The sky is as scarlet as a painting, and the blood mist floats, and the whole world is filled with a faint blood, swinging with the wind.

In the vast forest, the peaks pointed straight at the sky like swords unsheathed.

A huge waterfall is like a giant dragon lying on a peak, flowing downwards hundreds of feet.

Under the huge gap, the rumbling deafening sound resounded throughout this world.

This terrifying impact is enough to shatter the rocks, and the rocks under the waterfall are as smooth as mirrors.

Wow! The white air rose up from the surrounding rocks, and you could vaguely see a thin figure sitting cross-legged on it.

The breeze from the mountain stream blew across the rocks, rolling up the white air everywhere.

The thin figure was also curled up, revealing a rather line-like side face, like edges carved on the rocks with sharp knife, filled with the unique charm of men.

This kind of charm is definitely not something that Liu Dong and others can have.

Wow! The waterfall that was falling from the waterfall hit the figure. The terrible impact was enough to tear open any rocks, but the thin figure was still motionless. The thin blue shirt was not even stained with any water vapor, which looked extremely strange.

The abandoned blue shirt is called the abandoned blue shirt, but he wears a thin blue shirt all year round.

Boom! Boom! The rumbling sound echoed among the mountain stream, and the figure of the blue shirt was like the rocks in the mountain stream, still motionless.

It was not until the sharp sound of wind broke out in the distance that Qi Qingshan slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were like the ink-like night sky, making people fall into it and can't extricate themselves.

Qi Qingshan slowly stood up, and his straight figure was like a sharp sword showing its sharpness, which suddenly divided the waterfall into two.

He took a step with one hand and took a step forward slowly, but he appeared several meters away like a ghost. There were about a few feet of rocks, with white-blooded incense burners and celadon tea cups placed on it.

He picked up the celadon tea cup, and gently pulled the tea leaves with his white fingers in his discarded blue shirt, and said lazily: "How is the progress?"

"Under the deliberate efforts of the disciples of Tianya Sect, I'm afraid no one in the entire blood refining space would not know the existence of this ancient sword tomb!"

"In just a few days, elite disciples from various sects came to the peaks of the Sword Tomb!"

"There are also two people in the sword tomb peaks of the sword tomb!"

A hoarse voice like an old man appeared under the waterfall, and a ghostly figure roared over and appeared behind Qi Qingshan.

The man was covered in loose black clothes, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see those eyes that looked like poisonous snakes, which were cold and harsh.

"Langya Sect, Daojian Pavilion, Zhuang Meng Pavilion, Baiqi Sect, Tianya Pavilion!" Qi Qingshan slightly raised the corner of his mouth, his face not too surprised: "No one can resist these temptations, even Dao Sansheng and Meng Lingyun can't stop it!"

He picked up the teacup, took a sip of his blue shirt, and his deep eyes fell from afar. In the center of the peaks, a majestic sword peak was like a giant sword that wanted to pierce the blood-colored sky. Although it was far apart, it gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It seems that this sword peak is not a mountain, but a fierce sword that slaughters the world.

"Now there are only disciples of Baiqi Sect left!" Under the black robe, a faint chill flashed in the poisonous snake-like eyes of the young man in the black robe.

"They will come!" Qi Qingshan said lightly, with a faint sense of bookishness between his eyebrows. At this moment, he looked like a gentle scholar, with no sharpness that a warrior should have.

After a pause, Qi Qingshan seemed to remember something: "How many disciples in the sect have arrived at the peak of the Sword Tomb?"

"There are 763 disciples of Langya Sect, and 435 of them belong to their own team!" The young man in black robe said without hesitation.

"Where is that girl Nalan Zi?" Qi Qingshan frowned slightly, and his angular face looked extremely handsome.

"I haven't come yet!" If the young man in black robe had a deep meaning, he looked at Qi Qingshan and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Just say whatever you want to say, it's not like your poisonous fangs!" Qi Qingshan gently shook the exquisite celadon tea cup in his hand and chuckled.

