This should have been a somewhat complicated sentence, Unexpectedly, Qu Zhengfeng didn't have a different reaction after hearing it, he just put away his sword, went to the arsenal, and said coldly: "I never thought about it, After more than 80 years, I entered the arsenal twice, and I saw that I still couldn't take it away, but it can also be called a waste." ”

“……”

When she respectfully called him "His Majesty the Sword Emperor", he jokingly called her "little junior sister"; now that she recalls the old things and calls her "Senior Brother Qu", he politely calls her "a friend of the Taoist who sees sorrow" and coldly mentions the word "waste".

I'm really not a good person.

When I first saw Yashan in the past, this person gave people the impression of being gentle and elegant, and seemed to be kind, and he was thoughtful and proper, but later he changed his face faster than turning a book.

It seems that under the appearance of indisputability, there is something hidden.

Seeing that he doesn't like him, he can't say that he likes it, and he can't say that he dislikes it, even if he is so openly ridiculed as a "waste" now, he can't give birth to a little wave in his heart.

She smiled faintly and replied, "It's difficult to compare with His Majesty the Sword Emperor's high heart Fu Jiu. ”

The earlier titles of "Senior Brother Qu" and "Little Senior Sister" vaguely brought people back to the past when everyone was still in Yashan, but when the same rusty "His Majesty the Sword Emperor" exited, everything returned to the same state.

Qu Zhengfeng suddenly gave birth to a little trance.

It's just that the Yashan arsenal is in front of him, and the time to open it is limited, so he didn't be in a trance for long, and in the end he still said "let's go" and threw himself into the arsenal first.

The Yashan arsenal, as in the past, is covered with ice and snow.

Mountains and plains crisscross the country, most of the weapons are covered in old ice, and the deep black rocks show vague outlines under the ice.

There are also many long swords stuck in the cliff, old and new.

Seeing that sorrow fell behind Qu Zhengfeng, he followed him in, and as soon as he fell, he raised his eyes and saw this vast and almost boundless arsenal.

And the mountain that stands in the farthest part of the sky due east.

It was the highest ice peak in the arsenal, and it was also the most precipitous, and its own form was like a sharp blade, falling straight down from the ethereal sky and sticking into the flat ice field.

Qu Zhengfeng didn't say a word, barely glanced at the rest of the swords in this arsenal, and walked directly in the direction of this highest peak.

There, there is one of the sharpest swords in Yashan.

The memory of this is too profound. When she followed Qu Zhengfeng's footsteps and stood in front of the mountain together, the memories of the past could not restrain themselves from the depths of time and flow back to her mind.

They stood at the bottom of this treacherous peak and looked up.

The mountain is in the sky, and the sword is in the mountain.

The ice and snow that have been passed down for years have solidified into a transparent and solid mountain, reflecting the dazzling skylight, but it can't hide the sword shadow standing alone in the mountain!

A line of red blood and a line of immortals, a line of immortals!

Its slightly curled and sharp blade was covered with ice and snow like a frozen slight, and on the three-finger-wide sword, a terrifying thin line of blood rose from the tip of the sword, climbed up the spine of the sword, and sank lonely into the hilt of the other sword.

It's rusty, and it's cold.

It's like a guard who has been staring at this arsenal for thousands of years, and it seems like a spirit and spirit that will not be dispersed!

This kind of posture is the same as what I saw on the previous two occasions.

Time pushes the vicissitudes of the world, but it does not change as before.

When she first came, she was only a disciple of Yashan who had just started, and she only had the cultivation of the foundation building period, and she took a fancy to this sword at first sight, but at that time, her soul was broken, and this sword full of arsenal could not feel her soul, so she couldn't take any of the swords, let alone countless people who had tried to pull it out for thousands of years;

When she came for the second time, she was already the first primordial old monster on the Nine Heavenly Monuments, and although she was facing the danger of dying if she was out of her body, she still devoted herself to this sword, and tried her best to take it by force. Who would have thought that even if she tried her best, it would not move.

Now, it's the third time.

She is no longer a Yashan disciple who has just started and doesn't know anything, she has already crossed the most dangerous conscience path tribulation for monks, and has the "Dao" she wants to take, and even crossed the two realms in a row, and directly stood on the top floor of the nineteen continent monks, becoming a great power to return to the void!

The catastrophe of the Heavenly Dao, she has already passed.

I don't know how this glimmer of heaven conceived from blood and spirit compares to the way of heaven?

"What kind of heart, what kind of sword to draw. Although she didn't speak, Qu Zhengfeng seemed to know what she was thinking, although her eyes were staring at the sky in the center of the high mountain, the words were directed at her, "There are three swords in Yashan, each sword is not ordinary. The famous sword should choose the master. If you are not strong in your own body, how can you be able to subdue a strong sword? You could not get it before, but because you were too weak and far behind it. ”

The slightest bit of ruthlessness.

Seeing the sorrow and hearing this, he laughed, but he also knew in his heart that this was indeed the truth, so he did not refute him, but said: "His Majesty the Sword Emperor thinks that at this moment, I have the qualifications to draw a sword?"

He turned his head to stare at her, as if to gauge her strength and think about her questions, but in the end he didn't answer her, only looked back at the sword that hid a line of blood red, and said, "It will give you the answer." ”

If you don't try, how can you know!

Qu Zhengfeng smiled suddenly, but there was an indescribable solemnity in his eyes, and all the things he had experienced in Yashan in the past quickly passed through the bottom of his heart.

Dressed in a woven gold robe, it is extremely eye-catching in this icy wilderness.

He soared into the air, and in an instant, he had reached a position as high as a line of heaven in the mountain, and when he looked down, the countless long swords in the entire arsenal were silent in the ice and snow.

It's all Yashan swords!

It's all the soul of Yashan!

And a ray of heaven is independent of this high place, as if looking down on the rest of the ten thousand swords. But Qu Zhengfeng knows that this is not a top-down view from above-

It's here, just because Ten Thousand Swords wants it to be here!

The Yashan giant sword and the nameless iron sword are the spirit and intention of Yashan, and a ray of heaven is the god and soul of Yashan!

In the past hundreds of years and nearly a thousand years, in those days when he had not betrayed Yashan, as a subordinate of Yashan, Qu Zhengfeng did not have the slightest thought about this sword.

It's just not suitable after all.

A line of heaven is the most evil, sharpest, and most murderous of the three swords in Yashan, and the hatred and past hidden in his heart are heavy enough, and he can't afford to have more of this line.

The famous sword should choose the master.

And he, the person who has already betrayed Yashan, should not take away the strongest sword of Yashan no matter what.

So, it's still the right person, take the right sword!

"Boom!"

The wind suddenly reversed!

It was he who pulled out the cliff mountain sword at this moment, the stone sword body looked blunt and bladeless, but it grew and extended rapidly the moment he stabbed down with the sword in the air!

It's like a mountain suddenly rising!

The tip of the sword instantly slammed into the ground below, and with a "bang", it broke through the hard ice and penetrated deep into the underground of the arsenal!

A crack like a spider's web, covering the entire ice in an instant!

The sky shook, and the entire huge arsenal trembled violently, and even the countless swords that existed inside and outside the ice either horizontally, diagonally, or vertically trembled with it!

It was a kind of induction.

All the weapons in the arsenal were either forged by the Yashan monks or used by the Yashan monks, and they were taken here when they were born and returned here when they died.

The heart is in the cliff mountain, and the sword will return to the arsenal!

The Yashan Giant Sword is one of the three swords of Yashan, which is conceived from the lonely mountain of Yashan, gathering the spirit of heaven and earth, and contaminating the meaning of Lingxiu under the Yashan Gate, which is a part of Yashan.

Raise the sword of the arsenal, the soul of the cliff mountain!

Who sees this sword, can they also touch and feel it in their hearts?

"Zheng—"

The sound of sword chanting between heaven and earth grew from small to loud, and all the swords in this arsenal lit up, all kinds of sword lights were bright, and all kinds of sword qi were stirring!

All swords awaken in an instant!

Seeing Chou standing below, he looked in all directions, but he saw that the entire huge arsenal was covered by majestic sword light and sword qi!

On the majestic cliff mountain giant sword, there is a familiar closeness.

That is the breath of the cliff mountain that is tied to the hearts of all the Yashan gates, and it is the place where they are nurtured and cultivated!

It is where their hearts and aspirations are!

Even the highest and most dangerous peaks and mountains are no exception!

It is the blood and soul of countless Yashan monks who have fallen for thousands of years, born in death, long in regret, and is inextricably linked with Yashan, how can it not be touched by this Yashan giant sword?

The long sword groan, at this moment, overshadowed all the sword groans!

The thin red line on the sword finally lit up!

There seems to be a majestic shadow between heaven and earth, which suddenly stood up, carrying an unyielding sorrow and grandeur!

The body can die!

The soul is immortal!

The moment the red line on the sword body lit up, all the swords fell silent, only a little red on the tip of their sword passed through the ice on the ground, far or near, and extended to the tip of the first line of heavenly sword!

A little red is the condensation of blood on ten thousand swords!

The huge arsenal seems to have a fresh vein at this moment, starting from this ten thousand swords and ending at the tip of a heavenly sword!

That's a sharpness that can't be suppressed anymore!

That's a killing machine that can't be suppressed anymore!

The pitch-black body of the six-foot sword made the line of red on the spine of the sword even redder, and it shook the entire mountain that wrapped it!

In an instant, blood rushed into the sky!

Qu Zhengfeng shouted loudly and shouted to her: "Take the sword!"

As soon as the words fell, a ray of heaven had already turned into the thickest and deepest of the endless blood light, rushing towards the heights, towards the top of the mountain, and towards the gloomy sky!

In the blink of an eye, the mountain was broken!

Seeing that his heart was shaken by it, at this moment, he only gave birth to an indomitable heroic courage, and turned into a galloping electric light, chasing the sword light and reaching out to the six-foot lonely front!