"That realm of Qingyun Mountain was given by you?"

The woman in Tsing Yi stood on the bamboo raft, the green silk was slightly scattered under the river breeze, but the dress was uniquely heroic, the long sword had not yet been unsheathed, but there was a sword chanting like a mountain stream and chanting gently.

Li Qiufeng is dressed in white and snow, his head is not crowned, his cloak is scattered but he is free and easy, and his ten fingers pluck the strings in front of him, and the sound of the piano is melodious.

"It's not a gift, after all, if there is no exclusive domain realm in Canglan Dao, it is always a little unworthy of the name, in recent years, the rest of the forces in Canglan Dao have become stronger and stronger, and the Dao Lord Song refers to the weak Yang, and a new force is needed to break this situation."

Everyone thought that it was because of Qingyunzi's father, and only a few people knew that the recent drastic changes in Canglan Dao were just Li Qiufeng's support for Song Zhiyang, the master of Canglan Dao, and set his position right.

The sound of the sword groaning suddenly changed momentum, the river wind changed direction, the sound was hoarse and roaring, and the aura of slaughter rose to the sky.

"It is rumored that Song Zhiyang, the Taoist master of Canglan Dao, has a daughter named Song Chan'er, who does not cultivate spirits, but is as fat as snow, his breath is ethereal, his eyes are microwaved, his smile is like the moon, and his body is soft and soft......"

The black hair danced lightly in the wind, Li Qiufeng chuckled, his ten fingers were plucked, the sound of the piano changed suddenly, and the blue sky of Cangqing River exploded under the white sun.

"Not only that, Song Chan'er is better at cooking, tea art is also excellent, and she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and songs, especially dancing in long skirts, which makes people pity."

For the woman who can wait on the side when she plays the piano, put tea and compose music, or dance with the sound of the piano, guess the melody step by step, like a woman who has the same heart as herself, Li Qiufeng is not stingy with praise.

With Li Qiufeng's words, there was a loud thunder on the bamboo raft, and there was a faint flash of lightning.

"Why doesn't she do spiritual training?"

If it was an ordinary woman, hearing the man next to her praise another woman like this, she would already have a sour taste, but this woman in Tsing Yi was not ordinary.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Li Qiufeng couldn't help but recall that he had asked Song Chan'er the same thing.

"Why don't you practice spiritually?"

"Spiritual cultivation is boring, everyone in the world cultivates spiritually, but I don't cultivate spiritually!"

Li Qiufeng also responded to the woman in Tsing Yi with these words.

Boring?

Turning the void into the sky, immortality, is also boring?

The woman in Tsing Yi stopped talking, and the thunder on the bamboo raft was intermittent, but it was a thick cloud.

"It's going to rain."

A drop of crystal rolled down the jade plate, the bamboo raft on the Cangqing River was light, Li Qiufeng put away the guzheng, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and approached the woman in Tsing Yi.

"Zheng!"

The long sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at Li Qiufeng.

There seemed to be no surprise, without dodging or dodging, the long sword passed through Li Qiufeng's eyebrows.

"Concentrate on nothingness!"

The woman in Tsing Yi let out a low shout, but the sword momentum reversed, and three swords came out in a row.

Li Qiufeng, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella, turned sideways slightly, missed a sword, and then stepped backwards on the bamboo raft, missed the second sword, stepped on the river and bloomed with clear lotus, the oil-paper umbrella was propped on top of the woman in Tsing Yi, and the third sword quietly fell short.

"If you fight the sword master with this, you will surely be defeated, and if you are defeated, you will die."

"What is there to fear from death!"

With another sword, slashing at the umbrella pole, Li Qiufeng did not give an inch, and forced back step by step.

"It is rumored that the contemporary sword master of the sword shrine, Mo Mingtian, cultivated the dry sword spirit, broke the love and decided righteousness, and turned into a void with a lonely and widowed body, breaking the division of power in Yuezhou for many years in one fell swoop, and leading the sword mound to become one of the five major forces in Yuezhou, and even the Benluo Dao family is dominant."

Every time he said a word, Li Qiufeng forced him to take a step back, but the sword momentum of the woman in Tsing Yi was a little stronger.

