The stone sword on the broken peak is simple and unpretentious, the mottled sword body is uneven, pitted, and the blade is not sharp, but the powerful momentum is rushing to the face, like a giant beast standing quietly, as if ready to tear the enemy to pieces at any time.

The Eight Desolation Sword was trembling slightly, emitting a joyful sound like a chess opponent, and Su Qi's spiritual sea was also surging, and the eighteen words on the divine platform flickered non-stop, almost jumping out.

"What a strong sword intent," Su Qi muttered.

On this broken peak, there is an unimaginable sword intent, desolate, violent, with an indomitable murderous aura, a small realm has been built in the world here, isolated from the world, and it is difficult for anyone to cross.

"Is that the Half Emperor?" Yu Yu tried to get closer to the broken peak, but his body was stabbed by the sharp sword intent and had to stop.

Su Qi slowly shook his head, "It's not that half-emperor who is not a sword cultivator, and he doesn't have any sword intent on his body." ”

"But the one who can leave this level of sword intent here is probably at least a half-emperor. ”

"I'll take a look. Su Qi said softly.

He closed his eyes, the sun and moon sword array in his body soared into the air, eighty-one swords spun rapidly in the spiritual sea, the word Eight Desolations on the divine platform trembled slightly, the spiritual light became more and more prosperous, the Eight Desolations Sword behind him roared softly, the white cloth wrapped around the sword body fell solemnly, and a barbaric and ancient sword intent was intertwined on the tip of the sword.

The two sword intents collided in the air, and the Eight Desolation Sword was obviously much weaker, but Su Qi's sword intent was also pure, and the unhindered communication with the Eight Desolation Sword allowed his aura to turn into sword intent without hindrance, attracting the purest power in the Eight Desolation Sword.

Sword intent has never had an absolute relationship with the cultivation realm, a sword cultivator of the Empty Ming Realm, although his combat power is unparalleled, and he can slay demons and eliminate demons with a wave of sword qi, but his sword intent may not be strong, while a monk who only has the Spirit Sea Realm can have extremely pure sword intent.

In the same realm, the sword cultivation with pure sword intent was far stronger than those with mixed sword intent several times.

And the owner of this stone sword can be said to be a figure who has reached the pinnacle of sword cultivation, even if it has spanned countless years, the sword intent pinned on this stone sword is not much weaker, compared to Su Qi, it is like a stream meeting the sea.

But Su Qi was not competing to see whose sword intent was stronger.

Instead, he used the vast sword intent like the sea to temper his sword heart.

The Eight Desolation Sword shook in the air, large drops of sweat fell on Su Qi's face, his sword intent converged into a bundle, broke into the realm of the stone sword, and walked through it with difficulty, Su Qi's divine sense was full of tingling pain, and the tearing like a knife cut made his consciousness begin to blur.

But his sword intent has undergone a thousand tempers in that field, from a bundle to a thread, more refined, more powerful.

He pointed his finger on his leg, and a wisp of sword qi flew out, forcibly sobering himself up.

A small boat flew in the storm, undulating with the waves, and it was as long as a day in an instant, I don't know how long it lasted, the wind gradually weakened, and a ray of sunlight pierced the dark clouds and cast on the water, and all the killing opportunities were hidden.

The sword intent of the stone sword was silent for a moment.

The world was turned upside down in front of Su Qi, and the stone sword began to present the past in front of him one by one.

A man with a stone sword in his hand had his back to him, he was wearing an ancient costume, although it was similar to the poor Fang Division, but the ornamentation was obviously different, it was obvious that he was from another barbarian tribe, and the stone sword in his hand was not as large as Su Qi had seen, only three feet long.

In front of him, there was a high peak, a huge golden eye floated on the top of the mountain, full of dazzling golden light, countless Dao marks fell from the golden eye, turning into a killing machine, caged towards this man.

The man held the sword, and with a wave of his hand, the mighty sword qi rushed out, the sky was torn, the curl marks were powder, and the sword qi was volleyed, splitting the golden giant eye in half, and suddenly there was blood spraying all over the sky.

He raised his hand and slashed the giant peak in two, and a screaming golden-armored man fell from the top of the mountain, blood flowed from his forehead, and the man looked at the sword in his hand and threw it hard.

The stone sword rose with the wind, getting bigger and bigger, and smashed the golden-armored man, thudding it into the broken peak.

The man looked back at Shi Jian and whispered a word, which spanned the eternal years, and his voice was faint, like whispering in Su Qi's ear.

"Look, remember. ”

The man's hand pinched a sword trick, the sword qi swirled around his hand, he pointed out, the sword intent condensed into substance, and quickly fell on the stone sword, and the spirit patterns flowed down from the stone sword, spreading like a spider web to the entire broken peak, like a large array, sealing the golden armor man.

The man put his hands behind his back and let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to say something, but finally gave up, and he waved his hand softly, as if saying goodbye.

The figure slowly drifted away, and all the illusions vanished.

Su Qi blinked and found Yu Su standing in front of him, looking worried.

"The master of the stone sword is a great emperor of the barbarians. ”

Su Qi said softly, when he saw that peerless and independent figure, he immediately determined that the other party was a great emperor.

"Poor Fang?" asked Yu Su.

"No, the ornaments are different, I'll draw them for you," Su Qi sketched a few ornaments on the ground, "Do you recognize them?"

"This is the Dating Clan!" Yu Su suddenly exclaimed, his face full of incredulity, and grabbed Su Qi's shoulders, "You really read that right?"

"Nope. Su Qi shook his head, the impact that man brought to him was too strong, and it was impossible for him to remember it wrongly.

"This is an extremely ancient barbarian tribe, almost side by side with the history of the human race! But it has long disappeared into history," Yu Su looked excited, "The reason why the Taiyin Emperor embarked on that road of no return is to find an ally who can fight against the great enemy of the human race! And the Dating Clan is one of them! And the strongest ones!"

Yu Su's excitement and joy were undisguised, "Since they have returned, it means that the Emperor must have successfully walked back from that road of no return!"

"Da Ting Clan," Su Qi muttered.

Who was that Great Emperor? Was he talking to himself? After countless years, he muttered just to teach himself the sword technique of sealing demons?

Yu Su also gradually retreated from the surprise, and there was confusion on his face, "Since the Great Emperor has returned with his allies, that war should have been won, why did the Three-Eyed God King say that the Great Emperor is dead?"

Su Qi shook his head, this chessboard of history was full of fog, and there were too many things they didn't know.

"There is a golden armor man sealed under this stone sword. Su Qi walked into the realm of the stone sword, and although the vast sword intent was still there, there was no murderous aura, and it no longer stopped him.

"But don't move. ”

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