"You will soon be able to see the confrontation between the sword cultivators of the world and the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool." Li Baohua was looking forward to it.

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew out of the riverside and landed in front of one of the two mid-stage disciples of the Jindan in the Sword Washing Pool.

"In the next is a disciple of the Jinghong Sect, Ling Xin, not talented, dare to ask Daoist friends for advice." Ling Xin lowered his posture very low.

"Wash the sword pool, Jun Xiuyuan." The disciple of the Sword Washing Pool who was selected by him replied.

The two sword cultivators were both of the outer sword school, and the next moment they stepped forward to fight, the sword light was dazzling for a while, and the sword qi was flying.

Li Baohua was full of interest in the tide viewing building, and he shouted from time to time when he saw the highlights, and even Li Zhan, who pretended to be cold, was also immersed in it.

Lu Qingshan felt a little boring.

After all, these two Jin Dan sword cultivators didn't even comprehend the sword intent, and in his eyes, there was really no bright spot, and they were not as attractive as the snacks on the table.

The two swords on the river corrected the battle to the end.

In the end, it was the Sword Washing Chi Jun who repaired Yuan, and with one sword, he pointed to Ling Xin's flaws and won easily.

After that, this sword washing event has kicked off.

Immediately, six or seven sword cultivators jumped out and challenged the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool.

For a time, on the mighty Fengling River, the sword light shimmered, and the sound of swords bursted.

The battle between sword cultivators is like lightning and flint, changing rapidly, and the ornamentation has always been extremely strong, and the division of victory and defeat is often a matter within one breath, which makes Li Baohua addicted.

Of course, so far, the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool have still maintained a complete victory.

After all, the purpose of this sword washing event is to promote the reputation of the family, and the selected disciples are naturally the elites of the sect.

Moreover, the difference in strength between the disciples of the great sects and the ordinary monks was already extremely large.

Therefore, it is naturally not surprising that the disciples of the Sword Washing Pool maintain a complete victory.

Lu Qingshan looked up by chance and looked into the distance, and a white line could be vaguely seen in the distance.

The tide of the Fengling River is coming.

The fourteen disciples of the Sword Washing Pool, up to now, have at least fought one round.

Only the blue wave sword Qianliu, but he has been hanging on the river with his arms crossed, and no one has challenged him for a long time.

- Self-knowledge, most people still have it.

The sword cultivators who can be on the yellow list are no longer the existence of a class for them.

To challenge? That's self-inflicted, there's no need for that.

"I can't win, but at least I'll have a personal challenge." Seeing that the tide of Fengling was coming, Li Baohua couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Because as soon as the tide receded, this sword washing event came to an end.

The girl couldn't stop muttering, "Come and have a good man...... Otherwise, no one has challenged the Bilang Sword, won't I be able to see him draw the sword this time, and the blood is ......."

That's it!

The old swordsman with a withered face rose up with his sword, and suddenly hovered in front of the blue wave sword Qianliu, who had been unchallenged.

"Qinshan Qin Family, Qin He, please also ask Bilang Sword for advice."

"Yay! It's finally here! The girl Li Baohua waved her small fist excitedly, and she didn't need Lu Qingshan to ask She was already chatting with Lu Qingshan on her own initiative.

"The Baizhou Duojian Cultivation Family ꓹ The Qin Mountain Qin family and our Baima Li family belong to the same level.

This Qin He is the head of the Qin family, who is seven or eight hundred years old, and he is not ashamed to challenge the Bilang Sword, which is younger than his sons.

But fortunately, he is not ashamed, otherwise I wouldn't have seen Bilang Sword's hand broken this time! ”

Here, Li Baohua is complaining, and the battle over there has begun.

Qin He is also a sword cultivator who specializes in external swords, and when he stepped forward, a sword stabbed out, and the sword light was dazzling, and he did his best to change ꓹ A thick power rushed away.

This is his giant mountain sword intent, the median artistic conception.

