Lu Weisheng closed his eyes, decades of arrogance, the name of the world's first, he has been burdened with decades of things, and the ups and downs he has seen, now gathered in one place, the blood scabs on the lifeless sword fell layer by layer, but I don't know how hard this blood scab is, how thick it is, it has fallen layer after layer, but there is constantly blood mist filled, and it is sucked in by the red sword!

Then the sword qi was hundreds of feet, piercing the sky, around the unborn blade, to kill Chongjun.

Chongjun's face was solemn, he didn't dare to hold it up, his black true qi poured in, this sword was against him, it was terrifyingly fast, but he still reacted, and he had to resist, but he never thought that this sword not only has a wide range, but its power is even more unparalleled!

"Ahh

A sword pierced the sky! Diagonally upward, blood splattered!

A broken arm flies out!

"Heavy senior!" Li Chun shouted, unexpectedly, this old man was defeated, the divine soldier in his hand flew out and fell off the cliff, and what was even more surprising was that Chongjun gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, flying out of range, one of his left arms was swept by the sword qi and exploded in the air.

Even Qin Wuxian was closer, and he still dodged it, but the corner of the sleeve on his arm turned into flying ashes, and even such a sword qi did not dissipate, and flew out of the top of Qingyun Mountain in a dashing manner, that is, halfway up the mountainside a few miles away, the continuous cyan mountain range, you can also see a magnificent wave of air, mighty and mighty, some people roared, some people screamed, and there were countless ant-like figures swept down from the top of the mountain.

The power of this sword does not talk about moves, but only about true qi.

Chongjun fell to the ground, spitting blood, this sword was more than that of the sword Hong, his eyes widened, one of his left arms was destroyed like this, his astonishing cultivation wanted to block the miasma, just at that moment was destroyed again, the one who came was like a dragon, and the hundred zhang sword qi turned into is unparalleled in the world.

"My hand...... My hand!" Chongjun shouted, clutching his wound in pain, the weather was freezing, and the blood that fell on the ground only bubbled up for a while, and then froze.

Lu Weisheng stood with his sword, and the hundreds of red-clothed swordsmen around him who wanted to flee for their lives all died, but the terrible thing was that these dead people had all turned into flying ashes, leaving only the red and black remnants scattered around!

Many people in black are in a cold sweat for the rest of their lives, and they feel fortunate that their lives are great, otherwise they will be worse, and they will be like those dead people, and even the ashes will be gone.

"Lu Weisheng!" Even the hall chief Qin was no longer calm, his face under the mask was very ugly, many of those masters were his subordinates, and now they were all pushed off the cliff by the qi waves, and many of them turned into ashes!

Li Chun turned his head and looked at the black-clothed people who were standing behind Mo Liyu and the other three with knives, and waved his hand fiercely, and a cold light appeared in Mo Liyu's eyes.

Someone once said that in the world, the swordsman is a saint, and the master of the world is not the first person in the world who is famous in the world, but a young man, who has been on the rivers and lakes for only three years, and has become the most dazzling one among the thirteen sword gates. Since then, the wind has risen in the long forest, and kendo is the first.

This sword came too fast, flashing from the sky, even those black-clothed masters who were standing with swords only saw a flash of silver light, and the long knives and long swords in their hands were cut off at the same time!

It was so fast that it didn't even take time to blink an eye, the middle-aged master was arrogant and arrogant, shuttling through the crowd, but when he stood still, the twenty black-clothed people, holding broken blades, stood in place, slashing Mo Liyu, Ning Luochuan, and He Xiao's three knives, all of which fell into the air, and the half of the long knife that was broken flew out more than ten zhang away, and finally fell to the ground.

"Who?" Li Chun looked over, and he was a middle-aged master, dressed in light-colored plain clothes, standing there quietly, the sword in his hand was still in the sheath, as if he had never been pulled out.

The most important thing about this person's abrupt appearance is his weird body, which is not only as fast as thunder, even if it is Lu Weisheng's light skills that are praised by the world, I am afraid that there is no such weird body.

"Let's go. ”

The middle-aged swordsman just said lightly that his sword was not unsheathed, but at this moment, no one would let down his vigilance, and Li Chun did not dare to be careless, but asked first: "I don't know who Your Excellency is, is it here to be an enemy of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Li Chun didn't say that he was a person, but instead used the name of the Great Song Dynasty, among the national dynasty, everyone with famous teachers had their own plans, and now they are all gathered together to help the official emperor deal with Qingyun Mountain, no matter who this person is, if you want to help Lu Weisheng, you have to take care of it, and whether you and your own sect will be crushed by the national dynasty.

