Lingzhou, Anxi Dao, is close to the Bohai Sea, the people are fierce, the people are martial, even the yellow flower girl who has not yet gone out of the ordinary has learned a good martial arts. The long knife cavalry is not inferior to the men in other states and counties.

There is a big mountain that is blocked by the Bohai Sea, this mountain has lasted for tens of millions of years, the scene is beaten by the waves, the cliff is like a knife and an axe to smash, people can not stand on it, its name is the peak of the gods.

Pure spirit platform, the dragon and the tiger stand in the Shenxiu Peak, the height of the porch, imitating the sea of clouds. The world is full of civil engineering, and the water swims the dragon. Like a behemoth, sitting on the top of the Bohai Sea, it has stood for 700 years.

In the same way, it also stands in the hearts of all those who practice swords in the world, and has become the inner demon of countless people.

Looking at each other from afar, the white jade archway is written with three gilded characters "Pure Soul Terrace", its momentum is majestic, and it is eye-catching outside a hundred zhang. The people in it are all first-class people, men and women, with swords in green clothes, rich and handsome, not like in the world.

Thousands of households, carved beams and painted buildings, nine corridors, majestic, the top of the line, can not be imitated.

Extremely imaginative, still reverie.

Compared with the magnificent atmosphere of the front mountain, the back mountain of Shenxiu Peak is much deserted, and there is only one room in the whole back mountain that is inlaid in the stone wall, and the word "pure spirit" is written on it. A few servants swept up the leaves again, and nothing else.

In the wooden house, the candlelight flickered, and a middle-aged man with white hair and green clothes sat cross-legged on the futon, handsome and extraordinary, his eyes revealed the precipitation of the years, his eyebrows were a little vicissitudes, and there was a painting on the wall behind him.

"Shenxiu Fengqi is wonderful, the magic of the sword."

On the side hung a long sword with a rosewood scabbard, covered with dust that had not been unsheathed for a long time.

In front of him is a chessboard, the middle-aged man with the white child in his hand seems to not see the decline of the chessboard, and is still leisurely, twisting the child in one hand and holding tea in the other.

"Taixuan, you are unreasonable."

On the wall, the long sword with the red sandalwood scabbard hanging diagonally trembled, shaking off the countless dust on it, as if it was about to rush out of this room in the next moment.

The middle-aged man put down the teacup in his hand and lightly touched the long sword.

"I'm not in danger, don't worry."

Hearing the reassurance of his master, the long sword slowly stopped trembling and regained its calm.

The Pure Spirit Terrace sets the wind and is the true monarch, and the immortal realm is Su Yu.

Seven hundred years ago, the former Dakang Dynasty Dingdu Hedong East County, the rivers and lakes at that time and today's rivers and lakes can be said to be very different, it is not uncommon for chivalry to violate the prohibition of martial arts, in the early days of the founding of the Dali Dynasty, the rectification of the previous dynasty was Shen Zhen, there was no time to take care of it, so it was ordered to Qi Tianfu to rectify the rivers and lakes.

Prosperity, the people are bitter, declining, the people are suffering, chaos, and the people are also suffering.

The world has suffered for a long time, and there is a young man, dressed in a green shirt, like a breeze in his hand, stepping on the moon, and was born.

His people called themselves Lingzhou Su Qian, and were ordered to set rules for the rivers and lakes in heaven and earth. Everyone laughed, but no one was convinced. And only more than three years later, this young man who called himself Lingzhou Su Que really relied on his own one person and one sword to renovate the entire rivers and lakes, and no one dared to question it.

Later, he wanted to open a sect and organize the long-term peace and stability of the rivers and lakes, when Li Yuan, the emperor of Wenzong of the Dali Dynasty, learned of this matter and assigned three hundred miles south of Lingzhou Shenxiu Mountain to Su Que for the establishment of a sect, and personally inscribed "Shenxiu Fengqi, the magic of the sword" to send to Lingzhou Jinglingtai.

Although the forces of the rivers and lakes are still criss-crossed, everything is still in this rule.

