Su Qingming stepped on the brown rock, and countless broken swords on both sides plunged into the ground.

The sword aura is compelling.

Even though his spiritual sense was far beyond that of ordinary people, he also felt that terrifying sword aura.

Among the group of people who went first, Shen Shenmiao had the highest talent, and at this moment he was far ahead of everyone else, and he was about to reach the mountainside.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qian and Shen Shenmiao were only half a body apart at this moment, which made countless younger disciples behind them all show surprised looks.

No one knew that in the outer courtyard, there were still people who could compete with Shen Shenmiao, who was in the same vein as the family.

Behind her, there was the spirit sword of the Sword Transmission Palace, this dark-faced young man, from the line of master and apprentice, I don't know if it was deliberate or otherwise, and he did not compete for the leading position.

It was Gu Qing of Bowangfeng who came down.

Yun Jianfeng's Hu Jiang ranked fifth.

Su Qingming's expression was indifferent, and he walked casually at the back of the team.

Half an hour later, several people stopped a thousand paces away from the mountainside.

At this moment, the majestic sword qi that oppressed their bodies made them have to sit down cross-legged and fight against their fate and spiritual power.

A hundred steps further, Hu Jiang struggled to move forward, and each step of movement required countless spiritual power, but at this moment he was still gritting his teeth and trying to climb up.

Fifty steps later, Hu Jiang's face turned red, and he couldn't help but want to give up, but when he turned around, he saw a cyan figure passing by leisurely.

Along with it, there was a casual gaze.

A simple action made Hu Jiang's blood surge and he struggled to stand up.

"Impossible, impossible! How did he do it, he was just a waste who hadn't even reached the yellow-level sword body, how could he resist the sword qi in the mountains. ”

"I don't believe it, my dignified disciple of the Hu family will not be as good as a waste!"

Hu Jiang asked himself if he compared with Shen Shenmiao, Lingjian and Gu Qing, there might be some gaps, but for Su Qingming, he didn't pay attention to it at all.

If it weren't for the elders of the clan who said that they would find an opportunity to kill him, Hu Jiang wouldn't even look at him.

On the mountainside, Su Qingming did not stop, and stepped straight onto the steeper steps.

In front of him, Shen Shenmiao and Gu Qing sat cross-legged, struggling to resist the majestic sword qi brought by countless broken swords.

Su Qingming glanced at them casually and passed them.

It's been more than half an hour.

At the foot of the Sword Mound Mountain, Murong Yue looked up, and Gu Jing Wubo's face showed an unprecedented look of surprise.

In her opinion, among this group of disciples, the only one who can really reach the top may be the spirit sword of the Sword Transmission Hall.

As for Shen Shenmiao, although he is the first in talent, he is still a little worse in terms of mental toughness.

It's just that now it seems that among the disciples of the outer court, Lu Qian unexpectedly surpassed Lingjianzi and stopped at a distance of about a hundred zhang from the top of the mountain.

But these people, what surprised her the most.

The one who reached the top.

It was actually the rumored waste of the Sword Sect, the waste that had barely been exhausted after three years of cultivation.

Su Qingming!

At this moment, above the sea of clouds, Zhang Zhi's cloudy eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and the wisps of white beard under his chin moved without wind.

Hu Yuanjian's expression was solemn, and the Zhenfeng Immortal Sword of Cloud Sword Peak beside him emitted a slight sword sound.

The pages of the book in Gu Yuanshen's hand quietly stagnated.

The elders of the Seven Peaks and the Four Halls were full of disbelief.

"Hmph, being able to reach the top first doesn't mean anything, after all, it still depends on which sword he chooses!"

Shen Yizhai opened his mouth to break the silence of the venue.

He had already recognized the boy who had reached the top of the sword mound as someone he had met once in the Misty Swamp.

At this time, seeing that this young man who had contradicted him at the beginning actually reached the top first, he couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart.

Zhang Zhi raised his head and said lightly: "Cultivation is like climbing to the peak, the higher you go, the more difficult it becomes, even if the big array is closed now, this young man can resist the sword qi condensed by the thousands of ancient swords in the sword shrine, which is enough to prove that he is a genius." ”

Zhang Zhi glanced at everyone in the family, and said with deep meaning: "The first one on the Heavenly Sword Peak also climbed to the top of the Sword Shrine Mountain at such an age. ”

The words fell, and several people fell silent.

Everyone knows how dazzling that first seat was back then, and they, the great sword immortals and great cultivators in the eyes of the world, were in front of him.

Like a firefly compared to the bright moon,

...

Su Qingming sensed several divine senses coming from the sea of clouds in the distance very early.

Such a major event as the sword mound inheriting the sword will naturally attract the attention of countless people.

Those sword qi that were difficult for ordinary people to resist did not hinder him much.

There are countless ancient swords in the sword mound, and the higher the place, the better the quality of the sword.

However, he came here just to find the Zhenfeng Immortal Sword 'Taichu' of Heavenly Sword Peak, and take it down the mountain by the way.

It's just that when he reached the top of the mountain, Su Qingming's eyes showed a look of helplessness.

Kenzuka Mountain, it's too big!

Rao is that he spreads out his spiritual sense, and he can only perceive the range of a hundred zhang around him, if he goes on like this, little by little.

Twelve hours may not be able to walk the entire Sword Shrine Mountain.

If it was on weekdays, he would be able to try to let the Guiru Sword release the Origin Sword Qi, and as soon as this divine sword came out, the arrogant nature of the Ether Primal Sword would definitely take the initiative to come out.

It's just that now there are not only many disciples of the younger generation of the family and the master and apprentice lineage in the mountain, but above the sea of clouds, many elders of the four halls and seven peaks are also secretly observing.

Su Qingming didn't want to cause too much trouble now.

Looking down the mountain, there was a green figure that stopped a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain.

Qian'er, she must have reached her limit.

But so what, in this life, Su Qingming wants her to also stand at the highest place in the world.

The young man then closed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Disperse!" ”

The next moment, there were countless sword sounds in the air.

The sea of qi rolled, the sword qi was messy, and the whistling sound of the Dao broke through the air.

...

Lu Qian was still a hundred zhang away from the top of the mountain, but at this time, the spiritual power in her body had been exhausted, and she could no longer move forward half a step.

She knew in her heart that the sword on the top of the mountain was the best quality.

Master Mo once said that there is a sword pool above the sword mound, in which hundreds of really good swords are hidden, and there are even a few high-grade spirit swords that are pregnant with sword spirits.

"Senior Brother Qingming, I don't know why you have suddenly changed so much, when you want to say it, you will naturally tell me."

"But I want to go on with you all the time, just like you brought me to the Sword Sect three years ago."

Lu Qian accumulated all his spiritual power, and stood up with difficulty, his eyes full of determination.

She knew that the Shen family's proud son of heaven in the cave had coveted her for a long time, and Senior Brother Qing Ming had been suppressed countless times.

Lu Qian even suspected that the reason why the senior brother couldn't breathe for three years was because of the Shen family's secret hand.

"I don't want to be a burden to Senior Brother Qingming." Lu Qian clenched his fists and stepped forward again.

One-step.

Two steps.

The majestic sword qi made her forehead full of sweat, and even the sea of consciousness was pierced by a faint sword qi.

Pain!

Heartbreaking!

Lu Qian didn't stop, still looking at the top of the mountain and walking, his thin body looked extremely tall at the moment.

Fifty steps later.

Lu Qian finally didn't have half the strength, she looked at the cyan figure on the top of the mountain, and muttered.

"Senior Brother Qingming, I really want to stand on the top of the mountain with you."