There have been countless generations of young three swords in the world.

But the real three swords in the world, for thousands of years, have always been just those three people.

In the case of equal talent, the length of years is naturally difficult to surpass.

Until the death of the Blades.

This made many sword cultivators really see the possibility of being among them.

Some of the stories may have been silent and rarely noticed in the tide of the millennium.

But of course that also exists.

At that moment, Jiang Ye seemed to suddenly understand the reason why the senior brother named Shanzhaoshui said goodbye to them after the sword was sent away.

There are no complicated triggers.

It's just that the Tao is different and doesn't conspire with each other.

Shanzhaoshui is still very young.

Among so many human sword cultivators, this six-stacked sword cultivator who was only fifty years old was naturally young.

So he is not only charming.

Probably the bones are still there.

Jiang Ye, who was nearly twenty years younger than Shan Zhaoshui, didn't say anything, just looked at this senior brother for a long time, and then said softly after a long time: "That's really good." ”

What's so bad?

What's wrong with the desire to go up?

Jiang Ye didn't know either, so he just silently carried his two swords, Qingcai and Huaimin's sleeplessness, followed the flow of people, and drowned in the wind and sand of the desert.

......

When the army that had crossed Daze after the thirteen bows of the Great Yi had blasted open the north-south passage appeared in the territory of Huangliang, no one knew what the people in the fake capital who heard such news thought.

It's just that on the day when the northern army came, people saw Lord Zuo Shi hanging on the streets of the fake capital like a lantern that had been decayed in the years.

As for the young man, he knelt there in silence.

Soon after, he was detained by the Shaoqing of Dali Temple who came with the army, and in the afternoon of the same day, he was executed outside the palace gate for the crime of killing the king.

Not only that, but the officials of all sizes related to the second fake capital incident were convicted and executed by Dali Temple very quickly on the same day.

The short-lived state of Chu fell again.

Huang Liang returned to the government of the Nine Divisions and Emperors.

The people of the Huangliang world, who had been calm for thousands of years, finally remembered that the land in the north was far stronger than that in the south, so they sometimes did not tell them a lot of truth.

Whether those stories are generous, whether they are passionate, whether they are full of the loyalty of the people who gave birth to their own land.

These are all things that do not need to be delved into and reason.

Of course, there is only one windy dynasty in the world.

This sentence was said by the old Jing Zhaoyin, who had already returned to his hometown, when he was standing on the streets of the fake capital.

At the time of the Huangliang coup, such an old man had already rushed back to the fake capital.

Even the corpse of such a Liuyun Sword Cultivator was buried on the side of the Divine Capital with the help of this old man, reflecting the land of divine light that was standing in the green mountains of the world by Yao Ji.

The story of Huangliang may indeed be just the story of the chilling cicada.

Or maybe it's more than that.

But it's over.

After the goddess returned to heaven, the northern demon clan crossed the sea, and the Hanging Courtyard was buried in Shanyue City.

The land had to rely on the north to survive such a near-winter.

The old Jing Zhao Yin still holds the position of Jing Zhao Yin.

In the story of the fake capital as a companion capital, the importance of Jing Zhaoyin naturally far exceeds that of the people of the Nine Divisions.

The old man stood at the head of the Autumn Wind City that day, silently watching as the army crossed the Huaidu and turned to the land of Cong Ran Jianyuan to the east of Huangliang.

A person from the world stood not far away, looked at the old man in amazement and said, "Did Lord Jing Zhaoyin guess such a result a long time ago?" ”

The old man who was getting older stood in the autumn wind with an umbrella, silently looking back at the people in the fake capital. It's like a story from 1,000 years ago.

The old man did not answer such a question.

I just looked at it for a long time, and then turned my head back, squinting my eyes, and looking at the increasingly blurred and muddy world.

The old man is so old, why should he be greedy for anything?

It's just the story of Huangliang, someone has to clean up the mess.

When he first said goodbye, Lord Jing Zhaoyin was naturally more sincere than anyone else.

After all, who would have thought that the chilling cicada would actually die in the fake capital?

The old man looked at it for a long time with embarrassment, and went out of the city alone with an umbrella, under the autumn mountain outside the fake capital.

The tomb of the cicada is not very far away.

It was only after the old man walked for a long time that he finally appeared at the very quiet grave at the foot of such a mountain.