And what is strange is that no one knows the origin of this Pure Spirit Terrace Patriarch, and in the end, countless people in the rivers and lakes can't detect it even after all their efforts. It was as if he had been ordained from heaven and earth to the earth.

On the official road where Yuzhou City was located, Su Qi'er stopped in front of dozens of people with one person and one sword, calm and relaxed. A hint of strangeness flashed on Xia Qingming's handsome face, and he cautiously looked at the sword-wielding beggar in front of him.

There was a person walking out of the crowd, with a slender figure, knotted muscles, powerful force, and his hands were covered with calluses.

"Hey, stinky beggar, if you don't want to die, get away."

This person's name is Shan Changfeng, and he studied under a third-rate sect in the rivers and lakes, but his resolute fist technique was practiced by relying on human lives.

Seeing that the beggar had the slightest expression, Shan Changfeng's expression changed, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he stepped out of a shallow pit on the official road, his forehead was bulging, and his fists were clenched and rushed towards the person in front of him, vowing to kill the beggar who didn't have long eyes on the spot.

"You don't even have the qualifications to let me use the sword."

In the face of this powerful blow, the beggar's clothes were windless, and although the long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, he vaguely felt that the sword aura was permeating. As soon as the beggar hung the sheathed long sword in his hand, when the long fist was a foot away from him, Shan Changfeng's vision saw his lower body, blood mist splashed, and the man who had just shouted was already dead and could no longer die.

Dozens of people on the opposite side were already horrified at the moment, most of them were stragglers in the rivers and lakes, and a few small gangs were not in the stream, and when they learned that the red-clothed female devil had reappeared in the rivers and lakes with "Fragments of Tools", they thought about whether they could get any benefits, but they didn't think that one person would die before they entered the city of Yuzhou. You must know that there is also a Yuyu Building in the city, and there is also a pure martial artist in the upper three realms who is in the town.

Seeing this, Xia Qingming dismounted and came to everyone, and saluted the beggars who blocked the way.

"I'm waiting for this time to come here for a century-old plan of the rivers and lakes, to kill demons and eliminate demons, why did Brother Tai stop me and others?"

Xia Qingming can thrive in the rivers and lakes and Weidao Mountains, not only because he is talented and has excellent kendo attainments, but also because he is very good and meticulous in handling his feelings.

"Slay demons? Seven hundred years after the birth of my Pure Soul Patriarch, there are still demons in the world? Besides, Yuzhou City has Yuyulou in the town, and there are martial artists in the Three Realms, so you need to wait to get rid of the demons? ”

Su Qi'er felt like laughing when he first heard this, those so-called famous and decent styles in the rivers and lakes, he didn't know the old fritters who traveled the rivers and lakes? It is the truth that the teacher is famous, but it is just a matter of grabbing benefits, and there is absolutely no reason to eliminate the demons.

Next to them, another person walked out, wearing a dark green robe, with a handsome face, immortal wind and bones, carrying a simple long sword, Qi Yun looked at the Zhou Dynasty Immortals.

"That female devil killed my uncle, and then killed countless people in the rivers and lakes, who are you? Why do you have to speak for the devil? Xiaodao suspects that you are also the same party of the devil! Who are you?! ”

When it came up, it was a big basin on his head, and there would not be much mustard to find a suitable reason to kill people, as for Shan Changfeng, who was killed by a sword? It's just a little person from a third-rate sect.

Su beggar was domineering, holding a long sword, and did not look panicked at all.

"Pure Spirit Table, Su Zhan."

In the city, the Wei Zigeng brothers and sisters soon came to the Jianghu Inn, and without caring about the attention of others, the young shopkeeper went straight to the second floor.

Pushing open the door, the young shopkeeper put his hands on the table outside the city, panting and said:

"There are a lot of people from outside the city, and it seems that they should be monks from other countries."

Zhou Fangru and Wei Xian couldn't sit still any longer, stood up suddenly, and said to the young shopkeeper in front of them:

"Take the copy of "Fragments of Utensils" in my study to Yuyu Building, and say that Wei Xian has fulfilled his promise."

