Fan Yuanwu sat on a wooden chair, the desk in front of him was full of various ancient books, and several tall piles of books were piled up under him, almost burying his body under this pile of books.

He flipped through the ancient books in his hand, and from time to time he transcribed some words from them.

It's something he's been doing all these years.

He wanted to know who had turned his brother into this.

He secretly thought that maybe only by finding that group of people again could he completely save his brother.

However, he searched through all kinds of classics, and even spent a lot of money to buy many unique books, but he almost never found the slightest record of the nasal passage.

And now, he rummaged through these books, and there was another reason.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the room.

There, a gray-white boy sat facing each other with a handsome young man in white.

Strange powers continued to pour out from the young man's body, enveloping the gray-white boy in it.

The boy's brow furrowed, as if he was suffering some great pain, but at the same time, his body gradually solidified in the process.

Chu Qingxiao's proposal was effective.

With the help of Liaoyuan, Fan Yuanwen began to absorb the divinity in his body.

Although the process was difficult and dangerous, it allowed the Fan brothers to see the light.

For those who have been in darkness for a long time, hope is more precious than anything else.

The expression on Fan Yuanwu's face, who thought of this, was a little complicated.

After all, before this, he wanted to get rid of Chu Qingxiao.

First, he didn't want Chu Qingxiao to destroy everything he had now, all of this was his capital to cure his brother.

Second, he wanted to explore the purpose of Chu Qingxiao's resurrection, so that Fan Yuanwen could do the same.

But what he didn't expect was that when all this was discovered, Chu Qingxiao did not make a move on him, but left Liaoyuan to help Fan Yuanwen.

This situation of being repaid with virtue made Fan Yuanwu embarrassed.

And at this moment, Liaoyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

He withdrew his divinity and looked out of the room with a frown.

Fan Yuanwen also felt the strangeness of Liaoyuan, and he also opened his eyes to look at Liaoyuan, his eyes were full of doubts.

Fan Yuanwu also walked over, secretly thinking that something had gone wrong in the process of refining divinity, and he asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Liaoyuan stood up, his eyes still looking out of the courtyard, and said at that time: "I'll go and go back." ”

As soon as these words fell, without waiting for the Fan family brothers to react, he turned into a red long sword and escaped into the sky.

……

"Prairie fire."

As Chu Qingxiao's mouth spit out these two words.

A different aura suddenly swept away from Chu Qingxiao's body.

Xiang An felt this, his face changed, and he looked at Chu Qingxiao in horror.

At the same time, above the dome, a sword roar suddenly rose.

Xiang An raised his head vigilantly, only to see a long sword that seemed to be made of flames flying into Chu Qingxiao's hand with a long tail of fire.

Chu Qingxiao held the sword, and the flames burning on the sword body repeatedly wrapped around Chu Qingxiao's body at that moment.

Then, a flame barrier rose from Chu Qingxiao's back.

The blood-colored flying swords that were inspired by Xiang An's martial soul to kill Song Qingqing and the others were swallowed by the wall of fire the moment they touched the flame barrier.

After resolving this crisis, the flame barrier poured into Chu Qingxiao's body.

Chu Qingxiao looked at Xiang An.

There seemed to be a fire lotus blooming in his eyes, and he stared at Xiang An, his gaze was cold, with an innate majesty, as if he was looking down on an ant.

"This ......" Xiang An's face showed a look of horror, and he could feel that as Chu Qingxiao held this sword in his hand, the aura around Chu Qingxiao's body climbed to a terrifying level.

And it's inconceivable that a weapon can bring such an improvement, unless ......

Thinking of this, Xiang An's eyes fell on the sword in Chu Qingxiao's hand: "No, ......"

"Impossible......"

"How can you have the Tiangang Divine Sword?"

There were indeed thirty-six Tiangang Divine Swords in the Yaoguang Sword Pool.

But every Tiangang Divine Sword has its own sword spirit, and most of those sword spirits are extremely picky, and most of the time, they are in a deep sleep.

Looking at the entire Tianhang Mountain, there were only ten people who possessed the Tiangang Divine Sword, and this was already the largest at that time.

In addition to the Heavenly Hanging Mountain, in the whole summer, there are very few people who have such a divine object.

Every holder of the Excalibur is either a great power who has been famous for a long time, or a junior like Zhao Nianshuang, who has become famous.

But Chu Qingxiao is just a little person who crawled out of the ruins of Wuling City.

Recently, he had just climbed the big tree of the Heavenly Supervisor and the Martial King's Mansion, how did he get this kind of artifact?

And looking at Chu Qingxiao's mastery of this divine sword, it seems that he has been completely recognized by the divine sword spirit.

But what made Xiang An unacceptable was that the Divine Sword Sword Spirit, who had always been picky and even harsh, why would he choose a guy like Chu Qingxiao?

But just like his question, Chu Qingxiao will not solve his doubts, nor will he give him time to think clearly.

Chu Qingxiao's figure moved at that time, and the spirit flame on the Liaoyuan Sword erupted, and at the same time, the Spirit Demon Dragon Breath and Loulan Sword Intent also gushed out of Chu Qingxiao's body at this time, wrapped in the Liaoyuan Sword Wound.

