Su Qingming's expression was calm, and he was not surprised that the master and apprentice gave up this sword competition.

The Sword Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, and now it has come to a divided situation.

A big reason is that the family has a monopoly on cultivation resources, whether it is the spirit stone veins in various parts of Yuanzhou, the medicine garden, or some relics controlled by the Sword Sect.

are all controlled by five surnames and seven families.

Even the spiritual pool, which is the most fundamental cultivation method, does not have a single line of master and apprentice.

This also made them have to go to some barren places in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm to practice for the sake of the young disciple's cultivation and better Ning Yuan.

Hundreds of years ago, the Zhuo Jianzun of Heavenly Sword Peak was extremely talented, and he was determined to change the pattern of the Sword Sect.

But he was secretly calculated by the family, not only the most beloved disciple fell into the demon, but even the disciples of the entire Heavenly Sword Peak were killed.

Zhuo Jianzun, whose sword heart was almost shattered, had to leave the continent. So far, there has been no news.

Later, the four halls could not bear the suppression of the family and rose up to resist, and it happened that the Shen Zhangjiao was facing a catastrophe of life and death, so he had to compromise.

That's the delicate balance that comes with today.

This time, Su Qingming was born, and many people have already seen the driving force behind him.

Mo Changqing, the governor of the outer court, is a disciple of Zhuo Jianzun.

Lu Lin, in charge of Dantang, is the master of the five-grade alchemy.

The weight of these two people is not light in the Sword Sect, and the reason why the master and apprentice line chose to back down was to show favor to Zhuo Jianzun.

On the gimbal platform, the guests who watched the ceremony saw this scene and were also thoughtful.

A powerful Sword Sect is more difficult to deal with than a split Sword Sect.

The pattern of the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm that has remained unchanged for thousands of years may begin to change from today.

"In this year's Chengjian Competition, Su Qingming won the championship!"

As Gu Ming's old voice announced the results of this big competition, the disciples of the Shen family and the Hu family of the same family were the first to leave.

Then the guests left their seats.

In the end, only Su Qingming and Gu Ming were left in the field.

The old man with a strong aura had a solemn expression and said, "The Heavenly Sword Peak has reappeared, since you have inherited the sword from the beginning, then the Great Array will naturally leave your mark." ”

Su Qingming nodded slightly.

In his previous life, he did the same thing after inheriting the Sword Heavenly Sword Peak.

In this life, Su Qingming heard that not only the Northern Demon Domain was about to move, but even the demon clans on the Southern Barbarian side began to frequently invade Yuanzhou.

Perhaps that master of the sect sensed the heavenly opportunity, so he would let the Heavenly Sword Peak reappear and try to restore the Sword Sect's mountain protection array.

"Winning the first place in the big competition is just the first step, you should know that the family will not easily let your Heavenly Sword Peak gain a firm foothold in the Sword Sect."

"But fortunately, over the years, I have also known that the family has done a little too much, as long as you are in the Sword Sect, no one will dare to kill you."

"But outside the Sword Sect, you have to be careful."

After speaking, Gu Ming's figure disappeared in place.

...

Two days later.

A small town hundreds of miles away from the Sword Sect.

An old man and a young man, two people in low shape braved the heavy rain and walked in the mud in embarrassment.

"Mao'er, don't worry, even if Dad fights for this life, he will let you reshape Linghu."

"Dad, it's impossible, it's too late, I said it a long time ago, that waste is different from before, Shen Shen didn't let us be pawns, he just wanted to completely control the Shen family."

"Nonsense!"

The two quarreled loudly, and pedestrians on the side of the road avoided it.

Shen Yi Zhai stiffened his body and walked forward with difficulty.

Through the heavy rain, a familiar figure appeared by the river.

"It's you!"

After the two saw the faces of the people who came, their faces turned pale suddenly.

Su Qingming's expression was calm.

"Su Qingming, what kind of deep hatred do I have with you, Shen Yizhai, and I don't even give you a way to live?" Shen Yizhai said in horror.

The two of them lost their cultivation and became ordinary people, so they were naturally driven out of the Sword Sect.

Su Qingming swung out a sword.

The two figures slowly fell.

The rain gradually weakened, and the Shen family of the Sword Sect was once powerful and majestic, and a month ago it was still fighting with the Great Demon of Bilingtan in the Misty Swamp.

The former Seven Elders, and his only son with outstanding talents.

Like a wild dog, he died on the riverside.

...

Heavenly Sword Peak.

Su Qingming walked through the dark forest, thinking about the top of the mountain.

It has been born for more than half a month, and the breath of life in Tianjian Peak is getting stronger and stronger, and from time to time you can hear the sound of cicadas and birds.

Stepping into this mountain again, Su Qingming's mood changed slightly.

I can't say whether it's nostalgia or sentimentality.

When he killed Shen Yizhai's father and son with a sword that day, Su Qingming felt as if an invisible shackle had been untied in his heart.

Naturally, his cultivation has also improved a lot.

It seems that in this life, there are all kinds of shackles from previous lives in the Dao heart, and it is not very smooth sailing.

When he returned to Heavenly Sword Peak, Su Qingming's face gradually returned to tranquility.

Behind him, the black-and-white iron-eating beast carried a sword in its hand, rampage along the way. Fortunately, there was no one in Tianjian Peak, otherwise he would have been captured and locked up in a beast cage.

The crescent moon is obscured by clouds.

When the man and the beast reached the top of the mountain, lightning and thunder were already roaring, and it was raining heavily.

It's just strange that both thunder and lightning and torrential rain fall in a strange trajectory.

It's like Heavenly Sword Peak has a terrifying existence, and even the thunder and lightning between heaven and earth can't help but want to annihilate it.

The iron-eating beast squatted at Su Qingming's feet with some fear, looking up from time to time and looking at the location on the top of the mountain that had been struck by countless thunderbolts.

In the darkness, electric light illuminates the entire mountain.

Su Qingming squinted slightly, and on the top of the mountain and the cliff, a majestic palace stood in the wind and rain.

Cold, desolate.

This Heavenly Sword Peak's Sword Transmission Hall has now reappeared in the world after hundreds of years, and I don't know if the resentful spirits in it have dispersed.

The mottled walls are carved with countless deep sword marks.

The primordial sword shone brightly, and it rose into the air like a sense.

Hundreds of years ago, Lu Shen, the outcast of Heavenly Sword Peak, was obsessed with the Immortal Sword Taichu and killed all the disciples in the entire peak.

What's even more terrifying is that he imprisoned everyone's divine souls in the Sword Transmission Hall, and over the years, that rich yin qi has almost turned into substance.

Su Qingming's expression was calm, and he walked up the steps step by step.

Roar!

There were faint roars in the hall, and the voice was full of unwillingness and resentment.

Rumble!

An extremely thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky, and the gloomy hall was instantly illuminated.

On the railing, the cat that has been like ink lies on it.

The cat lay lazily, its supple fur glowing, and it didn't look harmful.

But those turquoise pupils exuded an extremely strange light, and at a glance, it was like falling into an abyss, which was difficult to extricate from.

Su Qingming's expression was solemn.

In the Heavenly Sword Peak, those resentful souls were not terrifying, and Su Qingming was able to subdue them with the Taichu Sword in his hand.

But truly terrifying.

It's the one in front of me that looks harmless to humans and animals.

Cat!