In the Qi Family Courtyard, inside the vermilion gate, the sound of swords rose up. There was no preparation or momentum. Thirteen sharp rays shot into the sky, tearing the air apart and turning into thirteen thick pillars of vacuum air, breaking into the sky.
In the corner of Dragon City, dozens of sky clouds shattered, leading the rising sun like fire. It was like the divine light from heaven descending on the earth, shining into the Qijia courtyard, condensing on thirteen long knives of different shapes, with crystal sharp edges.
The essence, intertwined and entangled, seems to have formed a terrifying red gold sky net, covering the seemingly ordinary young figure in front.
"That's... the Qi family's ancestral home!"
"The terrifying thirteen sword movements, could it be..."
"The thirteenth Taibao of the Qi family!"
In Dragon City, almost instantly, countless strong swordsmen were alarmed, especially in several places, there was a faint revival of Qi. Even ordinary professional swordsmen noticed something strange at this time.
This kind of momentum is so amazing. Although they are not sword saints, the swords of the thirteen top sword masters are all out, and their destructive power is no less than that of the heavy weapons legions in an army, especially the spiritual oppression contained in them, which has a great impact on living beings.
Its destructive power is far beyond comparable to that of many heavy weapons except nuclear weapons.
"Who ignores the "Sword Master's Forbidden Agreement" and fights in Dragon City?"
"Call the police, call the police quickly, this is a provocation to public safety!"
Some professional swordsmen couldn't understand it clearly and shouted angrily. Some people looked on coldly. Many aristocratic families in Dragon City were intertwined. There were only a few young sword masters who dared to take action in Dragon City. They either had some ideas or simply had no idea.
I don't care, and neither the former nor the latter can be shaken or offended by little people like them.
The ancestral home of the Qi family.
Qi Yunfei was frightened for a while. Even though these days of hard work have made her have a state of mind far beyond that of her peers, what she saw in front of her was still far beyond her psychological endurance.
She couldn't help but follow the figure in the coarse white robe in front of her. Thirteen astonishing blades intertwined, and the air was cut to pieces. It was dense, like a spider web, and like a terrifying cosmic wormhole.
To swallow up all the light and heat in front of you.
Yes, she is blind.
In front of such a sharp blade, she had no ability to observe, and her vision was forcibly deprived. The only thing left was the calm and steady footsteps in front of her, neither fast nor slow, but like an ancient sky lantern.
The distant bitter cold years have come, illuminating the road ahead and igniting the thorns.
There was no sword drawn, no movement. The young man in the coarse white robe just moved forward. His seemingly calm steps seemed to be like a sharp edge falling from the sky. The thirteen people in Qi Mu Peak suddenly felt a stabbing force coming from the depths of their souls.
The pain intensified as the figure approached, and the majesty of the sword that was so familiar to Qi Mufeng and unbearable came again.
Like a sky-sword hanging from the top, the world-collapsing edge, like the power of a mighty divine sun, climbed to the top in an instant, tearing apart the sky-net of the sword in an instant. The spiritual will of the thirteen people was like a candle in a hurricane.
The fire was hit hard almost instantly.
puff!
Before any move could be made, the thirteen people opened their mouths and vomited a stream of blood at the same time, staggered backwards, and even fell to the ground.
Everyone showed a look of horror, including Qi Mufeng. Even if they overestimated enough, in the end, they still greatly underestimated the majesty of a sword saint. How can such a being be despised because of his age? They are still pampered.
Over the years, the reputation has lost its edge and judgment.
No! Wrong!
Several Taibao exchanged glances with each other. As top sword masters, they had asked their old patriarch for help many times. Even though the old patriarch had reservations, they already knew the power of the Sword Saint, and now they were defeated miserably.
The slightest chance of fighting back is more than just two words of miscalculation that can seal the deal.
An ominous premonition grew uncontrollably in my heart.
"not good!"
Qi Mufeng's eyes widened and he looked deep into the courtyard.
…
he came!
In the back house of the Qi family, Xue Qinghua's pupils shrank suddenly, and the figure in a coarse white robe came from far and near, as if it had arrived from ancient time and space, or like the vast scorching sun rolling in.
For a moment, Xue Qinghua had a trace of hesitation. Whether his previous decision was really perfect, and whether the path he chose could lead directly to the top. The road of swordsmanship has no limit, but life has limit. Many times,
There is no room for her to retreat, and no room for her to regret.
The moon-white dress stirred, and a golden knife handle was spit out from Xue Qinghua's slender fingers. She held the handle of the knife with one hand, and all the hesitations and questions in her heart were chopped to pieces.
Clang!
A sword light suddenly appeared, like a divine river flowing on the sun, stretching across the air. The intense light and heat bloomed, washing away the heaven and earth and burning the inside of the universe.
The overbearing sword power vaguely reflected a magnificent city. The city was winding and somewhat hazy, like an ancient dragon entrenched, sitting and lying on the earth.
Dragon City!
Su Qinian's eyes moved slightly. This woman incorporated the marks of Longcheng's years into the sword's power, and wanted to integrate it into her own sword. This domineering state of mind, placed on the black and yellow land, is the appearance of an emperor. Unfortunately, here
In the world of swordsmanship, thoughts are broad and science and technology are derived. With such a state of mind, in addition to blessing the swordsmanship, there is only domineering and authoritarianism, which cannot be disobeyed.
Buzz!
However, the sword did not cut down, as if it encountered an invisible barrier. Xue Qinghua's eyes were cold, her long skirt was turbulent, and the golden sword blade pierced again several times.
Not moving at all!
The invisible barrier still exists, like a world wall that separates the two worlds. No matter how hard Xue Qinghua tries his best, he cannot shake it.
"Impossible! Who the hell are you!"
At this moment, Xue Qinghua finally changed her color. She shouted fiercely. Although she had not yet completed her transformation and had not yet completed her journey to become a Sword Saint, the sword she struck just now was far beyond that of a top sword master. Even an ordinary Sword Saint who had just entered the Tao could not do it in one go.
Accept it calmly.
"Your knife is wrong."
Su Qinian lowered his gaze, shook his head, and said, "The way of the sword is righteous and bright. It is not only will that can last forever. A sword like yours cannot sharpen my way."
"What did you say!"
Xue Qinghua's eyes were very cold. The other party actually questioned her sword skills and never took it seriously. Even if she was not a sword saint, she was only half a step away. As long as she saved up for another year and a half, she could reach the holy realm and transform into a sword master.
, even the Sword Saint is not qualified to comment on her path like this.
boom!
The next moment, a majestic sharp edge shook. Xue Qinghua took off his long sword and stepped aside involuntarily. The figure in the coarse white robe no longer looked at her, but looked at the mountain behind.
A long sigh resounded over the Qi family compound. At some point, an ordinary-looking old man wearing a gray robe and gray eyebrows appeared in front, with a rusty mouth hanging seemingly casually on his waist.
With the hatchet, I lightly wiped the water stains on the cloth twice with both hands and flicked off a few bamboo shoots, as if I was an old farmer who had just stopped working. (At the end of 19 and early 20, two major events, the certificate and the wedding were completed, and the following
In a few months or a year, Shibu will calm down and complete Wushen. In addition, I pray that book friends in Hubei can survive the difficulties safely, and that all brothers and sisters in Wumeng will be healthy and have a happy new year.)