"What if you don't find out in time to clear the demonic qi?"

"Nine deaths and no life, degenerate demons!"

Wu Qingyang seemed a little disappointed when he heard this, if there was a big war in the future, he could die for the Qingyang Continent, but he must not turn into a monster and die!

"When I wandered here, I was worried about being eroded by demonic energy, but I didn't expect it to escape, maybe it was destined!"

Wu Qingyang seemed to think of Gu Lingfeng, who had a mysterious origin, and looked at it with some hope!

"Senior Wu, I'm not sure to dissolve this demonic qi for you!"

Gu Lingfeng is probably the world that can best understand Wu Qingyang's hardships, this kind of peak existence only wants to go down in history, and wants to fight to the death to defend the Qingyang Continent!

"Gu Lingfeng, I'd rather die now!"

Wu Qingyang looked resolute, he would never allow himself to become a monster and harm his homeland, he was not calling Gu Lingfeng a little guy at this moment!

"Then I'll give it a try!"

"Thank you so much!"

.........

The dark forest, stretching for thousands of miles, Gu Lingfeng found a more secret place and began to clean up the demonic qi in Wu Qingyang's body, at this time, a strange scene was happening at the other end of the forest!

An old man with a depressed face, dressed in a blue robe, but with black hair fluttering in the wind, sat upright on the ground, with a sword on his legs, and his eyes closed!

In front of him, a young man in a white robe kowtowed to the ground!

"Senior, I want to worship you as a teacher!"

"The old man has said a few times, he will no longer accept apprentices in this life, you go back!"

"Senior, I have no intention of offending you, so can you tell me what is the name of the sword technique you just cast?"

"If the old man tells you whether you are willing to get up or not, I don't like men kneeling!"

"I still want to worship you as a teacher!"

The old man seemed to be very helpless about the attachment of the young man, and his face softened slightly!

"That's it, you get up first, if I can learn a one-and-a-half-trick after this sword technique, how about I take you as an apprentice?"

The young man was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed down and stood up!

"Young man, this is my deceased wife's sword, because I missed her for decades and couldn't sleep, I inadvertently created a nine-style swordsmanship, I didn't make a sword, combined with my state of mind at the time, I named it Aya Nine Swords!"

"Sacrifice the Nine Swords?"

"Exactly, this was created for missing my dead wife!"

The old man got up, his face was sad and joyless, as if he was feeling the world!

The autumn wind blew, the leaves flew down, and a sword was cold.

The sword was very slow, it seemed to merge with the dark forest, its swirling sword flowers, piercing the falling leaves, all the leaves that were pierced seemed to be still, slowly converging into a big circle!

"The first type, the heart is not enough!"

I only heard a bang, and the leaves that gathered together flew in all directions, with an amazing sword aura, and even the surrounding trees were carved with sword marks!

"Put the cart before the horse!"

The old man's head was on the ground, his feet were facing the sky, his right hand sword tapped the ground, a cold light rose, and the leaves that were originally scattered gathered again, boom, straight into the air, boom, more leaves fell on the trees!

"The third type, thinking about it!"

The old man had already gotten up at this moment, his right sword crossed horizontally and vertically, and a sword light slashed down, in this slightly dim forest, it seemed that a trace of sunlight suddenly shone in, and it turned out that it was the sword qi that split the branches that covered the sky out of the gap!

The sound in the dark forest may have alarmed the birds, or perhaps it made some beasts feel fear, and the trees swayed!

"Take a serious look at the fourth form, the skeleton is in the form of a corpse!"

The old man paused slightly, as if he had taken a difficult step, and slowly raised the sword with his right hand, the tip of the sword facing the sky!

I saw his body slowly squatting down, and the hilt of the sword was inserted into the ground!

"Boom!"

The thick leaves on the ground seemed to have been hit hard, and they scattered in waves, and the leaves enveloped the old man!

"Catch the wind!"

The old man's body shook, and a powerful aura shook away the leaves that fell on him, and his body flew forward, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight forward, until it stabbed the big tree in front of him!

"Rub!"

The thorny tree seemed to shake for a moment, followed by a click, and it fell slowly!

The young man looked at the fallen tree blankly, his face was full of surprise, his face was full of incredulity, was this sword technique so powerful?

"Look at my soul flying again!"

The old man glanced at the white-shirted young man who was still shocked, fell to the left side, slapped the ground with his left palm, raised the tip of the sword, and the whole person spun up, and the leaves on the ground were whirring around, as if forming a spinning top!

"Bang!"

The sword is sharp, and wherever the sword qi goes, it seems that the air is cut off, if it weren't for the old man's strength to grasp it properly, then the young man who watched it was not only in tattered clothes at this moment, I am afraid that he was already a corpse!

The young man in white was frightened and stood quietly, as if his body was trembling!

The old man's seventh sword was unleashed!

"Drink and swallow!"

It seems to be a lot quieter at the moment, only the slowly falling leaves, but the cheeks of the young man in white are tears slipping, he feels as if he is in deep grief, the feeling is indescribably depressing, he just wants to cry!

