentence, if you meet me, it’s really bad luck."

"The person in the world, he is the strongest person in the same realm. I want to try if I can do something interesting with one realm away."

Before he finished speaking, Chao Fengchen started a sword, the sword light illuminates the sky, and the majestic sword aura is already the extreme of the Spring and Autumn Realm.

Ye Feixian held the saber at his waist, and looked at the sword facing Fengchen in the distance. It was also Spring and Autumn. He knew very well that he could not get the power of this sword no matter what.

The withered old man next to him saw the sadness in Ye Feixian's eyes, and comforted him: "This guy can't be treated with common sense. You can't compare it. It's normal."

Ye Feixian glanced at the withered old man, nodded, and whispered: "Old man, be careful."

The withered old man frowned and said, "It's not that anyone is older than anyone."

Ye Feixian laughed, holding down the hilt of Piaoxue's sword, locked one of them with sword aura, stepped out, and smiled heartily: "Ye Feixian on Feixian Island in the South China Sea, please enlighten me."

This is a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and it's really hard to deal with.

Lu Yao walked out, looked at him, and said calmly: "Lu Yao of Bailu Academy, please enlighten me."

The two of them walked out of the street and ran away.

Chen Sheng rubbed his cheeks and sighed. He walked out and asked, "Who will come?"

A total of two Chunqiu came out on the opposite side.

Looking at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng frowned and said, "Do you want to bully the less?"

The two were expressionless.

Ye Feixian is not an orthodox swordsman, but only a swordsman, so Lu Yao is confident that he can beat him, but Chen Sheng is a genuine swordsman swordsman with a root.

In the same realm, there is really no confidence.

The withered old man was full of smiles.

He looked at the other spring and autumn, spread his hands, "Come on."

The man stood up blankly.

On the opposite side of the six Chunqiu, Ye Feixian met one, Chen Sheng met the two, the withered old man met one, and two Chunqiu monks.

In addition to the old horseman before, it can be said that there are as many as three Spring and Autumn cultivators who have not responded.

Someone thought for a while, rushing to Ye Feixian, wanting to go and help.

A green rainbow came suddenly.

Zhou Qing appeared in the room, looked at the remaining two Spring and Autumn cultivators, and said with a smile: "After all, you can only fight with me."

Zhou Qing, who was extremely uncomfortable when his sword aura leaked at random, was a genuine swordsman in the ascendant realm. How could such a swordsman be able to contend with their Spring and Autumn realms.

The two were pale, if Zhou Qing really met them, I'm afraid it won't be long before they are two corpses.

Fortunately, at the end of the street soon, there was a middle-aged Taoist standing with his hands, the older brother of the Taoist, Gui You.

Zhou Qing looked at the imposing middle-aged Taoist and released the hand of the woman beside him for the first time. He said softly, "Wait for me, I will be back soon."

The woman was a little worried and called a treasure.

Zhou Qingrou said: "It's okay."

After saying this, Zhou Qing held the human world around his waist and directly passed the whole street, the majestic sword air filled the whole street.

Zhou Qing started practicing swordsmanship, and until now, when he took out his sword, he had never tried his best as soon as he shot it.

At the same time that Zhou Qing slid out, Gui You fluttered his robes, and a majestic aura instantly collided with Zhou Qing. The sword aura was overflowing. Only a moment later, Zhou Qing had already arrived in front of Gui You and stepped out. , The street ground splits in an instant.

Zhou Qing is actually very ambitious. Judging from the world of his saber, it is enough to explain many things. If it were not for women, he would have already known the world for a long time.

In the climbing stairs, Zhou Qing never thought of meeting an opponent under the sea. Even the previous woman, he and her, still kept three points.

Zhou Qing raised his head and looked into the distance. He knew exactly what could be done, what could be done, and what had to be done in this world.

For example, today’s battle, no matter what, it should actually come.

This was not only because the sword fairy who was in the ocean invited him, but also because this matter was not for himself, but for the entire swordsman.

