The clouds and mist surround several ancient wooden houses, which is fresh, natural, and picturesque.
The swan is hovering on the top of the mountain, like a log, lying motionless on the top of the mountain, while the black dragon is jumping lively, sometimes flying towards the distance, sometimes running to the side of the swan, with a pair of curious eyes the size of lanterns.
looked at the big bird in front of him.
Although they are both puppets refined by the living puppet technique, the black dragon and the Honghu are completely different. When they were in Longyin River, the black dragon gave birth to his own sanity, but the Honghu is still just a puppet and needs to be controlled by people.
The black dragon seemed to be having a great time. He jumped up, roared, and went away into the distance.
On the mountainside, in a dense forest.
An Jing is sitting cross-legged, and in his hand is the Muchen Bead he got from Zongzheng Huachun. At this time, there is a wisp of dull golden light flowing on the Muchen Bead, and this wisp of dullness can be seen from it.
The golden light is filled with black brilliance, as if these black brilliance have already gained the upper hand and will explode at any time.
Zhao Qingmei looked at the Muchen Bead in An Jing's hand and said, "This should be a ray of thought from the spirit of the earth, right?"
"Um."
An Dingding nodded, "Zongzheng Huachun has not completely refined a ray of the spirit of the earth. It seems that it is difficult to refine even a ray of the spirit of the earth."
Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said: "If it were so easy to refine, the emperors of Qin and Zhou would have refined it long ago."
The spirit of the earth line has always been controlled by the human emperors of the major dynasties. These emperors have many martial arts wizards, but they have never been able to completely master the spirit of the earth line.
An Jing pointed his finger, and the true energy gathered into several thin lines. If an ordinary master saw this, he would be shocked that someone could control the true energy so finely.
These silk threads of true energy entangled a ray of thought from the spirit of the earth. An Jing wanted to pull out the ray of thought from the spirit of the earth to find out, but the spirit of the earth seemed to be very resistant to it.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"Do you really think I can't kill you?"
An Jing raised his eyes, and the pulled threads suddenly turned into streaks of cold sword energy, which rushed directly towards the thoughts of the Earth Vein Spirit.
But these sword energy struck at the wisp of thought of the earth spirit, as if cutting into nothingness, and did not cause the slightest ripple.
An Jing frowned slightly and said: "Sure enough, cutting off the spirit of the earth's veins is not that simple."
"That's for sure. Cutting off the spirit of the earth's veins is naturally more difficult."
Zhao Qingmei took the Muchen Bead and looked at it and said: "And in my opinion, this is a complete individual. Whether it is refining or cutting it off, you need to go to the Dragon Locking Well to get the complete earth vein spirit."
The thought of a ray of earth spirit can only increase the strength, which can increase Zongzheng Huachun's understanding of heaven and man's induction, or he can use the power of the Muchen Pearl to break through to the realm of the Grand Master.
But it is almost impossible to get a glimpse of the path to immortality and the secret of breaking through the shackles of the great master.
An Jing took a deep breath and said seriously: "It seems that we need to reach the realm of the Grand Master as soon as possible."
Zhao Qingmei exhaled and said: "But it is too difficult to break through this realm, even if the shackles of the world are getting smaller and smaller now."
It is really difficult to break through the Grand Master. Even with her evil qualifications, she can feel the difficulty of breaking through the shackles of the Grand Master.
If she is given enough time, it is not difficult to break through the Grand Master, but the changes in Suolongjing are just around the corner. How much time does she have?
The same is true for An Jing. He just broke through to the realm of five qi. Now he has absorbed a ray of heaven and earth spirit spirit from Zongzheng Huachun, but he is still far away from the great master.
Therefore, the strength of the two of them has reached a bottleneck, and it is basically impossible to make further progress in a short period of time.
An Jing said in a deep voice: "Longjing Suolongjing will definitely gather many masters and great masters from all over the world."
Zhao Qingmei nodded and said: "There are already four immortals, Wang Yangsheng, King Xu, and Haha Buddha. Among them, the immortals of Qianqiu and King Xu are the most mysterious."
