Asking the sound of the sword can not put Yan Qingming in his eyes, but he has to put it in his eyes when the end of the world has fallen. As the saying goes, a dead camel is bigger than a horse, and although the people who have fallen to the end of the world are no longer the golden clothes of the past, they are by no means comparable to ordinary people.

He didn't want to provoke the end of the world.

First, I don't want to have any accidents, so that my image will be greatly discounted in the eyes of Xiangye. The second is that the sudden appearance of the fallen people at the end of the world is not in the plan at all, and he has no need to provoke the fallen people at the end of the world.

If he takes 10,000 steps back, even if he can kill all the people who have fallen to the end of the world, he will not be able to take any credit. It will still add many unnecessary casualties in vain, and make the people below complain.

He was just a little puzzled. Since the people of Tianya Fallen wanted to kill the Nine Emperor Princes, why didn't they do it until now? Was it because of Yan Qingming, or was there another reason?

The sword he stabbed at Yan Qingming, there was no sword flame, no sword qi, just an ordinary sword that could no longer be ordinary. The purpose is not to kill Yan Qingming under this sword, but to avoid Yan Qingming from the end of the world.

Yan Qingming does not stand in front of the fallen people at the end of the world, and he doesn't have to worry about the ups and downs of the sword momentum will implicate the sword of the fallen people at the end of the world, and he can make a formal sword.

Yan Qingming could only respond.

If he refuses to do so, the sword that asks the sound of the sword will pierce him in the back of the heart.

Suddenly turned around, and put the sword of the door master in his hand to his chest like Yu Yunwen just now. The sword that asked the sound of the sword was stabbed on Yan Qingming's scabbard.

Asking the sword, he glanced at the antique sword in Yan Qingming's hand, and sneered: "Youzhou Yan is back, it's really a good sword!"

There are words in the mouth, but the hand does not stop.

The blade of the sword turned, and thirteen swords were swung in the blink of an eye. Each sword stabbed at Yan Qingming, and each sword stabbed at a different place.

The sword in Yan Qingming's hand is the family heirloom sword of the Yan family, and it can only be carried by the children of the Yan family who have undertaken the mission and are the masters of the family in the past dynasties.

Its name is "The Return of the Swallow".

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.

Feiyan originally lived in the southern country and had not returned to it for more than 100 years, why did she go to the northern country to wander away and borrow the land to feel homesick?

When will it return?

When will the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun, which were dedicated to the Liao Kingdom by Shi Jingjiao, return?

Since ancient times, there have been clouds: those who have obtained the sixteen states of Youyun can obtain the Central Plains.

It is only because of the sixteen states of Youyun that it is the natural barrier of the Central Plains. The Central Plains, which does not have the sixteen states of Youyun, is like a piece of meat that is completely exposed in front of the northern kingdom, and if the northern country has the sixteen states of Youyun, it can look at the Central Plains at any time.

There are clouds again: Those who win the Central Plains can get the general trend of the world.

Since ancient times, the great unification of the world has almost always been from north to south, gradually sweeping Liuhe. It is not because the southern country does not have the ability to support the world, but because the Central Plains is the source of Kyushu's qi and the source of thousands of years of Chinese culture. Thousands of years ago, when the Central Plains began to compete for hegemony, it is now known as the water town of Jiangnan Mengli, and it is only a land of the Southern Barbarians that has not arisen for a while.

The general trend of the world has always been that it must be divided for a long time, and it must be divided for a long time. Now that this world has lost the sixteen states of Youyun, how will it end in the end?

Yan Qing didn't know.

The ancestors of the Yan clan didn't know.

They are just guarding Youzhou City from generation to generation. The family heirloom sword was named "The Return of the Swallow".

The people in the city of Youzhou are independent, and they have been waiting for Yan Nanfei for a hundred years.

Swallow returns. Yan Nanfei.

Returned to the Central Plains between the sun, moon and stars, flying into the smoke and rain pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.

That's where "Yan" haunts his dreams day and night.

The "Return of Yan" held tightly in Yan Qingming's hand concealed a powerful aura from Youzhou, which was cultivated by hundreds of years of family heritage.

It's just that breath, like the two jars of wine that the fallen people at the end of the world put on the table. Unopened.

How can it be opened?

The demon who planted three magic flowers for Liu Yufeng at the head of Luoyang City took Yan Qingming's sword, praised Yan Qingming for having the wind of a king, and said that as long as Yan Qingming comprehends more in the future, he can compare to Li Jianshi, the first person in the sword path on the rivers and lakes today.

Does he still have a chance to realize?

Yan Qingming didn't think about anything, he held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, and suddenly pulled the sword out of its sheath.

A sword light fell on the eyes of the questioning sword.

The sword flashed.

Yan Qingming took the thirteen swords, and his body retreated a few steps to the left.

