"What happened here? I could hear such a big noise more than ten miles away. Could it be that something happened to the treasure, so the Broken Dragon Waterfall became so broken?"

A low-level monk asked the people around him.

"It is impossible that the immortal light and spiritual energy that is born without the treasure may have been struck by heavenly thunder!"

"You are afraid that you are not joking. The previous voice must be a high-level monk fighting here!"

Those who gathered aside were mostly low-level cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world with the third and fourth levels of spiritual essence.

Many of them were monks who were hired to guard boats on the Luoshui tributaries to safely pass through dangerous sections of nearby tributaries and earn a few hard money.

The Luoshui tributary that bypassed this waterfall was full of boats and boats, and there were many monks traveling by. Moreover, they were not far from the waterfall itself, so the previous large formation attracted many monks to come.

These low-level monks,

You may even never see a master in the True Yuan Realm in your life.

Not much knowledge.

Gathered together now

He pointed and talked about the remnants.

Some people even think that monsters are raging here, causing such a terrifying scene.

There are all kinds of statements, but there is no consensus.

"In this situation, I'm afraid there is no master of the True Yuan Realm fighting here, and life and death are divided between breathing."

Several monks from the late stage of the Spirit Yuan arrived and stood on the top of the tree.

Compared with those low-level monks, their knowledge is naturally broader and they easily recognize the general situation in front of them.

One of the old man with an old face, Lingyuan Eighth Level, said as he looked at the scene of the rocks collapsed and the waterfalls turbulently.

"The power is indeed even better than that of a master of True Yuan Realm, but whether it is a real-life master fighting is a matter of opinion."

A feather fan and a white-clothed feather shook the fan, with an inexplicable tone.

"You mean..."

The old monk turned his head and was about to say something,

Suddenly, a scream came from a distance, and the low-level monks below exploded and retreated in horror.

Only see in the field,

A headless corpse leaned against a huge rock that collapsed from a waterfall cliff. Blood on his neck was like a pillar, gushing around!

The monks around were terrified and discussed.

However, it was a great man cultivator with two levels of spiritual energy. He saw a smooth and mirror-like cut in the collapsed rock in front of him. The sunlight reflected, as if a sword shadow was moving, making him dizzy and his mind was attracted. In a trance, he walked forward and stretched out his hand and couldn't help but touch the mirror of the cut.

But at that moment,

A small, weak as silk thread, but sharp as a sword, swept out, like a flying insect flying over the lake, swimming through the void, and floating across the monk's neck.

It was like cutting tofu with silk thread, and the head of a great monk with two levels of spiritual energy fell to the ground!

This scene,

It's really terrifying and horrifying!

The low-level monks around him shouted in horror and retreated.

"This is...Sword Intent?!"

The old monk from the eighth level of Lingyuan stood at a high place and was attracted by the restlessness below. Naturally, he also saw this scene, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle point.

"Sword Intention, what is that?"

The monks around who heard the old man's words asked in panic.

"Hmph, when you practice martial arts for the most perfect, you will understand the true meaning of magic and martial arts, and thoroughly integrate all magic and martial arts, and have incredible power."

"If this kind of artistic power is not a first-class genius and monster with a stunning and beautiful genius, it is actually a level power that monks above the True Yuan Realm may come into contact with."

The white-clothed feather with the feather fan and flew sneered, closed the fan with a snap, and stopped talking to these fools with low vision. She flew up like a big bird and flew towards the deep pool and lake that was hit by the waterfall.

Seeing this, several high-level spiritual cultivators around him also flew out in their sleeves, soared into the sky, and chased the man closely.

In front of everyone, several late-stage spiritual monks rushed into the vast torrent of waterfalls, searched in the turbulent waterfall, and gathered some stones with sword marks into the storage bag.

"What are those seniors doing?"

On the surrounding shore, the low-level monks looked confused and were a little puzzled by the actions of the masters.

Some people were shocked, as if they had thought of something, and a hint of enlightenment and excitement appeared on their faces. They searched for broken rocks with sword marks around them and put them in the object talisman.

Later, when the monks around him saw this, they all woke up and joined the looting act.

Just the sword marks remaining on the stone,

He easily killed a cultivator in the early stage of Lingyuan.

Even those high-level spiritual cultivators regard it as an opportunity to find storage bags, let alone those of them at the bottom of the cultivation world?

It must be a great benefit!

During the robbery, two low-level monks accidentally stimulated the sword intent remaining on the sword marks on the stone, and they died and were seriously injured, which shocked people and became even more crazy.

Some people even rushed into the terrible waterfall and forcibly cut the protruding reef with sword marks away regardless of the danger.

Half an hour later,

The waterfall was scraped over the pond, and it was not stopped until the stone with sword marks could no longer be found.

The monks left one after another.

Originally, Zhang Qingyuan and Yuan Wenjun fought to attack the damaged river waterfall, but it was even more messy at this time.

......

Zhang Qingyuan knew nothing about what happened after leaving.

The sword that was cut under the cliff of the waterfall was actually the result of the interweaving of the right time, place, and people.

It is probably that Zhang Qingyuan could hardly replicate before entering the True Yuan realm, and then swung out a power level comparable to this sword!

The extremely powerful sword intent also left a deep sword intent on the shattered rocks around when the explosion impact swept across the surroundings.

Although these remaining sword intents are impossible like the Shui Jianxian Sword Immortal’s sword intent post for two hundred years in the past, there is no big problem if it lasts for ten days and half a month.

If you can understand it,

This will be very good for the monk's sword skills to improve.

Of course, if you have not walked out of your own sword path, although comprehending these remaining sword intents will improve your own sword technique practice quickly, it will easily be infected by Zhang Qingyuan's sword intent unconsciously, and the path after the sword path becomes even more difficult.

However, all this has nothing to do with Zhang Qingyuan.

Leaving from the Cliff Waterfall, Zhang Qingyuan followed the previous traces and returned to the place where he fought for his life.

All valuable things such as the storage bags of the corpse of the eighth level of Lingyuan and the seventh level of Lingyuan cultivator were searched. Then Lingyuan exploded a pit on the ground and left the two corpses inside. With a roll of her sleeves, Lingyuan rolled back the floating leaves around like a flood, covering and burying the two corpses in the pit.
Chapter completed!