Tang Qing's gaze went up from the sword light to the edge of the knife, only paused slightly, and then continued to move forward, and finally looked at the young man holding the knife.

The tattered sackcloth on the knife-wielding boy was riddled with holes, like a beggar.

The straw sandals under his feet were muddy, as if he had just come back from the muddy water.

The hat on his head covered the boy's eyes, hiding all his emotions.

The crimson wine gourd on the left side of the waist swayed in the wind, and the sound of wine hitting the wall of the gourd was heard.

For some reason, the ancient knife he held in his right hand suddenly sounded a strange knife groan, and it whistled softly, spreading along the sword light around the cliff.

After a long time, after several turnovers in the world, when they meet again, the other party is still the same as before.

Whether it is the dress or the breath on the body, even the slightest insolence under the knife, there is no change in the slightest.

Tang Qing chuckled in the wind, feeling good.

It's just that maybe it's a reunion after a long absence, with a little bit of goodbye at a loss, Tang Qing looked at Ah Diao who came with a knife, and he hadn't found the sentence to break the silence for the time being, so he just smiled, warm as ever.

Ah Diao naturally also saw Tang Qing.

In fact, he vaguely heard the name Tang Qing in the voice of Baili Broken River at the moment before the knife fell, and at that time he thought it was his auditory hallucination, until he fell here and really saw the warm young man who had been separated for a long time, and he knew that everything was true.

Tang Qing really came to the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard and came in the Jiangshan Society.

And looking at the aura on his body and the charm in his eyes, he seems to be already a cultivator of the Three Realms Guarding the Mind Realm.

Ah Diao remembered very well that when he was in Kunlun City, Tang Qing was still an ordinary boy who couldn't practice.

Now that he is only a little more than a year, he actually has the cultivation of the Three Realms.

No matter what kind of adventures Tang Qing had during that time, being able to cross three realms in such a short period of time was enough to prove his superb talent.

The thumb of Ah Diao's hand holding the knife was inexplicably cocked, and he secretly praised Tang Qing in his heart.

He suddenly reached out and pressed down the hat on his head again, and the shadow under the brim of the hat hung low, hiding the smile that unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His left hand suddenly covered his chest, where a letter Tang Qing had written when he left was hidden.

The paper of the letter was slightly wrinkled, but the handwriting was still clear.

There is a lot of content in it, like explaining the aftermath, and there is a sense of parting from life and death.

Ah Diao's palm touched the letter through the texture of Mai, speculating on what kind of mood Tang Qing wrote this letter when he passed out next to Old Man Zhong's grave?

Perhaps Tang Qing really thought that if Kunlun City was a wasteland, it would be forever.

With this in mind, Diao wanted to ask what kind of powerful person the teacher mentioned in his letter was.

I also wanted to tell him that I hadn't seen the girl named Bishui Lan yet.

I want to know what he experienced in the world before.

A thousand words, all in my heart.

I can't talk to him at the moment.

Because on the edge of the cliff, there are several other teenagers.

They set out from the deep forest, chasing the sword intent that had gone straight into the sky before.

It's just that when I walked here, I didn't see the sword intent, but I only saw the Baili Broken River standing in the wind, and the strange young man with a short sword in his hand.

Zhuo Xingchen stood quietly among the rubble on the ground, his white clothes fluttering in the wind, his face was as cold as ever, and he was still slaughtering.

He recognized Tang Qing at a glance.

knew that he was the weird boy who asked him for directions at the door of the library of the temple and ignored him.

There are not many people in this world who are qualified to be remembered by him.

Those people are either close relatives and friends, or strong cultivators in the world, or they are genius young men who have attracted the attention of thousands of people like him.

So he didn't understand why he was so impressed by a strange young man who had a slight cultivation.

So much so that when he saw Tang Qing for the first time here, he remembered the conversation at the door of the library building that had left him speechless to this day.

Maybe only after a long, long time, when he saw Tang Qing in the crowd again, he would understand that some people were destined to be remembered.

Whether he is a cultivator.

It's still the pinnacle of the world.

As long as you see him, you will never forget it.

Such a person has a unique title in this world: the chosen one.

At this time, the white-clothed killing god was protruding on the edge of the cliff, and he just wanted to ask Tang Qing again, do you know who he is now?

But before he could speak, he didn't even spread the murderous aura on his body, and the sneer who was standing silently on the side had already stepped forward first, and seemed to be walking to Tang Qing's side in a hurry, and then asked: "If I heard it right, Baili Duanjiang mentioned your name before I landed." Your name, Tang Qing?"

The blood in his sneering eyes had receded at some point, and at this time, his eyes were clear, without a trace of murder and blood, only a sense of sincerity.

He looked at Tang Qing and added in a soft tone that he had never had in his life: "Tang of the Tang Kingdom, azure blue." ”

As soon as his words fell, Jiang He, the descendant of the Dao Saint, also took a step forward, he chuckled, his immature face was full of anticipation, and he also asked, "You are from the Tang Kingdom?"

