"Do you really think he is very powerful?" Huangfu Qingjue asked with a slight frown.
"Yeah." Ling Chuxi nodded.
"Really?" Huangfu Qingjue asked, frowning again.
Ling Chuxi finally realized that something was wrong. Huangfu Qingjue's attitude, why did he seem to be jealous? Huangfu Qingjue, who had always been strong, confident and calm, was acting arrogant at the moment? Is this true? Ling Chuxi blinked.
Looking at Huangfu Qingjue, he suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Of course, in my mind, my family Qingjue is the most powerful."
Huangfu Qingjue coughed slightly and said nothing, but Ling Chuxi keenly noticed that Huangfu Qingjue's slightly frowned brows relaxed.
"Then what happened to this person?" Ling Chuxi continued to ask.
"Later, his appearance caused uneasiness among the masters of the major families, and they decided to ambush him midway." Huangfu Qingjue said.
"What happens next?" Ling Chuxi continued to ask.
"Later, he died." Huangfu Qingjue replied simply and expressionlessly.
...Ling Chuxi opened her mouth slightly and looked at Huangfu Qingjue with a strange look.
"He's dead." Three words, and the story is over. The first part is soul-stirring and leads to endless thoughts, but at the end, three words, he is dead, and the story is over.
This was the first time that Ling Chuxi saw someone telling a story like this. It was a little twisty, okay? A little tsunami, landslides, the sky and the earth were dimmed, the sun and the moon were dim, okay?
"No more?" Ling Chuxi asked unwillingly.
"No, he's dead." Huangfu Qingjue replied.
"How did you die?" Ling Chuxi's mouth twitched and she asked unwillingly.
"Being ambushed." Huangfu Qingjue also looked at Ling Chuxi with a strange look. Didn't he already make it clear?
Ling Chuxi finally understood that Huangfu Qingjue was not without his shortcomings. At least, he was not very good at telling stories.
"Where's the sword?" Ling Chuxi had no choice but to guide her. This was the key point.
"By the way, sword." Only then did Huangfu Qingjue realize that he had missed the point.
"At that time, masters from all major families came out in full force, but even so, they were still no match for him. Hundreds of top masters were turned into ashes by his sword. Those top masters from major families were all defeated." said
At this point, Huangfu Qingjue showed some emotion.
Under Ling Chuxi's guidance, Huangfu Qingjue finally developed some talent for telling stories, although it was still not twists and turns enough.
"Then how did he die?" Ling Chuxi asked.
"On the verge of success or failure, Cangyuan's only beloved woman betrayed him, and a killer suddenly appeared behind him, so he died. Before he died, he integrated all his heart into the sword, and the sword became one, killing hundreds more on the spot.
A master. And the Cang Yuan Sword also gained spiritual consciousness after being integrated into his mind, and it was called the Ancient Killing Sword from then on.
But at the moment when Cangyuan died, his sword seemed to feel his sadness, and it exploded on its own, turning into countless fragments and scattering across the land of Jiuzhou.
All of Cang Yuan's love, hatred, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are also hidden in these fragments.
It is said that as long as someone can find the fragments of the Cang Yuan Sword, they may possess the Cang Yuan Sword Spirit. If they gather the other fragments under his guidance, they can bring the Cang Yuan Sword back to the light of day, and they can inherit its sword meaning.
The essence." Huangfu Qingjue said.
Although he said it simply, Ling Chuxi could still think of the brutality and soul-stirring experience of that battle.