The mountains and green ridges are beautiful to the eye.
Su Bei took Xiao Ruoqing through the remote mountain roads that looked very strange.
Xiao Ruoqing looked around with somewhat complicated eyes as he looked around, always looking for a master who fit the cliff in his mind.
Sudden!
Thick and rolling dark clouds were pressing in the direction of the two of them, and the clouds were as black as ink.
Immediately afterwards, an almost violent and terrifying wave of spiritual energy came from a distance.
Su Bei frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, and then said calmly to Xiao Ruoqing beside him:
"Disciple, do you remember what my master said when he first accepted you as his disciple?"
Xiao Ruoqing squinted her eyes, listening to the terrifying explosion sound coming from the distance, which seemed to be mixed with the clear and sweet sound of swords.
After thinking about it carefully, he said:
"Master once said that cultivating immortality is an extremely boring thing!"
"The most important thing is not how great my disciple is, but rather not to meddle in other people's business!"
"..."
Su Bei smiled with satisfaction, a boy can be taught!
There is definitely a terrifying existence in front of him that he cannot afford to provoke. Based on the idea of being content with what he can, he will definitely not take another step forward and will stay far away.
The sky thundered.
The terrifying air current suppressed this world.
Even though Su Bei has already entered the late stage of incarnation, he still feels depressed when facing the brutal cold spiritual energy.
Just when Su Bei was about to take Xiao Ruoqing away from here.
A very familiar face appeared not far from Subei.
It has blood-stained white hair, a pair of beautiful pupils, and somewhat pale cheeks.
The wind gently blew the woman's messy hair, and Su Bei could see her bloody red lips, which looked particularly clear amid the dazzling snow.
His hair is like snow, and his hair is like blood.
It's Shan Wulan.
Su Bei looked at the scene in front of him with some confusion. Looking at the masked man chasing after Shan Wulan, a hint of tranquility flashed through his eyes.
Instinct is telling me that I should stay far away, after all, I am very aware of my Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu!
Even Shan Wulan, who is in the middle stage of returning to the void, can't defeat him. What can he do if he goes up on his own? He will die in vain!
——This is what should have been done originally.
However, Su Bei found that his feet seemed not to obey his orders at this moment.
It seems that he saw Shan Wulan's originally gloomy eyes flickering with a glimmer of light the moment he saw her? Or was it that he had never seen her smile before, revealing a beautiful arc for the first time?
Su Bei smiled subconsciously.
I just feel like I shouldn't let her down, even though she might still be disappointed in the end.
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes were not as clear as those of Su Bei. She frowned and tugged on Su Bei, wondering why the master did not leave this place.
He raised his head subconsciously.
The night is as gentle as water.
It was just that Su Bei's eyes were crooked, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, but he didn't seem to be smiling.
Xiao Ruoqing felt her heart tremble, as if she had never seen such a master before.
Then he saw the Master gently holding the Qingping Sword at his waist with his right hand, patting his head gently with his left hand, and murmuring softly:
"My teacher is teaching you something today."
Xiao Ruoqing responded subconsciously.
"Cultivation of immortality should be calm, careful judgment, and act within one's ability."
"Anyone who breaks the rules and iron laws of the world of cultivating immortals, we call him a waste."
"...However, those who don't know how to value the people closest to them and those who belong to the same clan are not even trash."
"..."
Xiao Ruoqing's eyes widened so much that the falling snow fell on her long eyelashes, and her heart seemed to suddenly stop.
Is this what Master would say?
Are these the words spoken by this Master who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, and who will sacrifice everything for his goals?
Xiao Ruoqing bit her lower lip tightly and lowered her eyes as if they were trembling. At this moment, her entire worldview was impacted.
Master is indeed Master! But Master doesn’t seem to be Master?
Maybe when I first reincarnated, when I heard Master say this, I could ignore it or even ridicule it.
——But, now she is a little unsure, could it be...what if?
Su Bei Mosuo touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The next moment, the state of Dacheng Selflessness is instantly released!