"King Xu..."
An Jing looked into the distance and said, "I think I already know his origin."
Zhao Qingmei blinked and said, "You know?"
An Jing recalled the various interactions with King Xu and said: "His body has strong corpse energy, and he cannot leave the corpse cave in King Xu Mountain. The most important thing is that he is not restricted by longevity."
"If the prediction is correct, he should be a corpse refined by the secret techniques of the Southern Barbarians."
When Zhao Qingmei heard An Jing's guess, she was quite shocked and said: "Kill the corpse!? Who refined it?"
A master at the Grand Master level is actually a corpse exorcist of the Southern Barbarian secret technique?
Who has such great means?
An Jing shook his head, "I don't know either, but he is indeed a corpse. I guess he just has his own sanity like the black dragon."
When An Jing met King Xu for the first time, he had a lot of strength, but he couldn't remember anything. He looked like a black dragon.
An Jing took a deep breath and said: "So we must reach the realm of the Grand Master before the great changes in Suolongjing, so as to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Although he killed Zongzheng Huachun, he knew in his heart that only by reaching the realm of Grand Master could he ensure that his trip to Locking the Dragon Well would be foolproof.
Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said: "When the Hip Hop Buddha appears this time, I think things are not that simple."
An Jing blinked and said, "I really don't know."
Zhao Qingmei rolled her eyes at An Jing and said solemnly: "Of course I know you don't know, but I'm just thinking that it would be dangerous if the Yong'an Human Emperor sent a hip-hop Buddha to attack and kill you, even if you have the jade seal with you.
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An Jing nodded upon hearing this. If the Hip Hop Buddha suddenly appeared, it would indeed be a huge trouble. No matter how strong An Jing was, he would not be able to face three great masters at the same time.
Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but said: "The Yong'an Human Emperor is not simple. He actually manipulated a great master like Hip Hop Buddha into applause. Now she still has beggars from the Demon Sect. When the world is completely stable, she will be the first to take action.
Eradicate the demonic cult."
An Jing pondered for a long time and said, "Maybe it has started now."
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said, "Are you talking about Lu Guoyong?"
The biggest reform carried out by Zhou Xianming was the establishment of a martial arts academy. This matter was top secret and targeted not only the Demon Sect but also all the major sects in the world. Once it was publicized, it would definitely cause an uproar.
Behind Zhou Xianming is the Yong'an Emperor, who is also Lu Guoyong.
An Jing and Lu Guoyong talked many times, and they had some friendship. When people reached their status and status, they could no longer be described in terms of good or bad.
Establishing a martial arts academy seems to be a good choice at present. Gathering the world's martial arts schools can provide everyone in the world with a shortcut to learn martial arts.
But if this happens, all the major sects in the world will disappear and die.
And those of them within the sect can only join the martial arts academy, which is equivalent to wearing an official coat.
Most of the people who wander around the world are unruly and unruly. They drink today and kill people tomorrow. How can they be willing to be controlled and restrained now?
An Jing frowned. If he clung to the power of the demon sect, he would eventually fight Lu Guoyong.
But is it really right to cling to the Demon Cult and not let go?
An Jing sometimes doesn't know what the right thing to do is.
"Husband."
Zhao Qingmei gently held An Jing's hand.
I still remember that when he was in Yuzhou City, An Jing was just an ordinary doctor in Jishitang. His daily life was very peaceful and he didn't need to face such great pressure now.
Although An Jing's character is very cautious, if you think about it carefully, this journey is still like being on the edge of a knife.
Is all this really what you want?
Zhao Qingmei recalled the ups and downs of this journey, and always recalled her life in Yuzhou City. At that time, her life was ordinary and uneventful. She only had three meals a day, but she lived a very happy life.
All the tastes in the world come together in one smile, no matter what the thing is, the years are trickling by and one spring is coming, just looking for the original intention.
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei made up her mind.
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei and said, "Madam, what's wrong?"