Jiu'er, the descendant of the Buddha, sang Amitabha Buddha, and the Buddha's light bloomed brightly, with a bit of Zen, he pinched the Buddha beads and connected the words of the river: "Emperor Tang is your father?"

When the three of them finished talking, Zhuo Xingchen's cold face was slightly cold, and he glanced sideways at Tang Qing again, a little surprised.

I thought to myself that he was the sick prince of the Tang Kingdom who worshiped the world?

Tang Qing withdrew his eyes from Diao, was silent for a moment, and then nodded and said calmly, "It's me." ”

It was just two simple words, but it made the four saints present hold their breath at the same time.

They glanced at each other, and they both saw a hint of relief in each other's eyes and a sudden rise of vigilance.

Zhuo Xingchen and Ah Diao didn't know the meaning behind the name.

But the four saints later understood.

They set out from their respective holy places, turned around in the human world thousands of times, and came to the Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard on the orders of their masters, just to take Tang Qing back.

And now that people are here, the next thing to do is to rely on their abilities.

The Baili Broken River suddenly blocked in front of Tang Qing, he turned around to face the other three, and with a sword he slashed, enveloping the few zhang space on the edge of the cliff.

His sword intent was not as strong as it was at its peak, and even because of the two successive battles, most of his true strength aura was consumed, so that although the sword was in front of him, it did not have much deterrent power.

But he still stubbornly stood still.

With a straight posture and a proud look in his eyes, as if in the past, he stopped everyone with a sword and one person.

A faint layer of sword light lit up in the depths of Baili Broken River's pupils, and he said in a deep voice: "Since I found him first, naturally I will take him back to Nanshan." ”

His sword was straight in front without a trace of shaking, representing the will and sword path of the hills of Nanshan.

Anyone who wants to get close to Tang Qing must first face his sword.

Sneering smiled and narrowed his eyes in place, even if he had ten thousand strengths, and the demonic qi under his fist was tumbling like a monstrous sea of clouds, but in the face of the weakest horizontal sword in Baili Duanjiang's life, he couldn't easily step forward.

It's not that you don't dare

Rather, it can't.

He had been fighting with the sword of Baili Duanjiang for many years, so he naturally knew it very well, and he knew that since the other party dared to block the way here with the sword momentum of the micro-end, he must have already held the will to die.

The Baili Broken River, which has infinite sword intent and battle intent, is certainly powerful, but for Sneer, it is not terrible.

At least in the past few days, he had faced the Baili River at the peak of his realm countless times, and he had fought several battles without defeat.

But for the hundred miles of broken rivers that already had the heart of death and just wanted to exchange the collapse of Nanshan Kendo for the last battle in this life, he sneered but was unwilling to provoke easily.

Because he knew that Baili Duanjiang's weakest sword at this time would definitely be his strongest sword.

If this sword is swung down, the hundred miles of the broken river will inevitably die, and the sword intent will be destroyed.

And whoever is present chooses to bear this sword, they will inevitably be completely defeated by the sword that he has integrated into the sword path of life and death.

In the end, it will only be a lose-lose situation.

Therefore, Baili Duanjiang is gambling, and after betting on the other three saints here, he will not dare to take his sword.

Sneering smiled and was silent in place for a long time, and his fist intent had been condensed to the peak, but he never chose to swing it.

The murderous aura in his eyes rose again, and the eyes that looked at Baili Broken River were filled with boundless blood and anger.

Baili Duanjiang glanced at it with a sneer, the long sword in his hand moved slightly, the sword intent in his eyes rose slightly, he shook his head disdainfully, and said in a cold voice: "From the moment you crawled out of the hell of the yellow sand of the Northern Desert, you began to enter the world and fight with people. People who have said that the Demon Dao are never afraid of any battle, but at this moment, in the face of my sword intent withered, why don't they dare to make a move?"

These words were a little sarcastic, sneering but not caring.

He snorted lightly and said in a deep voice, "How long can the end of the strong crossbow last?"

Baili Duanjiang raised his head and said proudly: "If you really can't hold on, then you will destroy the Nanshan Sword Dao and end up with you." ”

Sneering, his face changed slightly, and his fists couldn't help but clench.

The fighting spirit is almost saturated.

Baili Duanjiang no longer looked at him, but looked at Jiang He and Jiu'er, and continued: "I have always been good friends with the two of you, but in this matter, I can't give in. ”

Jiang He calmed down, and quickly nodded and said, "Naturally, there is no need to give in." ”

Jiu'er didn't know when the distance between himself and the river widened, he sang a Buddha horn softly, and said: "There was a saying earlier, in this matter, we are fighting separately. ”

Each fights for itself, so naturally there must be a battle.

The cold wind howled on the edge of the cliff, rolling up more chills.

Under the sword, three more terrifying forces were indifferently startled.

The four saints then gathered here, and in order to compete for Tang Qing, they finally chose to do it.

But soon, Tang Qing, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up, he calmly glanced at the audience, and then said, "Have you asked me?"