The green mountains and peaks are bathed in the morning light, and the Xijian Creek glows with golden light, like a whip.

The first day was ushered in for the new disciples.

They had just woken up and stood by the stream, looking at the beautiful scenery and talking about it, and of course the most talked about was that the Jingyang Patriarch used this whip to tie up the white-bladed immortal back then, and then killed her with the Qingshan Sword Array.

Hundreds of years later, few people know about Yukihime's role in that earth-shattering battle, and no one knows that the real whip has been taken away by Ryu when she was ten years old, and all that is left here is a real stream.

When the morning sun completely rose from afar, more than twenty new disciples, under the leadership of the two division commanders, left the Sword Washing Pavilion and went to the Sword Peak, which was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round and was terrifying to look at.

"According to the rules of the old years, all new disciples must go up the mountain to search for the sword on their own, and it was not until last night that the head of the sect issued an edict and put the sword search in the first item, and we took the peak to travel, your luck is really good. ”

A senior teacher looked at the young disciples and said with a smile.

This was already the height of the Sword Peak, and the clouds and mist and the extremely powerful sword intent were all lined up by the sword talisman held by the other division commander, so that the young disciples could stay, but listening to the sound of the iron eagle coming from the peak, they were still taken aback.

The two division commanders led their disciples to a cliff and ran down. The disciples did not know why, and bowed as they knelt. A division commander said with yearning and admiration: "Layue Zhenren cultivated the acquired invisible sword body here......

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Ancestral Star Seaside.

Two arc-shaped sword lights silently slashed towards the wheelchair.

Shen Qingshan didn't look back, as if he didn't notice it.

Qing'er saw his eyes, they were so quiet, but there were countless thunderbolts in the deepest part.

There was infinite terror in her heart.

If she had seen those thunderstorms on the top of Bihu Peak in Chaotian Continent at this time, she would have known that it was the same.

There was no time to react, and those thunderstorms of sword intent exploded in her consciousness.

Shen Qingshan's calm eyes turned indifferent and ruthless.

Qing'er's spirit suddenly weakened, and she let out a wail, and she was worried about her life.

The sword lights on the beach suddenly stopped, and a hand could be faintly seen reaching out.

Qing'er was summoned back.

Affected by this, Zhao Layue's sword momentum stagnated slightly.

The Hatsuko sword that emerged from the sand snapped, and was slapped horizontally to the ground by an invisible force, unable to shake off.

The sword light was faint, and she appeared on the side of the wheelchair, holding the Qingtianjian and smashing it down.

Qingtianjian fell like a mountain, and between the dark and complex patterns, a flame suddenly stretched out.

There's a red carp riding the fire!

Shen Qingshan finally moved.

He glanced around.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the red carp's spirit body, and it let out a howl of pain, recalling the worst experience in the East China Sea Heavenly Killing Array hundreds of years ago, and swung its tail back in extreme fear.

The adult Fire Carp King was a real divine beast, and he was also Zhao Layue's strongest backhand hidden in the Qingtian Jian, but he still couldn't stop Shen Qingshan's glance and returned in a fiasco!

Shen Qingshan's gaze passed through the shadows brought by Qingtianjian and Qingtianjian itself, and fell on Zhao Layue.

The formless sword body was suddenly shattered by the endless sword intent between heaven and earth!

Zhao Layue flew upside down, landed on the beach, knelt on one knee, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

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The western sky was unusually red, as if it were the color of blood. The highest Tianguang Peak is red and warm, and there is a sea of bamboo outside a certain cave, as if it has been ignited, and each tall green bamboo is like a burning sword.

An argument is taking place in the depths of the bamboo forest. A young disciple stood in place with his head bowed and listened to the teachings of his senior brothers.

"How dare you cut bamboo!" What do you think in your head?"

The disciple whispered, "I just wanted to make a bamboo bed, and I was ...... without cutting two."

"You know it's caught?" a senior brother looked at him and said angrily, "Don't you know that this is the holy land of our Qingshan Sect? Who dares to move these bamboos casually?"

The disciple was a little unconvinced and said, "The door rules don't say that the bamboo here can't be cut. ”

Another senior brother laughed angrily and asked, "Do you know who planted the bamboo here? This is what Liu Shengren planted here back then, and you are also worthy of using it?"

The young disciple couldn't hold back any longer when he heard this word, and said, "Isn't it just a bamboo? The Liu Saint is not from our Qingshan Sect, so why is this." ”

The senior brother sneered and said, "You go to the cultivation world and ask whoever you want, and see what the relationship between Sage Liu and my Qingshan Sect is, and do you know who he planted these bamboos for? ”

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Liu was ten years old and didn't know that the younger generations of the Aoyama Sect were arguing over the bamboo they planted.