Zhao Qingmei looked at those bright eyes and said, "Brother, let's go back to Yuzhou City after this matter is over."
An Jing smiled and said: "Okay, after all the right and wrong are settled, we will leave this world."
Zhao Qingmei looked at the smile on An Jing's lips and asked, "Are you very happy?"
"Of course, I am happy every day with you."
"Brother, me too."
"..."
Zhao Qingmei leaned on An Jing's shoulder. At this moment, she recalled many people in her mind, including Jiang Renyi, Jiang Shang, Yuan Feng, Nangong Weiping, Jun Qinglin and other dead masters.
The ups and downs of these years seem like a lifetime ago.
People can't help but sigh in their hearts, things in the world are like tides and people are like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.
There are so many corpses buried in these rivers and lakes. The power is endless, and the people are endless.
The lights of swords and shadows fade away, and the grievances and grudges in the world are gone.
An Jing held Zhao Qingmei's hand and looked into the distant distance.
"Roar--!"
Suddenly, a violent roar came from a distance, followed by a shrill roar of a dragon that echoed in all directions.
"not good!"
When An Jing heard this, he raised his eyebrows and said, "This is the sound of the black dragon. There seems to be a master."
The black dragon is a master of three qi. Ordinary people would hide far away when seeing strange beasts like the black dragon. The one who can make the black dragon scream such a scream must be a top master.
Zhao Qingmei also frowned, "Go and have a look!"
The two of them were just about to leave to check, when they saw a black dragon in front of them crashing into the mountain. At the moment of impact, the rocks burst apart, and the ancient house like a paradise was instantly annihilated. Deafening sounds arose, followed by smoke rising into the sky.
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The black dragon fell in the ruins of the mountain and kept twitching and convulsing, and blood flowed from its back, dyeing the earth red, and it made a whimpering sound.
Apparently the dragon tendons on its crest have been picked out.
"Who is it!?"
A trace of anger flashed in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, and she shouted immediately.
If the black dragon's dragon tendon is broken, it is basically as good as death. Who is so cruel to break the black dragon's dragon tendon?
Moreover, everyone knows that the black dragon is An Jing's mount, so who is so brave?
An Jing's eyes were extremely cold, and with a wave of his sleeves and robe, the smoke and dust immediately dispersed.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and a lonely figure appeared on the ruins ahead. At this time, the soles of his feet were on the head of the black dragon, and a simple long knife in his hand reflected a cold light in the sun.
This is an old man with white hair, his body is as straight as a sword, and his eyes are extremely sharp.
An Jing not only knew this person, but was also very familiar with him. He had fought with this old man when he was on Bi Kong Island.
This man is Qi Xuandao, the sword god of Zhao State.
An Jing's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Qi Xuandao!?"
"it's me."
Qi Xuan said calmly: "In the past, you killed my heir. Today, I will kill you, the black dragon, as an appetizer."
There is no doubt that An Jing's real fame was in the battle in which he killed Qi Shu in the midst of Hou Jin's thousands of troops.
After that, in order to avenge this "adopted son", Qi Xuandao of Heibingtai personally went to Bikong Island to kill An Jing. However, he failed in the end. Instead, he fell into Ye Ding's trap. Not only did he not kill An Jing, but he suffered heavy losses.
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After Qi Xuandao left Bikong Island, he also appeared next to the Suolongjing in Yujing City. At that time, he was beaten to disgrace by Lu Guoyong, who shattered the Wen Palace. He almost died. Qin Shan even died in Yujing City to protect Qi Xuandao.
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It can be said that in recent years, Zhao Guo's Qi Wushuang has encountered obstacles and setbacks, and his reputation has gradually declined. His ranking among the top players in the world has plummeted.
Therefore, the Zhao State's opposition to Heibingtai became popular, and its prestige increased day by day.
Although Zhao State and Yan State won successive battles, they never made much progress, which had a huge relationship with this.
An Jing said coldly: "What a huge appetite, I'm afraid you will be starved to death."
