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Shouyuan disappeared for nearly five years.
This was the result of Su Qinian's efforts to cut it off, otherwise the devouring power from the void would probably have taken another ten years of his life to stop.
Su Qinian took a deep breath. Although the road to overcoming the catastrophe had a direction, it seemed that it was not that simple. What kind of existence was it that intercepted the life essence from nothingness? Even if he used the dragon soul to penetrate the illusion, it would be difficult to see it.
The reality seems to not exist in this time and space, which is really unbelievable to the extreme.
After gathering his thoughts, Su Qinian took one step and fell into the cave world.
After a stick of incense.
Shudao, Guangyuan Prefecture, Jiange County.
For people in the martial arts circles of the Han Dynasty, Jiange County can be called a magical place for martial arts.
Between the Big and Small Sword Mountains, there are seventy miles of plank roads like swords. It is called the Sword Pavilion. It is the best place in the world to learn swords.
There are even rumors that the sword pavilion between the Big and Small Sword Mountains is the sword master of Shu Mountain. He cut out many people from the top of Shu Mountain with a sword across several states. Among those who were killed at the same time, there was also a lurking into the hinterland of the Han Dynasty.
The Demon Emperor was later captured and imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower.
After that, there was only one Sword Mountain, which was divided into two by one sword. The Seventy-mile Sword Pavilion between the two mountains became a world-famous place for sword mastery. Some strange creatures were even born in it, which is Shu Mountain.
As a disciple, many disciples come here every year to gain experience and even look for opportunities.
The morning sun rises.
About thirty miles away from the two sword mountains, the air was slightly rippled, and Su Qinian's figure emerged from the virtual reality.
As he thought, his long snow-white hair rippled in the wind. Su Qinian was walking on the mountain road. After a while, he saw twos and threes of martial arts people, most of them carrying weapons on their backs, and most of them were swordsmen.
The sword style of Shu Dao is extremely popular, and the sword-controlling skills of Shushan are famous all over the world, reaching as high as Qingming and as low as Jiuyou. Many young people have fantasized about worshiping under the gate of Shushan since childhood, learning the art of sword-controlling, and going in and out of Qingming.
"Hey, another little Wudang fairy?"
“It’s really ridiculous that young people follow the trend of their parents because of their physical appearance.”
Seeing Su Qinian from a distance, some people in the world were startled at first, and then expressed regret. On the way to Jiange, they had seen dozens of young people dressed like this. Most of them were superficial and were
As soon as a person is tested, the secret will be exposed, leaving only a joke.
Therefore, after seeing Su Qinian again, they only had contempt and ridicule in their hearts. In their opinion, the behavior of these young people was really like children, ridiculous and overconfident.
A strange color appeared in his eyes. With Su Qin's current spiritual level, he could guess everything from a single glance to the details.
Of course, with the power of the soul-destroying technique, one can naturally subdue their spirits and intercept the memories of these ordinary martial arts people. But for Su Qinian, unless he is a life-or-death enemy, he will never easily explore other people's minds. After practicing so far,
He can be compared to top spiritual figures, but he still maintains the most basic respect for ordinary people.
This is the principle by which he conducts himself in the world. Adhering to a bright mind, he does not seek to save the world from suffering, but seeks to have a clear conscience.
Shaking his head slightly, he didn't care about the thoughts of these people in the world. At his current level of cultivation, his majesty no longer needed to be supported by pure force, but had gradually reached a state where God could understand it.
Su Qinian walked with his hands behind his back, his steps were neither fast nor slow, and his whole body's vitality was not obvious. To those people in the world, it looked like he was putting on a show, and his steps were superficial. He was afraid that he had not even mastered the foundation building skills.
There are so many layers, I really don’t know the depth of the rivers and lakes, and thousands of corpses are buried. Every year, there are too many people buried without names.
The only thing that impressed these people in the world was Su Qinian's temperament. Although it was not as rich as jade, it was similar. Although he did not have a strong cultivation aura, his white hair was as white as snow.
It looks very natural, and even the atmosphere of vicissitudes of time that envelopes it seems to be real, adding a bit of strange attraction.
"Good skin, but it's a pity that I don't know how to make progress."
"If you want to join in the fun at Jiange, if you don't have a few brushes, it will be a waste of time."