"I never understand why you treat Nalan Zi so well. I know that with your temperament, you will never fall in love with a woman like Nalan Zi!" A rare look of fanaticism appeared in the cold eyes of the young man in black robe: "The outer door is too small after all, not your stage. If it weren't for the peaks of the sword tomb, maybe last year, you and I would have entered the inner door!"

"You have also said that the outer door is too small, it is definitely not your and my stage!" Qi Qingshan said in a long tone: "The inner door is your and my stage, Nalan Zi's father is the elder!"

"This identity alone is enough for me to pay attention to!" He shrugged casually, turned around and met the eyes of the young man in black robe. "Occasionally, it is a matter of raising his hands to satisfy the unreasonable request of that girl, and it is not a problem!"

"By the way, there is another interesting thing!" The young man in black suddenly became a little cheerful, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Qi Qingshan chuckled with his lips.

"That bastard Liu Dong has come to us!" The joke in the words of the young man in black became more and more powerful.

"Liu Dong?" Qi Qingshan looked puzzled, and then he remembered who Liu Dong was: "Why did this guy come to us by leading hundreds of disciples in the sect?"

"Although I don't know what happened, Liu Dong's team has been completely destroyed." The young man in black couldn't help but smile: "Now, he wants to join our team!"

"Ha, interesting!" Qi Qingshan slowly climbed up on her angular face: "My Qi Qingshan team is not anything that can be added! The blood refining space has been opened for several months, and there are more than 4,000 survivors now. Only more than 100 of these people can get out of the blood refining space. Poisonous fangs, you prepare, there are too many 435 people!" At the end, Qi Qingshan's voice became a little cold, with a little coldness: "Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are still necessary!"

"I know what to do, and I won't disturb you in practicing!" The figure of the young man in black disappeared in a mountain stream in a short while.

"Qin Wumo, this is a game. Who will win in this game?" The exquisite tea cup in Qi Qingshan's hand shattered. He slowly raised his head and fell on a mountain second only to Qianzhang Sword Peak with a little expectation. His eyes seemed to have broken through the void and saw a tall figure standing proudly in the vast sea of ​​clouds on the straight sword peak.

The vast sea of ​​clouds, the peaks are like a lonely boat in the sea of ​​clouds, and the raised peaks are like reefs on the coast.

A tall and towering figure like a mountain stood at the top of the Baizhang Mountain Peak. His eyes looked up at the huge peak of the thousand-foot peak that seemed like a huge creature in front of him, with a little tired look between his eyebrows.

Qin Wumo is a well-known outer genius in Tianya Pavilion.

The ink-like martial arts style was even more straight, and he was holding a pen in Qin Wumo's right hand. The pen was slender and straight as if it was a sword.

"Brother Mo, 763 disciples of Langya Sect, 536 disciples of Zhuangmeng Pavilion, and 847 disciples of the Sword Pavilion have gathered around the peaks of the Sword Tomb!" Several disciples of Tianya Pavilion stood carefully behind Qin Wumo, and said with a respectful expression.

"Tomorrow, perhaps all the survivors in the blood refining space will appear. Haha, more than 4,000 people, these blood is enough!" Qin Wumo chuckled, and the tired look between his eyebrows dissipated at this time, and even a little excitement was revealed.

"It seems that there are some clues in the Qi Qingshan!" A disciple with thin cheeks said with some concern.

"If it weren't for this, how could Qi Qingshan let me make the news of the sword tomb public?" Qin Wumo waved his hand, but there was a sense of confidence and domineering in his words: "He has been planning for this sword tomb for a long time, and even gave up the opportunity to enter the inner sect. I, Qin Wumo, isn't it the same? Humph! The inheritance in this sword tomb is destined to be Qin Wumo, and no one can take it away!" An extremely sharp aura spread out in Qin Wumo's body, and a little true energy could be seen vaguely circulating on his skin.

Qi Condensation! The disciples of Tianya Pavilion standing behind Qin Wumo were all clenched with fists, with excitement in their eyes, and even the disciples who had spoken before said carefully: "Brother Mo, have you entered the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"Half-step condensed energy!" Qin Wumo said lightly, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, revealing some unconcealable arrogance...
Chapter completed!