If he knew about this, he would definitely think that the young disciple cutting some bamboo was nothing.

A few clumps of green bamboos have long been turned into a sea of bamboo, becoming a famous scene of Tianguang Peak.

There is only one childe, where can I use so much.

As for the young disciple, he was a little confused...... He was not even qualified to have any opinions.

He is a seemingly honest, calm and even wooden guy, but when he really encounters things, he is more muddy than anyone else.

For example, now he was standing in front of the wheelchair, looking at the ancestor as if he hadn't done anything, Qing'er's spirit body was almost shattered, watching the Fire Carp King return in horror, and watching Zhao Layue's invisible sword body being broken and seriously injured...... But he still didn't expect it, so he took out the magic weapon and smashed it at the ancestor.

It is rare to use a magic weapon in front of you at such a close distance.

Of course, those magic weapons were the existence with the highest level and the most powerful supernatural powers in the Chaotian Continent, which was originally very rare.

What's even more shocking is that he actually sacrificed all the magic weapons at the same time.

The purest Buddha light and the most ferocious demonic flame were born from behind him, turning into a dozen arms.

Each arm holds a magic weapon.

Missing a corner of the seal of the Emperor of the Hades, the remnant whip, the broken flag, the dragon's tail inkstone, and the pen of the city gate...... Rainstorm down on the wheelchair.

With a cowardly sword, the second sword flashed from his lips and shot towards Shen Qingshan's eyebrows.

Boom, boom, boom! The terrifying aura fluctuations exploded on the beach, and the magic weapon light was like fireworks.

I don't know how long it took for everything to finally calm down.

The magic weapon light disappeared, and the more than ten arms condensed by the Buddha's light and demonic flames gradually disintegrated, and then disappeared.

Liu retreated into the sea at the age of ten, his face was pale, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The sea water ignited, forming a mist.

Shen Qingshan in a wheelchair could be faintly seen in the fog.

The wheels of the wheelchair slumped a little towards the beach.

Shen Qingshan didn't change at all, looking at Liu Shishi in the sea flames, his eyes showed a touch of appreciation.

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The morning light ignited the bamboo sea of Tianguang Peak, and also lit up the black jade plate between the peaks.

That's where Shangdefeng once existed.

There used to be a sword prison there, and there was also a hidden peak, all of which no longer existed.

Corpse Dog has worked and lived here for many years, Ah Da has been a repeat grave robber here, and Yukihime has been a prisoner.

At that time, Shangde Peak was black, but covered with snow, and it looked quite monotonous.

Only a few people know that Tong Yan also stayed here for many years.

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The fluctuations of the collapse of the sword array in the solar system have been far away, and Mars has returned to its former desolation.

Yuan Qu and Yushan sat among the cliffs and rocks, looked at each other, and suddenly remembered the picture of the first night talk in Shangdefeng many years ago.

It is easier for humans to look back at certain moments.

For example, when there are some big things.

They were worried about Jing Jiu and those guys who went to the ancestral star, as well as the corpse dogs.

The finch girl sat cross-legged on the ground, lowered her head and continued to count something, her face became more and more pale, and she felt incomprehensible.

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The sand is white.

The eyebrows are black, even if they are light.

The sky is full of black chess pieces, but they are turning white.

It was not the illusion caused by the sunlight, but the erosion of sword intent.

Tong Yan's chess path is above Que Niang, and her ability in this area is far better than her, but she still can't do it.

The black chess pieces in the sky all turned white and hung still.

"Something interesting. Shen Qingshan said.

The chess pieces in the sky were chopped by the sword intent and fell in a row, like snow on Shangde Peak.

Tong Yan slowly sat back on the beach, her face whiter than snow.

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None of the young disciples were able to get their own sword.

They left Sword Peak under the leadership of the division commander, but instead of returning to the Sword Pavilion, they went to a certain small building.

There are many portraits in the small building, most of them are the real people who have been in charge of the family for generations, and there are some senior ancestors who have made great contributions to the Qingshan Sect and are famous in the history of the cultivation world.

The last portrait is, of course, the real person of the previous generation of Feisheng, Zhuo Rusui.

The young disciples looked at the middle-aged man in that portrait, and they had some strange feelings in their hearts, but they didn't dare to say anything.

"Do you feel that Ancestor Zhuo is drooping his eyelids, as if he hasn't woken up?" said the teacher with a smile.

The young disciples did not dare to answer.

The division commander shook his head and said, "Ancestor Zhuo, where does it care what you think, salute." ”

The young disciples hurriedly knelt down and worshiped Zhuo Rusui in the portrait, their minds pure.

