The nine sword changes of the stele peak ended, and thousands of sword weapons slowly fell, but the hustle and bustle on the mountain became more enthusiastic.

The sword cultivators who knew what a spectacular scene they had witnessed were all flushed, and they couldn't wait to immediately tell everyone they knew or didn't know that they had witnessed the change of Sword Nine with their own eyes.

This is the sword cultivator, a devout disciple of the way of the sword.

Although the sword wielder is arrogant, he still admires those sword cultivators who have gone further than themselves in the way of the sword.

Your sword is stronger than mine, then you are my target, my idol.

And Sword Eight is obviously stronger than almost all sword moves in this world, so the Heavenly Sword Immortal has become the target of all sword cultivators in the world.

It's a pity that the sword immortal did not become an immortal after all.

Fang Chen, who stopped on the Stele Peak, understood the origin of the sword qi almost the moment that sword qi came here.

That was Uncle Chen's last sword in the world.

Therefore, after the Shen Yuan volley sword roared back, Fang Chen raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, walked to the stone tablet step by step, and kowtowed three times.

After Shen Yuan returned, the sword cultivators who noticed this powerful sword weapon naturally wanted to know which great man in the world could hold such a sword weapon.

But no matter how they snooped, in their sight, Fang Chen's face was still a cloud of mist.

The seal pinched out by the old peak master of the clumsy peak is not something that ordinary people can see.

Xie Laowei, who came to Qingshan from Nanyu, was fortunate enough to see such a beautiful scene of swordsmanship, and his heart was a little turbulent because of his old age.

So, Old Monster Xie turned his head to look at Fang Chen, whose sword weapon was at the same height as himself, and suddenly shouted at his back.

"Fellow Daoist, you are willing to draw your sword and fight with me!"

Fang Chen, who had his back to Old Monster Xie, got up from the stone tablet, and was slightly stunned the moment he heard this voice, and then he wanted to turn around.

But then he was pressed in place by a pair of large hands, and a gentle voice sounded at his side.

"Little junior brother, continue to comprehend Sword Nine, Xie Lao Wei will hand it over to Qingshan. ”

Fang Chen raised his head, it was the third senior brother Xun Liu.

"Yes, brother. ”

......

The nine highest peaks in the Sword Qi Long Forest, all sword cultivators in the world are eager to resonate with any sword in the Sword Nine.

After all, feeling such a sword intent not only means mastering a supreme swordsmanship, but also represents a great improvement in swordsmanship.

Four towers and eight floors, most likely to go up to the next floor.

Over the years, there has always been an endless stream of sword cultivators from the Stele Peak, and dense sword cultivators have rushed here one after another, but there are too few who can really realize the sword and return.

Very rare.

After the old peak master and the Qingshan Sect took away Xie Lao Wei, Fang Chen was finally able to start comprehending the sword intent without distraction.

After three months of hard work day and night, Fang Chen, who had already reached the first floor of the Shu Tower, already had a completely different understanding of the word sword.

The young man sat quietly in front of the Sword Six Stone Tablet, because of the sudden insertion of Chen Bo's sword, the sword intent left by the old sword immortal of this Shen Yuan was squeezed to the sixth in the world's sword dao, but this did not prevent him from his lofty status in the sword qi Changlin.

and the incomparable power of these sword techniques.

The candle wants to hold the candle dragon and return to the green mountain.

Because of the sword weapon left behind by the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal behind him, Fang Chen closed his eyes for only a moment, and the old Sword Immortal appeared again in his field of vision.

Drinking, drawing swords, slaying demons.

The Demon Emperor, who was ranked fourth in the Killing Summer City that year, had the legendary candle dragon bloodline, and because of this, he had already undergone an astonishing change of three points of Jiaohua True Dragon, but in the hands of the hundred-year-old old sword immortal who had reached the top of the sword path, he still fell into disadvantage in less than a hundred moves.