The sword is like a huge mountain, and the momentum is incomparably heavy.

This sword weighs like a thousand pounds.

The Blue Wave Sword Qianliu is Zheng is a moment The Liuxue Sword has already appeared in his hand.

The cold light of the sword body was like snow, which made Qin He shiver.

Facing Qin He's attacking sword, Qianliu just moved the flowing snow forward a little and swept it out carelessly.

Whoa!

The sound of the wave was born from the sword.

Everyone who saw this sword felt that countless rivers seemed to be born in this sword, and the river swept into waves, overwhelming towards Qin He's sword.

Qin He gritted his teeth and then slashed, trying to break through Qianliu's sword with the momentum of a giant mountain.

Rumble!

Crashing stones.

Qin He's huge mountain was not crushed by this wave, his face suddenly showed joy, and he was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue.

Unexpectedly, the next moment was a sudden change in the situation.

Another round of higher and more ferocious waves rose up and swept towards Qin He again.

"The sword gives birth to nine waves, and one wave is stronger than the other," Li Baohua said excitedly: "This is the famous sword style of the Bilang Sword, a sword contains nine heavy strength, as long as water, and there are few people who can wrestle with it, I don't know if this old man is not ashamed, it can block several waves." ”

Lu Qingshan's eyes were slightly condensed, quietly watching the battle on the river.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Four more violent bangs rang out.

In the next moment, all the river waves passed, and the tip of the flowing snow sword in Qianliu's hand was already where it stopped in Qin He's belly dantian.

Before everyone could react, Qin He in the late Yuan Infant period was already defeated.

This seven or eight hundred-year-old sword cultivator, before Qianliu, a new generation of sword cultivators, lost without any temper.

"Concession." Bilang Sword said gently.

"The Bilang Sword is really strong, I'm ashamed of myself." Qin He was stunned for a moment, and said sincerely.

"Your sword is as powerful as a mountain, extremely heavy, but it also lacks the meaning of agility, if you can absorb some of the length of water, you will definitely improve again." Bilang Sword Qianliu suddenly pointed out.

When Qin He heard this, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have an understanding, and after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and arched his hand: "Thank you for your advice." ”

"No, it's just a matter of effort, I have a sword washing pond on the Fengling River to start this sword washing event, isn't that just for this? Meet friends with swords and help the world. Bi Langjian said indifferently.

It seemed that this remark touched Qin He, he thought for a while, and suddenly said in a loud voice: "Washing the sword pool has a heart for the world's sword cultivation, it is really a great righteousness, today I have a feeling, even if it is a big disapproval, I have to say a few words." ”

"Although the Sword Sect is strong, the threshold is as high as the sky, and there are very few people in the world who can enter its door.

Therefore, no matter how strong it is, it can only be a strong one, and sword cultivation in the world is meaningless.

You don't see that because the light of the Sword Sect is too prosperous in the Eastern Regions, other small and medium-sized sword cultivation sects have not inherited much.

But the sword washing pool is different, the sword washing pool recruits disciples from all over the world, with the purpose of strengthening the world's sword cultivation, and the vision is never limited to one sect and one sect, and never squeezes the rest of the sword cultivation sects.

In addition, he is also willing to send disciples from the sect to hold a sword washing conference on the Fengling River, so that all aspiring young sword cultivators in the world can communicate, and the Western Regions has become a domain where a hundred flowers bloom in the sword cultivation sect.

Compared with the Sword Sect, this Sword Washing Pool is not inferior in the slightest in other aspects, except for the lack of a Sword Immortal who carries the Ding, and it can even be said that it is still excessive.

If you want me to say, the real leader who leads the development of the way of the sword is not the Eastern Regions Sword Sect, it should be the Western Regions Sword Washing Pool.

As long as one day, the Sword Washing Pool will produce a Sword Immortal, and it will definitely be able to replace this Eastern Regions Sword Sect and become the number one sword cultivation sect in the world! Qin He made a loud voice and was determined.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and there was an uproar among the monks who watched the "tide", and there were many discussions.

