The sword qi pearl rose from the sky, and the green mountains and white clouds were quiet and deep.

A sword aura suddenly burst out from the cliff and poured into the sky, like a bright beam of light descending from the twilight clouds in the sky.

Welcoming the guest Panasonic, Li Youan's shirt was hunting by the mountain wind, and his eyes were staring at the sword qi that rushed into the sky, vaguely full of astonishment.

I thought that Anle was going to fail, after all, I sat on the cliff for a day and a night, but there was no movement, doesn't this mean that I have failed to attain enlightenment?

Of course, Li Youan didn't feel strange about the failure of An Le's enlightenment, the sword qi left by the holy master, and the failure of enlightenment are all normal, after all, over the years, many geniuses he has brought have failed to participate in enlightenment, and none of them succeeded.

Although Li Youan was very curious, what was the future sword qi left by the Holy Master, and whether he could really see the future, but he had no chance to see it, and he had no other way.

As the Holy Master said, when the fate comes, you will naturally be able to understand.

And today, Li Youan actually discovered the turbulent sword qi in An Le.

Is the original god actually able to enter the cliff?

These were all things that Li Youan had never discovered before, and he had previously used his comprehension to view the sword qi paintings on the cliff, and through observation to master the two sword qi passed down by the holy master.

"There is no glimpse of the future, because the future has not yet happened, it is full of haze, and everything is possible."

"Those who can see the future must have something special."

"Perhaps, this son is the destined person that the Holy Master said?"

Li Youan's shirt was stained with water vapor on the mountain peak, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, sweeping away the previous loss and helplessness, with a little excitement and a little expectation.

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An Le looked at the cliff, the extremely smooth cliff, at first it seemed like there was nothing, and he couldn't perceive anything.

However, for him, who silently watched the bamboo grid bamboo in the forest of inquiry, and realized the bamboo in his chest, it was not difficult to stare at a cliff all the time.

However, after only half a day's view, An Le felt that on the cliff, there seemed to be an ink bamboo drawing, and the ink bamboo drawing drawn by the sword qi was exactly the same as the ink bamboo he painted.

An Le was shocked, he didn't paint on this cliff, how could a painting appear?

Looking closely at the paintings, from the fluttering of the brushstrokes, the pleasure of splashing ink, and the frustration of the leaves, they are all the same as his brushwork.

Even the world's greatest painter could not have produced such a similar painting, as if it were his future painting.

After figuring this out, An Le only felt that his heart couldn't help but tremble, in the Mud Pill Palace, the sword furnace was sonorous, and a sword qi was in the cliff, which seemed to attract his heart sword in the Mud Pill Palace.

The primordial god involuntarily flew out of the Mud Pill Palace and floated towards the cliff.

The original spirit is like the second body of An Le, and what he sees and touches is the same as himself.

The moment he touched the cliff, the primordial spirit flooded into the cliff.

In front of An Le's eyes, there was only white expanse, as if he had been pressed into rice paper, from three dimensions to two dimensions, and all eyes were white, as if standing in the boundless snowfield, the sky and the earth were covered with snow.

An Le is very calm, his Yuan Shen crosses his knees, based on the sword waterfall diagram, to stabilize his mind, so that the Yuan Shen will not be affected and collapsed by the boundless white vastness.

On the ground, in the endless white vastness, there was a sword qi that swept by quickly.

Like a gust of wind, out of sight.

An Le looked over and couldn't catch the disappearing sword qi at all, but he knew that this sword qi was the future sword qi that Li Youan said.

The Holy Master left three sword qi in the cliff, past, present and future.

Li Youan realized the sword of the past and the sword, only the remaining sword of the future, he couldn't comprehend, he couldn't comprehend, so he sent this opportunity out, he brought many people to try to comprehend, but they all failed.

There is no glimpse into the future, because the future is still unknown, and nothing has happened.

Even if a demon like Li You'an can see the existence of the Holy Master, he will not be able to master the future sword qi.

An Le's mind is now in a precipice, he feels this wisp of sword qi, but can he master it?

Is he qualified to master?