It's time to come if it's feeling or reason.

As for whether people should be killed because of their emotions and reasons, Zhou Qing thinks, yes.

So after Gui You stopped his first sword, many swords appeared inexplicably between the world and the earth, disturbing them one after another, just around Gui You.

Zhou Qing didn't speak, his mind moved slightly.

Those countless swords all swept to Guiyou.

Intersected with Gui You's Taoist robe, making a sound of ping-pong collision.

You Gui said: "Never thought that there are swordsmen who climb the stairs in this world."

Zhou Qing smiled and said, "It was indeed a bit low-key before."

Gui You smiled and said, "Who asked you to die?"

Zhou Qing shook his head, "It may be the sword at the waist."

Although it was a joke, Zhou Qing didn't stop taking out the sword. Then Zhou Qing burst out with dazzling brilliance, and he slowly handed out a sword like a magical pen.

When a swordsman who climbs the stairs is determined to kill, it will definitely be a terrifying thing in the world.

The sharp sword edge quickly passed over Guiyou's lower abdomen, leaving a wound with deep bones, and with Guiyou's realm, it could not be restored as before.

The sharp sword qi entangled the wound.

Guiyou's face was pale, and he really wanted to lift his breath back, so Zhou Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed him, and then watched Zhou Qingshen hit him with his shoulders. It was also a majestic sword spirit. Although it was not a sword, he directly let him endure it. Piercing pain.

After Zhou Qing severely injured Guiyou, he did not look at him, but looked into the distance, and smiled: "What about a few more people going upstairs?"

There is a middle-aged Taoist on the mountain in the distance, with an ugly face.

There is a sword gas coming out of thin air.

The man tapped his toes to avoid this sword aura, but the mountain below his feet didn't have such good luck. When he was hit by the sword aura, it shattered.

Zhou Qing Yujian stood in the sky.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist on the mountain, he smiled heartily: "This world monk, who has my swordsman?"

The middle-aged Taoist was expressionless.

Just stretched out a hand to sacrifice a magic weapon.

Zhou Qing greeted him with a majestic sword.

He looked at Baiyu Town and sneered: "Who wants to move her, die."

Following this sentence, there was a Spring and Autumn monk on the street who wanted to kill the female swordsman in the Blue Silk Realm, and a ray of sword energy passed through his chest.

Killed instantly.

Everyone can hear the laughter of the chubby middle-aged man with a poor face.

The old horseman smiled bitterly: "When these swordsmen are desperate, if anyone wants to provoke them, they really want to die."

A ray of sword aura would kill a Spring and Autumn Realm, although it was because of a realm separated, but no matter who looked at it, it was an extremely shocking thing.

He looked at several battlefields around him, thinking about the master Liang Yi who appeared before, and suddenly said: "It's not over yet, right?"

——

Above the sky, the grass gradually became green with a sword to kill each other, while the Taoist Gui Jin, who was also in the stairwell stage, faced the female swordsman, the grass gradually became green. Although his momentum was not weak, he was still at a disadvantage when faced with the reluctant grass gradually green.

In the sea of ​​clouds, the grass gradually greened and crushed the white clouds, tearing a strand of white clouds, and throwing them out at random, it was a sword.

There were many gaps in Gui Jin's Taoist robe. If she hadn't been careful enough, there would have been many wounds on her body.

At this moment, she was uneasy. After all, she and her elder brother were related by blood, and she knew that the elder brother was seriously injured.

She has always regarded her elder brother as her own idol, and has always believed that her elder brother is one of the most advanced figures in the climbing building, but who knows, in such a short time, she has been defeated.

Cao Jianqing saw Gui Jin's restlessness and sneered, "Zhou Qing's sword is pretty good, at least your big brother can't stop it."

Gui Jin looked indifferent, looked at the woman, and said nothing.