The prestige and status of the Sword Sect have long been ingrained in the hearts of sword cultivators in the world.

Qin He's words are undoubtedly challenging authority.

But after thinking about it for a while, I have to say that there seems to be some truth in it.

......…

In the tide viewing building.

Lu Qingshan had already narrowed his narrow eyes, looking at the head of the Qin family who thought he was inferior in front of the Bilang Sword, but he talked eloquently about the sword washing pond and praised him in every way.

Very clumsy acting.

How could the head of a family be so untouched by the city government because of a few meaningless words of guidance from the Bilang Sword?

At this time, how could he not understand that this old dragon set sword cultivator was actually the trust found by the sword washing pool.

The main purpose is to use the mouth of others to say the words "Except for the lack of a sword immortal, the Sword Washing Pool is already on par with the Sword Sect in other aspects, or even surpasses".

Creating this momentum has subtly affected the world's sword cultivators' views on the sword washing pool.

If this is said by the person who washes the sword pool himself, it will inevitably have a bit of the meaning of Wang Po selling melons and boasting about herself, and the effect is not great, and there is even a suspicion of directly provoking the Sword Sect.

But if this is said by a sword cultivator who has nothing to do with the Sword Washing Pool, in this kind of willing to bow down and be convinced, it would be like this Qin He was impressed by the Sword Washing Pool, which indirectly confirmed the demeanor of the Sword Washing Pool again.

It's wonderful.

Lu Qingshan sighed in his heart.

In his world, this is just a celebrity public relations technique that can't be more vulgar.

Everyone has already seen it badly, and they can't deceive many people.

But in this world, it is still very novel, and looking at the effect, it seems that it is indeed not bad.

Who would have thought that a sword cultivator who has always acted casually and willfully would be able to play with this kind of fancy intestines?

It's just that......

Lu Qingshan smiled in his heart.

Forget it if you don't see it.

Now that you have seen it...... Someone belittles his own sect like this to raise the Sword Washing Pool, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, it is too much to say that he is indifferent.

"Li Bao Vase." Lu Qingshan put down the chopsticks in his hand and looked at the tide that was slowly advancing.

"Huh? What's wrong? The girl Li Baohua was called to her name, turned her head, and asked suspiciously.

"I think it won't take long for your wish to come true," Lu Qingshan looked at the girl's cute little face and laughed softly: "Then you can tell others that you have not only talked to the monk on the Yellow List, but even invited him to dinner." ”

"What do you mean?" Li Baohua couldn't react, and he didn't understand what Lu Qingshan's sudden words meant.

Then, she found that the good-looking Taoist friend who had been walking with them all the way suddenly got up, and his body turned into a streamer, and he shot towards the tide of the Fengling River that was rolling forward.

At this time, the tide of the wind tomb was as fast as thunder, surging forward, advancing the distance step by step.

The sea is thunderous, and the waterfall in the heart of the river is horizontal.

Under the rising tide, the heavens and the earth are clouded, and those who are low in cultivation cannot see through this thick water vapor even if their spiritual power is in their eyes.

Only the blue-shirted sword cultivator in the sword washing pool stands high at the head of the tide and stands according to the sword.

The high-spirited and heroic posture attracted the hearts of countless female cultivators.

Sword cultivation is the most romantic monk, and since ancient times, he has been the most feminine.

.........

The tide was surging and mighty, like a tall snow-white wall.

Like a dragon fighting, rushing like rain and hail.

The splash of water is like a big bead and a small bead falling on the jade plate, noisy and cut, hissing and whistling.

The waves are magnificent, and people can't help but open their minds.

"Sword Sect Lu Qingshan, dare to ask the sword pool Bilang Sword to teach."

In the midst of the sound of the rolling tide, everyone heard such a loud sound from the riverside.

...... Sword Sect?!

Is it that Sword Sect in the Eastern Regions?!