Approaching the edge of the bamboo raft, the sword momentum seemed to reach its peak, exploding, the bamboo raft was torn apart, Li Qiufeng's black hair was flying, his white robe was agitated, and he stood on the surface of the river.

"If Mo Mingtian knows that he also has a daughter, who also cultivates the withered sword, and has even reached the Tibetan God Realm, I don't know if he is happy or sad, the happy thing is that maybe you can become a stepping stone for his withered sword to go further, and the sad thing is that he is the master of the sword mound and the sword, but there is only one woman to inherit the mantle."

The eyes of the woman in Tsing Yi were red, and behind her, there was a lonely grave faintly emerging, and on top of the lonely grave, a long sword was inserted.

"I was never his daughter!"

Li Qiufeng's brows furrowed slightly, but he was unmoved.

A giant palm appeared out of thin air, holding the lonely tomb in the palm of his hand.

"You are more extreme than Mo Mingtian, if you don't give up the withered sword, when you turn into nothingness, it will be the day you die!"

The sound was like thunder, and the words exploded in the heart of the woman in Tsing Yi, but it was meaningless, and even more dry graves slowly emerged.

One, two, three......

Counting the dry graves in the giant palm, there are nine.

"Withered sword and burial sword, you are more suitable for the sword mound than anyone else, but you hate the sword mound more than anyone else!"

Li Qiufeng's expression was solemn for the first time, his body trembled, and the giant palm holding the lonely tomb was shattered.

Nine long swords were slowly pulled out from the nine dry graves, and the woman in Tsing Yi gently raised her feet, one sword at a time.

"These nine swords, each sword, is his Mo Mingtian's murderous sword, I never cultivate a withered sword, but every sword of mine is a withered sword, I have never entered the Valley of the Buried Sword, but every sword of mine is for the burial of Mo Mingtian!"

Its voice, the hatred is monstrous, its momentum, the killing intent is monstrous!

However, the more this is the case, the more Li Qiufeng pities the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him.

With the nine swords dry grave as the spirit, forcibly enlighten the spirit, step into the opening of the mystery, every time a sword is buried, it will break the mirror one order, and the nine swords will be buried, and then step into the late stage of the Tibetan God Realm.

And now, this woman wants to condense the nine swords as a god, forcibly break the mirror, and step into the void.

It can break the mirror, but it can also kill you.

This is something Li Qiufeng can't bear to see.

"Mo Mingtian has reached the middle stage of the Void Realm, you are sacrificing your life to enter the Void, and you are just helping him go one step further."

Li Qiufeng, who had only met with Mo Mingtian before, said in one sentence the spiritual cultivation realm of the contemporary sword master of the Sword Shrine.

Then a little eyebrows, a fiery red maple leaf appeared in the center of the eyebrows, Cangqing River suddenly turned into a sea of fire, Li Qiufeng stood in the sea of fire like a god, as if he wanted to burn the sky and destroy the earth.

The nine gradually condensed swords were forced back to the dry grave by it, and even the dry grave dissipated after the long sword returned.

Li Qiufeng approached the woman in Tsing Yi step by step.

"If you haven't met me, you will die, but once you meet me, I want you to live, who dares to want you to die!"

A giant sword entwined in flames stabbed out from between Li Qiufeng's eyebrows, pierced into the spiritual sea of the woman in Tsing Yi, pierced the dry graves, burned the meaning of the burial sword, and ignited the spiritual sea of its twilight and death.

"The Sword Shrine has gone astray since Mo Mingtian, and today I will start with you and put the Sword Shrine in order!"

"The burial sword is not a burial, but it is actually hidden, three thousand sword armor in the Burial Sword Valley, three thousand swords in the body, I will send you into the Burial Sword Valley, and another sword path, three thousand hidden swords can be turned into nothingness, and the void can be cut into Mo Mingtian!"

On this day, the Cangqing River evaporated dozens of feet of water out of thin air.

It was also on this day that Li Chunsheng and his second apprentice Yi Changtian boarded the Benluo Road in Yuezhou and shouted in front of the gate of Jianzun Mountain.

"Huo Feng Sword Saint junior brother Yi Changtian came to keep the promise, and buried the three thousand sword armor in the Sword Valley, and I can break it alone!"