The upper and lower squares are said to be the universe, and the past and present are called the universe.

A sword can cut through time and space, and it can be called a cosmic edge.

The name is really overbearing.

The people in the silver garden were surprised, and Shen Shenfei was even more shocked and speechless.

All the disciples of the Sword Sect knew the story of Su Qingming's iron sword.

At that time, Immortal Master Mo of Shiyue Peak came to the end of his cultivation career and decided to return his sword to the Sword Sect.

He has copied the classics for more than 100 years in the peak, the realm is not very high, and his reputation is not obvious, logically speaking, he will only leave a faint sorrow in the Sword Sect, and he will gradually be forgotten. But when he came to the outside of Yunxing Peak, he happened to meet a group of new disciples who had just joined the inner gate, and Su Qingming was in the middle of it.

At that time, Su Qingming suddenly asked for some reason: How is your sword?

Immortal Master Mo said that he hadn't used it for a long time, and there was regret in his words.

Su Qingming said why don't I try?

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Su Qingming decided to inherit the sword.

In the eyes of many people in the Sword Sect, this was a very whimsical thing, because Immortal Master Mo had placed the black iron sword at a very high place on the Sword Peak.

And that iron sword is ordinary, nothing special.

Su Qingming made this decision because the iron sword was very wide and could be sat on it very comfortably, and he felt that since this sword had silently dedicated his life to the Sword Sect like Master Mo's nephew, it should also have a day to shine.

For this iron sword, Su Qingming walked up to the sword peak, and encountered many things there, such as Zhao Layue and this iron sword, and then he came to this day.

This iron sword is really ordinary, not to mention that compared to the main sword of the Nine Peaks of the Sword Sect, even the flying swords of the disciples of the Two Forgotten Peaks are far superior to it.

No one knows what happened later on the Iron Sword.

Mei will fight, trapped in the depths of the snow field, the cold invades the bones, Su Qingming burned the sword yuan, used the iron sword as a torch, illuminated the cave, and also warmed Bai Zao in the cocoon of the silkworm, which is equivalent to six years of tempering. In the Demon Suppression Prison, the iron sword sank into Bitan, and was soaked in the extremely poisonous pool water for three whole years, you must know that it is the stomach of Canglong.

The most important thing is that the iron sword is tied to Su Qingming's back many times, and it is always nourished by his sword intent, and it has already undergone a reborn change. It's just that the surface of the melted sword body and the traces of the venom corrosion are like dirt wrapping the true body of the iron sword, and it still needs a suitable time to really show its edge.

Just today, the heavy blow of the Open Heaven Beast fell on the sword of the iron sword.

The purest divine power from ancient times shattered the sword dirt and woke it up like the finishing touch.

The cold and empty cosmic edge appeared in the world.

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Shen Shenfei looked at the ground, and his mood could not be calm. Cosmic Feng can break through the divine body of the Open Heaven Beast, and can withstand the coercion of the Open Heaven Beast head-on, and its performance is extremely extraordinary, it must be the rank of the Immortal Sword, and in the future, as Su Qingming continues to rise in the cultivation world, it may become a peerless famous sword!

What did you say in the first place? …… This sword will not work...... Ugly Sword ...... What's the use......

Uncle Xiao is right, where is this sword not good, or his own vision is not good.

At this time, he heard the voice of the Open Heaven Beast again.

"This sword...... Not bad indeed. ”

The Open Heaven Beast looked at the Universe Blade in Su Qingming's hand, and said indifferently: "But if a person dies, what's the use of keeping a sword?" ”

Shen Shenfei suddenly remembered the Uncle Mo of Shiyue Peak. He had forgotten even the name of that uncle now, but he believed that with the appearance of the Universe Edge in the world, the name of that uncle would be remembered by many people again until many years later.

He looked at the shadow of the Heaven Opening Beast on the ground, and said seriously: "No, even if the person is dead, as long as the sword is still there, it will be there." ”

Before the sword cultivator of the Sword Sect died, he would often choose to return the sword to the Sword Sect.

Later, there were younger disciples who inherited the sword, making the sword shine again.

It is the sword that has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is also the Taoism, and it is also the spirit of the Sword Sect.

The sword is the spirit of the Sword Sect.

As long as the sword is there, the Sword Sect is there.

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The white cat squatted on the eaves of the temple in the distance, staring at the picture in the silver garden, his cold eyes were full of envy, thinking that Gu Qing's luck was really good.

When he left the Sword Sect, Su Qingming decided to let Gu Qing be the head of the future, it didn't matter, the important thing was that he wanted to change Gu Qing for a good sword, and now the sword is here.

The Open Heaven Beast and Su Qingming made such a big movement, which naturally alarmed many monks in the Hanging Temple, the Zen sound in the hall continued, and the big array was about to start, but everyone paid attention to the Yinyuan, and no one found it squatting on the corner of the eaves.

"If you really want to kill the Heavenly Beast, why don't you come here and squat in the Silver Garden?"

A voice rang out behind the white cat.

I don't know when, a young monk with a beautiful face came to the eaves of the Chenghua Hall and sat down beside it.

The white cat glanced at the young monk with a mocking look in his eyes, and thought to himself if I had been there, how would this fight have started today?

The young monk said seriously, "But the Heaven Opening Beast now knows that you are here. ”

"Meow? Do you think the deer will stop? Of course not, those ugly things in Yunmeng Mountain have a big temper, even if they don't dare to kill Su Qingming in front of so many people, they have to get him. In my judgment, what the silly deer wanted was to seriously injure Su Qingming, and then let him be eaten by the immortal jar, so that he didn't have to take the blame. ”

"That's a good idea."

