The woman was in the air, getting a startling glimpse.
In the distance, in a tomb near the back mountain, a young swordsman was carrying a long sword wrapped in white cloth and carrying a basket for offerings. He had just finished paying homage to his parents and was walking away with the basket.
When we arrived at the other two tombs, they were the tombs of Su Liang and his wife who were the commanders of the Tianchi Army’s Tiebu Battalion a hundred years ago.
"Uncle Su Liang! Mrs. Su!"
Lin Zhao placed the offerings and said with a smile: "Your souls in heaven, please rest in peace. You don't have to worry too much about things in the world. I heard that Xiao Jiu'er is now a twelve-level sword immortal. Our Xiao Jiu'er has grown up."
Dad, she can take care of herself now, so you don't have to worry too much anymore."
After lighting three sticks of incense, he looked around but couldn't find the incense burner, so he got up and walked to his tomb. He picked up the old bronze incense burner without ceremony, returned to the tomb of Su Liang and his wife, and inserted three sticks of incense.
Then I started burning the paper money, not in a hurry, but doing it carefully.
For a moment, Su Qingjiu looked at the young swordsman in the distance, and her nose suddenly felt sore. Although he was completely different from the boy in the small town, Su Qingjiu knew it was him, and she recognized him almost at a glance.
It turns out that brother Lin Zhao is still here!
Su Qingjiu showed a smile. In the past hundred years, there has been no better news than this. With the smile, the golden mood in her eyes became slightly lighter, replaced by more of a girlish charm.
It seemed that those three people were going for Brother Lin Zhao.
After thinking about it, there was a bit more murderous intent in Su Qingjiu's eyes. Don't rush to recognize Brother Lin Zhao first, let's deal with the three people in front of you. Thinking of this, the corners of Su Qingjiu's lips raised slightly, and he
As if it was arranged by God, you have to do something for Brother Lin Zhao when you see him again, right?
…
Wash the Jianjiang River.
There were wisps of golden ripples in the river, and a goddess of the river, wearing a golden armor and a golden cloak, rose into the air from the river. The cloak was slightly opened, with wisps of water transport air trailing at the tail. She opened her eyes
A pair of golden eyes looked into the distance, and the sky on the snowy Tianchi seemed to be about to change.
"Keng~~"
She gently pulled out the golden sword, but the moment she pulled it out, she said "Oh?" and when she found the woman who was going up the mountain, Lin Xingchu suddenly raised the corner of her mouth: "It seems that I don't need to take action anymore!"
As she said that, she stood proudly on the Xijian River, looking north at the snow-covered Tianchi. Although she had not taken action, she was already watching the battle. If there were any changes, she would arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible.
Fusu Great Wall.
On the top of a deserted city, a group of warriors were setting up fist stakes and being baptized by the cold wind.
Just to the east of a group of warriors, a female swordswoman in white clothes stood up with a sword in hand. Looking at the north, she couldn't help but frowned. It was not good. The three of them went up the mountain, and among them there was
Wu Li, a great monk from the Twelve Realm Monster Tribe, can imagine his purpose.
"aunt!"
On the side, Qin Ran, who was practicing swordsmanship with his aunt, suddenly stood up and looked to the north: "Did something happen at the Snowy Tianchi?"
"Um."
Lin Wanhua said calmly: "Two of the twelve realms and one of the eleventh realm have climbed the mountain. The person who came here is not kind!"
"ah!?"
Qin Ran gritted his teeth and said: "Auntie, will something happen to my brother Lin Zhao? How about... you go to the snowy Tianchi to ask for swordsmanship, and I will follow and cheer for auntie?"
Lin Wanhua looked at the north, and her eyes had detected the young woman Sword Immortal riding a white horse up the mountain. Her heart suddenly swayed. The opponent's sword intention was so strong, it was not inferior to her at all, and she was also in the twelfth realm. So it is conceivable that
Knowing who it was, Lin Wanhua immediately smiled and said: "You do want to take action, but there is no chance. A peak swordsman of the twelfth realm has come up the mountain. With her here, no one can touch Lin Zhao."
