Su Qing looked at the sky with sword qi and an indifferent expression.

Not far away, the Qionghua Fairy and other Occult Moon Sect and Kunlun disciples each sacrificed their own fairy sword magic weapons, and for a while, the field was full of inspiration and brilliance.

The most eye-catching thing is a water-blue fairy sword, the sword body is slender, and the aura is majestic and continuous, and as soon as it appears, it will cause the surrounding aura to fluctuate.

The owner of the fairy sword is none other than the Qionghua Fairy of the Occult Moon Sect, this infamous beautiful woman frowned, and her cultivation at the peak of the Divine Journey Realm was completely released, so that Lu Qian on the side couldn't help but look sideways frequently.

Lu Qian's body moved, and he also summoned his natal immortal sword, Qing Suo.

This magic sword, which was once famous in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm and killed countless demons, shone brightly at this moment, and overwhelmed the light of the fairy sword of Qionghua Fairy in an instant.

The magic weapon that belongs to the unique immortal weapon is extremely spiritual, emitting a Dao blue light, protecting Lu Qian.

Just as everyone was watching the big array with vigilant expressions, the irregular sword qi above the Fuyao Sword Array suddenly exploded.

Every sword qi pointed at one person in the field.

One person is a sword.

Qionghua Fairy's pupils shrank, and she urged the fairy sword in her hand with all her strength, and shouted at many fellow disciples at the same time: "Urge the magic weapon with all your strength, don't stay strong." ”

After many years of traveling to the South China Sea Islands and searching for the Ruins Immortal Mansion, Qionghua Fairy's experience was obviously much higher than that of everyone else, and the moment the Fuyao Sword Array was activated, she knew the horror of this great array.

It seemed to confirm her guess, the sword qi falling from the sky seemed to be controlled by someone, the angle was tricky, the sword qi was majestic, and what everyone saw in their eyes was not a sword qi.

It's an illusory old man who is wielding his sword intent.

In the field, Kunlun and the disciples of the Moon Occultation Sect all tried their best to resist the attacking sword qi, only Su Qingming's figure remained unmoved, but what was surprising was that the sword qi scattered in the sky did not seem to attack him.

They went around like they were old friends.

It's just that at this moment, everyone's attention is on defending against sword qi attacks, and no one sees it.

Bang bang bang!

The screeching sound of dozens of gold and iron colliding was endless.

A few breaths later.

There were several Kunlun disciples whose cultivation was too weak, and they were instantly pierced through their chests by sword qi, and then they died.

The sword qi that Lu Qian encountered at this moment was also as thick as an arm, and the illusory figure that appeared in front of her was extremely tall, and the realm was even more unfathomable.

For a while, she was entangled in the sword qi, and she couldn't be distracted to save it at all, so she had to shout at Su Qingming: "What are you doing, don't break the formation quickly." ”

From Su Qingming's line of sight, these sword qi seemed to be different, and according to the strength of their respective opponents' cultivation, the strength of the sword qi was also different.

For example, the sword qi in front of Lu Qian's body has almost reached the sixfold peak of the sword path, while the sword qi of the Qionghua Fairy is even more vigorous, which can almost be compared to the combat power of the three realms of the Dao Gate Returning to Truth.

Under the farthest remnant sword statue, Dong Chengyi was also attacked by the sword array, that sword aura was as brilliant as the great sun, and the breath of the three realms of returning to the truth was wanton, and the handsome man who had been beaten down by Su Qingming was struggling to resist at the moment, straining left and right, and was in danger.

Su Qingming heard Lu Qian's shout, but he didn't respond, nor did he make any moves, he still scanned the entire array, and finally his eyes fell on the ordinary flying sword that couldn't help trembling and triggered the counterattack of the sword array.

The characteristic of this sword formation is that when it is strong, it is strong, and when it is weak, it is weak, which is also the reason why someone was able to leave safely from the Liyang Sect before.

In Su Qingming's opinion, this is a very good experience, whether it is a disciple of the Moon Occultation Sect Kunlun, if he can't even resist a sword qi of no one envoy, then there is no point in cultivating.

In the long years, Su Qingming didn't care about many people, and life and death were a test for every cultivator.

So Su Qingming didn't make a move.

The more important reason is that Su Qingming is waiting.

The reason why Su Qingming decided that the key to breaking the formation was that when he first came to this courtyard, there was a trace of familiarity under the huge Heavenly Love Tree.

The breath of Li Qinglian, a moral outcast.

Su Qingming was not surprised that the sword of the Void True Man at that time did not kill this amazing and talented outcast of morality, because the entire Great Wilderness Ancient Realm knew that even his master, the Dean of Moral Sense, did not kill him.

And the message left by Luo Zhen before he died also vaguely mentioned the moral outcast, but Su Qingming was not sure.

Li Qinglian.

What is his position.

Su Qingming had only met the man who acted in a disorderly manner once and a half, and half of it was in the town under the gate of the Xianxia Sect, and he sensed his presence from a distance.

And the other was the siege in the wasteland.

Su Qingming was very sure that if he hadn't met the real person who guarded the void at that time, the end of the wasteland party would have been death, real death.

But Luo Zhen vaguely said that his list of shadow palaces was from the Liyang Sect.

