Since it is called the Burial Sword Cliff, it will naturally not be a place full of vitality. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword can control the gods, the sword can be psychic, and the sword can turn demons......

The way of the sword is ever-changing, and it is difficult to describe it all.

But no matter what kind of sword they take, they will have one thing in common, that is, after being tempered by time, they will gradually become one with the user.

Qingyun Sword Pavilion are all monks, with a human body.

Therefore, those powerful sword cultivators born from Qingyun Sword Pavilion will almost reach a realm in the process of sword practice, and the human sword is one.

At that time, the sword nature was human nature.

At that time, kendo was humane.

Maybe the sword will bleed after a major injury, and it will be exactly the same red blood flowing in the human body.

So does burying a sword also mean burying a person?

How much dead qi has the lonely mountain cliff suspended between heaven and earth absorbed and how many sword souls have been suppressed over the years?

Even the two strongest people in the contemporary Qingyun Sword Pavilion, Feng Zuichen and Yun Fusheng, are rumored to have never come out since they entered it.

Life and death are uncertain.

I don't know what the good or the bad is.

If Cheng Wudao was telling a lie, then Qin Cang would face an even more confusing situation and an even more unfathomable enemy.

If Cheng Wudao told the truth, the pressure he would have to bear would not be easy.

Because of a Burial Sword Cliff that trapped Feng Drunken Dust and Yun Fusheng, his soul was out of his body and he was in it, and it was very likely that he would suffer from strong constraints, and he would lose the Qingyun Sword Pavilion guarded by the strongest force, whether it was fate or prospects, it was difficult for people to associate optimistic words.

Unlike the Qin family's family power, Qin Cang himself did not have much sense of belonging to the Qingyun Sword Pavilion force.

In the Qingyun Sword Pavilion, the only things he really cared about were Feng Zuichen and Wu Jian Peak.

He set up a Xuandu Earth Flame Array on Wujian Peak, ostensibly not hesitating to damage the grass and trees of Wujian Peak, and even the spirit birds and beasts in it, just to prevent others from infringing on Qin Wuyi, but in fact, it was not.

It seems to be destroying, but in fact it is protection in another sense.

Whether it is grass or trees, or spirit birds, they will all be turned to ashes in the true fire that ignites in the Xuandu Land, but what really dies is only the shell, just like the human body.

Even if the physical body is decaying, as long as the cultivation reaches a certain level, you can keep your soul immortal, find an opportunity to create a suitable physical body, and even if the time is not good, you can wait for reincarnation.

The effect of Xuandu Dilie is even more subtle.

The true fire burned the appearance of the grass, trees, and spirit birds, but absorbed all their essence into the fire, and while the flames were burning and galloping around Wujian Peak, they infiltrated the Dao Yun Dao Ji of Wujian Peak little by little.

It is immortal in its way, and immortal in its will.

It's like eternity.

Qin Cang gave other lives "eternity", but what he left to himself was only short.

And it's not just temporary.

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Just one glance at it from afar, one does not dare to set foot in the dead and silent place, and every moment, there will be a lot of remnants of souls floating in it.

Some of them are formless, some are formless, some are eyeless, some are mouthless, some are noseless, and some are earless.

It's all weird.

There are many things that are not there, and there are very few things.

But one of them is definitely something that is difficult to forget after the sword cultivators in the world feel a trace of it.

Sword Qi!

A sword aura that is almost like a Dao!

Nine songs.

Misty in the sky.

The Infernal Hell at first glance is a bit like a heaven for sword cultivation after being in contact with it for a long time.

Qin Cang, who was originally looking around in a daze, also laughed a little inexplicably after noticing this.

However, the smile on his face did not show the slightest heartfelt happiness.

There is a bitterness of a wry smile, a coldness of a sneer.

Like flakes of snow falling into bitter water, melting and sublimating.

It is true that he is an outsider who has only recently come to the Burial Sword Cliff, but he does not seem out of place with everything around him.

Burial of the Sword Cliff, burial of the Sword Cliff, even if it is not just a sword or a person, in the final analysis, it is only a place of death at best.

The dead land is filled with the air of death, and it is most suitable for the dead to exist and move in it, and the most repulsive are naturally those who are alive.

Is Qin Cang a living being?

Ben is.

But a soul that has been detached from the flesh cannot be counted.

On the contrary, his form is very similar to the "aborigines" of this dead land.

Nothingness, ethereal, a combination of confusion and confusion, only there is a sword in the heart, and I will never forget.

He walked and observed.

From the bottom of the cliff to the top.

Bottom-up.

His face was as firm as a stone, and his eyes were as hot as fire.

It's like a lone sail, going backwards in the wind and waves.

He knew that the road he was walking at the moment should have been walked by many people before.

Perhaps from the perspective of the big world of Thirty-Three Days, they can only be regarded as inconspicuous sand, but as far as the plane of Xuanyu is concerned, they can definitely be regarded as famous swordsmen who lead the coquettish in their respective eras.

Picking flowers and grass, looking for flowers and willows, is always just a fake romance.

Huijian asked, Mingjian asked, after all, it was really romantic.

The Merry Guest makes the Merry Sword.

Writing, expressing, sending meaning, Toth, Chengtian, loading, enlightening the gods, asking ghosts, being people, being demons......

Coherent!

The Burial Sword Cliff is three thousand three hundred and thirty-three feet high.

He simply slashed his sword from the bottom up, ascending from the earth to the sky, and the qi stretched as high as a mountain, towering into the clouds, not in the sky.

What amazing vision happened this time?

Surprisingly, there was only one word.

Its words are empty, as if there is the sun and the moon shining at the same time, radiant, throughout the ages, the meaning is like drunkenness, the first sight is unrecognizable, long time to see and lost, do not understand its meaning.