Seeing Yan Qingming's move, he knew that he could force Yan Qingming away from the end of the world in front of people with a few swords. With a hideous smile on his face, the sword momentum changed, and the blade of the sword had already stabbed towards Yan Qingming's right shoulder.

Yan Qingming's figure swung to the left, avoiding the sword of the sword, and stabbed back at the lower abdomen of the sword. The sound of the sword was blocked, the two swords intersected, and the sword qi was stacked.

Yan Qingming retreated a few steps sideways again, raised his true qi, and probed the tip of the sword forward. The sword spitted out like a snake letter, and it also forced the sound of the sword back two steps.

"Not bad. ”

Asked Jiansheng sneered: "But if you want to survive, it's far away." ”

At this time, Yan Qingming was already half a foot away from the fallen people at the end of the world, and he was not standing in front of the fallen people at the end of the world. Asking the sound of the sword, the heart of consideration decreased slightly, and as soon as the true yuan was lucky, the sword intent exploded instantly, and within two inches of the sword body, the colorless and formless air turned into a river flowing.

The sound of the sword was raised, and a sword aura came out from the bottom up. Yan Qingming rose to his feet, and slashed at the sword with a sword.

The young shopkeeper stood motionless, watching the sword qi swung by the sword sound smash the three or four tables behind him, and said coldly: "Four hundred taels, plus no one in my eyes when I don't exist, a total of ten thousand taels." ”

Asked the sword sound to take the sword that Yan Qingming had slashed, and silently glanced at the young shopkeeper. There was no answer.

He is an old man who has walked through countless rivers and lakes and killed countless people in rivers and lakes. He knows the current situation on the rivers and lakes, and he has a little understanding of those who are a little famous.

When he was standing outside the wine shop just now, he asked the sword and saw the clues from the names "Fool Street" and "Wu Xi Wine Shop".

These two names reminded him of a man. It is rumored that this person is gentle and personable, but he is young but more proficient in various killing techniques than the most inhumane prison officer in the world.

This person has no pursuits, is not keen on fame, fortune and beauty, only on the process of killing. I feel that killing people is a pleasure to the extreme. Whenever someone is killed, not only will there be no blood, but even the corpse will not be left.

This man's name is called Murder Without Blood.

Foolish, non-stop, murderous, bloodless.

Ask Jian Sheng's heart, this young shopkeeper is the bloodless murderer who kills without seeing blood or corpses.

He had an extremely bad impression of the bloodless killings of one-two, two-three, three-four, and the bloodlessness of killing, which made him feel as if he really owed a lot of money to the bloodless murderers. However, he never owed anyone money, and he didn't want to be asked for money for breaking a few tables.

The look when he saw that the murder was bloodless was a sign that he had a murderous intent. After he planned to kill Yan Qingming, he would kill this murderer who found fault without blood.

Killing without blood can be seen that the sound of the sword has moved the murderous intention, but the killing without blood is not taken to heart.

He still looked like he was doing nothing.

What if you have the intention to kill? Then you have to kill it. Among the people who appeared in this stupid street and the endless wine shop tonight, he had not taken anyone into account except for the fallen people at the end of the world.

The sound of the sword waved Yan Qingming, and the sword bullied up.

At the intersection of human figures and sword shadows, a sword flower rose up, and the sound of sword impact was even more piercing. The sound of the sword is extremely fast, Yan Qingming is not slow, and he can respond to the move, the two of you come and go, and in the blink of an eye, there are dozens of swords.

However, Yan Qingming's sword realm is still not as good as the sound of the sword after all. Although he was able to catch the sword move, he retreated again and again. After dozens of swords, Yan Qingming was about to retreat behind the door.

Asking the sound of the sword intentionally forced Yan Qingming back, it was best to force out this obstructive wine shop.

In that way, he can rest assured that he can use his sword, and he can use all his strength to make a killing move. There is a world where friends and foes are inseparable, and there is a bloodless murderer who is waiting to be killed, which always makes him feel cold.

He relied on his outstanding sword skills to enter the wine shop alone, and he had already taken considerable risks, if the situation changed, even if there were countless masters waiting outside, I am afraid it would be difficult to escape with his whole body. He didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

As soon as Yan Qingming retreated to the back of the door, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted loudly, and swung out two swords with all his strength. The two sword qi exchanged in the air, and the person followed the third sword towards Yan Qingming.

The sword is the most human.

Yan Qingming swept away two sword qi and struggled to catch the third sword pushed by the sound of the sword, and his arm couldn't help but feel a little numb. The body was pushed out of the door by the sound of the sword.

Seeing the broken door without blood, he said lightly: "One thousand taels." ”

Yan Qingming, who was asked about the sound of the sword, was still retreating, and the push of the sword was still strong. The people guarding the door wanted to make a move to cut off Yan Qingming's retreat, but they were afraid to ask the sword sound to blame and didn't make a move.

