Lu Qingshan nodded to Li Zhao to express his gratitude.

Li Zhao smiled slightly, and the whole person turned into smoke and slowly dispersed.

Looking at the mountain road that still had no end in sight, Lu Qingshan was silent, took a step, and continued to move forward.

Unsurprisingly, there was another roar in his consciousness.

It's a whirlwind.

Before consciousness goes completely blank.

What will the level be like this time?

Lu Qingshan thought so.

……

On top of the mountain.

Li Zhao's figure appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Your Excellency." Li Zhao said respectfully to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The Huangquan Prison Master bowed slightly, looked at Lu Qingshan, who was still walking step by step on the mountain road, and suddenly asked, "Do you think he can pass Yan Qingfeng's state of mind?" ”

"Yes." Li Zhao said firmly.

A look of surprise appeared on the Confucian scholar's face, "So sure? ”

Li Zhao said respectfully: "Although I am not a real swordsman, I can't evaluate too much.

But his temperament is the same as that of my master.

So, in my heart, he is already the best sword cultivator. ”

His master is the most romantic in Zhao State, the first sword god in the rivers and lakes.

"Your Excellency's status is noble, I am just an unreincarnated soul, and I dare not cross it, but if it is according to what I say, at this moment, he can climb to the top of the mountain without other tests." Li Zhao Zhengse said

The Yellow Spring Prison Master was thoughtful, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "Then let's take a look." ”

.......……

Black roofs made of thatch and mud.

Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.

He is an ordinary teenager in a small village under Qingyun Mountain.

There is a Qingyun Gate on Qingyun Mountain, which is a sword cultivation sect.

Occasionally, you can see the immortal sword in it turning into a streamer and leaving the mountain.

Edgeworth.

This is what a teenager longs for and longs for.

Yan Qingfeng knew that he liked swords.

Today is the test day for Qingyunmen to recruit disciples once every ten years.

The clouds and mist that used to permeate Qingyun Mountain have long since dissipated.

Yan Qingfeng went up the mountain step by step.

On it is Qingyun Mountain.

In the open space in front of the huge hall, a middle-aged man in black has a fairy wind and bones.

In the open space, there were nearly a thousand children under the age of twelve, and Yan Qingfeng was also among them.

Cultivation is the first spiritual root talent, even if it is a sword cultivation sect.

The first step of the introductory assessment is to detect the spiritual root.

Those who have spiritual roots are one in a hundred.

One after another, children who were full of hope for mountaineering were shattered their dreams of cultivating immortals.

Only a few lucky people can be allowed to enter the fairy gate.

It's a pity that Yan Qingfeng is not one of the lucky few.

But he didn't want to give up.

He knelt at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain for three days and three nights.

In the end, the six elders of Qingyunmen felt his sincerity and made an exception to accept him into the sect.

On the second day, under Qingyun Mountain, there was a child who had no spiritual roots.

Yan Qingfeng, who was exceptionally included in the Qingyun Gate, has a very low status.

Because the spiritual root is not visible, the progress of cultivation is even more pitiful.

In March, he couldn't even draw spiritual energy into his body.

This made many people in the sect have a lot of complaints about the six elders who accepted Yan Qingfeng's entry.

Although the spiritual root is not obvious, Yan Qingfeng's talent for kendo is far beyond ordinary people.

He happened to see Elder Chuanyi refining qi disciples' swordsmanship in the sect.

Qingyun Sword Technique.

Only those who have cultivated to the third level or higher of Qi refining can practice.

And he, who has been in the beginner for three years, has not yet reached the first level of qi refining, which is regarded as a great shame for Qingyun Sect, and this Qingyun Sword Technique is naturally not qualified to learn.

He only saw the first form, the flat sand and the falling geese.

Itching, he privately took a wooden branch and rehearsed it.

Unexpectedly, unlike the dullness of practicing the exercises, he was obviously just watching the flat sand and wild goose in a hurry, and he could be extremely skilled in the first performance.