"Meow?" The white cat was very contemptuous, thinking that you didn't know Su Qingming too well: "That guy is the most insidious and cunning, who can get him?" In addition to Lord Ben, there must be other hidden back-hands, maybe this long deer will be killed. ”

A smile appeared on the young monk's face and he asked, "Then why don't you go and help?" ”

"What am I and what status am I? How can the Sword Sect Town Guard go to attack with those juniors, if the Heaven Opening Beast is really seriously injured by Su Qing Yin Cheng later, I might as well sneak attack, if it is like the time when the Demon Suppression Prison was like this, I really can't stand it. ”

The white cat thought about the dragon that died in front of him, and meowed with regret.

It suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did it think so much about it, and I had to tell you this?

It turned to look at the young monk again, this time slowly, as if frozen by the cold wind.

"You better don't make a move, our Sword Sect can't afford to lose that person."

The young monk walked up to it and sat down, his right hand naturally landed on top of its head, and then touched it from head to end.

His movements are very skillful, as if he had touched them for hundreds of years.

The cat hair that has been touched is generally smoother, but at this time, on the contrary, the hair on the white cat's body has exploded, and it keeps fluttering in the cold wind, looking like a dandelion that is about to be blown away by the wind.

Fried-haired means anger, a precursor to battle, and more often than not, because of fear.

The white cat's eyes were full of horror, and its pupils shrank into tiny black grains of rice, which could not be seen clearly without looking closely.

It could have scratched the young monk next to it with a single claw, but ...... How dare you?

Just like when it was in Bihu Peak, it could easily shoot Su Qingming to death, and it didn't make a move.

In just an instant, countless swear words appeared in the white cat's mind, and they couldn't be written in words at all.

Because its spirit was about to break down.

But even so, it was very careful to put those swear words on himself and fate, and did not dare to provoke the young monk in the slightest.

The Sword Sect guards Ahri, and has always been known for its ferocity, and even the real person in charge doesn't care, but there will always be objects to be afraid of in the world.

At that time, it was less daring than anyone else.

What it was really afraid of was the pair of brothers.

To be more precise, it is the senior brother that it fears the most. Because the senior brother is more capable of killing, more daring to kill, more insidious, more embarrassed, more ruthless, more cruel, more intelligent, more calculating, more wonderful, more undefeated, stronger in the face of setbacks, more personable, more magnificent, more ......

"Personable is a good word, and although I am not as good-looking as him, I am always smarter than his dead face."

Young monks are naturally not killed.

He smiled and said, "But you don't have to think so much to please me, my current state is really poor, you can try to kill me." ”

If the cat could cry, Liu Ada's tears would definitely be in tears at this time.

When the brothers were reborn, they said the same thing when they saw it for the first time.

It was finally completely sure of what it had smelled on those pieces of paper a few years ago...... It turned out to be the taste of real people.

It's so fragrant.

It meowed softly twice, rubbing Mo Kill's feet, and its face was full of flattery.

"It's a great place to watch a show."

Mo Shu looked at the silver garden in the distance on the other side of the mountain, and a smile appeared on his face.

The cold wind blows the monk's robes, fluttering non-stop, and then brings the smell of firecrackers and bacon in the countryside.

The story doesn't end there.

Today is just the beginning.

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There was a dead silence in the Silver Garden.

Everyone was waiting for the third blow of the Open Heaven Beast.

The sword called Cosmic Edge was held in Su Qingming's hand, but no one was still optimistic about him.

The gap between the life levels can only be made up by the realm, and a human cultivator in the middle realm of the wandering wilderness can never be the opponent of a primordial infancy open heaven beast.

An incomparably rich coercion emanated from the Heaven Opening Beast's body, enveloping the entire Silver Garden.

The weed in the crack of the stone slab clung to the ground, unable to stand up any longer, and was slowly crushed into powder.

The monk who crossed the sea looked solemn, and once again waved his sleeves to exude Zen, isolating the coercion of the Open Heaven Beast and preventing Xi Yiyun's young disciples from being seriously injured directly.

The realm is as deep as his, and it is a little difficult to isolate the coercion of the Heavenly Beast, and it is difficult to imagine how Su Qingming can deal with himself.

Su Qingming didn't wait for the third blow of the Open Heaven Beast.

Once again, he chose to take the initiative.

The cold and empty cosmic front broke through the coercion, passed through the air that had become countless times more viscous, and came to the body of the Heaven Open Beast.

The high-speed friction brought a bright light, which seemed to burn, and the cold and empty meaning suddenly became violent, and there was a strange danger hidden in it.

The flame of light brought up by the cosmic front illuminated the face of the Open Heaven Beast extremely clearly.

The veins under those skins are like intertwined vines, which look extremely ugly, and those two corners look extremely terrifying.

The Open Heaven Beast felt that this sword did have some meaning, but it didn't care much.

Affected by coercion, Su Qingming's sword was obviously much slower than the previous sword.

However, just as he was about to grab Su Qingming's sword and kill the other party directly, the sword disappeared in front of his eyes.

There was a soft rubbing sound, followed by a myriad of soft sounds.

Countless tiny tears appeared in the clothes of the Open Heaven Beast.

A tiny bloody gash appeared on his earlobe.

There was also a tiny bloody gash on the wing of his nose and the corner of his lips.

A drop of blood was oozing out of each opening.

So fast!