If so, how could it appear in the Western Regions?!

Countless tide watchers have brought their attention to it.

I saw a figure, starting from the attic on the riverside, blasting towards the blue wave sword thousands above the tide.

First, a blazing red sword light came out of his head, rushing straight towards the rolling wave.

Then there were thousands of sword qi gossamers, and the Haohao soup flew out, and the entire Fengling River was a sensation.

Finally, there was the figure, which appeared above the tide, holding a magnificent sword in his hand.

"Lu Qingshan?" Bilang Sword Qianliu looked vigilantly at the figure that appeared in front of him, "Sword Sect? ”

"Exactly, since the Sword Washing Pool has opened a sword washing event here, it won't be forbidden for Sword Sect disciples to participate, right?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"Naturally not." Qianliu will not let his own sect fall into the mouth of the sword sect that regards itself as inferior.

"That's good, I'm just a little sword cultivator in the early stage of the Sword Sect's First Yuan Infancy," Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly: "Today, please also wash the sword pool Bilang Sword to pick me up three swords." ”

The voice fell.

Secret Sword: Zhentian.

Lu Qingshan said in his heart.

Zhentian is one of the three sword immortals in the world, and he created the supreme secret sword technique with his own hands.

After he advanced to the Yuan Infant, he was finally able to cut out the complete three swords.

A complete five-fold power of three swords.

Above the dragon sparrow sword body, there were suddenly clusters of sword qi condensed and boiling.

Under the five-fold increase in power, even the sword qi was like an ant on a hot pot, unable to froze, rising up, and raging with fierce intent.

"Killing, and penetrating .......," Lu Qingshan muttered.

The Zhentian Secret Sword cannot be stacked with other sword styles, but there is no restriction on sword intent.

The killing sword intent born for killing and the extinguishing piercing sword intent born for attack were attached to the sword in an instant.

Lu Qingshan did not have the slightest reservation about the first sword he cut out after entering the Yuan Infant.

The evolutionary power of the Immortal True Intent acts on the Silence Piercing Sword Intent.

The dazzling cold light flashed suddenly, bursting from the dragon sparrow, and as the dragon finch moved forward, it let out a deafening roar.

A group of tide watchers saw that the Junyi sword cultivator who claimed to be Lu Qingshan, swung three swords one after another in front of everyone's eyes.

The first sword, its power is infinite, its mangs are sharp, containing sword qi gossamer thousand two hundred, towering like the heavenly river hanging upside down.

The sword cultivation genius who ranked third in the younger generation of the Sword Washing Pool handed out the peak sword nine waves.

The sword contains nine layers of strength, the artistic conception of water is fused with the killing sword intent, and suddenly bursts out of many waves, one wave is stronger than the other, and under the ninefold superposition, there is no irresistible power.

The sword qi gossamer confronted the nine waves violently, and the sword tide stirred up was even more turbulent and surging than the tide of the Fengling River.

In the blink of an eye, the two have collided thousands of times.

Bang!

The sound of the tide of the Guangling River suddenly rose.

The sword qi disappeared suddenly.

The first sword that Lu Qingshan and Qianliu faced ended in a draw.

It's just that Qianliu's face was a little pale at this time.

Lu Qingshan's face was still as usual.

Then, Lu Qingshan swung out the second sword of Zhentian.

Knock knock!

Like a war drum.

It was like a giant slamming a punch, shaking thousands of hearts.

He gritted his teeth and drank softly, "Secret Sword, Thousand Piles of Snow!" ”

The rocks pierced the air, the waves crashed on the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

It was a secret sword in his possession.

The nine waves came out again, turning into stormy waves, white as the bright moon on the river, pouring out, facing the sword of Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan's Zhentian Second Sword confronted each other with the Secret Sword of Thousand Streams, Thousand Piles of Snow.

Between the confrontation between the two, the sword qi continued to surge out, devouring and disintegrating each other, and in the blink of an eye, I just don't know how many fierce confrontations have occurred.