Several people in the world shook their heads and left quickly. This year is the thirty-sixth year of the sword pavilion, and there are rumors that another sword spirit is about to take shape and be born.
Sword Spirit!
Su Qinian's eyes wandered. Jiange was pregnant with a sword spirit. This was a grand event known to the world. The reason why he had set a date with the Yifeng elder for the next half month was because he had planned to go to Jiange first.
Although there are not many psychic magic weapons in the world, there are also quite a few. However, it is extremely difficult to get a magic weapon to follow. Except for the first-generation weapon master, the magic soldiers have spirits and are often unwilling to follow others again, even if they are
It is difficult for a top soul figure to make a group of divine soldiers surrender easily.
The sword spirit is a spiritual spirit formed from the innate sword intent bred in the sword pavilion. As long as you can withstand the raging sword intent in the sword pavilion, you can obtain this sword spirit. As long as you find a high-level traceless sword, you can make the sword
Once the spirit enters, you will immediately get a psychic sword that will last until death.
Even though Shushan is known as the Holy Land of Swordsmanship, the preciousness of a sword spirit is enough to make top soul figures tempted.
But it is a pity that for the top soul figures, the sword pavilion is like a burial place. The remaining sword power on the seventy-mile plank road has a unique response to the soul. Once a soul figure enters, he will surely suffer the most ruthless strangulation.
This is recorded in the history of martial arts. Once a Shushan sword king entered the sword spirit on the day it was born. Even though he had passed through the ninth level of thunder tribulation and his soul was immortal, he still could not withstand a sword intention. If it hadn't been for that
If a Shushan Sword Master takes action, he will most likely die.
At this point, the sword pavilion has become a forbidden area for the soul, and at most it can only accommodate the existence of the first-class Hunyuan realm.
This also gives all swordsmen in the martial arts world a great opportunity and great fortune. Even those who are in the third-rate Open Heaven Realm and have just established their foundations may be recognized by the sword spirit. Although the chance is very slim, over thousands of years
, it still happens occasionally, whether it can be saved is another question.
According to legend, the psychic holy sword Everlasting Hatred was forged from a sword spirit. The innate sword spirit has infinite possibilities.
Of course, not every thirty-six years, a sword spirit will be born. Sometimes, people's fate is shallow, and the sword spirit born that year will escape into the depths of the sword pavilion and never be born again.
Regardless of the cause, breaking into the Demon Locking Tower at night is no small matter. Sneaking into the forbidden area of a large country-controlled sect, even if he is directly killed on the spot, his Qingyang Peak lineage can't say anything.
And if we talk about what has the greatest allure to Shushan, there is no doubt that it is the sword spirit from the Sword Pavilion.
This is the ultimate that Su Qinian can achieve. It is the style of the sect to be courteous first and then to fight. His Qingyang Peak lineage has a long heritage and cannot lose its reputation in his hands.
Qingyu.
There was thought in Su Qinian's eyes. He must not know where the Demon Locking Tower is. Even if he knew it, he would forcefully sneak in. If there was no reason for this, Su Qinian would never believe it. Thinking about it before, his return
In Qingyang Palace, the right arm is empty. Who cut off his arm? Now it seems that the story behind it is probably intriguing.
Less than half an hour later.
A few miles away, Su Qinian saw two ancient sword-like mountains, one large and one small.
Between the two ancient mountains, the cliffs are straight and a long plank road extends into the distance.
That is the Sword Pavilion, the portal of the Sword Pavilion, also called the Sword Gate. It is said that in front of the Sword Gate, the soul cannot cross. For top figures, the Sword Gate is the ghost gate. Stepping into the Sword Gate and entering the sword pavilion is like entering the ghost gate.
At this time, although the morning sun had just risen, thousands of people had already gathered in front of Jianmen.
Thousands of martial arts people, from various states in the Han Dynasty, many martial arts sects, aristocratic families, and even a lot of casual cultivators, are all here for the sword spirit that is about to be born in the sword pavilion.
The temptation of a psychic magic weapon is so great, especially for people in the martial arts world, it is enough to make them fight for it, regardless of life or death.
It is a powerful weapon that is enough to suppress a top sect and a noble family. It is supported by the method of raising soldiers. Once it comes to the critical moment of life and death, the blood sacrifice of the divine weapon will burst out with world-shaking power.
etc!