Qi Xuan said: "Then let's see if your sword can hold me to death."
An Jing looked at Qi Xuandao in front of him. Even if the news was blocked, this place was not far from Bashan. He should also know that he had killed Zongzheng Huachun. Why did Qi Xuandao in front of him dare to come looking for him?
Could it be that Qi Xuandao also broke through the great master, or did he have other means?
Zhao Qingmei thought of something and said suspiciously: "Husband, I suspect that that person is here."
Eternal immortality!?
An Jing suddenly thought of something, and his brows furrowed even deeper.
The deeds of this immortal man are so amazing. Not only has he been active in history for thousands of years, he has also caused several events that have affected the direction of history, including the killing of several great masters.
In An Jing's heart, this eternal immortal is even more terrifying than a master like Hip Hop Buddha.
"Hahaha, little girl, we meet again."
Following a hearty laugh, a figure appeared in the distance. The figure was clearly far away, but in the blink of an eye he came to An Jing and Zhao Qingmei.
The man didn't look as old as he thought, and his smile was somewhat friendly. He was dressed in white clothes and had white hair, and even gave people a kind and gentle feeling.
But people in the world who know his identity will not feel that he is kind and gentle, and may even feel that he is extremely scary.
Because this man is the old man Shifang from Black Ice Platform, who is called the Immortal by the Emperor of the Yan Dynasty and Jin Deng. Every time he strikes, he is a peerless strongman who cuts off the vitality of the great master of the world.
It is no exaggeration to say that this person is the mastermind behind the real situation in the world.
Then the black light emitted from the book on the ground made An Jing's heart tremble.
"Tip: There is a black opportunity near the host."
Black opportunity!?
An Jing suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly touched the sword box with his palm.
Zongzheng Huachun, who was in the Grand Master realm, was beheaded by him, but the Qianqiu Immortal in front of him was actually able to put him in mortal danger, which is enough to show how amazing this Qianqiu Immortal was.
The Qianqiu Immortal Man smiled calmly and said: "It seems that the great master is dead."
The great master he spoke of was none other than Nangong Weiping.
An Jing looked at this immortal man with a cold light in his eyes, "Zongzheng Huachun is your disciple, right?"
"Yes, he is my disciple."
The Qianqiu Immortal Man took a deep breath and sighed: "In this thousand-year history, you can be considered one of my proudest disciples, but I didn't expect that he would die in your hands."
An Jing said: "It seems that you have had many favorite disciples over the past thousand years."
Qianqiu Immortal said: "There are many, as many as cow hairs, as many as drizzle, but now they have all turned into a handful of loess."
An Jing said: "Yes, one of the most amazing things in the world is when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift."
Qianqiu Immortal said: "So my heart has long been like ice that has been frozen for thousands of years, without any temperature."
An Jingtong's hole shrank violently. This is the most terrifying thing about the eternal immortal in front of him, because he has lived for thousands of years and has been used to the vicissitudes of life and changes in the world. His heart is like a real ancient well, and he will not
Make any waves.
Qianqiu Immortal looked at An Jing and said slowly: "You are the most talented person I have ever seen. It's a pity..."
Zhao Qingmei raised her eyes, and the two Yuanyang swords in her hands had fallen into her hands.
An Jing asked: "What's the pity?"
Qianqiu Immortal said: "It's a pity that I missed such a perfect piece of jade."
An Jing shook his head and said, "But I feel it's not a pity at all."
"oh?"
Qianqiu Immortal asked: "Why? Don't you want to become my teacher?"
An Jingdan said calmly: "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. This is an eternal truth. I will only die faster if I become my teacher."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Qianqiu Immortal laughed loudly when he heard An Jing's words, "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that the person who knows me best in these thousands of years is actually you."
Qianqiu Immortal was not angry, but became excited because of An Jing's words.
It is a feeling of being understood and understood.
This is a feeling that has never been felt in thousands of years.
An Jing frowned and looked at Qianqiu Immortal, and said, "I want to know how you survived to this day."