Rumble!

Another explosion was heard.

The drums of war died down, and a thousand piles of snow died.

In the sight of the tide watchers, at this time, the tide of the Fengling River and the two people on the tide are full.

This second head-to-head confrontation, the two fought to a draw again.

However, this ..... It's not over yet.

In the end, Lu Qingshan's third sword slashed out.

The Bilang Sword Qianliu, who was already poor in donkey skills, could only barely sacrifice a sword to resist.

Hide?

It's not that he can't hide, but under such a lot of attention, if he dodges, where will the sword pool be famous? Isn't this Fenglingjiang sword washing event a joke?

Therefore, for the sake of the reputation of the sect, he must do his best to block this sword head-on, even if he has to suffer a lot of injuries, he must stop it!

However, he overestimated himself and underestimated Lu Qingshan.

With only one point left in one breath, how could he stop the Zhentian Sword that he could stop with all his might.

This time, the balance was shattered in an instant.

Lu Qingshan's sword light destroyed the layers of waves slashed out by Qianliu, and went straight towards Qianliu, who was already bloodless.

"My life is at stake?" This thought suddenly flashed through Chiryu's mind.

He couldn't believe that he was going to be in this, which he had always regarded as just a game, and he was killed at the Fengling River Sword Washing Conference.

The eyes of the tide watchers were also wide-eyed.

The disciple of the Sword Sect actually wanted to kill the disciple of the Sword Washing Pool in front of everyone?

If this happens, it is conceivable how much turmoil it will set off in the Western Regions.

Lu Qingshan looked at Qianliu's pale and desperate face, smiled indifferently, and immediately turned the sword in his hand.

If you don't decide to do something, you can directly draw your sword and kill him, that is a problem with your brain, not sword cultivation.

Sword cultivation is indomitable in the heart of the Dao, not the way of dealing with people.

Shengbi Lang Sword is already earning back face for the Sword Sect.

Kill a thousand streams? That's what a fool would do.

It's just that Zhentian is coming out, such a powerful sword, even he can't take it back, Lu Qingshan can only turn the blade of the sword and attack others.

But on the Guangling River, who can stop his all-out sword?

Therefore, the object of Lu Qingshan's attack was the tide of the Fengling River under his feet.

On this day, on both sides of the bustling Fengling River, all the tide watchers saw an unforgettable scene.

The two first-line tides that crossed and hugged each other and were reaching their peak came to an abrupt end at their peak.

They were cut straight by a sword.

It's like a miracle.

The water droplets, like large beads and small beads, are empty, and the water vapor also evaporates.

Only the calm Fengling River remains.

Everything is gone, and the tide seems to have never existed.

Like thunder, like hail with the sound of the tide, it also disperses and disappears.

The tide watchers were dumbfounded, and the world was silent for a while.

There was an eerie silence.

The figure of the blue wave sword Qianliu hovered in the air, looking sluggish, not knowing what to think.

A cloud of spiritual power swept by, snatching away the twenty spirit crystals hanging in the air.

Between heaven and earth, only Lu Qingshan's fading light was left, and his last hearty laugh, "The twenty spirit crystals of the Sword Washing Pool, Lu Mou is disrespectful." ”

.......……

Lu Qingshan, a sword breaks the tide of the Lingjiang River.

also broke the sword "tide" of the sword washing pool

It can be called a peerless style.

Li Baohua, a girl who had just entered the WTO, sat on the top of the tide viewing tower, stunned and looked at the figure that gradually disappeared on the Guangling River, and all kinds of thoughts in her heart were like carp snatching food in the pool, surging up and down.

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After a long time, she couldn't help but think obsessively: "It's all ...... past"

That figure, she felt that she might not be able to forget it in her life.......

Li Zhan looked at Li Baohua, whose eyes were full of little stars, and unconsciously sighed for his sister in his heart.

My father once said that it was a kind of luck to meet people who were too amazing when I was young...... It's also a misfortune.