"Take Zhou Ying and Ziqing together."

In the lobby of the inn, Zhou Fangru, who was wearing a cyan Confucian robe, and Wei Xian, who was dark-colored, stood in front of everyone.

"At this point in the danger of the inn, I Wei Xian asked everyone, and I owe everyone a favor."

The lobby was full of emotion.

"The big shopkeeper doesn't need to say much, we will advance and retreat with the inn!"

Wei Zigeng knew the seriousness of the situation, so he didn't dare to delay for a moment, hurriedly went downstairs, took the secret book in the study, and ran to Yuyu Building with the two of them.

"Brother, what the hell is going on?"

Wei Zigeng didn't say a word along the way, but his mind was filled and his brows were furrowed.

"You must live, you must live!"

Outside the city, on the shore of Junhu Lake.

One was dressed in a green shirt that had been washed white, his unkempt hair was tied up with only a willow branch, the long sword in his hand was already unsheathed, but the sword was rusty, and his left hand and right leg were gone, and he staggered and tried to maintain his balance.

There were several corpses in front of him, and around him, a man and a woman were extremely conspicuous, their sword wounds were all over their bodies, their right hand holding the sword was trembling, and all the people in the rivers and lakes behind him were slightly or severely injured.

"Purifying Altar...... Su Zhan, I got it. ”

The young beggar, who had a broken leg and an arm, was still ready for battle, his rusty iron sword was lying in front of him, and his eyes were resolute looking at him.

"That's what you call a sword?"

The young Taoist priest in a dark green Taoist robe behind him held the ninth-ranked Liangyi sword, and blood slowly flowed from his mouth, but he still couldn't believe that the beggar in front of him could outperform him.

"Sword? Hum...... If only ...... The sword let the sword hold the sword...... If the sword wielder is famous, then the sword is not needed. ”

The young Taoist priest was annoyed and angry, he was a kendo genius of the younger generation of Qi Yunguan, he had never suffered any blows since he was a child, he was extremely cautious and cautious in dealing with people, but today this beggar and his broken sword made him humiliate twice in a row, so he couldn't let him live.

"Then you can die!"

Zhou Chaoxian attacked Su Qi'er who was already trying his best to stand firm, Su Qi'er's eyes were slightly closed, at this moment he had already let go of everything, there was no pure spirit platform, no sword, no body.

Only on the shore of Songjun Lake, under the old willow tree, in front of the Dragon King Temple, the four of them in the past before the sunset.

"This sword, see mountains and rivers!"

The majestic sword qi poured down like a hanging Milky Way, rolling up the stars in the sky, and like the waves of the Yellow River, crashing into the Zhou Chaoxian in front of him. At this moment, the long sword in Su Qi'er's hand flew forward with him, and in the eyes of Zhou Chaoxian and the rest of the people, the cold glow must have been infinitely magnified, and he tried his best to avoid this move.

But he couldn't avoid it.

At the bottom of the lake, the black dragon made a dull sound that day, and this muffled sound could only be heard by Su Qi'er at this moment.

"You have a chance to walk the dragon, but it won't be me who takes you there."

Under the coercion of the sword qi, Zhou Chaoxian's body cracked inch by inch, and each of his pores came again, spewing out a burst of blood mist, Xia Qingming and the others on the side were all injured by the sword qi, and the unavoidable blow, countless sword qi exploded in front of Su Qi'er, like needles.

"Upper Three Realms, why is there still a sword cultivator in Yuzhou City who is in the Upper Three Realms!"

Liu Suxi looked at the official road full of holes and ravines, and his speech was not so neat.

The sword qi wandering dragon slowly dissipated, and in front of Su Qi'er was blood all over the ground and pieces of flesh that were crushed, and in just a moment, a total of thirty-six monks and martial artists who died just one sword.