After watching it for a long time, the boss said softly: "I don't know if the 20,000 yuan that the Hanging Courtyard owes you, whether it has been repaid." ”

The old man really didn't know if such a thing had a result.

He didn't care about the direction of Huangliang, but he was very sorry that such a sword cultivator died in this southern land.

As for Liu March.

That Taoist probably didn't even have bone powder left.

Even if the sword of the cold cicada was to cut off the remaining divine power in the Divine Sea of Liu March.

After all, this Daoist was only in the Nine Realms at the moment when the sword came.

The sword of the Four Stacks of Cultivation Burning the Divine Sea, of course, he could not withstand it.

The old man stood silently in front of the tomb for a long time, and then turned his head to look at the divine capital that was still full of divine light.

The Taiyi Spring Festival is only a matter of the beginning of this year.

But it seems to be far away.

It's as far away as a piece of history that isn't real.

The old man sighed, and walked the way he had come.

......

Qi Jingyuan was actually very lucky, glad that such a sword abyss was indeed insurmountable.

Otherwise, they will be defeated more quickly.

Although those demon clans who crossed the sea were only called the White Deer Demon Clan.

But in fact, these demon clans include the big demons of many towns in the south.

When the Shanyue Fire was lit, many demon clans in the south flocked to such a city on the seaside plain under some deliberate trends.

These demon clans once forced the entire south into panic and dilemma.

Even if Jian Yuan is the home of the cultivation of sword power, but here it is only to suppress the cultivation of those sword intent, and it is actually not of much use to many demon clans who have not cultivated swords.

Later, Han Cicada, despite the opposition of everyone in the fake capital, transferred the witch armor back from the north and filled the Cong Ran battlefield, which really greatly relieved the pressure on Jian Yuan.

It's just that with Yao Ji's departure, the armor of divine power that those witch armors are draped in has also begun to lose its due power.

Of course, the Land of Worship can possess extremely powerful power with the return of gods and ghosts.

It's just that after the gods and ghosts leave again, they will fall into an extremely embarrassing and weak situation.

This sword cultivator, who was already like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, sat on the mountain rock on the side of the sword abyss with his sword on his hand, gasping with blood all over his body.

In front of him was such a place, like a narrow valley left by a sword of heaven and earth.

For the past thousand years, Jian Yuan has been extremely peaceful.

Even the battle for the founding of the Gale Dynasty did not burn the flames of war here.

This made such a sparsely populated abyssal valley land spawn an extremely large cultivation place.

On both sides of the cliff wall of Jianyuan, there are buildings built by sword cultivators, either on the top of the mountain, or on the valley wall.

Qi Jingyuan still remembers that when he was young, he came to see this Huangliang Sword Cultivation Land for the first time with his father.

That was many years ago.

At that time, Qi Jingyuan held Qi Jinyuan's hand, and followed the figure of the man who looked extremely tall at that time, passed through those very brilliant lights, and stood on the side of Jian Yuan.

Qi Jingyuan squinted his eyes and recalled the scene at that time.

It should be like a long river full of river lights.

Or, on a spring day, a line of mountain flowers blooms in full swing.

That was the night when I saw the first time I saw the lights of the Sword Abyss flourishing in this extremely long and narrow place, almost across the abyssal valley.

At that moment, Qi Jingyuan really believed that there was once a god in the world.

But that's not the gods and ghosts of Huangliang.

It's a much more distant existence.

Although he later learned that the sword cultivation of the Sword Abyss came from all directions and were not the native inhabitants of such a deep valley, he still felt that they were like the people of some ancient gods, staying here for a long time, offering the lights of the world like flowers, and sticking to some beliefs that had not changed for thousands of years.

Imagination is, of course, a very beautiful and grand thing.

When Qi Jingyuan came back to his senses from his imagination, Qi Jinyuan, who looked younger, walked over with his sword in his hand and threw a pot of wine into his arms.

Qi Jingyuan stood up with his sword in his hand, and stood on the side of the sword abyss with Qi Jinyuan, overlooking such an extremely shocking narrow abyss valley in the distance.

This scene is actually very similar to the scene many years ago.

It's just that those mountain flowers and river lamps have been covered with demon blood, broken and silent, and the man who took them to see Jian Yuan at the beginning has also died of old age.

Under the abyss valley, in the deepest place, even the sword abyss sword cultivation cannot go deep, and for thousands of years, only the original sword grinding cliff Qingyi has ever entered and seen.