After An Jing finished speaking, Qi Xuandao also looked over. Apparently he was also very curious in his heart as to how his teacher could live for thousands of years.
Although Chenghuang's blood can increase a person's lifespan, it will be of no use if taken too much.
Moreover, Qi Xuandao knows better than anyone else that Qianqiu Immortal usually only relies on Chenghuang to heal his injuries.
Qianqiu Immortal said: "This is a secret. The secret is that you can't tell anyone, not even people who are about to die."
His tone was very calm, without any fluctuation.
An Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems you think I'm dead."
"Even if you reach the seventh realm."
Qianqiu Immortal looked at An Jing and said with a smile: "It's not like I haven't seen a swordsman in the seventh realm. The swordsman who wrote the "General Guide to the Way of the Sword" committed suicide myself. I remember that the swordsman practiced the Tiandao Sword.
, the injury he caused me was the deepest, so even if a long, long time has passed, I will always remember it in my heart."
What!?
When Zhao Qingmei heard this, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The Eternal Immortal in front of me has actually killed a swordsman in the seventh realm. You must know that there has never been a record of a swordsman in the seventh realm in history.
An Jing's heart was beating rapidly, and his eyes narrowed into slits.
This is the master who has put the most pressure on him so far.
When he faced Jiang Shang in Yuzhou City, there was still a glimmer of hope, but now facing this top master, he couldn't see anything.
The Qianqiu Immortal Man clasped his hands behind his back and said, "History is just what I want to show the world."
History is just what I want to show the world.
This was such an arrogant tone, but the three people present didn't feel anything was wrong.
An Jing pulled out the Dulu Sword, "It seems that your layout is so deep, all because of the spirit of the earth."
A cold light emerged, and Qi Xuandao felt his heart beating continuously, and subconsciously took a few steps back.
Just drawing the sword made me feel chilled, and I couldn't help but take a few steps back. What a terrifying swordsmanship this was.
Just when he was about to retreat, a scorching sword light struck, and the energy in front of him roared away and turned into rolling waves.
And Zhao Qingmei had already rushed over with two mandarin duck swords in hand, with a trace of killing intent in her eyes.
As soon as the Minghong Dao in Qi Xuandao's hand flashed, the world suddenly became icy cold, and he went straight to meet him.
Qian Qiu Bu Die said: "It rained that day, and I told myself that I must wait for this day."
The two of them stopped talking because there was no need to say any more words.
Maybe life and death will appear in the next moment.
The Dulu Sword in An Jing's hand stabbed forward, and the sharp cold light surged away.
Although it was just a simple stab, the void in front of him was shattered, and a black line followed the sky towards the Qianqiu Immortal.
quick!
This sword has used sword skills to the extreme, and the sharpness almost lifts the scalp, making people shudder.
Qianqiu Immortal frowned, the ghost swordsman's immortal sword was still on top of the heavenly swordsman.
Moreover, this sword seems to be intended to determine the winner and kill him directly.
Because once you reach this level, the more ordinary and ordinary a sword looks, the more murderous intent it contains becomes more intense and shocking.
Just like things, they often come to an abrupt end in the storm.
Life is like this sometimes.
Qianqiu Immortal almost closed his eyes. He did not look at An Jing's eyes, let alone his sword. When a master duels, he must always pay attention to every subtle movement, every look, and every expression of his opponent.
Observe carefully and make sure you don't make any mistakes.
The sword that pierced the void was suddenly avoided by Qianqiu Immortal, without even touching the corner of his clothes, and the cold light around the blade was completely dissipated by Qianqiu Immortal's surrounding energy.
This was the first sword drawn, and it was also one of the sharpest swords An Jing had ever drawn.
Qianqiu Immortal avoided this sword, and the powerful true energy rushed from all directions in an instant, almost emptying the surrounding area, and then he slapped forward with a palm.
Pass!
With this palm strike, a huge flat surface in front rippled like water waves, making a earth-shattering sound, and then fell towards Anjing like the sky and the earth were collapsing.