There is also the breath left by Li Qinglian here.

There is also a flying sword that seems ordinary, but it is extremely crucial.

Su Qingming looked up at the sky and whispered, "What kind of person are you?" ”

...

As time passed, more than a dozen disciples of Kunlun and the Hidden Moon Sect in the field were crumbling, covered with sword marks, and a few of them were even half-kneeling on the ground.

More people have already died under the sword qi, and the genius disciples of these holy lands are not very old, but they have outstanding talents.

If it is placed in some other sects in the five continents of the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, it can almost be regarded as a personal disciple.

But here, even a sword qi from the sword formation couldn't resist it.

The only people who could be encouraged to maintain it in the field were Liao Liao and a few people such as Lu Qian and Qionghua Fairy.

"Senior Brother Su Qingming, we are all disciples of the Holy Land, why don't you make a move?" The Qionghua Fairy, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, couldn't help but speak out when she saw that Su Qingming's figure was still unmoved.

There may be a conflict between the nine holy lands for some interests that will not be put on the surface, but it is generally peaceful, and only a few holy places are like fire and water between them.

For example, Dao Sect and Liubo Mountain.

However, the relationship between the Dao Sect and the Kunlun and the Occult Moon Sect was extremely close, and the three families were all in the same lineage as the Dao Sect, and the Qionghua Fairy did not believe that Su Qingming would deliberately borrow the hands of the Yang Sect to kill the disciples of the two sects.

But in the face of the increasingly powerful sword qi, Fairy Qionghua still lacked a trace of incomprehension in her heart.

But the answer to this confusion soon emerged.

Because Su Qingming made a move.

He didn't use the Jingqing Immortal Sword, which was very famous in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, but casually held the ordinary flying sword suspended in front of him.

As soon as Su Qingming's hand touched the hilt of the sword, the flying sword instantly emitted a ripple of sword qi.

Like a boulder falling into a lake, the ripples of sword qi spread in all directions with the flying sword as the center, passing over the courtyard of blue bricks and white tiles, over the statue of the remnant sword, and over Liyang Mountain.

At the top of Liyang Mountain, that huge pillar of light seemed to have been touched by something, and suddenly exploded.

Countless sword lights fell like stars.

Moment.

The entire Liyang Mountain fell into a ban.

Everyone in the Liyang Sect was immersed in a strange space at the same time, motionless.

Fairy Qionghua maintained the movement of the sword, Lu Qian's posture froze in a graceful arc, and Dong Chengyi, who was at the farthest end, stopped at a Dao magic cast.

Only Su Qingming looked at all this with a calm expression.

Su Qingming held the flying sword in his hand, looked up at the top of Liyang Mountain, and then stepped out.

...

...

On top of the mountain.

The snow that has been precipitated for nearly a thousand years has remained unchanged for eternity.

Su Qingming carried his left hand behind his back, and held a long sword in his right hand, and slowly walked forward.

In front of his gaze, a thin figure sat cross-legged, his entire body almost blending into the world.

It was an old man.

The old man had gray hair and a gray beard, but strangely enough, his body was not soaked in the wind and snow.

Coarse cloth clothes, bleak figure.

When Su Qingming's footsteps stopped, the old man opened his eyes and spoke in an old and hoarse voice.

"It turns out that you actually flowed through time and returned to a lifetime."

There are many meanings of this sentence, Su Qingming understood the meaning, looked at the old man in front of him and said calmly: "I thought that for three thousand years, only me and the guy in the north were still alive, but I didn't expect you to be dead." ”

Su Qingming glanced at the ground under the old man, and said lightly: "I just didn't expect you to choose this way in the end." ”

The young man in the green shirt in the wind and snow seemed a little lonely at this moment.

It seems that he is the only one who has come here in the ancient years, setting foot in Liyang Mountain, a place that no one has been to for thousands of years.

There was a hint of reunion on the old man's knife-like face, and he smiled: "I survived after all, didn't I." ”

The old man paused, looked at Su Qingming with some hope, and then said, "You won't just bring a sword." ”

Su Qingming shook his head slightly, took out a golden gourd with his left hand and threw it over.

The old man reached out and took it, uncorked the bottle, and drank it with his head up.

"Long time, good wine!"

It's been a long time since I've had alcohol.

The wine now is good wine.

Su Qing stood quietly in the wind and snow, did not make a sound, and waited until the old man drank the wine in the gourd before he said calmly: "When I was about to go up the mountain, I took it from a young man who returned to the Three Realms, and the wine in Kunlun Mountain is not bad. ”

The old man took a deep breath, his face was full of satisfaction, and then he smiled: "Are you Taixuan, or is it another person?" ”

Su Qingming said calmly: "I don't know, but my current name is Su Qingming." ”

The old man nodded, and said seriously: "You and I both know that the road has been broken, so the catastrophe for the sake is just the same thing, but I wonder if you are now reborn or reborn?" ”

Su Qingming was silent for a while, shook his head and said, "When I woke up, I didn't remember many things, but some people still haven't forgotten. ”

Su Qingming's originally indifferent eyes had a hint of brightness, and he said word by word: "The sword god is immortal, and it lasts." ”

The founding patriarch of the Liyang Sect.

The third sword cultivator in three thousand years to step into the realm of creation.