Cao Jianqing took a deep breath and smiled indifferently: "In my life practicing swordsmanship, I never thought that one day I could become a female sword fairy. I just want to see Wei Chunzhi and see if he can make swords for me. Being able to become the ocean is naturally the greatest blessing."

"But even if it doesn't, what does it matter."

Gui Jin watched the grass gradually turn green, and the robe rolled up, and a little cinnabar appeared in front of her.

Among the twelve saints in the clouds, one of the magical instruments is a little cinnabar.

After this cinnabar appeared, Cao Jianqing felt a great pressure.

He looked at Gui Jin indifferently and said, "It's useless."

Raising the sword forward, passing half a step across the clouds, a sword swung out, repelling the sea of ​​clouds, countless sword auras rolled into the sea of ​​clouds, creating a huge long sword, not only the people in Baiyu Town, but also a few miles away. See clearly.

It's just that this sword had been collected before Gui Jin's body. The reason was that not only a little cinnabar appeared, but also another monk who climbed the stairs appeared in the distant clouds.

Since this is a game between Jian Xian Chao Qingqiu and the Three Religions, the Three Religions naturally have to ensure that they are foolproof. In comparison, Chao Qingqiu has only a few things, and they are all displayed, so it was as early as the Three Religions. Calculating.

This time the Three Sects sent monks to Baiyu Town, and it was not just a simple six Chunqiu, and a few climbers.

As soon as that person appeared, a giant cauldron appeared on the horizon and was suppressed.

At the same time, that little cinnabar also appeared in front of Cao Jianqing.

Cao Jianqing pushed back the giant cauldron with a sword, but was hit by cinnabar.

Except for his pale face, Cao Jianqing did not spit out half of the blood.

The heart is gone, where is the blood vomiting?

The cultivator who climbs the stairs, Cao Jianqing can ignore it, because the opponent has almost no chance of defeating her, but when the opponent can really hit her body, Cao Jianqing can't remain indifferent, at least he will be injured.

So she was injured.

Unlike Zhou Qing, the real climbing stage, Cao Jianqing loses his heart. How can it be said that it is a complete climbing stage, so it’s good for Gui Jin. If you face two climbers, naturally you can’t As comfortable as Zhou Qing.

Cao Jianqing's face turned pale, but his expression was indifferent.

She looked at Gui Jin on the opposite side, thought about it, and then whispered, "Give me the sword."

The voice is very low, but there will always be someone, or in other words, there will always be a sword that can hear it.

A certain long sword that had been retracted from the sword box was swept out in an instant. After a while, it sank into the sea of ​​clouds and came to Cao Jianqing. She stretched out her hand to hold the sword and then let go.

The long sword called Cao Jianqing hovered in front of her.

Cao Jianqing's majestic sword energy poured into that grass gradually.

She whispered: "Wei Chunzhi, Wei Chunzhi..."

She kept calling someone's name in a low voice and kept calling.

The monk who controls the giant cauldron frowned when he looked at this side.

He looked at Gui Jin and roared: "Gui Jin, shoot quickly."

Gui Jin looked here, frowned and urged a little cinnabar to come here.

The grass gradually became green with sword energy, and after a while, the sea of ​​clouds churned.

Cinnabar came under pressure with a majestic aura, and the giant cauldron was also on the other side of the cloud, gradually coming towards the grass.

Just when the spot of cinnabar was about to reach Cao Jianqing, a cyan figure appeared above the sea of ​​clouds. A tall man stood on the sea of ​​clouds, waving away the cinnabar with his hand, looking down at the grass gradually becoming green. , Eyes gentle.

He whispered: "What's wrong?"

The grass gradually burst into tears and shouted softly: "Wei Chunzhi."

This is the person she missed day and night and wanted to see but not visible.

Teach her how not to do this?

Wei Chunzhi watched the grass gradually become green, and said softly, "I'm here."

After a while, Wei Chunzhi grasped the grass and gradually turned green, the sword in the sea of ​​clouds was overwhelming, turned his head and looked at the two climbing buildings here, thought for a while, and asked bluntly, "How do you want to die?"

