Everyone says that sword cultivation is chic, drinking and singing and dancing gracefully, but Ju Quezi never feels that he lives very freely, sometimes he will also think, if he does not become a sword cultivator, will he go on another path in life, he did have a choice when he was young, their group of orphans, when they were eight or nine years old, Wanfa Sect once held a practice conference with Jianmen, and the two sects decided to exchange two disciples after the meeting, and the candidates on Jianmen's side were determined in their group of orphans.

When the master asked him if he wanted to go, he hesitated and finally chose to refuse.

Why?

In fact, he can't remember the specific reason, maybe he didn't really have a reason, maybe it was because the sky in Jianmen was very blue at that time, and the senior brother was very interesting, or maybe it was because he felt that Jianxiu was very handsome, and children didn't like this? Or, it was just because she smiled very well behind her at that time.

Juque Zi galloped through the air, there was no expression on his face, his lips were tightly pursed, the red chain-like lines seemed to be thicker, covering most of the skin on his face, the Juque sword in his hand flashed with red light, he danced the sword wide, the wanton sword light shone on the Juque Peak, the terrifying howl suppressed all the sounds in the heaven and earth, he had not used the sword so arbitrarily for many years, a trace of pleasure rose in his heart, and it became more and more prosperous, accumulating into a hearty sense of comfort.

No one in the Tianyuan Realm of the demon clan is his opponent, the giant sword is like a real Jun Mountain, this giant sword known as the sword of the guardian also shows a strong oppressive force at this time, when a sword is shot from the top of the head, even the patriarch of the royal clan is difficult to beat its edge.

The giant que swept across the demon clan on the top of the mountain.

It's a shame she's not here.

Ju Que Zi sighed lightly, Qin Yan, the third junior sister, the peak master of Zhiyan Peak, each of her images quickly flashed in front of her eyes, the playful and cute when she was a child, the slim and graceful when she was a girl, the mature and charming when she grew up, the nervousness and shyness when she held the sword for the first time, the pale face when she killed for the first time, the joy and excitement of winning in the sect competition for the first time, the solemnity and calmness when she became the peak master of Zhiyan Peak, the seriousness when she was still in the main hall where the candle was still swaying late at night when she was still swaying in the candlelight, the elegance of the four factions when she danced with the sword in the sky, the frowning brows when arguing with him, the puffed lips when she fought with him with a sword, and the crooked eyebrows and eyes when she smiled back at him。

He had forgotten many things, but only hers had been remembered very clearly for so many years.

Ju Que Zi suddenly shouted, all the anger in his heart burst out, the Juque Sword flew out of his hand, went straight to the sky at a very fast speed, and fell down at a faster speed, the Juque Sword shuttled in the sword gate, swept all the sea water, and the sword qi turned into more than a dozen storms, enveloping the sea water and rising into the sky.

The storm grew bigger and bigger, the sword qi inside roared non-stop, sharp and incomparable, blowing through the mountains and rivers of the sword gate along the way, sweeping the sea water, and also rolling up countless trees and rocks, Ju Que Zi raised his right hand high, the double moon in his eyes shone non-stop, and the moon shadow above his head suddenly shone brightly, falling thousands of moons, and the storm fused together.

The storm of sword qi spread to the sky at an extremely fast speed, and soon it was as high as most of the giant peaks, and these storms continued to move towards the east, and they had already rushed out of the range of the sword gate, heading straight for the upside-down mountain, as if they were going to tear the entire upside-down mountain apart, this kind of heroic momentum not only frightened the demon race, but even the monks of the human race were also surprised.

"This is the power that only a half-emperor can have......"

Chen Chang looked at the storm that was still getting bigger, his face was pale, as a sword cultivator, he naturally longed for this kind of powerful combat power, but he also knew very well that in this life, he might not have a chance to become a half-emperor.

Ju Quezi's heart was pounding, it was not difficult for him to perform this move, with the help of the Juque Sword, he had already crossed the obstacle that lay in front of countless Tianyuan Realm cultivators, and had even touched the side of the Half Emperor, which made him have a trace of joy and relief, in the past few decades, he had been regretting, if he had the opportunity to continue to take charge of the Lihuo Sword and take that domineering sword path, would he have already had the opportunity to touch the threshold of the Huyi Realm?

Sometimes, there is no chance to start over in life.

But if you can taste your dreams, even if it doesn't take long, it's good.

Ju Quezi's right hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

More than a dozen sword qi storms accelerated abruptly, one by one, frantically rushing towards the giant peak that hung upside down in the heaven and earth.

If you come to attack my sword gate, I will naturally have to exchange courtesy, and return your sword first!

The Upside-Down Mountain seemed to sense the danger, and ten thousand rays of light flowed from the top of the mountain at the bottom, quickly spreading to the entire mountain, and the upside-down mountain's mountain protection array woke up in an instant, and it had been sleeping for a full seven thousand years.

No one has ever seen such a terrifying scene, just like the destruction of the world, the storm as high as a mountain peak slammed into another giant peak, at this time, even the thunder had to be ashamed of the weakness of the voice, all the monks and demon clans on the sword gate had to stop, sealing the five senses, but there were still slow reactions, and streams of blood immediately flowed out of their ears, and the most terrifying thing was the aura storm that surged like a tide, making everyone feel that they were small duckweed in the big waves.

The storm shattered, and the swept sea water poured like a torrential rain, and under the blowing of the strong wind, it turned into a heavy rain, pouring the Lingxu Mountain Range through.

But that's just the beginning.

The remaining twelve sword qi storms were fierce and slammed into the Upside Down Mountain in turn.

It's scary.

Ju Que Zi himself also narrowed his eyes, he didn't think that he still had such a chic day, his heartbeat seemed to be getting faster and faster, but he didn't know if it was because of the secret technique or because he was too excited, even if the Juque Sword had left his hand, the sword qi in it was still pouring into Ju Quezi's spiritual sea, he raised his hand, and found that the whole hand had turned red, and the chain-like lines were winding and circling on his hand, like a scar.

It's ugly.

Ju Que Zi thought silently, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the forbidden place of the Spirit Ruins not far away, he glanced at it, looked at it again, and then stared at it tightly as if he was uncontrollably.

Now that it is so powerful, can it break in again? Her body should still be there, because of the chaotic situation back then, almost all the elders of the Sword Gate fought on their own, he has never been able to see her corpse, for so many years, she has been lying in an unknown corner, the fallen leaves return to the roots, she, and those elders, should go home.

Ju Que Zi could barely control the thoughts in his heart, and he slowly flew eastward, but it was only a moment before he immediately reacted, this war was not over yet.

He glanced at Lihuo Peak, Su Qi was muttering something, his face was ugly, Lu Celadon was clenching his sword with a painful expression, and Zhao Riyue had big tears on his face.

The living are more important.

Ju Que Zi laughed, he raised his head, and the Demon Ancestor was also looking at him.

The giant sword rises in the air, and it will not be rude, and you will return the second sword.