The outline of the word, the rules of the destructive subordinate, the longitudinal run, the speed of the rush, like the wind blowing the grass, the fold but not dry, the spirit is endless, fluttering like a fairy, vast like a god.

Immortal Style.

But it is not an iron painting silver hook, but a sword book.

Who is the bearer of the sword?

He has already given the answer in this word.

Cang.

The firmament of the day.

Blue and black.

The canopy of the East.

......

One word, but there are multiple interpretations.

He expresses the various interpretations of the word in his own way, and what is the meaning?

Not for the common people to be ghosts and gods?

Don't ask the ghosts and gods to ask the sky?

A line in the sky, a sword in the sky.

Who would have thought that the emperor-level mastery that suppressed the heroes of the world a few years later and supported the majestic Divine Dynasty for 100,000 years was actually the prototype of the form and meaning that the emperor had not yet figured out for the emperor?!

And the reason why he relied on this prototype to write the word "Cang" hanging high in the air was not for the rumored righteousness of the common people, or to ask the sky for any justice, but just to see a person.

Or, rather, let the man see him first.

"Heaven of the Firmament, why do I hold the sword?"

"It's just that the personnel are too small, and the world is too far away. ”

One question, one answer.

He was the one who asked the question.

He who answered went too.

Madness is a sword into a word.

Why not take the opportunity to sing a hyphenic poem?

"I feel that the world is far away, so I climbed to the top of the mountains. ”

"Laugh at the changes and talk about the sun and the moon. ”

"There are three thousand avenues, and all three thousand are origins. ”

"I wanted but couldn't, so I looked for a line. ”

"One line is sober, one line is drunk. ”

"When you wake up, you should play the qin, and when you are drunk, you should fight the sword!"

Scholars dare to kill people when they sing wildly!

The general sings to slaughter the city!

His voice was thunderous, and every word was swaying, not to kill people, not to slaughter the city, but still just to see that one person.

Rumble!

I don't know if it's the shock of heaven and the anger.

Or the earth trembles and screams with indignation.

Mountains and rivers are chaotic in all directions.

The word "Cang" in the air was cracked first, as if it was cut off by a sword outside the sky!

The sword marks spread, and the sword momentum is unabated.

Tangled in the dead sword qi in the burial sword cliff, in an instant, it is like opening a double-handled double-edged sword, and in a trance, if there are nine heavenly gods holding the hilt at both ends, the double-edged dance wildly, leading the tornado to the wind.

The wind roared endlessly, and the sword roared endlessly.

Open in all directions.

The sword qi on the face was blocked into a dead domain, besieging Qin Cang in the center, and closing the net when it was ready.

Between heaven and earth, he suddenly saw that Qin Cang's body was also staggered with sword qi, and it was compounded into one word when it was vertical and horizontal, but it was not the "Cang" in his name, but his surname, "Qin"!

The dragon flies and the phoenix dances.

Wild grass again.

If you don't drink alcohol, you're already drunk, and you're already dreaming before you have fun.

When the drunken dream is in a fugue, the sword retracts into the finger, pointing into the vicissitudes of the river, and opening the mountain on its behalf!

Since it is the burial of the sword cliff, fortunately, I have dug your sword tomb together, and see if the death qi in your tomb is heavier, or if my Qin someone's sword qi is longer?

The idea of being crazy filled Qin Cang's mind.

But he still kept his sane side.

Opening the mountain and breaking the tomb is a last resort, and finding talents is the main purpose of this trip.

If Feng Zuichen and Yun Fusheng were not in the Burial Sword Cliff at all, then even if he risked the world's condemnation and forcibly destroyed the Burial Sword Cliff at all costs, it would be useless.

What if it's here?

Then with the power of his sword, the mighty sword qi between the common life and the sky was enough to force the death qi hidden in the Burial Sword Cliff to pour out one after another, and it should also alarm them and let them appear.

But neither the wind nor the clouds came out.

It was a man who was supposed to be a strange man to him.

Because the two of them had never met before.

But when his attention focused on the man in Xuanyi who suddenly appeared in front of him, and didn't know how to move him, the sword that opened the mountain, an indescribable sense of familiarity emerged from the bottom of his heart.

It seemed that he had been exposed to similar aura fluctuations that emanated from the man in black clothes before.

However, he pondered for a long time, but could not find the corresponding memory.

It's not just that his soul power has been depleted too much, but also because the man in the dark robe himself has a layer of confusing color.

"Are you from Qingyun?"

Qin Cang didn't order this person to stop, because he knew that even if he said that kind of thing, with the ability of the man in Xuanyi, he wouldn't listen easily at all.

"Even if you are a Qingyun person, when you get here, you can't be regarded as a human being. What's more, it's still unknown whether I'm Qingyun's person or not, since it's an unknown, you can't let others answer it as soon as you come up, otherwise it will lose its meaning, you have to listen to your own heart and let it judge. ”

appeared inexplicably and said such a bunch of inexplicable words.

Even Qin Cang seemed to understand it.

But as time went on, he understood more and more.

The man in Xuanyi who appeared here really can't be regarded as a human being, just a soul, and a lonely soul without a spirit to accompany him.

However, it was such a lonely soul that quietly moved his finger sword to the rest of the unknown areas, and Qin Cang had to be more cautious while pondering.

"Qingyun? or the underworld?"

After a few breaths of silence, Qin Cangfu asked.

The man in the dark robe still did not answer positively.

He guessed.

Therefore, when he asked, he was also preparing for the next shot.

But at this moment, the man in Xuanyi suddenly said, "I want to see your fastest sword." ”

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