Then the old man slashed the Demon Emperor in a thousand moves, although he was covered in blood, he still looked at the other dozen or so Demon Emperors in Xia City, raised his sword and drank and laughed wildly.

"It is said that there is a wood in the east of the sky, and a candle dragon is placed below. The old man wanted to see what the legendary candle dragon in the demon clan looked like, and try to see if the old man's sword could cut off a good head of the candle dragon. ”

Because of the reflection of the Shen Yuan sword weapon, Fang Chen, who had a faint resonance with the sword intent in the stone tablet, opened his eyes, and there was still a shock in his eyes because he had just glimpsed that scene.

It is worthy of the four sword immortals standing at the peak in the Qingshan Record.

Fang Chen, who was slightly dry, exhaled lightly, then lowered his head and opened the green jade wine jug, and took a sip of wine.

It seems that the eighth senior brother is right, how can there be a sword immortal who doesn't drink.

......

In the clouds and mist above the Tuobei Peak, after the old peak master and the Qingshan Sect Leader forcibly took Xie Lao Wei away from the Wujian Platform, Xie Laowei, who was really curious about Shen Yuan, refused to move anymore, and had to take a look at the young man who understood the sword.

"Hey, in such a short period of time, I resonate with Jian Liu, and my talent is extraordinary, and my talent is extraordinary. Old man Xu, let go of the old man, I want to go down and take this kid as an apprentice. ”

Because of the obscuration of the clouds, the figures of the three were blurred and invisible. But the eyesight of the great monk still made Old Monster Xie witness all of Fang Chen's actions, and seeing the strange appearance of the stone tablet and the young man, Old Monster Xie's eyes widened, and he suddenly shouted at the old peak master.

"Hey, old monster Xie, I saw that the sword weapon behind that kid was not, it was the abyss of the green mountains, otherwise why do you think that sword weapon can be on par with our sword weapons. ”

Seeing Old Monster Xie's actions, the old peak master turned his head and sneered twice, and then pointed to the sword weapon behind Fang Chen and said.

"You mean that the boy is a disciple of Aoyama?"

"Nonsense, not only that, but he is also a disciple of the old man. ”

Hearing this, Old Monster Xie's face changed, he turned his head and looked at the old peak master with a suspicious expression, and asked in a tone full of suspicion.

So, the old peak master raised his chin and looked at Old Monster Xie with a more proud and disdainful look.

"It's a pity, the wrong son, and ruined a good seedling of swordsmanship. ”

After confirming that what the old peak master said did not seem to be a lie, Xie Lao Wei seemed to have worn out a lot of heart, and couldn't help but look at the old peak master and mock softly.

"Why, I'm not convinced, the old man pointed at Chen Jiansheng's two moves with his fingers, and I, a registered disciple, hit the world's sword eight with one move, look at the disciples of Qingshan and Jiansheng's generation, but someone has such an achievement. ”

After Chen Laowei finished taunting the old peak master, he saw that he was about to open his mouth to refute again, but he smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed to the stone tablet under his feet, and his nostrils were facing the sky first.

Hearing this, the old peak master gritted his teeth, but he was speechless for a while, and looked at the Qingshan Sect Master beside him with some unhappiness.

......

After spying on the sword of the Shen Yuan Sword Immortal thousands of years ago, the traces of the old peak master's sword seemed to remain in Fang Chen's heart.

Relying on the keen perception of sword intent in the body of the sword element, Fang Chen, who was combining his two fingers and sword, began to imitate the sword candle under the guidance of the wisp of sword intent in the stone tablet.

As a result, the teenager stood for three days.

In the past three days, Fang Chen was like a stone tablet, equally silent.

The young man's face gradually turned pale because of the consumption of mental energy, but his thin body never trembled in the slightest, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

There is even a hidden sword shadow flying.

The right hand of the sword, which was pointed at the same time, kept shaking in a small range in front of Fang Chen's body, and then the range became smaller and smaller, but the speed became faster and faster.

