Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 424: One sword is ninety thousand miles long

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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, named Wan Yi, and his realm was in the state of Chaoyang.

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

It's just a sword, and it's possible to shoot at any time.

Wan Yi found a big rock and sat down, then looked at the swordsman who was already in the Taiqing realm at a young age, and smiled: "Before you, whether it's the mountain river or the demon land. When it comes to talent, Ye Shengge must have come out on top, but you have only practiced swords for a few years and you have reached the realm you are now. If you are safe for a hundred years, God knows if another sea will appear."

Li Fuyao frowned and asked: "That's why today's event happened?"

Wan Yi said frankly: "We three religions monks, what we say is 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. Deal with it, the world can no longer hold back another Chao Qingqiu, our saints, stingy, we people, we don’t necessarily have a real magnanimous mind."

The almost heartfelt words of this scholar made Li Fuyao a little surprised. He looked at him, thought about it, and then said: "I practice my sword, and you read your books, so you don't disturb each other. "

Li Fuyao knew this was 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 you must practice swords well. If you don't make such a reputation, who will count you? But you just want to poke it out in Qingtian City. With such a big 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 land couldn’t hold their heads up, you Let’s talk about it, don’t you say that it’s us guys 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 sword fairy is too terrible, and the saints must With his head bowed under his sword, 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 which, Dao Sect and our Confucianism have not joined forces for many years."

Wan Yi looked at Li Fuyao's eager expression and smiled and said: "I have heard a sentence many years ago, called'The saints on the clouds are mostly false saints.' Think I don’t want to stay honestly in the academy, read and write articles?"

"No one wants to face you swordsmen. This is a matter of losing your life at every turn. No one can stand it."

Li Fuyao said: "It's just that one sword cuts injustice, not a random sword."

Wan Yi said that he simply took off his boots in the cold winter season, exposed a pair of feet, stepped on the creek in front of the stone, his face was as usual, and said seriously: "Today’s matter, the fault is still with us, it’s just that What's more, there are only two characters in the mountains and rivers that are most useful, a Confucian character, a Taoist character, and neither of these two characters do not require you to live. There is really no chance that you will survive.

Some things come to an end as they are said, and there are some things, there is no way out of doing things.

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

In the mountains and forests, there are murderous opportunities.

Wan Yi said: "Before you start, some things need to be clarified. 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’s just taking people’s money and eliminating disasters. You don’t have to worry about anything. After you die, I will bury you thickly. As for your sword, whether you want to keep your sword in the grave or give it to someone, I can help you. Do 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 is standing on the same side of the bank as Wan Yi, and he will definitely not go for anything. Mutilate someone.

How does the swordsman and the three religions face 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 annihilate their orthodoxy. Will there be a situation where the three religions claim to respect the mountains and rivers?

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

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

Six thousand years of time has brought the swordsman to this situation.

Li Fuyao stretched out his finger and wiped it on the body of the blade that was gradually green.

Since he practiced the sword, I don't know how many great monks he has seen, but there are only a handful of them that he can remember.

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

One person with one sword is the symbol of the sword in the world.

Because of various reasons, Xu Ji, the ancestor of Canghai, almost became a success.

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

This sword happens to be the sword of the predecessor Wei Chunzhi.

Li Fu shook his head and raised a smile 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 stood with his sword swaying, wearing a white robe, appearing to be dusty.

This white robe was made by Uncle Xie Lu.

Li Fuyao thought for a while.

The sword energy skyrocketed.

I didn't hide my secrets at all. When the grass in my hand was gradually turning green and drawing a semicircle in the air, at the same time the sword nineteen passed the forest.

There was 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 it is really more than a sword?

Unable to allow him to think too much, Li Fuyao's grassy blade has been handed to his chest.

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

It feels a bit cold.

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

But even if he thought so, he didn't dare to relax a little bit. He rolled his sleeves to avoid the sword, but the sleeves were still torn apart by the sharp sword.

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 at all.

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.

Suppress Wan Yi fiercely.