"ah!?"
Qin Ran's eyes flashed: "Master of Changming Mountain, Su Qingjiu, the pinnacle of the Twelve Realms, Su Da Sword Immortal? Oh my god, aunt, let's go to the snowy Tianchi. If Qin Ran can see the grace of Su Da Sword Immortal wielding a sword,
I have no regrets in this life!”
Lin Wanhua glanced at him angrily, stepped forward, put one hand on Qin Ran's head, and gently pushed him back to the top of the city, saying: "Your aunt's swordsmanship is no worse than hers, you can see it every day
Auntie's style of wielding a sword! Stay on top of the city to warm up your sword spirit, and don't want to go anywhere. Your father said that before the Eleventh Realm, if your kid dares to step out of the Fusu Great Wall, your legs will be broken!"
Qin Ran looked helpless: "It's so difficult to reach the fifth realm of Sword Immortal..."
Lin Wanhua was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked up at the Snowy Tianchi again. The blade of the sword in her hand was lowered, ready to strike out with a sword at any time to help the Snowy Tianchi. After all, the opponent had two twelve realms and one eleventh realm. To be honest, although Su Qingjiu
It's powerful, but it may not be able to suppress it.
…
The snowy Tianchi is as calm as ever.
Su Qingjiu walked into the wind, and gently pushed the scabbard with the palm of his right hand. With a soft "clang" sound, sword energy suddenly filled the air between heaven and earth. In the blink of an eye, a touch of gold enveloped the entire snow-covered Tianchi.
Within the world of the magical weapon "Empty Mountain", Su Qingjiu opened up a new world, covering the entire snow-covered Tianchi!
For a moment, Wu Li, Zhao Suiguang, and Zhao Guangyi suddenly stopped. In front of their eyes, the barracks, cavalry, and war horses on the snowy Tianchi all disappeared, leaving only a bare snowy Tianchi in front of them.
"Oops!"
Wu Li frowned: "Someone is coming up the mountain!"
The three of them looked back together and saw the beautiful figure in a red skirt and white shirt. Her whole body was covered with strong sword intent. The sword intent was so strong that Wu Li, Zhao Suiguang and Zhao Guangyi had never seen it before in their lives!
"Who is coming?"
Wu Li narrowed his eyes, his whole body filled with demonic aura. A golden spear slipped out from his sleeve, and Zhao Suiguang also sacrificed his cyan tripod as if facing a formidable enemy. Zhao Guangyi was even more...
The opponent's sword intention was so suppressed that he could hardly lift his head, and his sword heart buzzed and trembled, as if the opponent could crush his sword heart with just one strike.
"you?"
Su Qingjiu held a long sword, stood in his own small world, and said with a smile: "What are you going to do in the snowy Tianchi? Kill Lin Zhao? Or kill Zhizhi and Muzha?"
"I would like to ask, who is this girl?"
The opponent's sword intent was so strong that even Wu Li, who was a great demon at the top of the Twelve Realms, had to be careful with his words. He said in a deep voice: "Looking at the girl's cultivation, there is no one in the Northern Territory besides Fusu Great Wall Lin Wanhua."
I have seen such a person like Lin Wanhua, so the girl must be..."
"Um."
Su Qingjiu smiled, pointed the sword blade forward, and said: "Dachen Dynasty, Su Qingjiu, the daughter of Su Liang, asks you about swordsmanship!"
"Buzz~~~"
Zhao Suiguang's mind went blank, and he was already in a state of confusion. It turned out that this woman was Su Qingjiu. When he introduced himself to his family, he did not mention a word about the owner of Changming Mountain, but only said that he was Su Qingjiu of the Dachen Dynasty.
Daughter of Liang, does this need to be explained more clearly? She values the status of a descendant of the Chen Dynasty more than the lord of Changming Mountain!
And who is there on this snow-covered Tianchi? Lin Zhao, Zhu Zhi, Muzhen, and Chu Yu, aren't they all the remnants of the Chen Dynasty that the Shang Dynasty said?! Nowadays, these remnants have become a climate, and they have become a phenomenon.