They understand the style of asking the sword.

Although he was eager to win, he never allowed others to interfere in the battles he personally attacked. Not even to help each other.

They had no choice but to retreat to make room for the sound of the sword.

The sound of the sword pushed Yan Qingming six or seven zhang away, pushed him into the fool's street before he stopped, and said: "Suffer death-" The sword in hand shrank towards the cloud shoulder, the sword intent increased, and a sword qi shot out from the tip of the sword.

Yan Qingming, who had already held the heart of death, stood up, pursed his lips, and condensed his true qi on the body of the "Yan Returns" sword, the tip of the sword was lightly pointed out, and a wall of qi was protected in front of him.

The sword qi touched the wall and burst out.

Asking Jian Sheng's eyes flickered, full of contempt, seeing that Yan Qingming protected each other with true qi, he wanted to try the depth of Yan Qingming's cultivation. At that moment, the person flew out like a flying swallow, piercing the wall of qi in front of Yan Qingming's body.

The tip of the sword stabbed against the qi wall, and it let out a soft roar, and the qi wall couldn't stop fluctuating like water. Instead of being pierced, the sword body of the sword voice was slightly bent.

Asked the sword sound did not withdraw the sword, shouted, the right hand holding the sword twisted hard, and there was a hissing sound between the two, and the sword tip burst out at the place where the qi wall was located, and the sword qi spread out in all directions, shining all around.

The qi wall in front of Yan Qingming's body was torn open a little crack. The sword that asked the sound of the sword was also completely exhausted, and with the rebound of the sword body, the body floated and retreated.

Yan Qingming's eyes sank, his eyebrows became more and more solemn, the sword momentum in his hand changed, and he danced extremely quickly in front of him, and the qi wall flowed with the sword shadows, and in an instant, it had turned into arrows without bowstrings, condensed in the air.

The arrows were silent. Like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, piercing towards the sound of the sword.

Asking the sound of the sword, the sword light was like a candle flame, flashing piece by piece, and the arrow pierced by Yan Qingming kept intersecting, and it did not disperse for a long time.

I don't know if I asked the sword sound, or if the sword was old, and finally an arrow flew out of the sword qi. Asking the sword, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly turned his face sideways to avoid it, and several strands of hair were shot down by the arrow that almost touched his sideburns. Falling to the ground.

"You surprised Ben Jianming!"

Questioning the sound of the sword, his eyelids narrowed, his feet glared at the ground, and he bent his knees and rose into the air with his strength. The sword stood in front of his chest, pointing straight at the Nine Heavens, and the raging sword fire ignited from the sword along with his body. It is as if the person who asks the sound of the sword and the sword are one and the same, and the momentum is extremely impressive.

The colorless and formless air around them accelerated their flow, and then the visible forms coalesced. The sword fire ignited from the sound of the sword, on the sword, and also from the sword qi, and spread around with the sound of the sword as the center.

Yan Qing knew that the sword fire that spread out was a sword formation. A general sword formation requires more than one person to set up a formation, but he can complete this sword formation by himself.

There is nothing too wonderful about this sword formation, and the biggest role is to contain the opponent and prevent the opponent from escaping.

The number of people who died in this kind of sword formation can be said to be countless. The person trapped in this sword array, responding to the enemy is the safest way to survive, if he wants to escape, he will only lead the formation gate and let himself fall into a greater killing machine;

Yan Qingming knew very well that this was a sword formation that was a matter of life and death, and it was also a situation of life and death. He wants to seek life and death in this sword array.

Whether it's life or death.

Try to live, but don't want to die easily.

The sword fire kept falling around Yan Qingming, and nothing spontaneously combusted. Like a blooming flower, it seems to be tangible and intangible, chaotic, but in fact there are traces to follow, and the door is closed.

Yan Qingming forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, his face was as pale as iron, he raised his head slightly, and looked at the volley of sword fire through a few clouds of sword fire.

Yan Qingming held the sword in his right hand, and raised his left shoulder, and suddenly threw it diagonally into the air to the right, and suddenly a brilliant sword light was like a wave of river water rushing towards the sound of the sword.

Yan Qingming's sword has gone all out, and the momentum is very majestic. His own body was involuntarily driven by the residual strength of the sword, and as the sword turned to the right, it cut a graceful arc in place.

The sound of the sword was also like Yan Qingming just now, and he greeted him with his true qi into the sword qi. After a sword, the sword shouted loudly in the air, and the sword momentum was illusory, and even people stabbed at Yan Qingming who was standing on the ground.

Those who saw it only felt that they saw a white rainbow falling from the sky.

Yan Qingming instantly sensed that there was a desperate aura like Mount Tai pressing on the top of his head. In a luxurious green dress, it seems to be filled with a long wind, whirring and dancing.