Wan Yi has a solemn expression, and the safest way to fight a swordsman is to stay as far away from the swordsman as possible. After all, the sentence that a swordsman is dead in front of him is not a joke.

He knows this well, so he has always kept this distance, but who knows that Li Fuyao can hold one sword and one sword. This kind of freak is really rare in the world.

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

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

He raised his hand to offer another magic weapon.

It's a bracelet.

Golden glitter.

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

Jian Gang broke apart immediately.

The fragments of the broken sword Gang seemed to be pouring down thousands of strands of sword energy.

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

It doesn't matter how confident he was before, but now, it is the first time to face the power of the swordsman, which makes him deeply touched.

No wonder the saints in the clouds are so scared when they meet Chao Qingqiu.

A swordsman in the Qing realm, let him be like this, if he is 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, Li Fushao's mouth overflowed with bloodshot eyes. These mountain monks, although they don't practice their physiques, but between their gestures, The majestic aura contained in it is the manifestation of the realm, and it is not easy to deal with it safely and soundly.

Li Fuyao wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and the grass gradually turned green and returned to its sheath in an instant. Inside the sword box, another handle flew out for ten miles.

The two swords are different, but I can't say exactly where they are different. They can only be said to be the 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 silently, and while wiping the blade, his fingers were cut by the sharp blade, with a majestic sword intent, he handed out a sword.

Sword light suddenly appeared.

It's right in front of Wan Yi's eyes.

Wan Yi was lost for a moment 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 definitely not Chao Qingqiu. The sword in the North Sea is not a battle between Liu Xiang and Wan Chi at the bottom of the river for six thousand years.

Instead, it was when Shishu Xie Lu swept down from the mountain and handed out a sword to Guan Zhuliang.

The sword is refreshing.

Li Fuyao this sword, and 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 an image. 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 was caught in it.

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

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

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

Slap.

The bracelet shattered.

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

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

Spit out a mouthful of congestion.

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

This is a sword.

Naturally, it is the sword that Li Fuyao is 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 is swaying, the world has repeatedly said that the swordsman has fallen, almost all have withered, but when there are so many swordsmen above the Chaoyang realm, it is He is a little weird.

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

This is especially true.

Moving towards Fengchen with a sword hanging from his waist, looking at Shen Fu in the distance, he calmly said: "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 that kind of character, can you really cut it?

The withered old man knows Chao Fengchen's abilities, and after seeing Chao Fengchen and Chao Qingqiu before, he has no doubts. He smiled and said, "Why don't you kill that Dao Gu?"

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."

Smile towards Fengchen 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 meant to be a battle, but there are really not many people who are dead like this woman.

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

Soon the sea of ​​clouds started toss.

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

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

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

Climbing a building 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 facing the wind.

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

Something that doesn't make 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 be silent. Anyway, the sword will be over, but in fact, he must also like to say some interesting things, such as this sentence, you are really unlucky when you meet me."

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

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 beside 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 the Piaoxue sword, locking one of them with his sword aura, stepping out, and smiling heartily: "Ye Feixian, 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 came out, looked at him, and said calmly: "Lu Yao, Bailu Academy, please enlighten me."

The two walked out of the street, rushing 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 men 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 is full of smiles.

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

The man stood up blankly.

On the opposite side of the six Chunqiu, Ye Feixian confronted one, Chen Sheng confronted the two, withered old man confronted 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 monks who have no one to deal with.

One person thought for a while, rushing to Ye Feixian, wanting to help.

A green rainbow came suddenly.

Zhou Qing appeared in the room, looked at the remaining two Spring and Autumn cultivators, smiled and said: "I have finished picking, then you can only fight with me."

Zhou Qing, who is extremely uncomfortable when his sword aura leaks at will, is a real swordsman in the ascending tower realm. How can 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 they will be two corpses in a short time.

Fortunately, at the end of the street soon, there will be 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 next to 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 her waist and directly swept across the whole street. The majestic sword spirit filled the whole street.

Zhou Qing started practicing swordsmanship, and until now, when he came out, he had never tried his best when he shot the sword like today.