The next moment, he glanced around, and even with Su Qinian's state of mind, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch slightly, because in front of the sword gate, he actually saw more than a dozen figures, all wearing pure white purple ribbon Taoist robes, with white hair like snow, and more than a dozen figures.
He is a young man who looks calm and indifferent, but the curiosity and excitement sometimes revealed in the depths of his pupils still reveal his unconventional state of mind.
"Hey, here comes another one!"
"There are so many Wudang deities, is this a gathering of deities? Hahahaha..."
"But I do have a certain temperament, but I'm afraid that if I'm just pretending, I'll give in when it comes to real swordsmanship."
Many people in the world noticed Su Qinian and started laughing and chatting about him. But the white hair was so eye-catching that it was hard for others not to notice.
He was quite speechless, but Su Qinian would not get angry with these people. He walked towards the Jianmen. People came in and out of the Jianmen from time to time. Those who went in were full of energy and confidence, but most of those who came out were
He was depressed, his body was in tatters, and he was covered in bloody sword marks.
There are many experts.
A few miles before arriving at the Sword Gate, Su Qinian gradually noticed that some people with advanced cultivation were all masters of the first-class Hunyuan realm. Among the thousands of people here, there were actually some who had entered the first-class Hunyuan realm.
Nearly two hundred people.
Su Qinian understood in his heart that it was difficult to overcome the soul of the sword pavilion. Under the soul, the first-class Hunyuan realm became the most important force in the fight for the sword spirit.
Without walking into the Sword Gate immediately, Su Qinian stopped at the foot of the cliff dozens of feet away from the Sword Gate. His spiritual will silently spread out of his body. There were two sword mountains, one large and one small. As soon as the spiritual will approached,
I felt a hidden deep edge. The sharpness of that edge had accumulated over countless years. Even though the edge of the sword was as sharp as the spirit, Su Qinian's spirit and will also contained the edge, and I felt extremely palpitated.
He had a feeling that if he forced his way into the sword gate with his spiritual will, he would probably suffer the most severe sword attack. What would be the result? It would probably be a catastrophe.
"Brother, are you also an admirer of little gods?"
Suddenly, Su Qinian's eyes became a little strange. He looked around him, and a white-haired young man who was closest to him came to his side. He seemed to be seeing a close friend, but at the same time he was afraid of destroying the temperament he had worked so hard to imitate.
He was smiling, but his expression remained unchanged, and the skin on his face could not help but tremble slightly.
"That's right."
Su Qinian showed a look of helplessness. The young man in front of him seemed to be two or three years older than him. He was about the age of a weak man. He seemed to have just established a foundation and entered the third-rate Open Heaven Realm. His internal energy was still a bit empty.
, obviously not yet stable.
With such a level of cultivation, the thought of coming to this sword pavilion to meet the sword spirit is either too ambitious or there are elders here. After all, at such an age, it is difficult for ordinary second-rate martial arts sects and aristocratic families to cultivate them.
Only first-class sects and aristocratic families have such a foundation.
Sure enough, as Su Qinian thought, he noticed an old man a hundred feet away, with gray hair and a coarse white robe. His eyes sometimes glanced here, sometimes blowing his beard and staring. He was obviously very angry with the attire of the man next to him.
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Although he is now famous all over the world, especially for challenging dragons and tigers all over the world by the Wei River, breaking into the first-class Hunyuan realm, and after cultivating the Hunyuan ancestral fetus, he has also gained a huge reputation throughout the Han Dynasty. As long as he is a younger generation, I am afraid that
There are few people who do not know his life and experiences.
But as an elder, it is obvious that he does not want his disciples or younger generations to blindly follow him. A second person may not be able to follow the same path, and different experiences may not necessarily lead to his own invincible path.
It's a pity that not many of the younger generation understand this truth. Most of those who really understand it have become young heroes on the Dragon and Tiger List, or even young taboos.
"Brother, we are indeed of the same kind. I came here today because I am afraid that I want to try my luck. In fact, we, the younger generation, have nothing to be afraid of. If I gain my luck, if I lose my life, there is no such thing as anything in this world.
What are the absolutes? Perhaps today is the day of change for you and me. The sword spirit can acquire it and become a psychic sword."
The white-haired young man smiled and said: "As long as the sword spirit is recognized, unless the master of the sword spirit voluntarily sacrifices it, even if the sword spirit is captured, the sword spirit will fly away, and the soul cannot stop it.
