Just as the purple sword collided with Lan Shan, Qin Wuming sneered, but when he saw Xiao Shu still had no expression on his face, he knew that something was wrong. The ice-blue sword aura suddenly rose, and it was as long as the extreme cold aura made the purple sword in his hand rise up with a layer of frost, and the hands holding the sword were frozen red in an instant.

The crisp sound of shattering made his heart sink to the bottom of the valley, the purple sword in his hand shattered inch by inch, and the sword edge of Lanshan was already on his neck.

"Sword Gang! Who are you?" Qin Wuming didn't dare to move, endured the bone-bone chill, his voice trembled a little. The people in front of him had far exceeded his imagination in swordsmanship, and he was not at the same level as him.

"How about you pay for this sword?" Xiao Shu did not answer Qin Wuming, but took the Lanshan sword back into the sword box, turned to look at Zixin who was cheering for him.

"You really want to give me?" Zixin was already happy to see Xiao Shu defeat Qin Wuming with one move. Xiao Shu wanted to give her the sword again, and he rubbed his face happily, for fear that it would be a dream.

"Brother Xiao, you must be guilty of possessing a treasure. Wouldn't you give it to Zixin? " Yuntai said first. If Lanshan is given to her in public, there will be thieves who will covet it.

"Senior Brother!" Zixin looked at Yuntai with a grievance. She really liked Lanshan Sword, but Yuntai had to listen to her words.

"Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only fame and fortune can't be forgotten! Where are the generals and ministers in ancient and modern times? A pile of grass is gone. Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only gold and silver can't be forgotten! I only regret that I have not gathered many times in the whole day, and I have been closed for a long time. Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only good wives can't be forgotten! You say kindness on your birthday, and you die with others. Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only children and grandchildren can't be forgotten! There have been many infatuated parents, but who will meet filial children and grandchildren?"

The old Taoist in the quailed quail clothes fell off in a mad manner, with a four-foot red sandalwood box behind him, carrying a green jade bottle in his hand, and stumbled into his mouth while stumbled, ignoring the strange eyes of the people present.

Tian Jizi, who had only half-closed his eyes, smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you, Old Dao Zhang, are becoming more and more free and easy as you live."

As soon as this said, everyone present widened their eyes. No one expected that this crazy old Taoist was Zhang Zhenren, who was once famous all over the world. Yuntai was a little unbelievable. Why was his ancestor so down and out, but he still walked up to salute and said to the ancestor.

Zhenren Zhang gave up, took a sip of wine, threw the green jade bottle at Tianjizi with his backhand, "It's OK, it's OK. If it doesn't, it's not good. If it's good, it's OK."

"The world is empty. You agreed, but you refused. This wine is very hard to drink." Tian Jizi waved his sleeves, and the green jade bottle rolled around in the air for three times, then flew back to Zhenren Zhang, and the wine was not spilled.

"Life is a dream of void, and my youth is gone. In a flash, I seek immortality and life, and I save the world and save people. You seek your heart to be free and you sit in the mountain gate. This wine is not difficult to drink, not difficult to drink, it is not as good as your appetite." Zhang Zhenren laughed loudly, took the green jade bottle, raised his head to drink it dry.

"Zhang... Master Zhang." Zixin called out hesitantly. Because Master Zhang Zhenren would be there this time, she and Yuntai came here. Zixin thought that this ancestor who never showed up must have a fairy-like appearance, but she did not expect that she would be like a down-and-out Taoist on the street, without the charm of Qingyun Sect at all.

"The little spruce ghost will let you two come alone?" Zhang Zhenren raised his eyebrows, his words frivolously, and he was completely different from a righteous man.

"Master actually hopes that we can get more experience and not hide behind elders in everything, so he has never let the seniors in the sect walk with him. Of course, it is because he knows that you will be there." Yuntai quickly explained that his master and the leader of Qingyun are just a little devil in the mouth of Zhenren Zhang, and his generation is really a bit big.

"Training? I don't think he has experienced enough. He knows what the use of staying in the sect practice all day long. He asked me to give up the position of the sect leader as soon as possible. The world is so big that why should you live in a corner for a long time? I'm afraid that even if you cultivate it into wood, it's hard to see the immortal path." Zhang Zhenren said without giving the sect leader his family's words, and the others couldn't help but cover their mouths and smiled.

Yuntai was tactful and did not respond and remained silent. Zhenren Zhang was determined to criticize Master. When explaining to Master at this time, he would undoubtedly be asking for trouble.

"Little baby, you really want to give this sword... Hum?" Zhang Zhenren looked at Xiao Shu. He noticed the awesome sword intent of Xiao Shu at one glance. It may be difficult to feel the realm of Yuntai, but he can't hide it from him.

"My younger brother has damaged Zixin's sword before and promised to pay her a reward." Xiao Shu replied humbly.

"Be careful!" Zixin wanted to say something, but saw Qin Wuming being angry and slapped Xiao Shu with a palm from behind.

When Xiao Shu heard this, his eyes turned cold, and he did not dodge or avoid. The red umbrella behind him shook, the red leaf sword was unsheathed, and the deep purple sword aura was blocked behind him as if it was solid. Qin Wuming smiled wildly, put his hands and pulled them away, and the inexplicable suction was born out of thin air, and he wanted to forcefully absorb Xiao Shu's inner essence.