While Zhou Qing quickly swept out, Gui You tucked his Taoist robe, and a majestic aura instantly collided with Zhou Qing, and his sword aura was overflowing. Only a moment later, Zhou Qing had already arrived in front of Gui You. With one step out, the street floor instantly cracked.

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

While climbing the stairs, Zhou Qing never thought that he could meet an opponent under the sea. Even the woman before him, compared with her, still kept one-third of his strength.

Zhou Qing looked up 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 sea opened his mouth to invite him, but also because this matter was not for himself, but for the entire swordsman.

Because of emotion and reason, all should come.

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's side.

Zhou Qing did not speak, but his mind moved slightly.

Those countless swords all swept to Guiyou.

Intersect with Gui You's robes, making a sound of ping-pong collision.

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

Zhou Qing smiled and said: "It was indeed a little low-key before."

Gu 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, but the sword kept out, Zhou Qing laughed, and then the world burst out with dazzling brilliance in his hand, and he slowly handed out a sword like a magical pen.

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

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

The sharp sword qi entangled the wound.

Guyyou’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 Qing’s shoulders crash against him. It was also a majestic sword spirit. Although it was not a sword, he directly let him He suffered a piercing pain.

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

In the distance, there is a middle-aged Taoist man with an ugly face.

There is a sword gas coming out of nowhere.

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 this sword aura, it shattered.

Zhou Qing Yujian stood in the sky.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist on the mountain, he smiled heartily: "The monk in this world, who has me a handsome swordsman?"

The middle-aged Taoist is 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."

As these words were spoken, 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 breath passed through his chest.

Desperate instantly.

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

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

A ray of sword aura killed a Spring and Autumn Realm. Although it was because of a realm away, it was a terrifying thing no matter who looked at it.

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

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Above the sky, the grass grows green and raises the sword to kill each other. The opposite is the Taoist Gui Jin who is also climbing the stairs. The grass grows green when facing the female swordsman. Although the momentum is not weak, the grass grows green in the face of the reluctant grass. At a disadvantage.

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. She was also very aware of the serious injury of her elder brother.

She has always regarded her eldest brother as her own idol. She has always believed that her elder brother is one of the most advanced figures in the building, but who knows, in such a short period of 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 calmly: "I have practiced swords in my life, and I never thought that one day I could become a female sword fairy. I just want to see Wei Chunzhi and see if he makes swords for me. , If he can become the sea, naturally it will be the greatest blessing."

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

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

Among the twelve saints in the clouds, one of the magical implements is a little cinnabar, and the mountains and rivers change their colors.

After this point of cinnabar appeared, Cao Jianqing felt great pressure.

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

Raise the sword forward, skimming half a step across the clouds, a sword swung out, repelling the sea of ​​clouds, countless sword auras swept the sea of ​​clouds, creating a huge sword, not only the people in Baiyu Town, but also miles away , Can also see clearly.

It's just this sword. The sword has been collected before Gui Jin's body. The reason is 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 all of them are those that are displayed, so it was as early as The calculation of the three teachings.

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

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

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

Grass gradually greened with a sword to retreat from the giant cauldron, but was hit by cinnabar.

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

The heart is gone, where is the blood vomiting?

For the monk who climbs the stairs, Cao Jianqing can ignore it, because the opponent has almost no chance of surpassing her, but when the opponent can really hit her body, Cao Jianqing can't remain indifferent, at least. Will get hurt.

So she was injured.

Different from Zhou Qing, the real landing stage, Cao Jianqing has lost his heart. How can it be said that it is a complete landing stage, so it is okay for Shang Gui Jin, if you face two landing stage , Naturally can't be as comfortable as Zhou Qing.

Grass turned pale, but his expression was indifferent.

She looked at Gui Jin on the opposite side, thought for a while, 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 was withdrawn 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.

Grass grows green, the majestic sword aura on his body floods into that grass grows green.

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

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

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

He looked at Gui Jin and roared: "Gui Jin, make a quick shot."