Pingsha Luoyan is just the starting move of Qingyun's sword technique, which is very ordinary and not powerful.

Yan Qingfeng only learned this style, and he could only practice it over and over again.

Practice a sword style a thousand times, ten thousand times a day, and after a period of time, even if it is just the most ordinary sword style, it will no longer be ordinary.

What's more, Yan Qingfeng was already extremely talented in swordsmanship.

After March, it will be the Qingyunmen sect competition.

The young disciples all had to go into battle to compete with each other, so that the sect elders could accept the disciples' cultivation results over the years.

Those who perform well will be rewarded.

But this year's sect competition has a different meaning.

Because a new provision has been added.

The last person will be removed from the status of a disciple of Qingyunmen.

Everyone knows that this rule is for Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng also knew.

He didn't speak, and it was useless to say it.

Who cares about his opinion?

He was depressed in his heart, and he practiced flat sand and geese under the moon.

Only by practicing swords can we solve our worries.

It's just that this night, he heard a strange call.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call.

In the back mountain, in the pool, among the rocks of different sizes and shapes, there is a black sword obliquely inserted, the whole body is black, the sword body is immersed in water, and only the hilt of the sword is exposed to the water.

The moment he approached the waterhole, the gravel shot out, and the black sword rose, and the black air around him was steaming, three feet long, and the blade of the sword flashed cold, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face.

Like a monster.

But there was a faint black light flashing on it, and the call from it seemed to be tempting Yan Qingfeng.

I thought about it for a long, long time.

Yan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The moment he held the hilt of the sword, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the terrifying picture contained in the terrifying aura.

There was a sea of blood, countless corpses floated on it, and terrifying birds and crows chirped.

A long bridge over a sea of blood.

He was on the long bridge.

The sight is chilling.

Yan Qingfeng felt a sense of oppression, a sense of oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.

He is like a drowning man, struggling with his mission.

Not far in front of Yan Qingfeng, a terrifying beast that looked like a demon suddenly appeared, roaring fiercely and rushing towards him.

He subconsciously performed the flat sand and falling geese that he had practiced many times.

A sword pierced the throat of the horror beast.

Blood splattered out and sprinkled on his body.

Then, he regained his saneness, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

What's even more weird is that Yan Qingfeng feels sticky all over.

When I looked closely, I found myself covered in blood.

But Yan Qingfeng found that his cultivation had actually reached the fifth level of qi refining.

Looking at the long sword in his hand whose brilliance had already dissipated, Yan Qingfeng understood that it must have been this sword that created all this.

But he also knew that the sword was most likely a monster.

After all, he had seen the strange scene of the sea of blood and corpses in the sky.

I thought about it for a long time.

He remembered the ridicule of his senior brothers, the six elders who had been criticized by his senior uncles because of himself, and the new regulations of the last elimination system.

He silently picked up his sword and jumped into the pool to wash away the blood from his body.

months later.

Qingyunmen Dabi begins.

All the Qingyunmen disciples gathered together.

Including him, the shame of the sect who only learned one style of flat sand and wild goose.

In the first battle, Yan Qingfeng's opponent was Senior Brother Zhang Feng, who usually likes to taunt him.

The cultivation of the sixth layer of qi refining.

Yan Qingfeng's long sword passed through the gap, like an antelope hanging its horns.

Before everyone could react, the tip of the sword had already touched Zhang Feng's throat.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Yan Qingfeng only used one sword, and the most inconspicuous Pingsha Luoyan with one sword defeated Zhang Feng.

Yan Qingfeng passed all the way in the next big competition.

Flat sand and geese.

Flat sand and geese.

Flat sand and geese.

With one move, Yan Qingfeng reached the finals.

In the finals, Yan Qingfeng's opponent was the elder brother of the sect.

Yan Qingfeng, who was ridiculed in the past, stood with a sword, with a free attitude and a heroic spirit.

The sword light is three points faster, and there is a murderous aura in the light.

It was another move to level the sand and fall geese, and the senior brother was defeated by his sword.