Is the future ethereal and impenetrable, something that mortals can peep into?

An Le asked three questions in his heart.

He can see the light curtain, and the light curtain can see the qi of the years, but the qi of the years ...... It represents the past.

In the future, he doesn't know if he can control it.

But gradually, An Le's eyes became firm, and the invincible momentum condensed in his body seemed to be presented around the Yuan Shen at this moment, turning into a white python, facing the white world, and slowly opened his mouth.

He wants to take the invincible road and create a miracle that is even more legendary than the legend created by Li Youan, then this miracle starts from controlling the future sword qi.

A touch of heart surged.

He began to stare at the white vastness of heaven and earth, wanting to see the invisible sword qi.

Although he could feel the sword qi constantly scurrying in front of him, he couldn't catch it.

Suddenly, An Le remembered the ink bamboo painting before entering the cliff, the future sword qi captured the picture of the future, that ink bamboo painting, may be the painting he made in the future?

If that's the case, An Le can't help but have an idea.

The power of the mind in the primordial gods began to be released little by little, and in the white vast heaven and earth, it was like a ball of thick ink.

The thick ink is smudged, and under the tug of the mind, it is as if the painter is splashing ink to paint.

An Le suddenly found that a touch of sword qi began to dominate his mind, like the tip of a brush wolf, dotted on the white paper.

The mind is ink, the sword is the pen, and he paints in the white world.

An Le's mind followed the sword qi and began to paint.

The mind is like ink, and the picture scroll is presented.

It's the future that is drawn.

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Between heaven and earth, suddenly a black cloud struck.

Li You'an, who stood next to the welcome pine of Fusong Mountain, raised his head reluctantly, his powerful heart bloomed between his eyebrows, and the starlight emerged, and the sword weapon appeared thousands of times around his body, and he swept at high speed.

"Future sword qi, peek into the future, chaotic ......"

"The heavens change for it! Mountains and rivers are in turmoil! ”

Li Youan took a deep breath, his shirt bulged out suddenly, and his eyes bloomed with sparkle.

His gaze flickered and fell on the white-clothed young man sitting in front of the cliff.

The young man closed his eyes, his eyebrows and mud pill palace were wide open, and the Yuan Shen had already walked out and entered the cliff, and above the cliff, there was a white brilliance, but in the endless whiteness, a little ink appeared!

It seems that a curtain has been opened, and the picture of mountains and rivers is presented.

Li Youan's hand was clenched into a fist, and the starlight suspended around him trembled violently, and let out a clear sword groan.

The sound of the sword groaned into the clouds, echoing and smoky between the cold mountains.

His eyes were fixed on the ink on the cliff, and he looked at the gradual appearance of the picture.

Gradually, I lost my mind.

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On the cliff, the ink is smudged, like an inky rain.

Then there is a painting, on the galloping river, the warship roars, the strong crosses, the arrow rain crosses the sky, the big waves are waves, and the big war will start!

There are Yuan and Meng's iron horsemen who crossed the river and broke through the defense line of the river, and countless Great Zhao generals rose to the sky and fought with them, and the ink-colored blood stained the sky blackened, the river flow blackened, and the battlefield land blackened.

However, the army drove straight in, burning, killing and looting, wolf smoke was everywhere, and war broke out in all directions.

There is a big city that is entrenched by the Yuan and Mongolian armies, the generals who defend the city, desperately defending, the sun and moon formed by the ink color are constantly changing, representing the years are changing, but the city is like a lonely city, no reinforcements, no food and grass, no rescue......

The flying generals with messy hair stood at the head of the city, drew their swords and looked around at a loss, weeping tears, blowing up the meridians, killing the city tower, and finally the city gate was opened.

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The black and white scroll, the ink stains are flying, like bursting blood, and you can feel the despair of isolation and helplessness through the scroll.

The city was broken, the Yuanmeng army drove straight in, the city passes were broken again and again, burned, killed and looted, the mountains and rivers were broken, and the earth cracked and the sky collapsed!