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Zhuo Rusui has been sitting on the beach for some time.

Those sand towers were destroyed, and he was also robbed of his spirit by the ancestor sword intent, and he was powerless to do anything at all.

He watched Tan Zhenren come, Tan Zhenren left, Jing Jiu and these guys came, and then started chatting, he was already sleepy, his eyelids drooped very much, as if he was going to fall asleep in the next moment.

A cultivator does not need to rest for a long time, let alone get sleepy, not to mention that he is an immortal who has attained enlightenment and ascended.

Those guys know that when he's sleepy, it often means only two possibilities.

He wanted to run away from something.

Or he's going to kill someone the next moment.

So what is the reason why he drooped his eyelids at this moment?

I don't know if I sensed the distant Chaotian Continent, those disciples who had just started kneeling in front of their portraits, Zhuo Rusui raised his head, opened his eyes completely, let out a helpless sigh, and stretched out his hand to the wheelchair.

Countless delicate sword intents left his fingers, forming a Heaven Inheriting Sword Formation at an extremely fast speed.

Everything here is the ancestor's sword intent, and it is unified with his mind, so according to what Jing Jiu said in Ohara Castle back then, this is a sword array of all things.

How can he crack the Sword Formation of All Things? He wanted to try it with the Heavenly Sword Formation.

Yes, Zhuo Rusui is no longer sleepy, but he doesn't dare to think about whether he can kill the ancestor, he just wants to try.

At least, he doesn't run away anymore.

Sure enough, the moment those sword intents left his fingers and formed the Chengtian Sword, he felt a clear sense of condensation, which meant that he had finally truly come into contact with the Sword Formation of All Things.

Countless lines appear on the beach, weaving into a net.

The invisible sword net eroded around him at an unimaginable speed, and came to him.

The clothes were shattered, and a messy sword intent appeared on the immortal body, which was deep into the bones.

Zhuo Rusui didn't cough up blood, because the blood flowed out of those sword mouths, igniting the beach.

The grains of sand were quickly burned into glass-like things, and because of the impurities inside, they looked a little dirty.

He looked at the things and sighed, his eyelids drooping again.

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At this point, several people who had been official disciples of the Qingshan Sect had finished their moves.

There was also a man who did not draw his sword.

The undisputed number one powerhouse of the human race in the contemporary Chaotian Continent.

Peng Lang carried his sword and walked towards the patriarch.

He didn't use the ghost sword path that he had consulted with Zhao Layue, Liu Shisui and others.

He didn't use the Aoyama Kendo that Jing Jiu taught him that night, and he didn't even use the swordsmanship of the Wuenmen.

His footsteps landed on the sand, the speed was not fast, the footprints were clear, but the sword intent in the sky could not stop him.

Looking at this scene, Sword Immortal Ensheng's expression changed slightly.

Many years ago, the Wuen Gate was still closing the mountain.

Bai Zhenren set up an ambush in the old imperial mausoleum and injured Jing Jiu.

The two then went elsewhere to continue the fight.

Emperor Xiao walked out of the mausoleum and met a young disciple of the Wu'en Sect who had only been in the house for more than a hundred years.

That young disciple was Peng Lang.

At that time, he walked towards Emperor Xiao and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

Emperor Xiao died like that, turning into a sky full of yellow leaves.

Not long ago on Mars, he was seriously injured by Chen Ya, and this is how he walked back.

Regardless of whether he was fighting with the Immortal Gu or the Divine Fighting Ancestor in front of him, or his own ancestor, he stabbed it with such a sword.

Peng Lang walked to the wheelchair and stabbed it with a sword.

Shen Qingshan's expression became obviously serious.

He actually shot for the first time.

Two wizened fingers appeared in the air, clamping the sword light.

It can't be described as two mountains, because it is absolutely impossible for the mountain to block this sword - that sword looks ordinary, but it was specially picked by Ping Yongjia in the sword peak, and the person holding the sword is Peng Lang.

Those two fingers are like heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth are combined.

In fact, there was no encounter, and at a distance, the sword was caught.

This was the first time Peng Lang's sword was ineffective.

There was a soft snap.

The sword bent more and more, snapped abruptly, and shattered into countless pieces.

The shattering continued forward to the hilt of the sword, and then to Peng Lang's hand holding the sword.

I don't know why, the fragmentation ended here, and it didn't move on.

Shen Qingshan retracted his gaze.

The sea breeze ruffled his gray hair.

His body looked so thin and weak.

His divine sense was so powerful and invincible.

World shaking.

Ancient and modern.