Using a psychic divine sword and becoming the master of the first generation of divine swords is an event worthy of being remembered in the history of martial arts."
Su Qinian captured the repressed excitement in the young man's eyes and was quite speechless. Perhaps what he really wanted was to leave his name in the history of martial arts.
"Huh? That kid came out again! He really doesn't want to give up."
Suddenly, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows. Su Qinian's eyes moved and looked towards the sword gate. He saw a young man who looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. His black hair was messy and he was wearing a tattered gray robe with swords all over it.
He was covered in blood, his torn robes were stuck to his body, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
The young man staggered out of the sword gate and fell to the ground less than ten feet away. He gasped for breath and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he had been stabbed in the gut by the sharp edge.
But he quickly took out a sapphire bottle with a lot of impurities from his pocket, poured some pungent gold sore medicine from it, and applied it on his body. The blood barely stopped, but it continued to flow at the slightest movement.
Struggling to get up, the young man was about to enter the sword gate again.
"Why bother? I don't want my life!"
"The deeper you go into the sword pavilion, the sharper the sword will become. If you don't act according to your ability, you will only lose your life."
"Although the sword spirit is good, he still has to endure his fate. This boy is really persistent. It's a pity that if it weren't for his poor bones and complex constitution, he would be a good young boy, especially for swordsmanship practitioners. Such a temperament is very valuable."
Around the Jianmen, some martial arts people, especially the elders, lamented that sometimes the compatibility of temperament and martial arts is more important than the talent and physique. Unfortunately, this young man's qualifications are so bad that he may not even be able to build the foundation to open the sky.
There is almost no hope, it is hard to violate destiny.
Yes, this young man who seems to be quite obsessed doesn't even have the third-rate foundation-building skills. He even has ordinary energy and blood in his body, and he doesn't even have the strength of half a fierce horse.
What a courage!
Su Qinian, for example, was quite impressed in his heart. Generally speaking, if you want to enter the sword pavilion, you must at least have the foundation to open the sky, and then you can barely escape. If you don't build the foundation, you may not even have the outermost layer.
He couldn't withstand the sharpness of the sword and was in danger of death. However, it seemed that this young man had been in and out many times and had been through life and death several times, and his expression remained unchanged. His courage was not ordinary.
Su Qinian also saw that the young man's physique was quite poor and his bones were rough. If it were an ordinary method, not to mention building a foundation to open the sky, it would be to practice the "Benma Jin" popularized by the Han Dynasty to the seventh level, like a fierce horse.
There is not much possibility even if it is not possible.
"Little brother, what are you doing?"
At this time, a passing middle-aged man in brocade robes stopped and placed a hand on his shoulder. With a clanging sound, wisps of sharp edges shot out from the many scars on the young man's body, tearing the air and covering his entire body.
The soil and mud on the ground pierced sword holes that were several inches deep.
"What a great Mu Yuan sword!"
"The sword master Mu Yuan is benevolent and a master of medicine."
There were shouts of admiration from all directions, and the middle-aged man in brocade robes who took action was an expert on the Hunyuan Ranking, ranking ninth. He was known as the Muyuan Sword Master in the world, and he was a Hunyuan realm master who had truly understood the origin of swordsmanship.
Sword Master Mu Yuan comes from Mu Yuan Pavilion of Shu Dao, which is a top sect. He is also a master of alchemy. There are few people in Mu Yuan Pavilion who are famous for their medical skills and alchemy.
Su Qinian also nodded slightly, and used the force of his sword to force out the edge of the sword in an ordinary martial arts practitioner who had not yet established his foundation, without damaging his weak body. Whether it was the understanding of the sword or the control of mental power,
They are all second to none, at least in the first-class Hunyuan Realm, this is the first time Su Qinian has seen them.
"This is the second son of an elder from Mount Shushan..."
There was a sound, but it quickly became quieter. It obviously involved some people and things, and it was not suitable to be widely publicized, especially in front of the sword gate.
But how could he escape the eyes and ears of Su Qinian? When he looked at the young man who was clenching his fists, a strange color flashed in his eyes. He turned out to be the second son of the elder Yifeng. Unfortunately, the Shushan sect rules, even if
He is the son of an elder, and if his talent and physique are not good enough, he cannot be included in the gate wall of Shushan Mountain.