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and between the ink stains, the defenders of the city abandoned the city and fled one after another, and the prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River, which had been prosperous like a dream for 500 years, could not form an effective defense at all.

The land south of the great river has been trampled on in the same way.

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The ink-colored picture is constantly changing, demonstrating one scene after another of the ruined scenes of Jiangnan.

There are strong people who continue to rise to the sky, fighting with the strong people of Yuanmeng, singing and crying, but in the end they are just stubborn resistance.

Prosperous like a dream for 500 years, the temple full of holes is finally like a mountain pass of sand, collapsing.

At the end of the picture, the warship is floating in the endless East China Sea, and after the East China Sea dragon surrendered to the Yuanmeng Empire, it came out of the Han Sea, setting off a stormy wave.

On the warship, some courtiers were angry and slashed the dragon with their swords, and the dragon's blood stained the wind and rain and splashed on the ship.

beheaded the courtiers of the East China Sea Dragon, threw away the sword, carried the young emperor on his back, and held the jade seal.

Jumped over the sea and died.

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I don't know when, a violent rain fell in the sky, and the raindrops the size of beans slapped on Li Youan's body, wetting his Confucian shirt.

He stared at the cliff in a daze, looking at the ever-changing picture in the cliff, and a pathos spread from his chest, across his heart.

Is that the future?

Is it the future of the country?

Even if a powerful existence like Li Youan saw the future, he felt that the sky was collapsing, and his mind suffered an unprecedented impact.

The prosperity of the 500-year southward migration is like a dream, and the final outcome has not escaped.

The first emperor of Yuanmeng in the world, after all, trampled everything with an iron horse.

Li Youan was full of amazement, and for the first time he had a feeling of being at a loss when he drew his sword.

No wonder he was able to observe the sword qi of the past and the sword qi of the present, but he was never able to comprehend the sword qi of the future, because he was never able to believe in the true future.

The future is unknown, but if it really presents in front of us, for some people, it is cruel and unbelievable.

The torrential rain kept falling, washing away the mud in the mountains, and the welcoming pines seemed to be discounted at the waist, Li Youan's Confucian shirt was completely soaked and close-fitting, and the whole person seemed to have lost its sharpness.

Suddenly, Li Youan looked at the cliff that froze the picture again.

But on the cliff, a sword light suddenly emerged, cutting through, and the picture was all two.

The picture of Rumo actually began to return as fast as lightning, and every time the picture of the return was cut apart by a sword qi.

Li Youan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his heart was full of energy, and the mighty impact was between the mountains, forming a hurricane roaring through the mountains and forests.

There are dozens of cold mountains in the rainstorm, and the spirits and goblins that are full of mountains are trembling and crawling, gathering demonic energy, and they dare not wreak havoc.

When the picture is completely restored, what I see is a young man standing on the top of the mountain, hunting in clothes, grabbing a sword, grabbing a touch of sword energy, and taking charge of a future!

In an instant, it was like a rapid flow of electricity behind a cloud, and the blue electric light tore through the twilight clouds.

Li Youan's head moved, and there was a sudden look in his eyes.

"Only those who hold the sword qi of the future can change the future?"

"Like a painter with a brush, he can draw a new sky."

Li Youan muttered.

It turns out that the person who is destined as mentioned by the Holy Master is like this, but even if he holds the sword qi of the future, how can he change this cruel future?

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Meanwhile.

When the heavens changed dramatically, the whole world seemed to be vaguely aware.

Lin'an Fuzhong.

Inside the Tianxuan Palace.

The figure sitting on the throne slowly opened his eyes, and the magnificent and majestic atmosphere was permeated, although there was a trace of twilight, but it was still brilliant.

The Tong Mink Temple standing beside him was also unbelievable, looking at the changing sky in the cold mountains in the distance, and his heart was shocked.

Is that...... What?!

The figure sitting on the throne slowly stood up and took three steps forward, his eyes shining.

"That's the sword qi left by the Holy Master in the world."

"Someone has this sword qi."

Taimiao.

