The breeze blew the white clothes, Mu Qingliu's words did not fall, and his heart suddenly jumped, feeling the calm and somewhat strange atmosphere in the mountain gate and the dojo, and also saw Wuling City, Sun En and other five people.

Immediately, his eyelids jumped.

Of course, he felt the breath of the other soldiers, but he thought it was just Wuling City, but where did he think that there were actually five major soldiers gathered on Wangquan Mountain.

"Brother Mu has been sitting for many years, and I don't want to go further, but it's a pity, it's a pity ......."

In the dojo, An Qisheng seemed to feel something, and his eyes fell, but it was not Mu Qingliu, but the thing he was holding in his arms.

It was a sword box, and its color was quaint.

Compared with the Heaven Slashing Sword that had not been revived in the body of the young man in white, it seemed that this sword box made him care more about it.

Hearing An Qisheng's exclamation, Mu Qingliu's heart moved, he still didn't know what was contained in this sword box.

It seems that this kingly Taoist actually knows?

"Since Brother Mu has this intention, I will accept this thing."

An Qisheng sighed slightly, as if he was a little regretful.

A hundred zhang away, Mu Qingliu felt a mighty qi rolling in, and rolled slightly, sweeping away the sword box in his arms.

Airplanes~~~

The moment the sword box was raised, the people in the martial arts on and off the mountain, no matter how they cultivated, their hearts were cold.

It was as if he had been pierced through the heart by a sword that was extremely sharp.

Immediately, many people couldn't help but shout and retreat, but when they touched it, they didn't find that they were injured.

"It's ......."

Looking at the sword box that rose into the air, Yan Maniac's eyes lit up.

An Qisheng tapped the back of the chair, his eyes were faint:

"Sword Twenty-Three!"

In the world, there is never only one person who is improving.

In the battle of Hanhai five years ago, several major divine veins had insights, but in addition to himself, the biggest gain was Mu Qingfeng, who almost died with Sword Twenty-two and Pang Wanyang.

Call~

The sword box trembled for a moment, and then suddenly turned into powder.

A sword flicked out.

Swish~

It seemed that lightning struck the sky in the night, and the sword light that swayed in an instant covered everyone's eyes.

A moment later, someone saw the sword that popped out after the sword box shattered.

The divine sword has no handle and no color, or rather, its color is not the color of the world, and it does not have the slightest color to the naked eye, but in the divine sense of many divine veins.

That sword bloomed with clear water and blue sky.

With a slight sense, it seems to see the mountains and clear water, as well as the flawless swordsman who sits quietly on the top of the mountain, and his breath is as cold as a mountain spring.

Mu Qingfeng.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes, and the swordsman on the top of the mountain also raised his eyes, separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but the two seemed to see each other.

Everything is in this sword of divine will.

The mountains of Qizhou.

Between the green mountains and clear waters, Mu Qingfeng seemed to be aware, looking at the clouds in the sky, and seemed to see the white-clothed Taoist.

Five years ago, he broke the Hanhai with his sword, and then he abandoned the sword and sat quietly by the lake for five years, forgetting all kinds of swordsmanship.

Until a few days ago, all the twenty-two swords he had seen before.

Finally into a type of sword twenty-three.

He felt that this sword was already his limit, the limit of the world, and even if there were another ten, a hundred years, or three hundred years, he would not be able to make the slightest progress.

Only then did he feel the feeling of Pang Wanyang.

Everything in the world is empty, but the Tao is in front of you but you can't move forward half a step, how helpless is this?

"Big brother, why do you .......?"

Mu Qinghua stood not far away, looking at his brother's back, his face was a little gloomy:

"Even if there is a breakthrough, why do you have to choose the 100th birthday of the king Taoist?"

Mu Qinghua's heart was gloomy.

He is Mu Qingfeng's younger brother, since he was a child, he has followed his brother to learn swords, martial arts, Mu Qingfeng is also a brother and a father to him.

Even though I knew his intentions, I still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

I want him to stay a few more days, even if it's just a few days.

"This congratulatory gift, An Daoyou won't mind, Mu Qingfeng has learned all his life, he has adhered to it all his life, and he has pursued it all his life, He Xun Pang Wanyang?"

Mu Qingfeng didn't look back, his back was to his brother, and his voice rarely had a trace of warmth:

"I have been alone all my life, I have no heirs, let alone apprentices, and Wanjian Villa is all taken care of by you, so it's hard work."

"Big brother!"

Mu Qinghua's body trembled, and he couldn't help but burst into tears: "Big brother, my brother is reluctant to ....... you"

"Gathering is fate, separation is also fate, just as I was born between the green mountains and clear waters, the green mountains and clear waters are still the same, I am just a passerby........"

Mu Qingfeng's figure was straight, and his voice gradually returned to calm:

"Little brother, the way forward, I want you to go alone!"

The fog was thick in the mountains, and the breeze that came with the words blew, and the mist swirled down, enveloping Mu Qingfeng.

Bang!

At that time, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the sky, and dark clouds came from nowhere, instantly enveloping the entire Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

Between the mountains, it was as if they were in eternal night.

But it seemed to be only for a moment, and with a roar of thunder, the dark clouds dispersed again.

Poof!

Mu Qinghua fell to his knees, his heart aching:

"Big brother!"

Buzz ~~~

On the top of the Wangquan Mountain, a sword roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar suddenly sounded.