Qianqiu Immortal is indeed the top master of the contemporary era. The moment he strikes, the sky will fall apart and the mountains and rivers will be shattered.
This sound is three points more majestic than Zongzheng Huachun's Shifang Jue.
An Jing's expression remained indifferent, and the vast energy in his body gradually advanced layer by layer, and finally spurted out from his wrist. Then he lifted the Dulu Sword in his hand, and the powerful energy completely exploded.
The purple zhenqi in the sword blade is powerful, like a bright light suddenly appearing in the dark world.
This is the nameless way. An Jing suddenly realized the sword moves he had learned in the seventh level. He saw the sword energy in the river, and the sound was like the sound of thunder. Then the river formed a white line, moving from far to near.
But if you look carefully and taste it, it seems like a roaring avalanche pouring down from the towering snow-capped mountains. When the tide gradually approaches, like thousands of troops charging, and finally approaches completely, you will suddenly find that the tide is as high as a city wall.
An overwhelming force.
This is the power, the invincible sword power!
"boom---!"
This sword directly broke through Qianqiu Immortal's palm print, split the entire falling plane into two, and cut it neatly, and the sword light continued to rush towards the sky, as if it tore a huge hole into the sky.
Kouzi.
Both of them only made one move, but it was so shocking that it made ghosts and gods cry.
This formation was a few points more dangerous than the one against Zongzheng Huachun.
An Jing clapped his palm, and all the swords in the sword box flew out, and these swords split apart, dozens of flying swords, hundreds of flying swords, and even thousands of flying swords, and the sky was filled with sword light.
Overflowing, the entire world is filled with sharp sword energy, covering the sky and the sun, densely packed.
It is said that when swordsmanship has reached the extreme, there is a magical power called the sword of all things, which can turn wind, frost, rain, snow, fallen leaves, flying sand, and rocks into your own sword to hurt the enemy.
But this kind of swordsmanship has only appeared in legends, and no one has ever actually performed it.
At this time, An Jing's swordsmanship had reached the mystic level, and he had fully demonstrated this magical power that no one had ever practiced.
Seeing this, Qianqiu Immortal saw a flash of light in his eyes, and then the energy in his body gradually dissipated and disappeared.
Strip away the heaven and the earth!
An Jing would naturally be familiar with the magical powers being displayed by the Qianqiu Immortal at this moment, because he himself knew these magical powers, but compared to the Qianqiu Immortal in front of him, they were more than insignificant. There was almost a world of difference between the two.
The Qianqiu Immortal Man has completely stripped away this area of the world, and his aura suddenly surged, as if there is no end in sight.
I saw his palm being explored, and countless energy and true energy gathered like rain and headed towards the flying sword in front of him.
The powerful energy and flying swords exploded in the air, and there were countless sounds of gold and iron clashing. The sword energy spread in all directions, and the sea of clouds in the sky was washed away.
There is a vast starlight behind Anjing, and the seventh realm is brought into full play.
The flying swords in the sky were filled with sword aura, and their momentum surged. The real energy in front of them suddenly poured down like rain, and then the thousands of flying swords rushed toward the Qianqiu Immortal.
The ten directions of heaven and earth!
Facing the overwhelming sword energy, the Qianqiu Immortal looked as indifferent as water. Then he waved his sleeve robe forward, and black energy emerged from the sleeve robe. This energy continued to condense, forming a huge grimace.
"Roar!"
The ghost face roared angrily, and then opened its huge mouth, as if a black hole with a radius of several feet and a bottomless depth appeared. The countless sword energy was like a tired bird entering the forest, and it swallowed up all the sword energy in one go.
After the ghost face swallowed the sword energy, it did not change at all, and then continued to rush towards An Jing.
The ghost's face was ferocious and terrifying, as if it rushed up from the underworld under the Nine Netherworld. Its huge mouth opened, blocking out the sky and the sun, trying to swallow An Jing completely into his belly.
At this moment, Anjing looked so small under his grimace, like a small boat swaying in a violent storm.