Chapter 37 This script is not right (seeking to read!)
At this moment, the red clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed by the powerful momentum that penetrated the blue clouds!
moment!
Countless spiritual energy soared into the sky, bringing with it endless tyrannical sword intent!
The sword buzzed.
The entire Bujian Peak was enveloped by a sword force that was as high as the world.
Su Bei turned his back to everyone in the Sword Sect.
At this moment, everyone could feel the sword in their hands trembling.
Humming, trembling, excited...
Immediately afterwards.
After a sword flew out from the hand of a Sword Sect disciple.
--moment!
Sword after sword, densely hovering over Bujian Peak!
Sonorous!
All the Sword Sect disciples held their breaths and looked at this scene in shock, looking at Su Bei standing in front of the exploded stone tablet.
Thousands of swords are hovering in the sky above Bujian Peak, and the sword points point all the way to northern Jiangsu.
Su Bei was carrying everyone on his back, and just standing there gave people the feeling of towering over the world and holding up the sky.
Everything was completely silent, and the chirping of birds had disappeared without knowing when.
After the stone monument exploded, the entire Bujian Peak felt a sense of silence and depression.
It was a rusty, rustic iron sword.
Just stick it on the ground.
——It was exposed in front of everyone because of the explosion of the stone tablet.
The wind was blowing, and it was very cold. It made the dead branches and trees that were burned by the fire squeak all around.
The Jianzong people present could feel the slightest hint of chill permeating into their bodies along the wind.
The cold wind howled, leaving only the majestic back of Su Bei standing in the sky.
There was no sound, and the whole world seemed to be trembling.
Wenren Pingxin stared blankly at the rusty iron sword and the traces on it. The two proud snow-white jade bowls in front of the bear were even more trembling at this moment.
Incomparable.
The cold wind blew, and the flames of Bujian Peak were extinguished instantly.
Wenren Pingxin's voice was hoarse, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, his body trembling, and he said softly:
"The Sword Sect's most precious treasure... Qingping Sword!"
Qingping Sword!!
hiss!!
As soon as Wenren Pingxin finished speaking, everyone's eyes widened and they looked at the rusty iron sword with heavy breathing!
Looking at the Qingping Sword that carries the sword sect’s loneliness, sorrow, and desolation for thousands of years!
Xi Qingyi trembled all over, a coldness suddenly surged through her body, and she looked at everything in front of her with a pale face.
Su Bei... actually got the Qingping Sword out!
There was silence.
Then it boiled over instantly!
The shouts and roars of the entire Bujian Peak instantly filled the entire Sword Sect!
"Ouch!"
"Qingping Sword!!"
"So scary!"
"The most precious treasure of the Sword Sect! Once I have the Qingping Sword of the Sword Sect in my hand, the twenty-one states will be forever transcendent!"
"God's will! God's will!"
"I knew it! I knew the fifth elder would never burn a grave for no reason! This..."
"Ha! How can the fifth elder who can say that "everything in the world can only be accomplished by a sword" reach such a state that you ordinary people can understand?"
"You're a blind thing! It's okay if this Sword Sect doesn't stay still!"
"Compared with Qingping Sword, what is a mere ancestral grave?"
"..."
Wen Renping swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Su Bei with rapid breathing. His beautiful eyes looked at Su Bei with complicated eyes, who was facing everyone in the Sword Sect with his hands behind his back!
I can no longer see through him!
Shan Wulan's cold eyes looked at Su Bei like this.
His expression remains unchanged, as cold as ice and as calm as water.
But there was a slight circle of water mist around those eyes, and the delicate white face was slightly red, and the white face was rosy, making it even more beautiful.
His legs subconsciously tightened, and he subconsciously put his slender index finger into his mouth.
Ah! Senior brother is so handsome!
Who can bear this?
Su Bei turned around slowly, looked at everyone in Jianzong calmly, and said quietly:
"good!"
"It's Qingping Sword!"
After saying these words, Su Bei's heart seemed to start an imperial engine at this moment, pounding, pounding, pounding, beating non-stop!
I always like to pretend to beep!
——You’re still pretending!
This feels so good!
Su Bei wanted to laugh, and wanted to lie on the ground and roll around like maggots.
But as the saying goes, you must pretend to be beeping thoroughly!
As an expert, if he turned around and mocked Xi Qingyi at this moment, wouldn't he be a complete loser?
The highest state of beeping is to pretend to be calm and calm!
Masters never bother to express their contempt for clowns!
Xi Qingyi, you loser!
Looking at Xi Qingyi's expression as if he was eating shit, the sadness in his heart is simply unspeakably beautiful!
This destiny dice is so awesome, it can even bring out the Qingping Sword!
Su Bei did not go to see Xi Qingyi. He just faced the elder disciple of Jian Sect and said calmly:
"Burn the ancestral graves for the Qingping Sword."
"Is this reason enough?"
"..."
enough?
enough??!
Needless to say??!
The disciples of the Sword Sect stared at Su Bei, who stood between heaven and earth with stars in his eyes, with thousands of flying swords hovering above his head. It seemed that Su Bei was the only one in the whole world!
This...is this too pretentious?
Isn’t this enough? What reason is enough?!
Third Elder Mo Xingjian took a deep breath, looked at the rusty iron sword with feverish eyes, and said with a look of surprise:
"Enough! That's enough!"
"If you can get the Qingping Sword, even if you blow up Bujian Peak, it will be enough!"
"With this, our sword sect will be promoted to the world... to the top of 985!"
"..."
Su Bei turned around, looked at the white-haired law enforcement elder calmly, and said leisurely:
"Bei is guilty! He committed the grave crime of burning ancestral graves!"
"Excuse me, please ask the law enforcement elder."
"Bei, how long will the sentence be?"
"..."
The law enforcement elder looked at Su Bei with a look of shame on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Are you like this? How can I judge?
You are obviously asking for credit!
You've been pretending like this forever, haven't you?
But he still lowered his head and said kindly:
"The fifth elder can find the Qingping Sword again for the Sword Sect. How dare the Law Enforcement Hall dare to convict the elder?"
"This is a great achievement of yours!"
"This will require detailed discussion for the merits of the five elders before we can reach a conclusion."
"..."
Su Bei nodded with satisfaction.
Suddenly, thunderclouds arose in the sky above Bujian Peak, the thunder roared, and endless ink-colored torrent poured down, and the sky was torn apart for a while!
Then he hit the rusty iron sword hard.
The Qingping Sword was bombarded by countless thunders, but I remained motionless and moved forward indomitably, with the momentum of a mountain collapse!
finally!
After a violent collision, only the dazzling sword light was seen in the sky, and then a golden lotus blooming hundreds of feet!
When a sword comes out, there is only endless sword power wreaking havoc in the world!
The rust on Qingping's sword fell off, revealing its original appearance!
The sword is so cold!
Dazzling!
Xiao Ruoqing stared at this scene blankly, looking at the Qingping Sword that appeared.
For a moment, I just felt like my heart was numb, and the mountains were constantly rising and falling.
This...what's going on?
This script is not quite right!
The sword sect of the previous generation did not have the Qingping Sword at all! This... what is this?
Is it really because of his own fire that he changed the future?