Night.

The mountain behind Tongtian Peak, the forbidden place of Qingyun.

The Phantom Moon Cave Mansion was originally just a small cave with a little-known name, but two thousand years ago, the Qingyun Gate Founding Patriarch Qingye Daoren retreated here to enlighten the Tao, and obtained an unknown ancient scroll and an ancient sword in the cave, which made this ordinary small cave famous all over the world, until now it has become a holy place that everyone knows in the world of cultivating immortals.

The unique Zhuxian Sword in the sky and on the earth is stored in the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the half-moon crescent moon hung quietly in the sky, spreading a white light like a silver veil, bringing a glimmer of light to the towering peaks.

Two figures silently appeared between the mountain forest path leading to the ancestral hall and the Phantom Moon Cave Mansion, the grass and trees on both sides of the road were lush, the pines and cypresses were evergreen, and the branches and leaves shook as the mountain wind blew, making a rustling sound.

These two people are Qi Fang and Wan Wan, they are like sightseeing tourists, watching the Seven Veins Huiwu in Yunhai Square during the day, and then taking away the soul rod from the Yunda Bamboo Peak Valley, and by the way, Tian Buyi was put down, and after nightfall, they ran to the forbidden place in the mountain behind Qingyunmen.

In the moonlight, the figures of the two looked a little dreamy, floating forward like two ghosts.

Suddenly, the rustling sound suddenly became loud, like the sound of someone stepping on fallen leaves.

Naturally, it was not Qi Fang and Wan Wan who made this sound, they were thieves who came to steal the Zhuxian Ancient Sword, how could any thief make such a loud footsteps?

The sound of "rustling" is getting closer.

The two looked up, only to see a rickety figure slowly appear in front of them, this person bent over slightly, as if overwhelmed by the years, wrinkles like knives on his face, as if telling the passage of time.

Seeing this person, Qi Fang's face showed a little smile, and said, "Old man, why don't you sleep at such a late hour?" ”

"People are old and can't sleep, but you two young people, why don't you go to sleep and come here in the middle of the night?" The rickety old man raised his head, his cloudy gaze fell on the two of them, it seemed that they were already candles in the wind, and they didn't have many days to live.

"I heard that there is a Phantom Moon Cave Mansion here, and there is a Zhuxian Sword in the cave. We have been known for this sword for a long time and want to see it. Qi Fang said casually, as if he was talking about his parents, very casually.

"The Zhuxian Sword is just a sword, there is nothing to look at. Where you came from, go back. The old man said.

"Can't you be accommodating?"

Qi Fang asked, seeing the old man shaking his head, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "Okay, if you can't see the Zhuxian Sword, it is not worth it to see the ten thousand swords that shocked the world a hundred years ago." ”

"Brush!"

The cloudy eyes of the rickety old man suddenly became brighter, and two rays of light bloomed in his eyes, making the dark space bright.

"I can't imagine that there are still people who remember the name Wan Jianyi now." Wan Jianyi's gaze looked at the two of them like lightning, looking them up and down with a scrutinizing light. "In just one hundred years, there have been such outstanding young talents in the world of immortal cultivation. Who are you, and who are you who can teach such a great disciple? ”

"Seniors might as well guess." Qi Fang said lightly.

"Your Excellency's qi and blood are amazing, comparable to the ancient fierce beasts, and what you want to cultivate is the method of tempering the physique. This kind of method is the best in Tianyin Temple's "Great Brahman", followed by the secret method of forging the body of the two schools of demons and Taoism. Your Excellency does not have the slightest hint of Buddhism, and what you are cultivating should be the secret method of cultivation of the Demon Sect or the Daomen, but what kind of secret method it is, the old man can't see it. Wan Jianyi's gaze stayed on Qi Fang for a moment, and then fell on Wan Wan again. This little girl is not shallow, and her breath is not revealed at all. But there are three extremely fierce monsters on her, I think they should be born in the Demon Dao, as for what sect it is, but the old man can't guess. ”

"The eyes of the predecessors are like torches, which is admirable." Qi Fang applauded lightly, then his tone changed, and he said in a condensed voice: "But I don't know if the swordsmanship of my predecessors is as good as my eyesight." ”

"You'll find out if you try it." Wan Jian said solemnly, and his rickety body suddenly straightened, like a long sword out of its sheath, its edge was exposed, and the sword qi rushed straight to Yunxiao.

"You're welcome to be down there."

Qi Fang took one step, and the soles of his feet seemed to be stepping on the drum, making a muffled sound of "dong", and the entire mountain trembled slightly, shaking the mountain for a while.

An oppressive aura from the ancient era emanated from Qi Fang's body, and the mountains and seas poured towards the ten thousand swords.

Domineering and awe-inspiring, such as the ancient gods, soldiers who surrender without a fight, cowardly people, rushed by this domineering, afraid that they will be frightened and bold, so they bow their heads.

At the same time, Qi Fang's arm stretched out, and his five fingers became claws, bringing up a sound of breaking wind, like a dragon going out to sea, grabbing ten thousand swords with the momentum of swallowing the eight desolations.

"Hmph."

Wan Jian snorted coldly, although he only had a half-bald broom in his hand, he had ten thousand sword qi in his heart. I saw him swing his broom, and countless cyan sword qi shot out from the branches of the broom, sweeping towards the two of them like a storm.

"Broken!"

Qi Fang let out a low shout, and a golden light appeared on his palm, and then rushed out, turning into a golden dragon, fangs and claws and rushing forward, like lightning, a huge mouth, biting on the roaring cyan sword qi.

"Bang!"

An air explosion sounded.

The golden dragon and cyan sword qi exploded at the same time, and in an instant, the light brightened, and the small woods were all reflected in gold and blue.

The air waves rolled out, blowing the pines and cypresses on both sides "whooshing". I don't know what kind of trees are here, and they didn't fall down in such a violent air wave.

Shocked by the momentum, the two of them took a step back at the same time.

A broken branch fell.

There was only one bald handle left in the broom in Wan Jian's hand, he threw the bald handle away, compared his right hand to a sword finger, and stabbed into the void, a cyan sword light rose into the sky, the momentum was amazing, and even the light of the bright moon became dimmed. I saw his feet stepping, his left hand quickly pinched a spell, his right arm waved down, and he shouted softly: "Kill the ghosts and gods!" ”

The turquoise sword was like a pillar of optimus, pushing the golden mountain and slashing down towards Qi Fang like a jade pillar.

As soon as Qi Fang's palm was flipped, the Qingsong sword appeared in his palm, and then he held the sword with both hands, making a shape of opening the heavens and the earth, the divine power was wildly destroyed, and the long sword slashed away: "Open the second style of the sky!" ”

A golden sword qi rushed out, quickly soaring, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant sword qi several zhang long, colliding with the cyan sword light that slashed down, making an earth-shattering loud sound.

"Boom!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding in the back mountain, and the sound spread far away, echoing back and forth among the seven mountain peaks, waking up all the disciples and elders who lived in the front hall of Tongtian Peak.

Countless people rose into the air and looked back at the mountain.

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