Time, space.

It is the foundation of a world, and for life, the meaning of time is far more than space.

Space is too ethereal for life, while time is closely related to the foundation of life's existence.

Lu Qinghe was in the river of time, watching things continue to happen, he was not half an accident and was locked in the confinement room, as for Zhou Xuansheng, at this time, he must have sent someone to his room to turn over the Splitting Void Nine Strikes Technique and related ancient books, there are two days in time, two days later, if he can't find the Splitting Void Nine Strikes Technique, he will lose patience, tear off his hypocritical face and personally interrogate the whereabouts of the Splitting Void Nine Strikes Technique.

"Something has to be done. ”

Lu Qinghe looked at the young man in the room and kept looking around......

It's an endless loop with no solution.

Even if this young man really got the Qingping Holy Sword in the end, he eventually refined qi and turned into a god, came to this world, and then through a series of changes and cultivation, he chose to impact the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, and just like what he had encountered before, he fell into a dead knot under the self-explosion of the demon ape of the mixed world.

Damn people will die just as much.

"I had to do something. ”

Lu Qinghe repeated again, aggravating the "tone"!

He thought of this series of experiences in his mind, and finally thought of Lu Qingyun, after he became enlightened, he almost had nothing else to ask for, if the only obstacle was Lu Qingyun's life and death.

Maybe......

If he can do something, the future will change.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Qinghe suddenly moved.

There is no concept of "movement" in his consciousness at all, he has tried to struggle and move before, but no matter what he does, there is an eternal void all around, he thinks he is moving, but there is no space in the river of time, moving or not moving, there is no half meaning.

But now......

Qingping's holy sword can be used as his reference.

The straight line between him and Qingping Shengjian is the distance, the space, and the meaning of "movement".

As Lu Qinghe's consciousness moved, he could clearly feel that he was weakening at an extremely fast speed, just like a fish that had left the river, only stranded for a moment, but he was suffocated and lost almost all the strength in his body, struggling in pain......

Eventually, his form fell back into the river of time.

Can't leave.

The river of time simply can't leave.

Lu Qinghe looked at the picture in front of him, and his gaze fell on the Qingping Holy Sword.

Time passes quietly in the picture, everything is exactly the same as in Lu Qinghe's memory, Zhou Xuansheng's interrogation, Tanya's rescue, and finally witnessing her death again......

Immediately afterward, he fled all the way and fled all the way without stopping for half a minute...... Eventually, I stepped into the Taiyue Mountains.

And at this time, he was only fifteen years old.

A fifteen-year-old boy had this experience......

The pursuers arrived.

Two martial arts masters, six gunners.

Lu Qinghe could even see the panic in the young man's heart, as well as the fear of powerlessness.

This fear was projected directly onto him, reviving the dusty memories in his mind, making him feel the same as the teenager.

"No!"

Lu Qinghe, who had struggled more than once, suddenly let out a low roar.

His figure "stood" up again from the river of time, looking at the panicked young man in front of him, his heart was swallowed by fear, there was no help, no strength to rely on, no one could save, and his heart burst with uncontrollable anger.

Because he can clearly remember how helpless and desperate he was at that time!

The same pain, the same despair, he didn't want to go through it a second time.

"Time! I have understood that time can be changed! The future can be changed!"

Lu Qinghe roared, and the whole person was like a burning moth, and suddenly pounced on the picture in front of him, ignoring the suffocating pain and weakness of leaving the river of time.

The pain that slammed into that image made him feel like he was burning, burning from the inside out, and perhaps before he could actually step into that image, the force would burn his fragile consciousness to ashes.

"This is not the end!"

Lu Qinghe looked at the Qingping Holy Sword in his hand.

That boy had been locked by two warriors and six gunmen, and the shadow of death had completely swallowed him.

And at this time, he has burned all his strength, and there is only one thing he can do next......

Throwing!

Throw the Qingping Holy Sword in your hand hard!

Let the Qingping Sword pierce the barrier of time, appear in the river of time, appear in the only way for the boy to escape, let the boy get the Qingping Holy Sword, and use the power of the Qingping Holy Sword to understand all things and kill the two warriors behind him, kill the six gunners sent by Tang Yuan, and then take the pseudonym Ye Qingfeng of the "Qing" character of the Qingping Holy Sword, and go incognito, until he has achieved cultivation and finally embarked on the road of refining qi and transforming gods......

And after he himself lost the only reference of Qingping's holy sword, he fell into eternal sinking in this long river of time.

This is the final outcome.

Thinking of this, Lu Qinghe, who was holding the Qingping Holy Sword, almost froze in his thinking.

This is the end.

That's the end result.

Qingping's holy sword originated from himself.

From his throwing at the moment!

It's like a Möbius ring, endless, constantly reincarnating.

But......

This is really the result he wants!?

Constant repetition, constant reincarnation!?

Moreover, if the Qingping Holy Sword was really thrown by him from the long river of time and thrown to him when he was fifteen years old, then where did the real Qingping Holy Sword come from and where did it start?