Under the imperial power, the general trend of the world is gathered on their side, as for Qingyun Mountain, at this moment, Ling Tianmen no longer has the glory of the past, it is like this, no matter what identity this person is, what benefits can he get to protect Qingyun Mountain?

"I don't want to kill, you guys go. "The middle-aged swordsman is really angry, wrapped around his body, and his sharpness is exposed, but he has always looked like he has not woken up at the moment, standing in front of these people.

"Oh?"

A shadow was very fast, and it suddenly came to the person's body, it was Qin Wuxian who didn't want to wait any longer! Qin Wuxian was already holding the inky black long sword, easily stepping dozens of zhang away, the sword was sharp, and he said in a cold voice: "Kill? Are you trying to kill me?"

The middle-aged swordsman was pierced by the long sword, but Qin Wuxian did not put away the sword, but his face changed, and the sword slashed a gust of wind blowing in his ears, and he just poked it, it was just the shadow of a middle-aged swordsman, and then turned around, the scabbard of a sword rushed to his face, Qin Wuxian held the sword to block, in the exclamation of everyone, Qin Wuxian, who could be described as a peerless master, was slashed by a sword by the comer, and the sword was not unsheathed, but the wind on the pavement blew dozens of fine blood marks on his face!

This time, even the Demon Sect Leader Chongjun, who was pale and still holding his wounds, also had a heavy face, secretly saying that this person's sword was too fast, I am afraid that even when he is victorious, he may not be able to defeat this person's sword moves, and he has not seen any stunts, but these loose hands have already made it difficult for Qin Wuxian to parry.

Decades ago, Qin Wuxian had already made a great name in the rivers and lakes, Shao Hai Chengjiang's first sword, naturally the best in the way of the sword, that is, Chongjun asked himself, even if his sword path was higher than Qin Wujian, it would not be much higher.

Thinking about it like this, looking at such an age, Chongjun had already determined the name of this person, and he gritted his teeth in a low voice and said, "It's him...... It's him. ”

Hall Leader Qin glanced back at him, and then asked, "Senior, who is this person?"

Hundreds of red-clothed swordsmen and black-clothed people did not dare to step forward at this moment, this battle has exceeded the expectations of these people, the big men are all wounded, dead and dead, fighting day to night, and now it is not over, another big man has appeared.

Chongjun closed his eyes, he knew that today, maybe he really couldn't die Ling Tianmen.

"He's Yu Jian. ”

Yu Jian held the long sword in his arms and glanced at the Demon Sect Master, one arm was missing, his face was pale, and he was being supported.

Lu Weisheng was still standing there, motionless, Yu Jian frowned, as if he was worried about something, and walked over to Lu Weisheng's position, but halfway through, his face changed, what's the matter!

The people around him didn't dare to stop him at all, because he was the first person in kendo, and it was rumored that before the pardon prison, he fought with Lu Weisheng, the first person in the world at that time, and the two were evenly matched.

Now that the two peerless masters are here, many people seem to be scared, secretly looking at those big shots, ready to run away at any time.

The shouting and killing sound under the mountain gradually slowed down, and the armor soldiers under the mountain and the outer disciples of Qingyun Mountain fought, and countless people must have died, but Li Chun felt that something was wrong, and beckoned a black-clothed man: "Go and see, what's going on under the mountain." ”

The man in black had to order the two people to hurry down, but as soon as he went down, he heard a shout of fighting, and then there was no movement.

Li Chun's complexion changed, and a man in green clothes came up, seeing the broken and dead corpses all over the ground, he was not afraid, his temperament was extraordinary and detached, and he looked like a sage, holding a sheathed long sword in his hand, followed by a white-haired woman, the two of them went one after the other, and did not put the hundreds of masters of the rivers and lakes around him in their eyes.

"Who are you!" a few people stepped forward to stop them, but the woman's eyes swept over, and their hearts were cold, this person's eyes were too cold like a piece of ice, and the sword in his hand moved slightly, and these people retreated.

"Poison Master?" Ji Xiang murmured, it was him, in the Northern Liao Kingdom, it was the poison master who helped Nan Huai Jin solve the spell, but he didn't expect him to come, and behind him was the white-haired woman.