The three of them superimposed together and burst out with huge power, blasting towards Xiang An.

Seeing this scene, Xiang An didn't dare to be careless, and he hurriedly gathered the sword intent around him to resist.

The moment the two collided, Chu Qingxiao's figure stood in place like a mountain, motionless, but Xiang An was defeated and retreated, and the sword intent he stimulated, in front of Chu Qingxiao's power, was like a mud cast, and it was shattered at the touch of a button.

The Gangfeng stirred up by the power of the two kept surging towards Xiang An, and the sharp Gangfeng cut one after another on his clothes.

The hairpin on his head was also cut off, and his black hair was scattered and raised indiscriminately under the wind, his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the expression on his face was hideous, and he looked like a mad demon at the moment.

The power in his body was rapidly consumed, and the green tendons on his forehead flared up, but Chu Qingxiao's face was calm, as if this hard-hitting power confrontation was nothing more than for Chu Qingxiao.

The comparison of the two situations is already a judgment from the bottom.

Xiang An's eyes widened with anger, unwilling to accept such a failure.

A roar came out of his mouth.

The martial soul behind him was summoned by him, and he also seemed to feel Chu Qingxiao's horror at this moment, he withdrew his hand, and the things wrapped around the necks of Song Qingqing and others also turned into blood and returned to the martial soul's body.

At the same time, the figure of the martial soul came behind Xiang An, and the figure overlapped with Xiang An.

His thin skeletal arm stretched out, and together with Xiang An, he held the Long Xiao Sword.

At that moment, a blood-colored aura burst out from Long Xiao's sword wound, facing the sword intent and spiritual power inspired by Chu Qingxiao.

Chu Qingxiao's face changed suddenly, and he looked at Xiang An, to be precise, at the pale martial soul that overlapped with Xiang An's figure.

He smelled a threatening aura in the power inspired by that martial spirit.

Not only because of the strength of that breath, but also because that breath gave Chu Qingxiao a sense of déjà vu.

When he had just stepped out of Wuling City, when he passed by Lu'er Mountain, he had smelled such a breath on his barren body.

He looked horrified.

But such a look fell in Xiang An's eyes, but he thought that Chu Qingxiao was afraid.

He suddenly showed a cruel smile: "Chu Qingxiao! You don't think you're the only one in the world who has adventures, do you? ”

"My martial soul is obtained by visualizing my Ganquan Peak Ancestral Sword, and it hides the Dao Yun of the strongest peak master of Ganquan Peak in the past dynasties!"

Ancestral Sword?

Chu Qingxiao frowned when he heard this.

It's the ancestral sword again.

Lu Qi said before that he was attacked by the sword intent of the ancestral sword, and he almost died, and now Xiang An's weird martial soul is also related to that ancestral sword.

From this point of view, it seems that there is really some incredible secret hidden on the ancestral sword of Ganquan Peak.

But Chu Qingxiao didn't delve into such thoughts, for him now, the most important thing is to solve the trouble in front of him.

At that time, he looked ahead with heavy eyes, and the Liaoyuan Sword in his hand seemed to sense his thoughts, and the sword body trembled.

More spiritual flames rushed out from above the sword.

Wherever Ling Yan passed, those blood-colored breaths melted as if they had met their natural enemies.

It was the spiritual flame of the purest sword intent.

It is the condensation of the sword intent of countless swordsmen who have held the Liaoyuan Sword in the past and present.

They are either nameless, or like Sun Li, they are displaced.

But the sporadic sword intent, under the accumulation of thousands of years, turned into spiritual flames.

It was a prairie fire.

It is also the fire that has never been extinguished in the hearts of those true swordsmen.

When the fire is kindled.

Wherever it passes, all things should be destroyed.

Xiang An looked at this scene incredulously.

He couldn't accept his strongest killing move, but it was so unbearable in Chu Qingxiao's hands.

It was dark.

Above the dome, the clouds rolled.

Divine objects are born, and there are visions in the sky.

This is the first time that Liaoyuan, who has become a divine soldier, has shown his strength, and the vision between heaven and earth is a response to Liaoyuan's enlightenment.

Under such a vision, Ling Yan devoured all the blood-colored aura inspired by Xiang An, and Ling Yan enveloped Loulan Sword Intent and Spirit Demon Dragon Breath and bombarded Xiang An's body.

The pale martial soul on Xiang An's body touched Lingyan, and he immediately let out a sharp wail.

Xiang An realized that something was wrong, his face showed a panicked look, and he tried to urge all the power in his body to resist Chu Qingxiao's attack.

But in the previous confrontation, he had tried his best, and there was very little power that could be stimulated at this moment, and this time the mantis arm was used as a car, and it was naturally difficult to achieve any results, and those powers were swallowed by the spirit flame as soon as they gushed out.

Xiang An looked at the martial soul that was completely wrapped by Lingyan, the panic on his face became more and more intense, he couldn't care about anything else, turned his head to look at Chu Qingxiao, and begged: "Qingxiao, don't ......"

Chu Qingxiao also looked at Xiang An, and in the face of the other party's pleas, he just shook his head indifferently.

So the spirit flame surged again, completely engulfing the martial soul until it turned to ashes......