In this world of chaos, who is the strongest swordsman?
Liu Qiqi once asked Zhang Qiannan, the Lord of Wood.
Lord of the Sword.
Zhang Qiannan answered very simply without any hesitation.
Obviously in her mind, this is an uncontroversial answer.
It was at that moment that Liu Qiqi decided to go to Kunwu Sword Palace to challenge the world's best swordsman.
Why do this?
Just because she is a swordsman.
A true swordsman!
Perseverance, courage, piety, courage and fearlessness.
If you want to go further in the swordsmanship, you can only continue to communicate with other swordsmen.
There is only one way of communication between real sword cultivators, and that is to ask swordsmen!
Back in the original land, Liu Qiqi dared to draw her sword against Tie Wudi, the master of the Jiange Pavilion, more than once. Now that she heard that there might be a stronger sword cultivator in the Chaos Realm, she would certainly not miss it.
Ask the Sword Yuchi Pure Hook!
With a firm goal, she embarked on the road to Kunwu Sword Palace without hesitation.
There is a very powerful sword formation outside the Sword Palace, which is called the Unity of All Realms, which means that I can kill all the worlds with my sword, and I can tell that the lethality is quite high.
Sensing Liu Qiqi's approach, the formation was instantly triggered.
There are no fancy lights and shadows, and no earth-shattering momentum.
Only a ray of sword light shot out from the ground and struck directly at her location.
This sword may seem like a child's play, but the sharpness and murderous intent contained in it are real. It is enough to easily kill 90% of the powerful people in the Chaos Realm in the world.
Facing such a terrifying sword, Liu Qiqi's expression did not change at all, and she decisively struck out a sword light.
The same simple and straightforward sword light.
The two sword energies collided head-on without causing much movement.
The sword energy that returned from all realms was defeated by a single blow, turning into dots of dazzling spiritual light that slowly dispersed between heaven and earth.
Liu Qiqi sheathed her sword and stood, looking in all directions, alert to the next wave of attacks that might come at any time.
However, there was silence all around, and there was no movement at all.
The large formation guarding Kunwu Sword Palace seemed to have only the power of this one blow.
Liu Qiqi waited patiently to no avail, and finally no longer hesitated, moving her jade feet slowly towards the main entrance of the palace.
Then, she saw two people.
A chubby fat man, and a man in white lying on the fat man's back.
The man in white looks about fifty years old, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, and a lazy expression on his face. He looks like a middle-aged uncle whose edges have been smoothed by life and who is already lying flat.
"Little girl is pretty good."
He seemed to have spent a lot of effort before he lifted his head up from Chu Tie's back, smiled slightly, and commented with difficulty, "Whose disciple are you?"
"Teacher Lin Zhiyun."
Liu Qiqi slowly raised the sword to her chest and replied calmly, "It's the Master of Piaohua Palace."
"Piaohua Palace? Lin Zhiyun?"
The man in white tilted his head and thought for a while, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, then reached out and patted the fat man under him and said, "Have you heard of it?"
The fat man shook his head without hesitation.
"Anyone who can teach this girl must be a great person."
The man in white suddenly had a strange expression on his face and murmured to himself, "I don't know a swordsman of this level?"
"Where is Yuchi Chungou?"
Liu Qiqi observed the two of them carefully for a moment, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"What are you doing with him?"
The man in white looked at her with a half-smile and said.
"Ask the Sword." Liu Qiqi cherished her words like gold.
"Ask the sword?"
The man in white's mouth trembled slightly, "Do you know who Yuchi Chungou is?"
"Lord of the Sword."
Liu Qiqi nodded, "The strongest swordsman in the chaos world."
"How dare you compete with him after knowing that?"
The half-closed eyes of the man in white gradually widened, with a strange light shining in his eyes, "Tired of living?"
"Who lives and who dies."
Liu Qiqi's sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a mysterious and mysterious aura slowly spread from her body. Sometimes it was as gentle as water, sometimes as sharp as a sword. It was unpredictable and elusive. "How would you know if you haven't fought it?"
"Huh? Even better than I thought."
The man in white's pupils shrank, and his breathing quickened unconsciously, "I thought Passepartout and Wang Twelve were once-in-a-million swordsman geniuses, but compared to you, they are simply out-and-out.
Idiot, I'm afraid only a dog can force it..."
"Where is Yuchi Chungou?"
Just as he was mumbling to himself, Liu Qiqi suddenly interrupted abruptly.
"Are you sure you want to ask him about swordsmanship?"
The man in white looked directly into her beautiful eyes and spoke word by word.
"Don't look for him."
Liu Qiqi replied coldly, "What am I doing here?"
"Okay, for the sake of you breaking the formation."