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When all the swordsmen arrived at Baiyu Town, Chao Qingqiu walked out of the hot pot restaurant, naturally still leading the woman.

Chao Qingqiu looked into the distance and said calmly: "I played a game of chess, and a few pawns are going to die, but because I know some truth, do you think it's worth it?"

The woman frowned and said, "Mr. Chao, did you decide to die?"

Chao Qingqiu thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I can't tell, they all know what it means, and they all walked onto the board."

The woman said, "Mr. Chao must be doing something big, right?"

Chao Qingqiu smiled and didn't rush to speak. In the past 100 years, he relied on a sword for all his actions. In his opinion, all conspiracy and schemes were not worth mentioning, but in the past two years, they have I don’t think so. Even as Canghai, some things cannot be handled so easily. So he started to learn to play chess and make arrangements. Sword training towards Qingqiu is a first-class genius. Also, as long as you are familiar with the rules, there will be those who cannot understand and learn.

"I just think this world is not very good, so I think about making some changes, what the cost is, I can predict and accept it, but I can't decide the life and death of some people, so I said a lot, but fortunately Finally they appeared where I wanted them to appear."

The woman whispered: "Mr. Chao, practicing is also very tired."

Chao Qingqiu shook his head and said: "Cultivation is not tired, it's only because of worrying about things outside of practice that you really tired."

This woman is very related to him, so he is willing to say more.

"It's just that there are many people who take fate very seriously, and it's useless to tell them anything."

The woman whispered: "Mr. Chao, I think there is nothing wrong with this."

Chao Qingqiu nodded, "That's the truth."

The woman turned her head and asked, "Mr. Chao, have we met before?"

Chao Qingqiu seemed to remember something, the expression on his face was a little weird, he looked at the woman, didn't rush to speak, just reached out to touch the woman's brow.

A picture appeared in the woman's mind in an instant. In the picture, the young Mr. Chao showed affection to a woman on the path of a certain mountain, but the woman smiled and refused.

The woman blinked, but the woman's face was very familiar, she looked a lot like her, not her appearance, but an expression.

She opened her eyes, burst into tears, and said softly: "Mr. Chao, that person is me?"

Chao Qingqiu nodded, "Not really."

The look in the woman's eyes dimmed completely, and she whispered: "It turns out that she really has no relationship with Mr. Chao."

Chao Qingqiu said: "I said it earlier, you are not her, there is nothing to say about it."

After talking about this, Chao Qingqiu looked at the woman with a smile on her face, and said calmly: "This trip to Gyeongju, I never thought I could meet you. If I met, I met. Actually, it's not a big deal, but you want to. Follow me, it’s impossible, not because of what I’m going to do, but because there is no love between men and women between me and you. Chao Qingqiu has loved a woman, but it’s been hundreds of years ago. In a hundred years, it may be a change of xinxing, or something else. Anyway, for women, there is no half of other thoughts. Today, if you are a parting, you may not be able to see each other, even if you are destined to see you again. I don’t know, so I value it."

There are definitely not many people in this world who can let Chao Qingqiu say such a long speech, or in other words, they can count it with one hand.

He looked at the woman, smiling without speaking, but his figure slowly dissipated, like a ray of light, no longer in sight or in touch.

The woman burst into tears and whispered softly: "Mr. Chao."

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Chao Qingqiu left Gyeongju and arrived in Beihai a moment later. He stood on the North Sea and looked at the endless sea with a calm expression. After a while, Chao Qingqiu appeared on the top of a certain mountain, standing on the top of the mountain. , Chao Qingqiu said indifferently: "If you are so shameless, then you can take a life."

The cloud was quiet, and an indifferent voice came down after a moment, "Since it's a game, do you want to fight against Qingqiu in person?"

Chao Qingqiu said indifferently: "If you really want to die, try it."

The voice was freezing.