Zhao Huangting, who had just returned to the Taimiao, sat on the rocking chair, closed his eyes slightly, the rocking chair creaked, and wisps of twilight on his face were intertwined.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, got up from the rocking chair, supported the bamboo cane, and walked to the window, he raised his eyes to look at the changes in the sky in the distance, and the sword qi that soared into the sky, and a trace of emotion appeared in his eyes, which did not know whether it was sighing or sighing.

Behind him are many spiritual tablets on the temple.

The old man's back stood in front of the spiritual tablet, reflecting the lights, which was incompatible with the dreamlike prosperity of Lin'an Mansion.

Faculty of Letters.

The three masters all walked out of the grass hall, stepped across the Asking Heart Forest in the breeze, and appeared in front of the monument.

On the Wenqu monument, it surged mighty, but it never burst out.

The three masters looked at each other, their eyes looked at the endless cold mountain, and when they saw the celestial phenomena at the cold mountain, they all trembled slightly.

"The sword qi of the Holy Master lingers in the world."

"Who could it be, who can actually hold this sword qi?"

Wu Temple.

On top of the thick chains next to the Wu Kui stone.

Wu Kui Dizang, who was wearing a bronze mask and a cloak with his head, sat on it, accompanied by the Wu Kui stone on his side, looking into the distance, a Zhao Zu dragon slashing knife was horizontal on his knee, gently rubbing.

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At this moment.

The whole world seemed to shake slightly.

On the Dragon and Tiger Mountain in Middle Earth, the True Martial Arts Temple and the Heavenly Master's Mansion are all Taoist people who open their eyes.

The three temples of Langke Temple, Ganye Temple, Lianhua Temple, and Buddhism all have holy monks chanting Buddha sounds.

In the middle of the Western Liang Kingdom, in the bone view built by the bones of 10,000 corpses, blood is full of energy, and there is a father and son who add a corpse bone to the bone view, grinning and looking south.

In Dali Middle School, in the clean courtyard, the elegant national teacher in a wheelchair is surrounded by starlight, pinching his fingers and counting, frowning like mountains and rivers.

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North of the Canglang River.

On the vast territory, in the ancient capital of the Middle-earth Dynasty, there was a towering imperial city rising from the ground, and a majestic qi machine spread from the imperial city, covering the dragon veins of the entire Middle Earth, making it difficult for the dragon vein qi to churn.

Then there was a majestic suction, absorbing the dragon vein qi, constantly converging in the dynasty, converging in a splendid palace.

Within the imperial city, in the palace.

A burly man in a golden robe and golden boots slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to open the sky, across the mountains, rivers and heaven and earth, and saw the abnormal celestial phenomenon.

I also felt the general trend of rolling and moving, as if there were subtle changes at this moment.

The man got up slowly, and the majestic qi surged with his movements, and every move seemed to affect the general trend of heaven and earth.

"The sword qi that the Holy Master left in the world?"

"The one who wields this sword qi can stir up the days and make the future more and more unpredictable?"

"No matter who is in charge of this sword qi, it can't change the ending, and my general trend will surely sweep the world."

"When the world is in my hands, it will be time for me to bend my bow and arrow at the Holy Master!"

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The rainstorm was torn apart.

It seems that there is a door of fairy birds and birds, tearing the twilight stratus clouds appear, fairy sound birds and birds, the sun is shining.

The blue and dark are bottomless, and the sun and moon shine on the gold and silver platform.

There seems to be a fairy Que Qiong Hall behind the door, five cities on the twelfth floor, and the figures are like hemp.

Hugh Hugh Hugh!

At the same time, on the earth, the six peaks are all steaming up.

Pouring into the sky, the door of the fairy birds and birds slowly closes, and the dreamlike world is also eliminated in the world.

After the six qi engines are eliminated.

In the midst of the torrential rain, six figures crossed over.

There was an old man riding a crane, lying on his side on the crane's back, smiling, surrounded by invisible runes, extremely mysterious.

There is a person with an ethereal figure, which is transformed by the mind, the mold lake is invisible, with long sleeves and wide robes, fairy wind bones, filled with all kinds of food aromas, as if bathed in the fireworks of the world.

One after another, the figures are all mold lakes.

