Seeing Wei Yiyan's sinister smile, Yu Qingshan's body shook even more violently. He wanted to swing his sword again, but the sword just now had exhausted most of his spiritual power. Since entering the Demon Pass, he has been fighting every time
He must go, the sword in the scabbard has been washed over and over again by the demon blood, he did not set up a defense against the human cultivators, but he was going to die in the hands of the human cultivators.
Bang!
The large formation dispersed, and the strange urn city disappeared.
Only a dozen or so of the original elders and disciples of the Qingyun Sect were left. The practitioners of the Haoqi Alliance and the elite demon-slayers of the Xuanlong Dynasty gathered towards Yu Qingshan.
The angry Ban Chao held his sword and shouted: "Qingyun Sect betrays the human race, kill without mercy!"
Puff!
As soon as he finished speaking, Ban Chao's sword instantly killed two Qingyun Sect elders.
"Head!"
Everyone in Qingyun Sect looked at Yu Qingshan.
Facing the siege of hundreds or thousands of people.
Yu Qingshan slowly turned his face, as if in this moment, he had aged countless years, just like his former head brother Xiao Rang, who had white hair.
The depths of his eyes changed from anger and despair at the beginning to calmness.
He could no longer lift the sword, but an inexplicable force raised his sword high, and a wisp of wind blew over his old face, causing his hair to flutter lightly.
He looked at Wei Yiyan, Ban Chao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Actually, I have always known that the mountain pressing against Qingyun Gate should have fallen twenty years ago, but at that time, Junior Brother Gu
You are holding on with your body, and your unscrupulousness is nothing more than thinking that my sword, Yu Mou, is disadvantageous."
"That's fine."
"Even if Yu's sword is not as bright as the stars that night that year, I still have my own swordsmanship."
The sword in Yu Qingshan's hand swayed slightly, and a great avenue appeared strangely, sending the remaining disciples and elders of Qingyun Sect to a distant place in the wind and snow.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Qingshan held his sword in front of him.
The sword screamed.
It’s as if I feel the master’s determination and sadness!
Peiran's sword intent enveloped nearly a hundred people outside the big tent.
Yu Qingshan's figure is as straight as a pine tree.
Wei Yiyan wanted to escape, but found that the sword intent of Pei Ran around him had blocked his movement at some point.
"Yu Qingshan, how dare you!"
Wei Yiyan raised his head.
Yu Qingshan has risen without wind, and with the sword light soaring into the sky, the last glory of his life blooms.
In the sky, a beam of light changes from converging to discrete, showing a vertical character '一'.
This is Yu Qingshan’s swordsmanship.
One word sword technique.
He is unyielding.
Come from one, end with one!
His lifelong pursuit of the ultimate in swordsmanship has not reached the end, and he is ultimately under the sky.
Nor did he use such a majestic sword to kill the invading demon clan.
Instead, under the pressure of the same clan, he sang the final sound with his sword.
The dazzling sword light obscured everyone present.
After the sword glow reached its peak, Yu Qingshan's body was like a drifting dead leaf, floating to no one knows where.
"Senior Brother Xiao."
"Junior Brother Gu."
Yu Qingshan's eyes were silent, looking up at the gray sky.
It seems like time.
He seemed to see at the foot of Qingping Mountain, the brothers and sisters who entered the mountain together that year, imagining carrying swords and going out of Qingyun Gate to slay demons, and they were in high spirits.
But time passes by, and time destroys life.
Qingping Mountain, which cannot be climbed, also buries the blood and dreams of many people.
When the sword is in the hand, the troops are dispersed little by little, and they are scattered.
Yu Qingshan's pupils gradually dilated.
That is the most precious sword in his life.
A nameless sword.
But actually.
It has its own name: [Dang Yao]
Scenes from the past:
At that time, the Qingyun Sect had countless geniuses, including Lei Jiangheng, Xiao Zecheng, Meng Baitao, He Hongnian, and many others who held the Tianzong Sword.
And he.