In an instant, the sword light was like a great sun descending on the top of the mountain, and under the light of the brilliant sword, dozens of miles were full of sword light!

Many people subconsciously retreated, drumming up their internal strength and true qi to protect themselves.

But I only felt that the sword aura was like light, like a spring breeze, like green mountains and clear water, like a sea of mist and clouds, and there was no trace of fierceness.

Look up.

I saw that in the increasingly brilliant sword light, there seemed to be a figure of a white-clothed swordsman looming, which seemed to be illusory and real.

"This!"

In the dojo, many divine veins stood up in unison, looking at this scene, their faces changed, and they saw Mu Qingfeng's state at this time.

Yan Maniac even shouted:

"Mu Qingfeng, are you crazy, or don't you want to live anymore?!"

Bang!

As the Yan madman shouted and scolded, in the distant sky, there was faint thunder rolling in, and dark clouds seemed to condense in all directions, and the celestial phenomena changed in an instant!

The tumbling thunder, as if enraged, became more and more grand and surging.

"Grandpa?!"

Seeing the flickering figure in the sword light, Mu Qingliu's eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he wanted to say something, but his divine consciousness suddenly shook.

Inside the dojo, an indescribable sword light was felt.

Several people in Wuling City looked at each other.

This sword light does not seem to be the slightest bit powerful, but the purity of the divine intent in it is a little unbelievable.

They never imagined that a person's divine will could be so pure.

Was this man a sword in his last life?

If it weren't for the fact that Mu Qingliu had already known that Mu Qingliu was the Extreme Demon Heaven Slashing Sword Master, Wuling City would have thought that this person was the Heaven Slashing Sword Master!

"Why bother?"

Seeing Mu Qingfeng, who was illusory like a cloud in the sword light, An Qisheng was both a little admired and a little regretful.

The out-of-body will of God will inevitably lead to changes in the heavens, and under the rolling thunder, it will inevitably be the end of the soul.

Unless, it is possible to break the gate of heaven.

Mu Qingfeng's move is a real place of death, but whether he can live in the future is difficult to predict.

Even at this time, Mu Qingfeng's divine will was not inferior to Pang Wanyang five years ago.

However, in the end, the grasp of the qi machine depends on the individual.

Even if An Qisheng could grasp that qi machine by himself, he couldn't guarantee that Mu Qingfeng would be able to capture that qi machine at this time.

"When I was young, among many brothers and sisters, I was the only one who didn't care about swordsmanship, and I played in the mountains every day, and they only said that I didn't like to practice swords, but I didn't know that I only needed to look at it, and I surpassed the master who taught swordsmanship in the villa........"

Mu Qingfeng stood in the sword light, drifting like mist.

The thunder rolling in the sky, the countless eyes in the mountain gate of the dojo, the shouting and scolding of Yan madmen, and Mu Qingliu's exclamation of sorrow, he didn't seem to have heard it at all, and he didn't care.

In his gaze, there was only the Taoist who was in the middle of the black and white dojo, just like the black and white Taiji diagram.

"I was seventeen years old that year, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Villa, thousands of swordsmen, no one is better than my swordsmanship, they thought that I met a stranger to teach swordsmanship, in the mountains to pursue me for several years, but I can't see it at all, the grass, trees, bamboos and stones in the mountains can be swords, the green mountains and clear waters are all my teacher......

Heaven and earth pass on all kinds of swordsmanship, and I should return a sword to heaven and earth! ”

In the words that were as cold as a clear spring, the sword light in the sky was collected.

Bang!

The silver snake-like thunder pierced the sky, winding like a dragon The moment it fell, Mu Qingfeng moved with the sword, pointing directly at An Qisheng:

"This sword is called Sword Twenty-Three!"

Airplanes~

As soon as the sword light was fired, everything was silent, and time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

The wind doesn't blow, the clouds don't flow, and the dust floating between the heavens and the earth is stagnant, even the thunder and electric snake that falls from the sky seems to be stagnant in mid-air.

The mountain gate, the thousands of martial arts people in the dojo, only felt an indescribable fluctuation spread and spread, as if they were completely sealed in it.

They can see the frozen world, but they seem to have lost control of their bodies.

Even if it was like a sea of clouds, a great master of the divine veins like Wang Zhenlong, Wuling City, Mu Qingliu, Sun En and other military masters seemed to stop in place and couldn't move.

I could only watch as the endless and amazing sword light struck at a speed that seemed to be extremely slow, but actually surpassed the limits of the world.

That wisp of sword light was no longer the previous Xuanhe, but it was more thrilling, with this sword penetrating through, they seemed to see the green mountains and green waters, the clouds and clouds, the white-clothed sword immortals, and the heavens and the earth.

It's as if the sword light contains the whole world!

Because of heaven and earth, the sword is returned, so it is returned to the world!

In the middle of the dojo, An Qisheng's eyes shone like a mirror, reflecting this stunning sword light:

"This is the twenty-three ........ of the sword"

The sword light is like water, like the wind, like mountains and rivers, like birds, beasts, insects and fish, without the slightest killing edge, once it is crossed, it brings the ultimate terrifying scene.

Where its sword light passed, it suddenly became a complete void, nothingness.

Whether it is light or dust, everything tangible and intangible has been killed, worn out, and erased, as if it had never existed between heaven and earth!

Heaven and earth are ruthless, and all things are dogs!

The most ruthless person in the world is nothing more than heaven and earth itself!

The last of the ruthless is the sword of heaven and earth!

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