The cloud stopped suddenly.

Because with Chao Qingqiu's words, he swung a sword, which must be the most domineering sword in the world.

It was even more domineering than Chao Qingqiu's sword slashed the sky.

When this sword was swung.

The sword light shone the whole mountain and river.

Whether it is a monk on the mountain or the people down the mountain, when this sword was born, the dazzling light of the sword darkened many people's eyes.

Countless cultivating monks opened their eyes under this sword light.

Senran's sword intent arose from somewhere, but it seemed to converge from everywhere between heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, a clear sword sounded.

Some are lonely and desolate.

Chao Qingqiu was originally such a lonely person, and his sword was naturally the same.

Moreover, when he took the sword, there was really no one, anyone could despise it, the sea of ​​clouds on the sky did not dare to block this sword, nor did everything in front of him dare to block this sword.

This sword sound spread throughout the world.

Countless people have heard it.

A monk with a high level of realm would naturally be able to guess that this was Chao Qingqiu's sword in a short period of time, because apart from his sword, there was no other sword, and there was such a big movement when the sword was out.

The monks of low realm just felt a little fear.

The swordsmen scattered throughout the mountains and rivers listened to this sword sound, then looked up, followed the sound of the sword sound, and went somewhere.

Many high-level demon cultivators began to go underground, thinking that the farther away from the sound of the sword, the better.

Chao Qingqiu's sword is the most terrifying thing in the world.

This matter is a fact.

The sound of swords rang out from mountains and rivers to the demon land.

Standing on the head of Qingtian City, Jun Qingtian looked at the direction of the mountains and rivers, frowning and said: "Who is this that provoke you?"

In the sea of ​​Demon Land, there were two big demon who had worked with Chao Qingqiu sitting opposite each other. After hearing the sound of the sword, he sighed, and one of the big demon smiled and said: "Chao Qingqiu Who can compare Liu Xiang to him with his sword?"

Another great demon said: "The world's ultimate sword immortal is to swing a sword. The sword aura is 90,000 miles long. The sword of Chao Qingqiu, which is heard in the world, should be much longer than 90,000 miles. "

At the beginning, the big demon shook his head and said, "It's not about this, it's just momentum. This sword should still be at the critical point of 90,000 miles. It's just that the sword towards Qingqiu is really going to be swung, I'm afraid no one will stop it. Got it."

The other big demon sighed, "If he is a demon, how about respecting him as a demon emperor?"

At this point, the topic is over.

Chao Qingqiu's sword is far from over.

The sword broke through the sea of ​​clouds, revealing the things on the sea of ​​clouds, and it spread from in front of Chao Qingqiu, like a pair of scissors, slowly cutting a piece of cloth, slowly and firmly.

If the sea of ​​clouds removes other people besides the saint, certain saints will be able to see the angry expressions.

"As expected of Chao Qingqiu."

There are still saints praising him.

"He is seeking his own way!"

This is another saint speaking.

It's just that no matter who came to see or said, facing this sword, no one dared to say that he could take it.

No one knows if this sword is a sword for Qingqiu.

This sword fairy who is the most invincible in the world is like swinging a sword at will, wantonly.

Above Lingshan, two Buddhist saints wearing grey cloth robes bowed their heads and whispered the Buddha's name.

Not far away, there was a big red lantern, shaking without wind.

"Who else can stop Chao Qingqiu's sword?"

"I don't know, if you want to stop, I will collect the corpse for you."

"You don't seem to be joking."

"So what I said is serious."

It is rare for two Buddhist saints to express their opinions on what is happening in the world. This is the first time that Zhao Qingqiu's sword has been seriously discussed.

Of course, there may not be results.

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Chao Qingqiu, dressed in a white robe, stood on the top of that mountain, holding a sword, and looking at the front calmly.

After a pause, he said, "Who can take my sword?"

At this moment, between heaven and earth, there is especially silence.

He is the only one who can silence the world with a single sword.