But what was in it, such a man sitting on a high cliff in silence, never told the world.

So it became a kind of long-standing secret that could not be snooped on.

The two people standing in the twilight of the sword abyss looked young, but the sword momentum was extremely sharp, even if those blood qi surged, they might avoid three points.

Death Sword Technique.

Qi Jingyuan stood there and drank very calmly.

Qi Jinyuan glanced back at the south and said lightly: "Huai'an's army will be able to reach Cong Ran at the end of the month. ”

Qi Jingyuan just nodded slightly, and seemed to sigh a little.

Qi Jinyuan looked at his brother, but he understood something, turned his head, and said slowly: "Are you still sorry for the cicada?" ”

Qi Jingyuan said calmly: "Why not? That kind of Liuyun Sword Cultivator, to put it mildly, was actually brought into this story. ”

"When I was in Minghefang, if I hadn't asked him to help me save Liu Chunfeng, probably he wouldn't have fallen into the quagmire of yellow sorghum."

"It's a pity that it's not just him, it's us, who were also deceived by those people in the fake capital."

This appearance is like a young man's sword cultivator, and there is some anger in his expression.

"They don't care about the world. They just feel hesitant in the face of the gods and ghosts returning to the world, so we see those struggles as a kind of loyalty to the world. ”

Qi Jingyuan's voice was cold.

This is not surprising.

Just like what Qi Jinyuan and Fang Zhiqiu said at the beginning.

The reason why the people of Jianyuan are willing to participate in the story of entering the fake capital is not that they are standing on the same river.

It's just that they think that gods and ghosts are not real gods.

It is also difficult for these sword cultivators who are guarding the sword abyss against the stones to whimsically try to break free from the wind with the power of the yellow sorghum like them.

They are also sword cultivators.

Naturally, I understand how much there is a gap between the heights of the two sides of Daze.

If it weren't for the chaos brought about by the nineteenth chapter, Huai'an itself would have fallen into it.

Maybe the rumors brought by Huangliang Daze will subside sooner than everyone imagined.

Qi Jinyuan didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, facing the evening breeze, but he also had a little cough.

Unlike his young man's appearance, the coughing voice was very poignant and muddy, like a sword that was so sharp that a hole had been cut in the scabbard, and the wind was hoarse.

Qi Jingyuan silently turned his head, looked at Qi Jinyuan, and looked at it for a long time.

"How many more times can you draw your sword?"

Qi Jinyuan, who originally looked calm, laughed after hearing his brother's question, raised his hand and touched his head, and said very happily: "Once." ”

Qi Jingyuan was silent there, and after a long time, he said softly: "I have two more times." ”

Qi Jinyuan was not surprised.

The two of them are already a little too young.

A little further down, he could probably only hold the wooden sword that cut down a rape flower.

This young boy, who was younger than Qi Jingyuan, held a sword that was almost taller than his own and stood near the abyss.

Probably like his name.

This sword cultivator is now very close to the sword abyss.

But in fact, the names of the two have nothing to do with Jian Yuan.

It was their father's wake-up call to the sword trick of dying.

Drawing a sword, such as the abyss.

If you pull it out, you will get closer.

If you are close, you will respect it.

This is exactly what its name suggests.

It's a sword to death.

Qi Jinyuan's body was no longer enough as a scabbard to withstand another sword draw.

Even if a certain sword of green mountains and water comes from Huai'an, seeing this young man's sword momentum, he must also exclaim a good sword.

So after Qi Jinyuan finished saying such a sentence, he threw his sword into the sword abyss—the sword abyss sword cultivation has been thousands of years, and countless swords have been thrown into it.

This little boy-like sword cultivator stretched out his hand to Qi Jingyuan, who handed him the wine jug and looked at his brother with a complicated expression.

Jian Xiu, who had abandoned the sword, took a big sip of wine, and sat down on the side of the sword abyss very calmly, looking at the smoke clouds that had temporarily subsided in the distance, and the demon clan was resting east of the sword abyss.

It's a rare calm.

Perhaps the last lull.

Qi Jinyuan drank all the wine, threw the wine jug down, and rolled on the cliff wall of the abyss valley, stained with blood, like a good head.

"Before the arrival of Huai'an reinforcements."

Qi Jinyuan looked back at his brother.

"You still have three swords."