"Young man, this style is a mental attack, it is to create an atmosphere that will immerse your opponent in pain!"

Another cold light passed, and the eighth form is coming!

"Gloomy ecstasy!"

The young man in white, who was crying, felt that his soul was not his own, and he felt even more depressed, and he wanted to lie on the ground and cry!

In the originally dim and dark forest, a white light was visible to the naked eye, he seemed to be making a painting, the portrait was a woman, the trajectory of the painting was like the sound of the guqin playing, one by one directly hitting the soul, wherever the sword qi went, even on the ground were sword marks!

"The last type of double flight!"

The old man's body slowly hung in the air, and his sword light seemed to be painted as a woman, flying side by side with him into the sky, seemingly without a goal, without direction, maybe just want to fly freely in the air!

The trees were flying, I don't know if it was the wind blowing, or the old man's sword qi was infected, as if he was seeing him off!

The dead leaves on the ground swirled and flew up, I don't know if it was because of the parting of life, or the sadness of being at a loss, as the old man took off, the leaves also floated!

The sword shadows in the woods seemed to connect every tree and every leaf, and the sword qi was higher and higher!

The trees are swinging harder and harder, and the dead leaves are spinning faster and faster!

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The old man fell to the ground, the sword was warped, and the trees around him crackled and fell!

The young man in white stood stupidly, he seemed to be still immersed in the grief and indignation just now, or maybe he was infected by the last brilliant sword light, as if he wanted to tell him something!

The wind stopped, the rest of the trees stopped shaking, and the dead leaves fell quietly on the ground!

"Little one, do you understand?"

"I don't understand!"

"It's good if you don't understand!"

"How can I understand!"

"If you want to use it, you'll have to go through it!"

"I seem to get it!"

The young man in white didn't speak, he was a man of promises, since he was willing to see this sacrificial silk nine swords, it proved that he had agreed to the old man's request!

Because he hasn't learned a single trick, even if he is persistent, he must respect his promise!

The sword is worthy of a gentleman, he must keep his promise and become a gentleman!

"Old man, can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Ye Qingsoul, what about you, young man, what's your name?"

"I'm an orphan, I don't have a name!"

"Then you can't be my apprentice, but you are willing to recognize me as my father-in-law and provide for me in the future!"

Ye Qingsoul felt that this young man in white seemed to be very good, re-promised, and exuded a different atmosphere!

"Father-in-law!"

The young man in white originally wanted to turn around and leave, he didn't seem to believe his ears, did he finally have a father?

"Child, you are also a poor man, and so is your father-in-law!"

Ye Qing's soul seemed to fall into memory, and the young man in white stood silently with him!

"This sword is called the Red Silk Sword, it's the sword of my wife Yue Hong Aya, hey, it's been forty years, but my thoughts about her are getting heavier and heavier!"

"Why did my stepmother go?"

The young man in white seemed to know how to comfort, he was following Ye Qing's thoughts, he also wanted to try to understand his father-in-law, what kind of feelings must be in order for him to create such a powerful sacrifice of the Nine Swords!

"Before, there was a lack of spiritual power, she wanted to break through, in order to be with me forever!"

Human lifespan is limited, the truth is often cruel, in order to pursue the continuation of life, only step by step to climb higher!

When Ye Qingsoul was recalling, his originally depressed face seemed to have some joy!

"Child, since you are an orphan, how about your father-in-law choose a name for you?"

"The child listens to his father!"

"My name is Ye Qingsoul, your stepmother's name is Yue Hongyan, you are destined to be extraordinary in the future, then call Ye Yuefan!"

"I have a name, haha, my name is Ye Yuefan, thank you father-in-law for the name!"

Ye Qingsoul's cheeks smiled more, he had lived alone for decades, and finally had a future.

Although they are not the flesh and blood relatives of him and Yuehong Aya, at least their inheritance can continue!

"Fan'er, my father is tired of being alone in this world, but after all, it is the place where I was born and raised, and there are happy memories of me and your stepmother here, I don't want to see it destroyed!"

"Father-in-law, why did you suddenly sigh!"

Ye Yuefan was originally very happy, but suddenly saw his stepfather with a serious face, and seemed to have a lot of worries!

"Maybe it's because your strength is low, you don't know a lot of things, this world is about to change!"

Ye Yuefan didn't understand what this change of sky represented!

"Although my father doesn't care about the world, he also wants to do his part, I need you to cultivate the Nine Swords of Sacrifice as soon as possible, and help me do one thing!"

"Father-in-law, whatever you command, even if you die, you have to complete it!"

Ye Qingsoul seemed to be thinking about whether it was right or wrong for him to have so much.

If it weren't for the fact that when his wife Yue Hongyan died, he swore not to make a move, maybe he would have to do it himself!

"Since this person appeared, the world seems to be changing around him, you should find a chance to contact him in the future!"

"Master, I know how to do it, what's his name?"

"Gu Lingfeng!"