Until the last one, there is a clear figure.

The Lord of the Sixth Mountain was coolly carrying the pine sword box, wrapping his hands around his chest, and a sword light came.

Hanging outside Mt. Fusong, floating in front of the cliff.

Li Youan stood under the welcoming Panasonic, looking at the six people who rushed over, and the demeanor on his face had already been fully covered.

Smiling, Li Youan clenched his fists and said: "Li Youan, I have seen six mountain masters. ”

The six of them bowed slightly, and they all returned the salute one by one.

"The future sword qi left by the teacher is unfathomable, and it is difficult for us to peep, the teacher said to wait for the destined person, and now it seems that the destined person has appeared."

Among the six mountain masters, there is a model lake figure who speaks.

However, what the old man is curious about is, what is the basis for the destined person? The old man once calculated that in this world, there can be no one who will be in charge of the future sword qi, because it is unreasonable and violates the rules of heaven and earth, how can this young man be in charge? Unless he had seen the future...... But that's not possible. ”

The old man riding the crane squinted.

The sixth mountain lord clasped his hands to his chest, looked at the young man sitting quietly in front of the cliff coolly, and the corners of his mouth were cold: "It is worthy of the young man I value." ”

After the six of them muttered for a moment, they all looked at each other, and then they all chuckled, and their eyes fell on the young man sitting in front of the cliff.

Among the cliffs.

The original gods who turned into ink have re-transformed into the appearance of peaceful gods when the ink returns.

It's just that this time, An Le saw the surging future sword qi, the sword qi was ink-colored, and it was caught in his hand, constantly moving.

An Le was also a little dazed, he had seen those changing paintings just now.

Is that a picture of the future?

Or is it the embodiment of a similar dynasty in the parallel time and space in his mind, which is a picture of the years, and the years and the future overlap?

Therefore, he thought that he had seen the future, so he captured this sword aura that only existed in the future.

The future sword qi was very heavy, and An Le felt that his Yuan Shen was about to lose his grasp.

I have not stayed in the cliff for long.

With this wisp of future sword qi, An Le walked out of the cliff step by step.

The surface of the cliff ripples like water waves, just as he did when he watched the pictures of the years, when the ripples disappeared.

The spirit of peace and happiness jumped back to Fusong Mountain.

The sword furnace of the Mud Pill Palace in the heart of the eyebrows was sonorous, and wisps of sword qi were entwined out.

And as soon as he got out of the cliff, An Le felt that the sword qi was struggling more and more in the future, as if he was about to jump into the sky and the earth and disappear without a trace.

In the distance, Li Youan and the six mountain lords in front of the suspended mountain all looked at An Le's primordial spirit.

They couldn't see the inky futuristic sword qi that An Le Yuan Shen had captured, just as they couldn't see the future, but they could feel the power of the struggle.

The six mountain masters, plus Li Youan, were all curious about how An Le would take charge of this future sword qi.

If you can't suppress this sword qi, let it burrow into the world.

That also means a failure to take charge.

An Le really felt the struggle of this sword qi, and his strength was getting bigger and bigger, and vaguely his mind was already about to be unable to grasp it, as if he was about to break free and merge into heaven and earth, and there was no trace of him.

However, An Le had already thought about it, and his mind moved, and between heaven and earth, it was suddenly covered with silk threads of his heart, and the silk threads were connected to control the bamboo sword and green mountains.

The bamboo sword Qingshan suddenly turned into a sword and swept over, slashing at the sword qi in An Le's hand like a python struggling.

The green mountain collided with the sword qi, and in an instant, it seemed that a towering green mountain appeared...... After that sword qi collided with the mountain, it was absorbed into the green mountain little by little.

When the last trace of sword energy is gone.

A clear sword groan suddenly erupted from the green hills.

The original god returned to the sword furnace in the eyebrows.

An Le, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly opened his eyes, his white clothes were surging in the breeze, and his wide sleeves were fluttering.

The palm of his hand reached out and grabbed the hilt of Aoyama's sword.

He also grabbed the ethereal sword aura.

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