The deep purple sword aura was gradually sucked into his body. Why did his previous opponents have no power to resist? This is the technique like a whale swallowing a snake. Whether it is close contact or physical contact, it can gradually absorb the opponent's inner essence. The deeper your inner essence, the stronger his suction power. As one goes up and down, no matter how clever you are, it is hard to defeat.

"This Dharma name is 'Whale', which is the secret of the spiritual sect that is not passed on. It is dedicated to sucking people's inner primordials, taking one point, storing one point, not leaking endlessly, and getting thicker and thicker, taking the meaning of the rivers and seas." Zhang Zhenren said with his eyes narrowed.

"This..." Zixin saw that the deep purple sword aura dissipated under Qin Wuming's suction, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Seniors, the martial arts discussion has not ended yet, and I have never given up. Don't intervene." Qin Wuming said loudly, taking the lead in blocking the idea of ​​helping others.

"Young Master Qin, although the 'whale' is strong, it is not invincible in your hands. You must know that rivers can converge in the sea, but what if the sea flows backwards in the river, what should I do?" Linglongzi said with a smile. She was not worried at all. How powerful is Xiao Shu? It might be difficult to stop the leader of the Ling Sect coming, but Qin Wuming has no mention at all.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, your disciple is becoming more and more relaxed." Zhang Zhenren said with a smile.

"Zhang Zhenren praised it, Linglong felt guilty." Linglong bent over and bowed, and no matter what, he had grown older than himself. Etiquette was indispensable.

Qin Wuming was already full of confidence, but after Linglongzi said something, he lost his heart. Logically speaking, his inner self is not inferior to his peers. Who can stop this whale technique?

The sword aura was gradually transformed by him and sent all into the Danzhong Qihai. However, for some reason, the more he sucked, the more he felt an indescribable sense of fear surged into his heart. The sword aura seemed to be there and there seemed to be dissipation in the next moment, but it just didn't dissipate. Suddenly, Xiao Shu said coldly, "Have you absorbed enough?"

A ball of blood mist exploded, and the sky was full of scarlet red, as if it was bloody rain.

The sword aura cannot be transformed from Qin Wuming's realm. If he can absorb it, it will be like thousands of sword blades entering his body and destroying himself. Xiao Shu never shows mercy to such a person who wants his own life. Even if he does not die, he will make up for a sword.

Qin Wuming's head was shaken high, and he did not close his eyes until his death. He left only a piece of flesh and blood on the ground. The smell of blood was so strong. Even the evil sect who had been killed for a long time could not help but frown.

However, what is surprising is that the people of the Spiritual Sect did not pursue the matter. They just sent one or two disciples to apologize, and then put the corpses all over the ground and Qin Wuming's head and took them back.

"Is the Spiritual Sect changing its temperament? If it were normal, it would have been a big deal. What happened today? The disciples of the leader of the family were dead and there was no reaction at all." Qing Xuanzi said in surprise.

"If it were normal, it would naturally pursue the matter to the end, but this is different from other things. Even if you want to pursue it, you can't stand it. Qin Wuming is seeking death. Who can I blame? Besides..." Linglongzi explained.

"Besides, the leader of the Spirit Sect, He Qingzhi, has always been a survival of the fittest to his disciples. If he dies, he will die. Only when he is alive can he admit it." Yuntai took over the conversation and said, this is not as good as a famous sect. At least the masters will not let their disciples go, and they will not let their disciples fight each other.

Xiao Shu walked off the arena, came to Zixin, put down the sword box and said with a smile, "I will compensate you for this sword, but whether it can admit it depends on your ability."

"Hmph, underestimate me?" Zi Xin said angrily, and went to get the sword box without being outdone. When he reached out, he lifted it, but he didn't move at all. Looking at Xiao Shu's joking look, he couldn't help but blush. After using his inner Yuan, he finally picked up the sword box. Just as he was about to speak, he relaxed his anger and the sword box fell to the ground again.

"Your generation, really, how did Yunshan teach you? I can't even hold a sword box?" Zhang Zhenren couldn't stand it anymore. He reached out to take a look. The sword box actually rose out of thin air and landed in his hand. The sword box weighing more than 100 kilograms was floating like a feather in his hand.

In a trance, Zhang Daoquan, who went to Kunlun alone and killed Yuxu by sword, came back. Yuntai Chief Executive said that Kunlun was the only one with swordsmanship that year, but only three swords of Zhang Zhenren turned the Yuxu Palace into ruins. At this point, no one in the world dared to underestimate Qingyun Sect. It was that year that Qingyun Sect became a famous sect, but after that, Zhang Zhenren passed on the position of sect leader and disappeared. He seemed to be completely unwilling to care about his reputation. Those troublesome people compared him with the Sword Lord and laughed it off.

"Speaking of this, your red umbrella reminds me of an old friend." Zhang Zhenren gently put down the sword box, took out another bottle of wine from somewhere and started drinking it.

"Senior, I know Sword Lord?" Xiao Shu was a little moved. People like Sword Lord are really recognized by everyone in the world. In the path of swordsmanship, who doesn't know Yu Zihan, and who dares to forget the name of Sword Lord?

"Yes, yes, I said it looks so familiar. It's really that old umbrella that is not repaired. Why, is he dead? Or has he ascended to the immortal?" Zhang Zhenren asked a little lonely.
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