Forget about the 11th-level Zhizhi and Muzhen, now there is Su Qingjiu, the peak swordsman of the 12th level. This is a veritable great swordsman. What should we do?
Zhao Suiguang glanced at Wu Li. This business seemed to be a loss. If he had known that Su Qingjiu was coming, he would not have come!
"There is no turning back!"
Wu Li said to the two of them in his heart: "The only way to survive is to fight Su Qingjiu in a bloody battle. Don't forget, Su Qingjiu is the master of Changming Mountain. Changming Mountain is one of the strongest sword sects in the south of the human race and has a profound foundation.
, the secret treasures of Zhenshan might all be in Su Qingjiu’s body, if we kill Su Qingjiu, won’t we still worry that this time the income will not be rich enough?”
Zhao Suiguang and Zhao Guangyi looked hesitant.
Wu Li couldn't help gritting his teeth: "You two, don't forget that when Su Qingjiu was in the snowy Tianchi, it was Lin Zhao who raised her after her parents died in the battle. Now we are going up the mountain to kill Lin Zhao. Do you think if we don't kill her?"
If we drop Su Qingjiu, will she let us go?"
"That's true."
Zhao Guangyi frowned: "Sect Master, we have no choice but to fight!"
Zhao Suiguang couldn't get off the tiger: "Then... let's fight!"
"Go together!"
The next second, Wu Li rose into the air and kicked out suddenly. Suddenly, there was a black snake tail sweeping across the sky. The tail already had several golden lines. The force of the blow was deep and fierce, and Zhao
Sui Guangze rushed out with a strong aura wrapped around his body. The green cauldron burst into light and hit the head of Su Qingjiu. Zhao Guangyi straightened his sword and stabbed forward twice. At the same time, the sword was contained in the lake.
The two flying swords spun in the air and headed straight to Su Qingjiu's right side.
The three of them all used desperate tricks!
…
"Are you tempted to kill?"
Su Qingjiu stood in the air and said with a smile: "In this case, I don't need to be polite."
As she spoke, she lightly raised the sword in her hand, and suddenly thousands of sword energy shot out in all directions. With a loud noise, Wu Li's kick seemed to have hit an indestructible golden kendo barrier.
Normally, the shock caused his leg bones to ache, and the energy and blood in his body boiled. With just one blow, it seemed that his own strength had been suppressed a little by the opponent's sword!
"when!"
The green tripod collided with the tip of Su Qingjiu's sword, and the tripod was suddenly buzzing. Zhao Suiguang used his magical power to protect himself with the power of the tripod, but his heart was trembling. Who is this Su Qingjiu?
This level of cultivation is simply more terrifying than Lin Wanhua of the Fusu Great Wall!
Amid the surge of fine sword energy, the sword of Eleventh Level Sword Cultivator Zhao Guangyi returned without success.
Just as he was retreating to avoid the sword attack, he glanced up and saw the golden mood surging in Su Qingjiu's eyes. In an instant, Zhao Guangyi's heart was filled with chills. With just a startled glance, he seemed to see
What arrived was not a human swordsman, but a real god. How could an ordinary human being have such strong divinity?
"You are the one."
Su Qingjiu's delicate body rose into the air, and the peach branch in her left hand was suddenly thrown out. Suddenly, the peach branch seemed to be no longer a peach branch, but like a flying sword, filled with the strong sword intention.
"puff!"
With a soft sound, Eleventh Level Sword Cultivator Zhao Guangyi staggered, his heart was penetrated by a peach branch, and a large amount of blood spurted out from behind. His whole body was trembling, and he fell down unwillingly. He never dreamed that he did not die in Su Qingjiu.
He died under a few peach branches under his sword or flying sword. What kind of swordsmanship is this?
…
Su Qingjiu stood suspended in the air, sword intent lingering around him, and golden artistic conception surging in his eyes.
In this world, other sword immortals cultivated a sword with a clear heart, but she was different. Su Qingjiu cultivated a sword with a clear mind!
