Su Qingming didn't speak, but Lu Qian, who was beside him, tilted his head and asked curiously, "Senior Brother Qingming, when did you meet Zhuo Jianzun?" ”

Since the little girl came to the Sword Sect, she had heard the legend of the dean countless times.

What she admires the most is that thousands of years ago, the dean crossed the West Sea and cut down the 360 Buddhas in the mountain with a sword, making the Lingyin Temple, which is also one of the seven holy places, closed for a hundred years.

Su Qingming turned around and said seriously, "A long, long time ago. ”

Lu Qian blinked, her face was full of incomprehension, but she didn't continue to ask, anyway, in the past six months, there have been too many strange things happening in Senior Brother Qingming.

"Now that we've got the Taichu Sword, let's go back." The little girl looked at the surrounding peaks with strong breath, and the elder whispered.

Su Qingming shook his head slightly, looked at Shen Yizhai who was hanging in the air, and said indifferently: "Before going down the mountain, take out a sword first." ”

The next moment.

The young man held a sword in his right hand and stabbed it lightly.

The gravel scattered on the ground of the sword pool began to tremble slightly, and then the smoke and dust falling from the sky stagnated around Su Qingming, not up or down, as if still.

The sword move is not out, but the sword momentum is full.

Shen Yizhai, who was locked by the Taichu Sword, had a solemn expression, and he knew at this moment that there had been an incomprehensible change in this young man.

The combat power shown is not as weak as it seems.

Shen Yizhai slowly clenched the 'Taixuan' sword in his hand, and mobilized the mana of his body with all his might, and the heaven and earth aura of the entire Sword Mound Mountain began to converge frantically on his body.

Looking down from the sky, Shen Yizhai was like a whale swallowing the sea.

Su Qingming closed his eyes and muttered, "Back then, what was the name of the sword that I used to slash through the void with Dongzhen..."

The light blue lightsaber began to envelop this ethereal mist, and then enveloped the young man's entire right arm, and then Su Qingming suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Falling Immortal Sword!" ”

A sword strikes!

Like the wind rises at the end of the green ping.

The majestic sword aura instantly filled the entire sword pool.

A sword qi dragon like the vast galaxy rushed out.

This sword, the sword qi is so strong, and the sword momentum is so strong that it has even far exceeded the sword cultivation limit of the Cave True Realm.

"It is! The most powerful style in Heavenly Sword Peak's "Falling Immortal Sword Technique"! How could he do this? "Gu Yuanshen, the first seat of Bowang Peak in the distance, is the most knowledgeable, and he can recognize the sword moves that the young man has performed at this moment.

It turned out to be the inheritance sword technique of Heavenly Sword Peak.

Hu Yuan looked at the sword qi dragon in front of him in disbelief, and muttered: "The sword spirit is combined, and forcibly let that kid's realm rise to the realm of the cave truth, if it is an ordinary person, he will not be able to withstand the majestic aura for a long time, this kid is still a martial artist." ”

Being able to make a low-level disciple who has just stepped into the Ning Yuan Realm instantly possess the strength of the Cave True Realm is also a means that only those great powers of Sword Venerable, Immortal Venerable, and Demon Venerable have.

That outer courtyard waste is probably one of the most talented people in the entire Sword Sect now.

At the foot of the Sword Mound Mountain, the young generation of geniuses who came here with Su Qingming to inherit the sword, such as the spirit sword of the Sword Transmission Palace, Gu Qing of Bowangfeng, and many geniuses from the same family all showed gloomy expressions.

It turned out that the former waste of the Sword Sect was already so high.

So high that they can only look up.

During the scene, Shen Yizhai didn't keep his hand, urged the mana of his whole body, and suddenly shouted: "Even if you are valued by that Sword Venerable, even if you get the inheritance of the Taichu Sword, so what." ”

This Seventh Elder from the Shen family looked like a madman at the moment, his eyes were red, and countless Psychic Ancient Swords seemed to feel his sky-high hatred, and they all revolved around his body.

"I don't care! Only when you die can you solve the demon barrier in my heart! ”

"Only if you're dead, Mi'er won't blame me for not protecting him!"

"No one can stop me."

...

The sword qi dragon that came straight and collided violently with the ten thousand sword rain like a rain curtain, and suddenly produced an incomparably brilliant light.

Rumble!

The sword qi dragon was still there, and the castration did not decrease in the slightest, passing through the center of the sword curtain that filled the sky.

Then he swept across Shen Yizhai's left arm without stopping.

Flutter!

The slight sound of the sword blade entering the body sounded, followed by a terrible scream from the entire sword pool.

"My hands!"

Countless people looked at it, only to see Shen Yizhai's face pale, his left arm was actually broken by a sword, and the red blood stains instantly stained his brocade clothes.

The intense pain made Shen Yizhai's face distort.

He looked at the breezy young man in front of him resentfully, and asked in a trembling voice, "Are you Su Qingming or Lu Shen!" ”

Su Qingming did not speak.

The sword qi dragon with a light blue light did not stop, but flew up in the air again, crashing towards Shen Yizhai's heart.

From the moment he stepped into Sword Shrine Mountain, Su Qingming sensed Lu Shen's obsession, and he had said to Lu Qian before, and he wanted to see what Lu Shen and the Taichu Sword Spirit were doing now.

In his previous life, after Su Qingming became a disciple of that Sword Venerable, he also stepped into Sword Mound Mountain to find the Taichu Sword.

It's just that at that time, Lu Shen's divine soul had already dissipated, leaving only the primordial sword spirit.

In this life, Su Qingming did not see Zhuo Jianzun, but he got the gourd of the past life that he left.

This gourd is a fairy treasure, which can sense and dissolve all the souls with resentment in the world, Mo Changqing invited Su Qingming to drink wine that day, and then left this gourd to him.

This deceased gourd and the Taichu Sword have known each other for 10,000 years, as long as Su Qingming takes it to the Sword Mound Mountain, he will definitely be able to get its recognition, so as to inherit this sword.

It's just that Mo Changqing didn't know that in this life, Lu Shen actually left a trace of obsession.

What's even more unfortunate is that Zhang Zhi actually instructed Shen Yizhai to preside over the Sword Shrine Great Array, which led to Shen Shenmiao being abolished from Linghu, which made Su Qingming have no choice but to fuse Lu Shen's obsession and forcibly improve his realm.

However, Su Qingming knew in his heart that as one of the four halls, Zhang Zhi, the hall master of the Law Enforcement Palace, was already at the peak of the Void Realm, and he knew many secrets of the Heavenly Sword Peak.

It is impossible not to know about Lu Shen.

In Su Qingming's opinion, the reason why Zhang Zhi did this was to use Lu Shen's hand to make a Cave True Realm elder of the family fall.

Therefore, Su Qingming cut down the sword without hesitation.

To some extent, he and Zhang Zhi have the same purpose.

In his previous life, Shen Yizhai took away the 'Bone Changing Pill' that Lu Qian had worked so hard to obtain, and even broke his meridians, making him almost die.

In addition to Shen Shenfei, the person Su Qingming wanted to kill the most was him.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Su Qingming said calmly.

"You just need to know that I'm here to avenge my previous life!"

The words fell.

The sword qi dragon, which was originally a little dim, burst out with brilliant light again, and crashed straight towards Shen Yizhai at a speed several times faster than before.

Above the sky, Shen Yizhai, who had lost his left arm, froze all over his body, and his right hand holding the 'Taixuan' sword couldn't stop trembling.

A shadow of death came over my heart.

For hundreds of years, this feeling has never been felt, and with his status, who can make himself feel this breath.

"Nope! ....”

Shen Yizhai muttered.