The man in white suddenly jumped down from the fat man. His movements were extremely flexible. He was completely different from his previous lazy image. "I'll give you a chance."
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed and "suddenly" appeared above the palace. With a wave of his right arm, he inserted himself among the countless magic weapons on the top of the palace. A sword suddenly jumped up with a "swish", without any deviation.
The ground fell into his palm, and the sword blade reflected an unusually dazzling cold light under the sunlight.
"Are you the master of the sword?"
Liu Qiqi was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully... .??.
"Except for a peerless swordsman like me who is as beautiful as a tree and faces the wind."
The man in white shook his hair violently and replied with great arrogance, "Who else is worthy of the title of Master of Swords?"
"You are also from the Sword Palace, right?"
Looking at this unattractive man, Liu Qiqi's face became more suspicious, "Is it really okay to pretend to be a master like this?"
"Little girl, what do you mean?"
The man in white immediately had black lines on his head and said in great displeasure, "Why don't I look like the Lord of Swords?"
"Shouldn't a big shot like the Lord be hidden deep in the palace and have to go through a series of battles to see him?"
Liu Qiqi thought for a moment and said plausibly, "How can there be any reason to run to the door in person to meet the enemy?"
"When you say that, it seems to make sense."
The man in white stayed there for a long time, then suddenly touched his chin with his left hand, nodded frequently, and said with deep understanding, "I ran out in such a hurry to see who broke the sword formation, but I have lowered myself a bit.
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"Do you want to fight again?"
Liu Qiqi jumped up to the top of the palace and confronted him in the air.
"No matter who I am."
The man in white suddenly swung his sword and laughed loudly, "If you want to fight against the Master of Swords, you have to get past me first, right?"
At this moment, his breath suddenly changed, the laziness and funnyness on his face disappeared instantly, and his expression was completely different from before.
In Liu Qiqi's eyes, the man in white was no longer even a person, but a sword.
A peerless sword that has been tempered for thousands of times, every inch shines with the ultimate edge, and can easily break through obstacles and crush all enemies.
Liu Qiqi's eyes couldn't help but shine, and goosebumps appeared all over her body. She looked at the man in white like an old pervert looking at a beautiful woman without any clothes.
She knew that regardless of whether he was the Master of Swords or not, the other party was definitely a great person.
An opponent worthy of your all-out effort!
"The following..."
She glanced at the countless gods inserted at the top of the sword palace.
Bing asked curiously, "Are they all your weapons?"
"How can it be?"
The man in white shrugged, "As a swordsman, what do I need with so many messy weapons? These are the natal magic weapons of my defeated generals. The materials are not bad. It would be nice to take them back as a decoration."
"Why don't you use your own sword?"
Liu Qiqi frowned slightly and asked with some displeasure, "Are you looking down on me?"
"Silly girl, you are still too young after all."
The man in white laughed and said, "Is there really a 'own sword' in this world?"
Liu Qiqi trembled all over, as if she had been struck by lightning, and fell into deep contemplation.
…
"What are you doing so close? It's disgusting."
On the top of the back mountain of Kunwu Sword Palace, Passepartout waved his hands to Wang Twelve beside him with a look of disgust, as if he was driving away wild dogs, "Go away, stay away from me!"
“The view is the best here.”
The old god Wang Twelve was still there, unmoving, "If you want to leave, you can leave. I won't leave anyway."
"cut!"
Passepartout frowned and hesitated for a moment. After all, he did not choose to leave. Instead, he smacked his lips and reluctantly kept a foot away from him. He turned to look at the two figures, one red and one white, above the palace in the distance.
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"After all these thousands of years, someone can finally cheer up the old guy."
After a moment, he couldn't help but break the silence first, "Girl, what do you think?"
"not so good."
Wang Twelve replied disapprovingly, "The sword intention is so-so, the actual combat is a mess, and the whole body is full of flaws. I will definitely be able to kill her within ten moves."
"How old are you? How old is she?"
Passepartout glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Ten moves, I'm sorry you had the nerve to say them."
"how?"
Wang Twelve had no expression on his face and replied calmly, "Are you confident that you can only use five moves?"
Passepartout suddenly fell silent and did not speak for a long time.
At this moment, the two red and white figures above the Sword Palace suddenly swung their swords together. Two cold lights pierced the void and collided passionately. The unrivaled sword intent swept across the sky and earth, sweeping the world. Even though they were so far apart, the terrifying sharpness
Still making several gaps in the clothes of Passepartout and Wang Twelve.
Feeling the impact of the collision of swords, both of them changed their expressions, and their jaws almost dropped to the ground in shock.
"I take back what I just said."
Wang Twelve stayed for a long time and suddenly said, "Ten moves may not be enough."
This chapter has been completed!