"Pure Spirit Terrace Su Zhan is here! Fellow Daoists, I agreed! ”

With his last strength, the sword-wielding beggar looked up to the north, through the layers of mountains, rivers and jungles, and saw the figure dressed in white, dancing with a sword in the moonlight, holding the sword with his only remaining hand, and slowly closing his eyes with a smile.

"Xiaoyu, I can't write to you anymore, I can't tell you everything I saw in the rivers and lakes."

On this day, before his death, Su Zhan of the Pure Spirit Terrace entered the three realms from the Convergence Dao, and a bright star suddenly appeared in the sky, and then disappeared. This young swordsman, who had traveled with a sword since he was in the age of his hair, broke one arm and one leg, faced north, and died without falling.

The rusty iron sword in his hand never let go.

Lingzhou, Jingling Terrace.

A girl in white held a long sword upside down, and the two strands of hair on her sideburns were close to her cheeks, adding a bit of charm to her beautiful and refined face.

A wisp of breeze blew the sweat from her forehead and smoothed her sideburns.

The girl subconsciously grabbed into the air, she wanted to grab something, but she didn't catch anything.

"Senior Sister Li Yu, the message from the back mountain, the ancestor is invited."

"Hmm."

The girl nodded, not saying much. He put away his saber and glanced towards the south, then turned his head and walked towards the back mountain.

On the official road of Yuzhou City, the remaining ten or so people all looked at the dead beggar in front of them with palpitations, and did not dare to step forward, and they couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the previous sword.

"Dead?"

"Maybe it's dead!"

"He just said that he was from the Purification Table? How could this sword immortal-like figure never hear of it? ”

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Everyone, you say a word, I say a word, but no one dares to come forward to check, for fear that the sword fairy in front of him will hand out a sword again.

Xia Qingming held a long sword, his eyes were full of hatred, he slowly stepped forward, even if he died, he would have to make up a few more swords for the beggar in front of him before he would stop!

"Senior brother, no."

Liu Suxi on the side and his childhood sweetheart, who grew up together since childhood, how she didn't know what her senior brother thought, and pulled him with one hand.

"Senior sister, this person killed Zhou Daoyou in front of so many people, it is clear that he is the same party of the demon girl, I defend Daoshan to kill demons, for such a demon must not have the kindness of a woman!"

Xia Qingming was already annoyed and angry, he had never suffered such humiliation since he could remember, his famous sword moves were not worth mentioning in front of a beggar, and he couldn't even make him draw his sword, even if someone who was more talented than him died, he would let him die without a corpse! So when more than a dozen people were surrounded, Xia Qingming found the right time and cut off the beggar's left arm with one sword, and cut off his right leg with another sword.

At that time, he only felt very happy.

It wasn't until the beggar with a missing arm and leg took the rusty broken copper and iron in his hand and used the sword immortal sword that his Dao heart completely collapsed.

"Senior brother, that's a sword immortal, your sword will only make your sword heart collapse again, it's okay for the Dao heart to collapse, the cultivation sword is still expected to become one of the upper three realms, but the sword heart has no hope of picking up the sword because of jealousy."

Xia Qingming's footsteps paused, countless thoughts flashed, when he was a child, he practiced swords on the mountain, and the elders said that he had excellent bones, but his heart was insufficient, if it was expected to make up for it, Wei Dao Mountain was expected to produce another sword cultivator in the upper three realms.

When he was a teenager, he worked hard to suppress his true self while cultivating hard, and he was already the most outstanding disciple of his generation, and he only felt that this world should exist because of him.

Now he was shattered by a beggar and the broken copper and iron in his hands.

"Senior sister, I can't go back!"

Xia Qingming looked back at Liu Suxi, whose face was full of tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Just as he was about to slash at Su Qi'er's corpse with his sword, a golden light enveloped him, and then slowly put it under the old willow tree on the side.

Everyone looked up in horror, only to see a huge figure of a human face as tall as a city wall on the city gate not far away. It was a young man, dressed in white and white hosta, looking at their group and the pieces of minced meat on the ground with playful eyes.

This huge phantom is the Yuyulou Taixuan Zhenjun, Lin Zhumao.