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

The grass gradually became green and became a masterpiece of sword spirit, 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 clouds, gradually coming towards the grass.

Just when the cinnabar was about to reach Cao Jianqing's body, 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, and looking down. The grass is getting green, and his eyes are gentle.

He whispered: "What's wrong?"

Grass gradually burst into tears, and whispered: "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 am here."

After a while, Wei Chunzhi grasped the grass and gradually turned green, and the sword in the sea of ​​clouds was overwhelming. He turned his head and looked at the two climbers here. After thinking about it, he asked bluntly: "How do you want to die?"

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When all the swordsmen arrived in Baiyu Town, Chao Qingqiu walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and naturally took the woman with him.

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, is it your decision 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 on the chessboard."

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 his actions. In his opinion, all conspiracy and schemes are not worth mentioning, but these two years , But felt that it was not the case anymore. Even as Canghai, some things could not be handled so easily, so he began to learn to play chess, to make arrangements, and to practice swords in Qingqiu is a first-class genius. In fact, playing chess is the same. As long as you are familiar with the rules, there will be those who can't 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 on the life and death of some people, so I said a lot. , Fortunately, they still appeared where I wanted them to appear in the end."

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

Chao Qingqiu shook his head and said: "Cultivation is not tired, only worrying about things outside of practice is really tired."

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

"It's just that there are a lot of people who take fate very seriously. It's useless if you tell them anything."

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

Chao Qingqiu nodded, "This is 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 eyebrows.

An image appeared in the woman's mind in an instant. In the image, 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 her eyes, 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, "It's not."

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 finishing this, Chao Qingqiu looked at the woman with a smile on her face, and said calmly: "This trip to Gyeongju Prefecture, I never thought I could meet you. If I meet you, I will meet. Actually, it's not a big deal. It’s just that you want to follow me, it’s impossible, not because of what I’m going to do, but because there’s 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 the past few hundred years, maybe it was a change in xinxing, or maybe something else. Anyway, for women, I didn’t share other thoughts. Today, if you are a farewell, thousands of mountains and rivers, you may not be able to meet each other, even if you are destined , You won’t know, just cherish it."

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

He looked at the woman, smiled without saying a word, but his figure slowly dissipated, like a ray of light, no longer visible or touchable.

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

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……

Chao Qingqiu left Gyeongju and arrived in the North Sea 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 and stood. 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 after a while, an indifferent voice came down, "Since it is 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 is cold.

The cloud stopped suddenly.

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

It was even more domineering than Zhao Qingqiu's sword slashed the sky at that time.

When the sword was swung.

The sword light shined on the whole mountain and river.

Whether it is the monk on the mountain or the people below 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 arises from somewhere, but it seems to converge from everywhere between heaven and earth.

Between heaven and earth, a clear sword sounded.

Some loneliness, more deserted.

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

Besides, when he took out 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 has spread throughout the world.

Countless people have heard it.

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

The monk at the low-level 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 demon cultivators of advanced realm began to go underground, thinking that they should stay away from the sound of the sword, as far as possible.

The sword of Chao Qingqiu is the most terrifying thing in the world.

This matter is a fact.

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

Jing Tianjun stood on the head of Qingtian City, looked at the direction of the mountains and rivers, frowned and said: "Who caused you to be this?"

In the sea of ​​Demon Land, there are 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 laughed and said:" Zhao Qingqiu's sword, who can compare Liu Xiang to him?"

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 longer than 90,000 miles. Many."

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 can stop 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.

The sword of Chao Qingqiu is far from over.

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

If anyone other than the saints is removed from the sea of ​​clouds, some saints will definitely 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 is watching or speaking, facing this sword, no one dares to say that he can take it.

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

This sword fairy who is the most invincible in the world seems to swing 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 swaying 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 look like you can make a joke."

"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 Zhaoqingqiu’s sword has been seriously discussed.

Of course, there may not be results.

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……

Cao Qingqiu, dressed in a white robe, stood on the top of that mountain, holding a sword, and looking at the front calmly, without raising his head or bowing, just looking straight ahead.

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.