Until the end, the traces of the candle flew in the boy's hand into ten sword moves.

Fang Chen regained his mind and took a few heavy breaths.

"Thank you for the grace of the old sword immortal. ”

A sword salute was made towards the stele.

After the candle comprehension was completed, Fang Chen did not go to the other moves of the Nine Sword Realms, firstly, because the mind of the Four Realms was not enough to support Fang Chen to continue to comprehend the sword, and secondly, because of this sword technique, it would take a long time for Fang Chen to completely understand just one move.

So, the young man took one last look at the stone tablet that carried the heavens and the earth, and then turned around and walked towards the bottom of the mountain of the stele peak.

It's just that the young man's footsteps can be stepped forward, and the eight stone tablets of the square sword behind him began to tremble rapidly, and then a pale sword intent suddenly soared into the Fang Chen Sword Dao Yuan Hai.

Fang Chen, who was lifted by one foot, sensed Yuan Hai's abnormality, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and stopped for a long time before continuing to walk down the mountain.

Wu Jian did not choose heaven and earth, Fang Chen was not unwilling to participate in Uncle Chen's sword, but he did not want to face the death of his only blood relative in the past fifteen years.

Leaving the Dabei Peak, Fang Chen looked back at the green mountain again, waved his hand towards the clouds, and walked towards the mountain without any scruples.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this.

Today, Uncle Xiao went down the mountain.

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In the clouds and mist of the Beibei Peak, the old peak master who stood here and watched Fang Chen's sword for three days, dragged the old ghost Xie who wanted to run away, and waved his hand towards Fang Chen's back.

Under the clouds, paying attention to the three senior brothers who left the little junior brother, Xun Liu shook his head with a smile with his hands behind his back, Xu Xin's eyes were full of dazzling starlight, looking forward to the little senior brother going down the mountain to make a name for himself.

And Xing Yan, who got an ordinary wine bottle out of nowhere, was drinking while smashing his mouth and looking at the green jade wine bottle dangling around the waist of the little junior brother.

"Okay, junior brother go down the mountain, we should also go out for a walk, the mountain ghost took action for us to inquire about the secret agents around Qingshan this time, and lost a lot of elites, this loss can't be counted on the master's head. ”

"Yes, when the junior brother goes down the mountain, it should be the senior brother to take action. ”

"So, go to the Stygian Sea for a while, and our three brothers will let Qingshan take a look at it again, let the world see, there are many sword immortals in Humble Peak before, and there will be more in the future. ”

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At the foot of the green mountains, the nearest city is Frost City, but from the other two directions, there are two other cities.

Shushu City to the west and Silver Ring City to the east.

Fang Chen, who had checked the map in the mountain and determined the route of the descent this time, did not hesitate at all, and turned around and walked to the east the moment he reached the fork in the road.

As a subsidiary city under the jurisdiction of Qingshan of the Shangzong of the North Ridge, Silver Ring City is different from the looseness of Frost City, and there is a subsidiary sect recognized by Qingshan in the city.

Silver Ring Dart Game.

It is rumored that the contemporary dart head of the Silver Ring Dart Bureau was an excellent disciple who once practiced swords in Qingshan and drew out the inheritance of sword weapons.

It's a pity that this big dart head, who rarely brings darts in person, has never admitted this matter head-on, but this does not prevent the Silver Ring Dart Board from being in Northridge.

Because now the warriors who have seen the three darts shoot know that these three people are all great monks who are enough to run rampant in the world.

Fang Chen, who was heading east along the stone road, felt a little hungry because of the three-day sword.

So, the young man casually projected the abyss behind him, stabbed a hare dozens of meters away, and roasted rabbit meat in the dense forest next to the stone road.

Who knew that the rabbit meat had not yet been roasted, and a smell of blood that was far more pungent than when Fang Chen skinned the rabbit suddenly came.

The young man frowned slightly.