Yan Qingfeng became famous in a fight, all the ridicule disappeared, and what ushered in was endless praise.

Everyone said that Yan Qingfeng's flat sand and geese fell not geese, but the blue luans in the sky.

Yan Qingfeng did not bask in praise.

He knew that the sword in his hand was the source of everything, and these praises from others were just water without a source.

Don't drink.

Yan Qingfeng named the sword he picked up by the waterhole the magic sword.

Because this sword is so demonic, every once in a while, it will pull him into that bloody hell and pull him to that bridge.

If he can defeat the terrifying Blood Sea Evil Beast that appeared in the bridge and break free from the Blood Sea Hell, his cultivation will be greatly improved.

At the same time, the evil beasts that appeared in the Blood Sea Hell became more and more terrifying, and their strength became stronger and stronger.

It was getting harder and harder for him to defeat these beasts.

With the ability of the magic sword, Yan Qingfeng's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, becoming the chief of the Qingyun Sect in one fell swoop, and representing the Qingyun Sect to participate in the once-in-a-century battle for the positioning of the thirty-six major sects.

In the battle of positioning, Yan Qingfeng looked at the vertical and horizontal, and his edge was exposed.

He fought all the way to the finals, but his opponent was the chief of the Langya Sword Pavilion who was a whole realm higher than him.

He was finally defeated by the chief sword of the Langya Sword Pavilion.

........

Consciousness is fully conscious.

Lu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked around, there was a sea of people, and there was a hint of awe in the eyes of everyone.

In front of him was the chief disciple of the Langya Sword Pavilion in fluttering clothes, Jiang Xue.

The complexion is like snow, clear and beautiful, like a fairy of the nine heavens.

It's hard to imagine such a beautiful person in the world.

A moment later, there was thunderous applause and a tsunami of thunder.

Lu Qingshan realized.

He became Yan Qingfeng, who had just lost and was in second place.

The six elders in the audience looked at their faces with smiles on their faces.

The second seat, for Qingyunmen, is already an unimaginable promotion, and he couldn't be more satisfied.

Because of the ranking of the thirty-six major sects, Qingyunmen ranked last.

The rankings of other sects also fluctuate from time to time, but only Langya Sword Pavilion, which has firmly occupied the position of the first sect in the world for thousands of years, is the strongest sect deservedly.

Defeat to Langya Sword Pavilion is normal.

"Quiet." The Pavilion Master of the Langya Sword Pavilion suddenly said loudly.

The crowd suddenly fell silent, and their eyes looked at this first person in the cultivation realm to see if he had anything to say.

The Langya Sword Master jumped and landed in the ring, staring at the magic sword in Lu Qingshan's hand with burning eyes.

"Where did Yan Xiaoyou get this sword?"

Lu Qingshan's brows furrowed slightly.

This is just coming and going directly to the big plot.

"From the sect." Lu Qingshan replied.

The Langya Sword Master smiled and said, "Xiaoyou may not know, the origin of this sword is not simple. ”

Langya's words suddenly made all the monks in the field look sideways.

"This sword is the ancient magic sword, named Evil, a sword in the realm.

But there is a blood sea hell hidden in the evil, and the sword master of this sword, once he holds this sword, he will be pulled into the demon realm in the sword and face the threat of the blood sea evil.

If he can successfully kill the evil creatures of the Blood Sea Hell, the Sword Master will be able to cultivate to a great progress.

But the strength of the Blood Sea Evil Creature will only get stronger and stronger, and there is no end.

Once the sword master is defeated by the Blood Sea Evil Beast, he will completely sink, be controlled by the sword, and become a shocking demon who only knows how to kill.

Therefore, the person who holds this sword is a demon cultivator.

Three thousand years ago, the previous sword master was sunk because of this, causing disaster to the world.

It took a lot of effort from my Langya Sword Pavilion to suppress him, but I accidentally let this magic sword escape. ”

"So," the Langya Sword Master said gently, "In order to avoid Xiaoyou's eventual sinking, I hope Xiaoyou can hand over this sword, and I, Langya Sword Pavilion, will forever suppress it at the foot of Langya Mountain."

