Su Qingming's figure took a step forward.

The white points of light at the point where the two sword tips collided suddenly shone brightly, almost suppressing the light of the great sun on the top of Liyang Mountain.

The young man in the green shirt had a hint of understanding in his eyes, the sword god's body had been fused into heaven and earth for three thousand years, but for some reason, it was not in harmony with the Dao, which caused the old man's longevity to gradually decline.

The decay of the essence of life represents the decline of the cultivation realm.

Even the old man in front of him, who was like a god and ignored mortal dust, was just a sword path eightfold, and it was just a flying ascension realm among the upper three realms when divided by the Dao Gate realm.

The Daomen has a long heritage, and the realm has changed over the years, in Su Qingming's era, the Daomen once had a saying of the twelfth floor, but I don't know why it has its own nine realms now.

In that magnificent era, the strength of the old man has never fallen into the top five, even in the face of Zhuo Jianzun, the strongest person in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm, and the Demon Ancestor in the north, known as the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons.

The old man was not inferior to the two.

Su Qingming vaguely remembered that when the two of them competed in swords, the old man's realm had already stepped into the extreme realm of swordsmanship, and the realm of cultivation was far beyond the fairy realm.

Unexpectedly, the body was integrated into Liyang Mountain, which made heaven and earth absorb too much spiritual power and origin.

As Su Qingming's previous life, Zhuo Jianzun, said, the way is in the sky.

That's a dead end.

A moment after time passed, Su Qingming's thoughts turned, and his eyes once again fell on the nameless old man.

"Even if the sword path cultivation is weak, why has the sword intent become so weak, what has happened over the years?"

Su Qingming frowned slightly, held down the fairy sword, and did not strike again.

The old man's dark eyes flashed with a hint of clarity, and he said flatly: "For countless years, the aura of Liyang Mountain has not been inferior to the dozens of caves in Dongzu Prefecture, and the reason is that I have continuously lost my origin qi to make up for the spiritual power in the mountain. ”

Su Qingming was puzzled and asked, "Why?" ”

The old man was not speaking.

What answered Su Qingming was the sword sound of the remnant sword in the sky, which spread throughout the nine heavens.

The sword is like a god.

The aura within a radius of a hundred miles from Yang Mountain began to surge wildly with the sound of the sword, and the ground on the top of the mountain, which was already full of cracks, began to sink, and each crack finally turned into an abyss a hundred zhang deep.

The rift abyss pointed along the tip of the remnant sword, like a god-man giant sword, and then stabbed into the earth as majestic as the shore.

Su Qing looked at the scene in front of her, and her calm face was a little more solemn.

It turned out that the no-one had come to scatter his own origin qi in the world of Liyang Mountain for three thousand years, and then imprisoned all the spiritual qi with the help of the sword array.

In this way, his realm cultivation will not be weakened by the erosion of time.

The bland sword from before was just a means for the old man to regain his original qi.

Three thousand years ago, he was a nameless old man who competed with Zhuo Jianzun for nine days.

At this moment, he finally revealed the cultivation that surpassed his own heaven and earth, in Liyang Mountain.

He is God.

Anyone in his world is like a baby entering a group of thick men.

The aura changes brought about by the remnant sword shook the sword array on the top of the imprisoned mountain.

The Great Array, which had existed for three thousand years, turned into nothingness in an instant, and with the disappearance of the sword array, the Kunlun Yaochi disciples such as Lu Caiwei and the Water Moon Fairy, who had originally fallen into a strange stagnation, moved.

But after a breath, with the old man's casual finger, they fell into a certain period of time and space and stagnated.

The chaotic sword qi like a storm is intertwined like a curtain, like ten thousand swords gathering.

The old man raised his eyelids, looked at Su Qingming like a mortal ant, and said indifferently: "Whether you are Zhuo Lu in the past or Su Qingming now, you will die." ”

Su Qingming, who was in the midst of the turbulent waves of aura, casually held the long sword that was like a mortal weapon, and said calmly: "Speaking of which, your style of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect has fused the origin of heaven and earth in Liyang Mountain, and it is also a bit like the Divine Dao cultivator who used the godhead of heaven and earth as the source in ancient times, if I can't stop your sword now." ”

The young man in the green shirt had his left hand behind him, and he did not have a trace of fear in the face of the coercion like the lord of heaven and earth.

The deep and indifferent eyes bloomed with sky-high battle intent at this moment.

Su Qingming gently wiped the body of the long sword, and the flying sword like water underwent strange changes with his slender fingers.

This flying sword that was taken from the Liyang Sect was as if it was being scorched by fire at this moment, and the silver-white sword body began to drop a little sword light.

Wait until Su Qingming holds the sword.

This ordinary flying sword reveals its true face.

The academy, one of the seven holy places in the ancient world of the Great Wilderness, has been in charge of Zhongzhou for tens of thousands of years, from the Confucian saint preaching the Tao Haoran, to the seventy-two sages and gentlemen of the Confucian sect preaching with literature, establishing religion and establishing morality, to this era, Confucianism has become the belief of countless countries in the ancient world of the Great Wilderness, and countless scholars and students have used what they have learned to educate the common people.

The history books of the Confucianism over the past countless years have only compiled into an ancient book with only a few dozens of pages, and the ancient world of the Great Wilderness has spanned tens of thousands of years from ancient times to the present, and countless Confucian people have emerged, amazed the era in which they lived, but these people, and the things they left behind, have not been recorded in that book.