Nan Huaijin didn't look up, she was a little confused at the moment, the master was still standing there motionless, a burst of worry suddenly rose in her heart, her master was too old, it seemed that there was no life at the moment.

Master......

No, Master is so powerful, how can it be?

Nan Huaijin remembered the first time she saw Master when she was a child, Master was not so old at that time, the first time she went down the mountain after ten years, she said goodbye to Master, Master was very uneasy, felt that she had to cultivate to Dacheng and then go down the mountain to practice, and also told her seriously: Life is too beautiful is also troublesome, traveling in the rivers and lakes, even if you eat a cup of tea, you have to be afraid that people have Ecstasy in it, and when you meet people, if you have a bad heart, you must pay attention to whether it will be remembered.

Nanhuai Jinsheng's beauty is really heaven and earth, many inner disciples on Qingyun Mountain have watched her grow up, the more she grows up, the more she feels that the porcelain doll-like delicate villain has really changed eighteen times when she grows up, and when she goes down the mountain at the age of sixteen, she is already slim and beautiful in the world.

It's no wonder that Lu Weisheng is not at ease, even if he stays in Ling Tianmen, he also looks at Nan Huaijin very closely, and he doesn't even let her go down Ling Tianfeng.

At that time, Nan Huaijin's heart was clenched at this moment, his face was pale, Lu Weisheng was motionless, and finally his head slowly drooped.

The first person in the world for decades, now all his vitality is gone, he died not thinking of his apprentice, nor Nan Huaijin, whom he has always loved, but the century-old majesty of Qingyun Mountain, and the momentum of the first mountain in the rivers and lakes is like a rainbow.

What did Zong Taohan die for? Is it really for those disciples of Qingyun Mountain?

When the sect master died, his eyes were dry, and when he died, he didn't blink his eyes.

But what's the use? The one who insulted was the Lingtian Gate of Qingyun Mountain.

The first person in the world.

Die.

Hanging and old, how the wind and snow blow, can also stand, his red long sword was picked up, Yu Jian looked at the old man who died of old age, when he was young, he was frivolous, and a light sword thought of competing with the world's first martial arts, he was just an outcast of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and he didn't have a good reputation.

"When I think about it, I was really young at the beginning, and no one even saw you. Yu Jian said softly, he didn't really come, but sat on the top of Qingyun Mountain alone, looking at the cyan rivers and mountains, and felt that a trip to this river and lake, the past was heavy, and it was like a passing cloud.

There is a sea of clouds on Qingyun Mountain, and there is no boundary, and under the moonlight, what kind of troubles seem to be gone.

"Go all the way, the first person in the world. Yu Jian whispered, there was a wine gourd with a red rope in his sleeve, poured out some wine, and sprinkled it on the palm of Lu Weisheng's hand, the wine was clear, like melted snow water.

Chongjun looked at Lu Weisheng and felt confused, he was so surprised that he seemed to have forgotten the pain of his broken arm, and shouted: "Lu Weisheng is alive and dead! Lu Weisheng is finally dead!"

"I am the number one in the world, I am the real number one in the world!"

Chongjun shouted frantically, and the magic voice said, the sound waves shouted from his mouth were like a real wave of qi, which could be heard by all the masters on the top of the mountain, and even Mo Liyu, who was poor in cultivation, felt extremely uncomfortable, and had a headache, as if there were a thousand eagles hovering above his head, constantly hissing.

The rest of the hundreds of red-clothed people and black-clothed masters also had a splitting headache, lying on the ground and rolling, Yu Jian glanced at him, but he didn't make a move, but said: "Since Lu Weisheng is dead and Qingyun Mountain has been destroyed, why don't you ask the emperor to put down the butcher's knife? Leaving these young people, maybe in the future, for the country and the people, they can do something big." ”

Li Chunyi waved his hand and said: "Slow, Yu Jian, I know that your swordsmanship is powerful, but this is the emperor's will, Qingyun Mountain colluded with the Liao, and Li Wei'an, the son of Yunzhou Duhu, is on this Qingyun Mountain." ”

Li Wei'an only looked at him with a sneer, and then hugged the old man's bones, wanting to go down the mountain, but was stopped by those black-clothed people.

"What? My Liao people want to leave, and you Song people dare to stop me?"

Yu Jian looked over, Li Wei'an was not afraid, just snorted coldly: "Don't forget, the world is not the world of your Song people. ”

He has something to say, in this world, which of the countries in the world is strong and which is weak, the Northern Liao is strong, and the Song is weak.