Sonorous!
The sword buzzed.
Purple-green sword energy soared into the sky, and then a Qingping Sword, the unparalleled sword sect's most precious treasure, rose from its scabbard and crossed in front of Su Bei.
Qingping Sword comes out!
The sky, which was originally covered by thick black clouds, was instantly dyed with a layer of lavender. The dazzling moment made the heaven and earth eclipse it.
There was a hint of bitterness in the corner of Su Bei's mouth. He looked at Shan Wulan who was getting closer and closer to him and chuckled:
"Since I accepted you as my disciple, my master has never laid a hand on you."
"But today, I want to be domineering for a moment."
"..."
strength.
Su Bei has never been so eager for strength as it is today.
In the Sword Sect, he is the fifth elder who is above the others.
In the twenty-one states, because the sects of the world strictly abide by the agreement of the disaster of all races, the world is peaceful and the mortals and immortals coexist harmoniously.
This never gave me any sense of crisis. I just felt that as long as I lay down comfortably, I would be safe and sound.
But today, Su Bei suddenly realized how much he needed strength, or how much he longed for strength.
A paper tiger will always be a paper tiger.
Su Bei took a step forward, then raised his right hand and held the trembling Qingping Sword.
I am a little late-stage earthly god! This huge person has returned to the void, but even if I am just a little mantis, I still have to stand in the way for my junior sister.
Su Bei lightly touched the masked black figure.
This touch is also a sword!
A sword that belongs uniquely to the sword canon.
A few days ago, Su Bei learned the only sword in front of the Red Pavilion.
"One sword goes deep."
...
The masked man who had been chasing Shan Wulan looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he was only in the state of becoming a god, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
What kind of big shot do you think he is? Isn’t this the famous Su Bei from the Sword Sect?
What is he going to do?
Can't wait to die?
Facing the ordinary sword that Su Bei swung at him, he didn't have any precautions, and his eyes were still staring at Shan Wulan.
Su Bei felt that all the spiritual energy in his body seemed to be drained out in an instant, his limbs were dry and withered, and his whole body seemed to be crumbling.
There is no mighty sword energy, nor any strange phenomena of heaven and earth!
Just like a child, pointing to the sky casually!
Xiao Ruoqing looked at the scene in front of her blankly, as if she had something in her heart, and she was always confused by the fact that the second sword that had not shaken in her heart for a long time seemed to have a clear intention.
However, the next scene is like a wonder on earth!
A cross-sky line composed purely of sword energy appeared three feet above and diagonally in front of the masked man.
His flying figure was instantly intercepted, and when the two touched each other, the sword energy surged and circulated crazily, but it was not mixed with any spiritual energy!
And the next moment!
The masked man's eyes widened, and he watched with horror as his body was shattered instantly!
That sword energy seemed to be compressed, mixed with nearly a hundred times the spiritual energy!
"No!"
"impossible!!"
The world is lonely.
After a moment of calm, there was a roar.
A dark crack appeared on the sky, spanning from east to west, and the sky became shaky in front of this sword.
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
On the ground were the remains of the masked man's severed fingers.
Su Bei watched the scene in front of him quietly, and then struggled to lift the Qingping Sword that he could hardly lift anymore.
The sword light was still reflecting the bright light, and it was not stained with a trace of blood.
A hundred times stronger sword, so terrifying?
Shan Wulan's eyes trembled, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he felt that there was no trace of spiritual energy in his body.
He instantly fell into Su Bei's arms.
...
Hidden in the dark, a beggar-like old man watched this scene quietly.
Behind him was the pale corpse of the masked man without a trace of blood.
He stared at Su Beizai carefully for a while, then murmured to himself with a complex expression:
"Practice Jianyi to the extreme."
"Can you actually make a late-stage god transform a hundred times more powerful?"
"The Qingping Sword is not unjust when it is pulled out."
"..."
Then he shook his head and compared the silver sign found on the masked man with the gold sign in his hand.