However, if you can get the sword spirit...
Su Qinian sighed in his heart. He was another stubborn young man. Once upon a time, he was just as stubborn. He was able to reach this stage. Sometimes he thought that even he felt a little incredible.
However, the fate of the world is really difficult to explain clearly. There are many causes and conditions, and approaching the edge of life and death is not just as simple as fate.
If fate can control everything, then what else does life in this world need to practice martial arts? That's why man can conquer heaven.
This is a kind of belief, not just some people who talk nonsense and sometimes go against the will of heaven, and always want to go against heaven. This is people's pursuit of the brilliance of life, the control of their own destiny, and the persistence of all good things.
"I'm going!"
The young man gritted his teeth, took a step back, and bowed to Master Mu Yuan. His tone was firm and somewhat unrepentant, and then he took another step and entered the Jianmen Pass without looking back.
Shaking his head, Sword Master Mu Yuan sighed, but did not stop him, and then raised his feet and stepped into the sword gate.
"The Pucheng Arhat of Dizang Temple in the Snowy Mountains!"
"It's actually the Lihuo Swordsman from Nanli Sword Sect in Lishui Prefecture, Yanggui Road!"
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Since then, some first-class Hunyuan Realm big names have appeared one after another, many of them on the Hunyuan Ranking. It is obvious that the sword spirits in the sword pavilion have unimaginable allure for strong swordsmen.
There are no restrictions here in Shu Mountain. If someone is willing to sacrifice his sword spirit, he can become an elder of Shu Mountain. Although he has no real power in the mountain, he has many other benefits. Perhaps not as much as a sword spirit, but it is enough to make up for most of it.
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"The Shushan disciples have arrived!"
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, looking up at the sky, Su Qinian also looked at the sky, and saw several sword lights in the sky, coming from afar, the sky clouds were torn apart, leaving a pale sword.
mark.
Immediately, the sword light flashed, and a group of dozens of people appeared. They were several large swords wider than the door panels, commanded by several Shushan elders, and nearly thirty Shushan disciples stood on them.
"Sheath!"
Then, with a slight scolding from several Shushan elders, the swords shrank back into their slender blades and fell into the scabbards behind them.
"Elder!"
Shushan disciples had been waiting here for a long time. At this time, they came forward to pay homage and informed him of the many changes in the Jiange, as well as the arrival of powerful and famous masters from all over the world.
"Why don't you stop that loser!"
An elder from Shushan showed an unswerving look and said: "Shushan's reputation cannot be compromised. This son is here. Doesn't it mean that Shushan is intolerant of others? He is stubborn and does not want to accept the idle position for the rest of his life. He still comes here to mess around. This is
Do you want fellow Jianghu people to see my Shushan joke? Go and capture him!"
"Yes! Elder!"
A group of Shushan disciples responded, and one of the young Taoist priests glanced across the Jianmen Pass with a somewhat suspicious look. He felt vaguely familiar just now. It seemed that in the crowd, he was quite familiar with him, but also a little strange.
His eyes were fixed on him, but when he looked for it, he couldn't find anything.
"Dongpover!"
"Disciple is here!" The young Taoist priest retracted his gaze and said respectfully.
"You lead the junior brothers and sisters into the sword pavilion first. Don't stick to one place and split up. Although the inside of the sword pavilion is dangerous, as long as you don't insist on going deep, there won't be much trouble."
"Yes, elder!"
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"Brother, Brother Yu, take the first step. Remember to be careful and act according to your ability."
At this time, the white-haired young man beside Su Qinian turned his head and said, he was startled, there was no sign of that young man anywhere.
As soon as he stepped inside, Su Qinian felt the ubiquitous sharpness in the air.
The sword pavilion is steep and straight to the sky. Even if you keep your feet firmly on the ground, you can still feel a kind of needle-pricking sensation coming from the soles of your feet.
The plank road is very wide, up to a hundred feet long, and the rocks are rugged, all like knives, with sharp edges and corners, as if they can pierce the sky.
The vegetation here is also very sparse. The only things that can grow in such a sharp air are some very sharp-looking things. There are old vines, thorns, and strange and fragrant flowers growing on flower stems covered with spikes.
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Su Qinian looked into the distance. The deeper into the sword pavilion, the blurry it became. The air seemed to be gradually filled with a layer of mist. It was very pale, but it was not like water droplets, but like tiny ice flakes.
Seems very fierce.
The edge of swordsmanship!
Su Qinian took a deep breath. This sword pavilion was indeed the Holy Land for Sword Enlightenment. The edge of the sword had actually turned into a physical existence. It could be found in every plant and tree in the plank road, and even in the mist among the rocks.
Walking in the sword pavilion, even Su Qinian, who had studied the art of swords, had a vague understanding, which can be said to be an analogy.
He could not walk more than a hundred feet. When Su Qinian was observing the sword-shaped grass in a remote corner, he saw a familiar figure. He was not the second son of the elder from the first peak of Shu Mountain.
Although it is only a hundred feet away, the sharpness in the air here is enough to cut the flesh. With this young man's cultivation that has not yet established a foundation, his Qi and blood are weak, and it is difficult to even form a field. Although the skin has been condensed, how is it possible?
It was able to block the sharp edge of the sword and cut every moment. At this time, blood spattered from time to time, leaving bloody sword marks again on the already ragged gray robe.
I saw sword marks of different shades of blood intertwined, looking extremely ferocious and desolate, but the young man gritted his teeth, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he had no intention of turning around and retreating.
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. The stubbornness of this young man was beyond his imagination. If he continued to burn incense like this, his blood and energy would dry up. At that time, such skin and flesh injuries would turn into internal injuries and lead to death.
call out!
Suddenly, a sword light suddenly appeared without any warning, and it arrived in front of the young man in an instant.
The young man did not expect the sudden change. His pupils shrank violently and he wanted to avoid it. However, when the thought came out, his body had no time to react. He saw the sword light approaching, and even the faint edge of the sword tip.
, causing his body to tingle, as if it was going to penetrate into his bones.
At the moment of life and death, many images appeared in his eyes. He saw his father turning around, his eldest brother's compassionate eyes, and his mother entrusting him to a woodcutter at the foot of Shu Mountain to take him up the mountain one day before her death.
His father treated him well, and his eldest brother and stepmother also treated him well, but what he couldn't bear the most was the pitying eyes one after another. He knew clearly that his mother had never been able to climb Shushan Mountain because she could not practice martial arts.
However, people who are not Shushan disciples, even relatives, cannot stay in the mountain.
He was not willing to give in, no matter his weak constitution. There is no such thing as changing one's destiny against the will of heaven. Although he understood that in the history of martial arts, there were only a few records of those who were able to achieve it, and those who failed to achieve it were annihilated in the long river of history.
I don’t know how many.
Even so, so what, if he doesn't fight, nothing will change. What he fights for is just one life, so what's the point of losing it?
Between the lightning and flint, many pictures appeared in front of his eyes. He saw the tip of the sword magnified in front of his eyes. It was Shushan's sword control technique.
His body could not move. Locked in the true meaning of sword control, his thoughts slowed down. Coupled with excessive blood loss, his consciousness began to blur, and everything in front of him began to become hazy.
Until after a few breaths.
His thoughts gradually relaxed, his consciousness regained some clarity, and he never felt the sting of the sword's edge, and even the sharp energy that hit his face seemed to disappear.
As soon as his eyes moved, he saw a figure in a pure white and purple-striped Taoist robe. It was a young man with lightly dancing white hair. He held an index finger across an inch in front of him.
He touched the tip of his finger, as if it was not an index finger, but a divine wall, separating heaven and earth.
Wudang little fairy?
The young man was startled, a little stunned. There have been too many impersonations and imitations these days. The one in front of him seemed to have extraordinary skills. Judging from his temperament, he also looked a bit like a young master from which sect or family.
The skill of holding a sword with bare hands, this kind of vision and physical strength are definitely not something that ordinary people can cultivate.
Buzz!
It was a long sword that looked as red as fire. With a slight shock at this moment, it shot out backwards at extremely high speed. Before the sword hit, it retreated. The master of this sword was really decisive in killing.
But no matter how decisive the killing was, how could he escape from Su Qinian's palm if he had not even mastered the art of sword control.
He raised his hand, grabbed it in the air, and the sword light reflected backwards suddenly froze in mid-air, and then the sword light flashed and fell into the palm of his hand. (Please give me a monthly recommendation, Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu!
There is still a thousand words left before midnight, I will make up for it tomorrow.) (To be continued.)