Of course, this is Xiaoyou's sword, and it will inevitably seem that my Langya Sword Sect is too domineering, as compensation, I can make the decision and compensate Yan Xiaoyou for the Sword of the Immortals, I don't know what you think? ”

"Sect Master?!" Jiang Xue was surprised.

The monks in the audience also exclaimed.

The Langya Sword Master waved his hand, "Yan Xiaoyou has a great talent in swordsmanship, and he is worthy of the Zhuxian Divine Sword, needless to say." ”

Zhuxian Divine Sword is the second divine sword of Langya Sword Pavilion in addition to Langya Sword.

It can also be called the second divine sword in the world.

promised, that is, to exchange the evil for the second divine sword in the world, how can you not lose.

If you don't change it, you will face the danger of being devoured by the evil lord, and you will have to bear the name of demon cultivation.

No matter how you look at this business, there is nothing to hesitate about.

Countless eyes focused on Lu Qingshan at this time.

A mysterious and mysterious force suddenly enveloped Lu Qingshan at this time.

Lu Qingshan also felt this magical power.

The role of this force is also very simple, so that every choice Lu Qingshan makes next is out of his heart, rather than a "correct answer" written in order to pass the test and speculate on the willingness of the questioner.

"No." Lu Qingshan shook his head and replied.

Everyone was in an uproar, and the Langya Sword Master was eyes hidden, "Do you know that if you don't hand over the magic sword today, you will become a demon cultivator who everyone spurns, and you may be devoured by the magic sword at any time." ”

"Whether I am a demon cultivator or not is not something that can be decided by a sword." Lu Aoshan Road.

Langya Sword Master's face was obscure, and he finally flicked his sleeves angrily and turned to leave.

Under the strange gaze of a group of monks, Lu Qingshan returned to Qingyunmen with the second place in the positioning battle.

On Qingyun Mountain, the sect is close at hand.

Lu Qingshan was about to enter the sect.

It's just that at this moment, all the pictures begin to shatter, and the scene changes drastically.

A moment later, Qingyun Mountain became Dai Mountain.

Lu Qingshan returned to Daishan Mountain Road.

In front of him is the character played by Lu Qingshan in the fantasy world, Yan Qingfeng.

"Ask the state of mind, there is a mental guidance, when making any choice in it, no one can make a move against their will," Yan Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and said slowly: "So, deep down in your heart, you are unwilling to change your sword, not just to ask this state of mind, and make a choice with false feelings." ”

"Just why? Why? Yan Qingfeng frowned and said puzzledly: "Why would you rather bear the infamy and identity of demon cultivators?" ”

"It's never the sword itself that defines you, it's the way you use it." Lu Aoshan Road.

Yan Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were full of brilliance, and he muttered and repeated: "It is never the sword weapon itself that defines you, but the way you use it. ”

"But the evil pulled you into the Blood Sea Hell, but the situation of facing the Blood Sea Evil Beast is real.

The Blood Sea Evil Beast is indeed getting stronger and stronger, and you may be defeated next time and suffer from the Devourer.

Don't you feel that fear? Yan Qingfeng asked again.

"Fear does exist," Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly, "But escape is only one of the options. ”

Yan Qingfeng was stunned again, staring at Lu Qingshan's calm and delicate face, and suddenly smiled with relief, and the laughter hovered halfway up the mountain, "Wonderful!" Lu Daoyou is really a wonderful person. ”

Laughing and laughing, Yan Qingfeng's laughter gradually became sad.

"If only I had Lu Daoyou as firm as Lu Daoyou." Yan Qingfeng said regretfully.

He waved his hand.

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is still the master of the Langya sword, and it is still the divine sword for the magic sword.

On one side is the name of the demon cultivator that everyone shouts and beats, and there is the great terror of being devoured at any time, and on the other side is the second divine sword in the world.

There is no reason to refuse.

Yan Qingfeng took the sword.