Yu Qingshan and senior brother Xiao Rang are just disciples of the Qingyun Sect with ordinary qualifications.
He, Yu Qingshan, could not condense the Yuan Fei for three years.
He was weak and just wanted to find a sword, a sword that he could use to travel around the world.
It went downhill sadly in the years that followed.
That day.
Junior Brother Gu Bai in front of the Qingyun Stage put down the books in his hands for the first time and brought the head of a monster beast from outside the mountain in exchange for this sword as a gift to him.
[Senior Brother Yu, you cannot live without a sword by your side. This sword is given to you. I hope that one day you and I will wipe out all the demons in the world, and then we will drink a glass of wine together, and there will be nothing wrong in the world. 】
Dang monster.
Named after this.
The past goes with the wind.
Now the sword has gone with the wind.
Yu Qingshan raised his hand, his eyes filled with endless regret.
He thought that if the sword remained in its scabbard, his old friend's wish would one day be fulfilled.
But in the end.
But he waved his sword towards the world.
The perfect sound of this sword.
Silent and breathless.
The light gradually faded.
Yu Qingshan saw a young figure fleeing from the wind and snow.
The desolate and sparse shadows are just like the high-spirited youth they once were.
"Junior Brother Gu."
Yu Qingshan spent the last moment of his life to freeze his story on the face of an old friend but not an old friend.
In silence.
Gu Yusheng has appeared in front of Yu Qingshan.
The young man who once stood up like a henchman with a sword in the Qingyunmen martial arts arena for the first time, now has the sword hidden in the box, just waiting to be taken out of the box.
The young man cupped his fists and bowed, his eyes still bright.
The corners of Yu Qingshan's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes gradually closed.
Although the old friend is far away.
The human affairs of the old friend are still going on.
That young man.
Coming through the snow.
The young man who cannot be kept by Qingyun.
But he has always been attached to Qingyun.
This kind of worldly connection is ultimately shallow, but the Tao connection is deep.
His one-word sword technique.
In fact, it has been passed down from the very beginning when we met.
It's a pity...
Gu Yusheng, who had walked on clouds and snow, stared at Yu Qingshan whose life had dimmed and disappeared. There were two fingers close together in his billowing sleeves.
The sword in the box glowed dimly.
The human sword can kill spirits and save people.
He originally wanted to save Yu Qingshan.
But Yu Qingshan was not taken away by the underworld envoy, but he dissipated in the world together with his soul as if he had liberated himself.
Only the dissipated sword spirit whined.
Gu Yusheng's hand reached out from his sleeve, he opened his palm, and the sword spirit that was about to collapse disappeared into his palm bit by bit.
Buzz.
The dragon-slaying sword at his waist swung.
The sword spirit is absorbed by the Dragon Slayer Sword.
Gu Yusheng's hand was gently placed on the dragon-slaying sword.
The sobbing sword spirit expressed the obsession of its old master.
Gu Yusheng stood in the wind and snow.
There was silence for a long, long time.
"Slut."
Gu Yusheng whispered two words in a low voice.
He looked down, a look of disdain enveloped the man who had just survived the sword attack.
Three thousand demon-slaying warriors from the Xuanlong Dynasty were running towards the camp in unison.
Ban Chao raised his head.
Staring at the strange yet familiar boy in front of him.
Wei Yiyan on the side shrank his pupils. He recognized Gu Yusheng, but he couldn't wait to say to all the monks of the Haoqi Alliance and the demon slayers of the Xuanlong Dynasty: "Quickly, kill him."
Swish, swish, swish!
A moment.
Countless escaping lights flew up.
The magic is exciting.
The sword shines like rain.
The three thousand Xuanjia soldiers did not set up a formation when slaying the demon, but they set up a large arresting formation at this time, trapping Gu Yusheng in the formation with a powerful military formation.
despair!
Gu Yusheng's hand was holding the dragon-slaying sword on his waist.
Zheng!
The sword was unsheathed.
In a trance, another sword appeared again between heaven and earth: