"Do you really think he's amazing?" Huangfu Qingjue asked with a slight frown.

"Hmm." Ling Chuxi nodded.

"Really?" Huangfu Qingjue frowned again and asked.

Ling Chuxi finally reacted, and it seemed that something was wrong. Huangfu's innocent attitude, what, why does it seem to be jealous? Huangfu Qingjue, who has always been strong, confident and calm, is arrogant at the moment? Is this true? Ling Chuxi blinked his eyes and looked at Huangfu Qingjue, and suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed: "Of course, in my mind, my family's Qingjue is the most powerful. ”

Huangfu Qingjue coughed slightly and didn't speak, but Ling Chuxi keenly caught Huangfu Qingjue's frowning brows.

"And what happened to this man?" Ling Chuxi continued to ask.

"Later, his appearance caused uneasiness among the masters of the major families, and they set up a plan to ambush him halfway." Huangfu Qingjie said.

"And later?" Ling Chuxi continued to ask.

"Later, he died." Huangfu replied succinctly with an expressionless face.

…… Ling Chuxi opened his mouth slightly, and looked at Huangfu Qingjie with a very strange look.

"He's dead." Three words, the story is gone. The front is full of anger and infinite flaws, but in the back, three words, he is dead, and the story is over.

It's the first time Ling Chuxi has seen someone tell a story like this, a little twisty and turned, okay? How many tsunamis, landslides, the world is discolored, the sun and the moon are not bright, is it good.

"Gone?" Ling Chuxi asked unwillingly.

"No, he's dead." Huangfu replied.

"How did you die?" The corners of Ling Chuxi's mouth twitched, and he asked unwillingly.

"Ambushed." Huangfu Qingjue also glanced at Ling Chuxi with strange eyes. Didn't he make it clear?

Ling Chuxi finally understood, it turned out that Huangfu Qingjie was not without shortcomings, at least, he was not very good at telling stories.

"What about the sword?" Ling Chuxi had no choice but to guide it, this was the point.

"That's right, sword." Only then did the emperor realize that he had missed the point.

"At that time, the masters of the major families poured out, but even so, they were still not his opponents, hundreds of extreme masters were turned into ashes by his sword, and those who were the top masters of the major families were all defeated." Speaking of this, Huangfu Qingjue also showed some emotion.

Under the guidance of Ling Chuxi, Huangfu Qingjue finally had a little talent for storytelling, although it was still not tortuous and tactful.

"And how did he die?" Ling Chuxi asked.

"On the verge of success or failure, Cangyuan's only beloved woman betrayed him and swooped down behind him, so he died. Before he died, he integrated all his mind into the sword, and the human sword was one, and he killed hundreds of masters on the spot. And that Cangyuan Sword also had spiritual consciousness after integrating into his mind, and from then on it was called the Ancient Killing Sword.

But at the moment when Cang Yuan died, his sword also seemed to feel his desolation, and it exploded on its own, turning into countless fragments and scattering on the land of Jiuzhou.

All the love, hatred, joy, anger and sorrow of Cangyuan are also hidden in these fragments.

It is said that as long as someone can find the fragments of the Cangyuan Sword, they may have the Cangyuan Sword Spirit, and then collect other fragments under his guidance, they will be able to make the Cangyuan Sword return to the sky, and they can also inherit the essence of the sword in it. Huangfu Qingjie said.

Although he said it very simply, Ling Chuxi could still think of the tragedy and anger of the original battle.