A hundred years later.

Yan Qingfeng became the sect master of Qingyun Sect.

On the day he took over as the sect master, the Langya Sword Master launched a war of annexation against all the sects in the cultivation realm with monstrous might.

Case after case, like attacking a city.

In the blink of an eye, 36 cases have been surrendered or destroyed.

The Langya Sword Master entered the last sect alone.

Qingyun Gate.

Yan Qingfeng, who had become the sect master of Qingyun Sect, faced the battle.

It's just a sword.

Yan Qingfeng, who can be called invincible in the world, was defeated.

Yan Qingfeng looked at the dark sword in the hand of the Langya Sword Master, and sneered: "In order to unify the cultivation realm, the Langya Sword Master is willing to serve the Demon Sword and become a demon cultivator. ”

The Langya Sword Lord looked at Yan Qingfeng calmly and asked rhetorically, "Who told you that the evil is a demon sword?" ”

Yan Qingfeng was stunned.

"The overall situation has been decided, so I might as well tell you the truth." The Langya Sword Lord sneered, the black mist shrouded, and terrifying scales gradually appeared on his face.

"Evil beast!" Yan Qingfeng exclaimed.

The Langya Sword Lord turned out to be the same as the evil beast in the Blood Sea Hell.

"But evil, there are demons who see it, and the suppression of the evil beasts of heaven and earth is the supreme divine sword, how can it be a magic sword?" Langya Sword Master said with a smile: "Back then, the evil sword presided over the evil sword to suppress the Blood Sea Hell and suppress all the evil beasts into the sword.

Ten thousand years later, the evil sword master of the year has passed away, and I was able to escape the suppression, so the evil wants to suppress me again in every possible way. ”

"But no matter how powerful the evil sword is, it is only a sword, and it can't meet the enemy on its own, so it needs to find a new sword master.

It can endow the sword master with endless divine power, but in order to cultivate the sword master, it will pull the sword master into the blood sea hell and let the sword master be assessed.

Only those who pass the assessment can obtain the corresponding divine power.

The second evil sword master wanted to kill me, but I killed him, but before he died, he threw out the evil sword master.

But the evil flew away for thousands of miles, and I couldn't chase it.

Later, I turned into a human race and took charge of the Langya Sword Pavilion, but I still can't find evil for thousands of years. ”

"And you are the third sword master who is evil in his eyes." The Langya Sword Master sneered: "It's just that it would never have imagined that its own Sword Master would choose to abandon it because of the name of the magic sword I fabricated out of thin air, right?" ”

Yan Qingfeng was like being struck by lightning.

The Langya Sword Master struck again: "But the evil is not a demon sword, but the sword in your hand is a real demon sword." ”

Yan Qingfeng was slightly stunned and looked at the brilliant sword in his hand.

Zhu Xian Divine Sword.

"It's not a demon slayer, it's not a demon slayer, it's an immortal," the Langya sword master said lightly: "In addition to being a demon, what else can an immortal be?"

The Zhuxian Divine Sword has been placed in Langya High Pavilion for thousands of years, and it is precisely because it is a magic sword. ”

"Take the Evil God Sword and exchange it for the Immortal Demon Sword." The Langya Sword Master sneered, "Stupid. ”

The Langya Sword Master swung out another sword, the heavens and the earth flickered and disappeared, and Yan Qingfeng fell.

.......

"I retreated in the face of fear, and I was moved in the face of temptation, but the Evil God Sword chose me, but I didn't deserve it." Yan Qingfeng laughed at himself.

"I am to blame for this kind of ending, and I can't blame others.

I just hate myself for letting the evil be disgraced, making it the magic sword of the Langya Sword Master to bring disaster to the world, and to make the world suffer from evil beasts. ”

Yan Qingfeng let out a long sigh, and also turned sideways, letting go of the narrow mountain path behind him where he could already see the top of Daishan Mountain.

He glanced at Lu Qingshan and said meaningfully, "A sword cultivation like yours is enough to be worthy of any divine sword." ”