In this ancient book that records the history of Confucianism, there is a special page that records a fairy artifact of Confucianism.

Haoran Sword.

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"It's actually this sword, that guy really comes from an extraordinary background." The old and emotionless voice interrupted Su Qingming's thoughts.

In this moment of thinking, the old man did not make a move.

Because he really wanted to see this young man who claimed to be the reincarnation of Zhuo Jianzun, what way could he break this sword that had been waiting for three thousand years.

Zhuo Lu or Su Qingming really did not disappoint.

Even now, he is just a weak person who has never even touched the three realms.

The corners of the young man in the green shirt in front of the old man curled slightly, and then a calm voice sounded, "You have the sword of heaven and earth, and I have the sword of the world, half a catty and eight taels." ”

Su Qingming, who was standing with a sword, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said impatiently: "Take out the sword." ”

The old man nodded and said, "Okay." ”

The words just fell.

The remnant sword that had already condensed the shadow of the Ten Thousand Dao Sword fell instantly.

Thundered!

The air resounded with sword qi, dao qi, and the sound of two immortal swords colliding that was rare in the world.

The originally invisible collision sound actually revealed a ripple visible to the naked eye at this moment.

Like a giant mountain falling into the surface of a lake, a huge bottomless black hole was formed in the very center, and then an invisible ball of light suddenly jumped up and exploded when it reached the ground.

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In the northern land of Dongzu Prefecture, towering into the clouds, the mountain peaks surrounded by countless fairy clouds and cranes appeared three rainbow lights in an instant.

The first rainbow light came to the top of Kunlun Mountain, and it was the Kunlun master of this generation.

Then another figure followed, and no one could hear it.

"Brother Master, who's there?"

The fairy wind Dao bones, the Kunlun Palm Sect with the Dao clothes swaying in the wind gently flicked his long beard, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by an old voice.

"The sword of heaven and earth and the sword of the world, senior brother, with your cultivation, can you urge such a majestic power."

As the voice fell, Liu Shouyi appeared in front of the two.

The three highest-ranking Daoists of the Kunlun Holy Land gathered on the top of the mountain, and the power of the two swords, which were tens of thousands of miles away, even shocked them.

When Kunlun Sect Leader heard this, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then he sighed and said: "That realm, the current Great Wilderness Ancient Realm has only been snooped on by Zhuo Jianzun and the martial artist of Emperor Wu City, and I am still far behind." ”

The two people behind Lao Dao were naturally able to understand the truth, and Liu Shouyi showed a look of surprise, and asked puzzledly: "Zhuo Jianzun is in retreat for thirty-three days, and that martial artist is nowhere to be found, who else in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm can reach that realm now?" ”

"That place has been imprisoned, and even my divine sense can't penetrate it, Senior Brother Liu, why don't you go there?"

Kunlun Zhangjiao's expression was unfathomable, and he smiled at the junior brother on the side.

Liu Shouyi nodded slightly and said, "I heard that a few days ago, my precious apprentice followed Senior Nephew Dong there to investigate an unpopular sword sect, I have to go and take a look." ”

After that, the old Dao's figure gradually disappeared in place, and the next moment it appeared a hundred miles away.

The old Taoist priest has been such a closed disciple all his life, so he is naturally reluctant to have any accidents.

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Not far from the Yaochi Wonderland.

A noble woman in palace clothes stood by the Yao Pond and sprinkled fish food in her hands at will.

Suddenly, the woman looked up at the sky, a look of disbelief on her face.

"On the twelfth floor of the Daomen, the fairy realm is not an immortal, and there are still people who have stepped into that realm."

The woman of the Holy Lord of Yaochi has cultivated to the heavens, but she has not set foot in the Great Wilderness Ancient Realm for decades, and at this time she is also curious about the vision of heaven and earth that came from tens of thousands of miles away.

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At this moment, the place where the two holy places guessed the truth was from the top of Liyang Mountain.

Su Qingming used the sword of the world left behind by the academy outcast, the Haoran Sword, to block the sword of heaven and earth of the nameless old man.

The vision of the collision of the two swords almost cut off the entire top of Liyang Mountain, and countless mountain top wreckage mixed with gravel and snow rolled down the cliff.

And in the wind and snow shocks in the sky, Su Qingming's figure continued to retreat with the huge wave of qi, and the Haoran sword left by Li Qinglian was across his chest, barely resisting the majestic sword qi that rushed in front of him.

As far as Su Qingming could see, Lu Caiwei and Yaochi Kunlun, who were stuck in the sword sect halfway up the mountainside, were unaware of the oncoming sword qi.

Without thinking much about it, Su Qingming pushed the long sword in his hand to look at the mountainside, and this human sword without any light arrived at the mountainside in the blink of an eye, and then the tip of the sword emitted a faint yellow light, like a hundred fireworks, protecting everyone.

And Su Qingming, who had lost the immortal sword protection, had no change in his expression, his right hand moved slightly, and the Jing Qing sword then appeared in his hand.

Su Qingming glanced at the fairy sword in his hand, and sighed: "I promised you before, if I can't beat it, I will run, but with my temper, I always want to give it a try, you won't blame me." ”

Jing Qingjian, whose red light flowed, seemed to have a little emotion, and shook the sword body slightly.

Su Qingming smiled helplessly: "Just a sword." ”

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