"Bang!"

At this moment, the crisp sound of gunfire resounded through the void.

At the moment when Lu Qinghe hesitated and didn't throw the Qingping Holy Sword, one of the six gunners finally locked onto the young man, and then ......

Shots fired.

With the burst of blood, the young man who was running wildly suddenly fell, and his body rolled a few times with inertia, and he was silent......

The sudden change made Lu Qinghe's pupils shrink suddenly.

It's over!?

It's really over!?

He's dead!?

He died at the age of fifteen?

This is not his memory, and in his memory, he has not really been shot!

And, if that teenager is really dead......

So what is he!?

The boy died at that time, and he Lu Qinghe would have no future.

And right now, he, Lu Qinghe, is still ......

"This is not the real ending!"

Lu Qinghe's body seemed to inspire a new force, and his consciousness exploded like an explosion in an instant, and at the same time, a brilliant cyan brilliance flashed on the Qingping Holy Sword, which suddenly included Lu Qinghe's explosive consciousness, and the next moment, he was already like a cyan meteor, cutting through the trajectory of the long river of time, and directly projecting it into that picture......

......

"Go and see if the kid is dead. ”

A voice echoed in my ears.

Lu Qinghe was already able to hear the voice.

Yes, hear, really hear.

"This is a big and young order, don't be sloppy, for the sake of safety, make up a few shots in the head, Xiaoliu, you go. ”

"Good. ”

A voice responded, followed by footsteps slowly approaching.

The next moment, it hurts!

The piercing pain struck his nerves, and with it was heaviness, the heaviness of his body, the heaviness of his soul, the heaviness of the air, the heaviness of all things in heaven and earth.

This is a mortal body.

"Whew!"

Lu Qinghe opened his eyes.

"Huh!?"

The gunman named Xiaoliu who walked in front of Lu Qinghe was slightly stunned when he saw Lu Qinghe who opened his eyes, and he didn't react for a while, and the moment he reacted and suddenly wanted to shoot, a cyan sword light swept over his raised right hand......

"Ahh

Blood is spurring.

The gunman's right hand named Xiao Liu was directly cut off.

Before he could last a second, the blue light swept down his throat again......

At the same time, Lu Qinghe's body retreated violently, and before the remaining five gunmen and two martial arts masters could react, he retreated directly behind a big tree.

"Little Liu!"

"Damn it!"

"Bastard, he actually killed Xiaoliu!?"

"What's that in his hand? Sword? How does he have a sword?"

At this time, the remaining five gunners and two martial arts masters reacted and shouted angrily one by one.

Lu Qinghe hid behind a tree, feeling the pain in his body, but this pain was nothing to him with strong nerves, if it weren't for the pain affecting his body's reaction, he would be able to ignore it.

However, taking advantage of this time, he still did not hesitate to slam his hand and slapped his palm on the wound hit by the bullet, and the bullet that was still stuck in the heart was slapped away by the palm force, and his heart was pierced at the same time.

The injury of heart piercing, if it were an ordinary person, would have died long ago, just like he had before......

But for Lu Qinghe at this moment, it was nothing at all, his soul was almost burned out the moment he stepped out of the long river of time, but he was still alive, which proved that there was a residue, and even a trace of it was enough to ensure that he could control this body flawlessly.

And......

With the Qingping Holy Sword here, it was only a matter of time before the Divine Soul's injuries slowly recovered.

It's like being in trouble in Middle-earth......

"Boy, I'm going to tear you up!"

Angry roar came out of the mouth of the gunman behind him, five gunners and two martial arts masters were approaching, even without the help of the power of Qingping's holy sword, with the power of the powerful divine soul, he could clearly sense every movement of several people.

It's just that......

Now, as a mortal body, he can't compete with bullets in his physical body, and he still needs to be careful.

"Whew!"

The blood-stained bullet that shook out of his body was directly thrown by Lu Qinghe with a hidden weapon.

The next moment, a hole appeared in the eyebrows of one of the fiercest gunmen who shouted.

"Be careful! He's got a gun!"

"Damn, where did you get the gun!?"

A shout mixed with a hint of fear came from several people, and just when the four gunmen were slightly confused, Lu Qinghe moved.

The limitation of his body made his speed unable to speed up, but the speed explosion close to the limit of the human body still made the four gunmen shake slightly, and the distance between the two was less than twenty meters crossed.

"He's coming!"

"Boy, you're looking for death!"

One of the quickest responders roared and fired repeatedly.

But at the moment when they opened fire, Lu Qinghe had already dodged in advance, the sword light in his hand kept flickering, whether it was the gunman, or the martial arts master sent by Zhou Xuansheng, it was not his enemy at all, with the blood flying, each sword must have someone die.

"How is that possible!?"

A middle-aged man faintly led by the six people was stunned when he saw this scene, the other party could even dodge bullets?

His eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

However, Lu Qinghe obviously didn't appreciate his shocked appearance, the sword flashed, blood splattered, and this one-on-eight battle ended with a result close to a one-sided slaughter.