The voice of the scriptures gradually deepened, and Xu Qing's slender figure slowly appeared in front of Gu Canghai's eyes. The contemplator has gone through thousands of years, and his physical body is still full of vitality, and there is no sign of decay of qi and blood.

Gu Canghai calmed down, hugged his fist to Xu Qing and said, "Meet the Lord." ”

The sound of the scriptures had ended, but there were still endless lingering rhymes in Gu Canghai's heart.

He hoped that Xu Qing would continue to read, and hoped that he would not read it for the time being, so as to give him some time to digest.

The human heart is always so contradictory and complex.

It's just that the Lord doesn't seem to have it.

Before Xu Qing could reply, the symbol of the head of the Qingcheng faction, the Songwen Ancient Sword, jumped up, broke away from Gu Canghai's control and fell into Xu Qing's hands.

This time made Gu Canghai even more convinced, except for the Guanzhu in the world, who could take away his sword?

Xu Qing also determined at this time that he was indeed the omnipotent master in the courtyard space.

This is his domain.

Even the head of a righteous sect like Gu Canghai couldn't compete with him.

The Songwen Ancient Sword fell into Xu Qing's hand, and he leisurely gave birth to a feeling that he seemed to be born to know how to use this ancient sword, not a Taoist flying sword, but a set of wonderful swordsmanship that integrates body technique into swordsmanship.

This is a set of swordsmanship that can be practiced forever, and a swordsmanship that is in line with the laws related to following the trend in the dark.

Gu Canghai looked at the harmony between Xu Qing and the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart, as if Xu Qing and the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword were a natural pair, and he, the sword master who had been practicing the ancient sword for hundreds of years, was the third party.

It's just that the sword technique of Songfeng Sword Technique involuntarily flowed through his heart.

Xu Qing moved, a sword stabbed out, the breeze rose slowly, and the subtle theory of "the breeze came slowly" was also integrated into the swordsmanship.

In an instant, Gu Canghai seemed to see the supreme realm of Qingcheng's swordsmanship.

Xu Qing felt that he was stabbing at random, but the mysteries of the swordsmanship immediately rippled in his heart. As if the supreme essence of this sword technique had already been mastered by him, once he wanted to use it, all kinds of subtleties would naturally flow out of his heart.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a physical instinct, a conscious instinct, or both.

When the sword stabbed out, he actually deeply felt Gu Canghai's emotions.

It is true that he saw Gu Canghai's sword heart.

Gu Canghai's sword heart was connected with the Loose Pattern Ancient Sword, and Xu Qing followed this connection and grasped Gu Canghai's sword heart.

When the Qingcheng faction's sword trick flowed in Gu Canghai's heart, Xu Qing heard it.

Xu Qingyou groaned:

"The sound of Xiling pine is setting in the sunset, and the wind is blowing in thousands of branches and leaves. The beauty aided the piano to make a song, and it was written with a loose and intermittent sound. The sound is intermittent, clearing my soul, and the flow of waves is bad and the tomb is sufficient. The beauty sits in the moon at night, and the young business is clear. The wind is so miserable that the phoenix ridge is fluttering, stirring the cold and pine and rising at night. The night is not young, the song is long, and the golden emblem is even more vigorous. Who is not happy at this time, and the bitter strings are sad to hear about the guest hall. ”

The sword song slowly dissipated, and pieces of bamboo leaves drifted away.

After the swordsmanship was completed, Xu Qing was completely integrated into the law of wind between heaven and earth, and at this time, the wind within a radius of a hundred miles became his eyes and ears. All kinds of sounds come into the ears, and they are chaotic.

He listens to all of this with detachment, undisturbed by the noise.

Just to experience the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of severent beings from it.

All this is a matter of course, and he can't stay in his heart for half a minute.

Suddenly, Xu Qing heard his name.

"That Taoist priest's surname is Xu Mingqing. ”

This is the voice of Bai Shanjun.

Xu Qing was a little disgusted.

Bai Shanjun was stating something to a person, he said that he wanted to marry Xin Shiniang to the ancestor of Montenegro, if the ancestor of Montenegro did not comply, the ancestor of Montenegro would be furious, and Xu Qing, who had a close relationship with Shiniang, would also bear the anger of the ancestor of Montenegro.

This is a trick to kill people with a knife.

"This guy is really vicious. ”

Xu Qing had never had such a strong killing intent in his heart.

The Songwen Ancient Sword seemed to feel Xu Qing's killing intent, and the sword's spirituality was speaking, and he was willing to fight for Xu Qing and sweep the world.

It's the honor of the sword!

Things have physical properties, and law has legal principles. Xu Qing is not only familiar with physical nature, but also understands legal principles.

The wind between heaven and earth is his eyes and ears, and the ancient sword of pine pattern is his siblings.

"Go ahead. Xu Qing said in a low voice.

Half of the mana also went to the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword.

The black-robed man led Bai Shanjun in the direction of Lanruo Temple, and at the same time listened to Bai Shanjun's statement in the void. Because he heard Bai Shanjun talk about the Black Mountain Ancestor before, although the black-robed people were not afraid of the Black Mountain Ancestor, but they didn't want to make extraneous branches, so he asked Bai Shanjun why he had a relationship with the Black Mountain Ancestor.

Bai Shanjun didn't dare to say the suspicion in his heart, he only said that he borrowed a knife to kill people for the ancestor to see through, although the ancestor let him go down the mountain, but the ancestor was moody, and he might regret it afterwards, so for the first time he thought that the black-robed man was the ancestor's person.

It's just that Bai Shanjun didn't expect that in the process of his explanation, Xu Qing's name was mentioned, and the nearby wind was Xu Qing's eyes and ears at this time, so Xu Qing naturally heard it.

Bai Shanjun carefully answered the question of the black-robed man, and out of ten sentences, nine of them were true. He just wanted to do his best to hide the fact that the Mystical Archive had been in his hands for so long.

Let the black-robed man think that the secret book has always been in Xu Qing's hands.

At the same time, he is trying his best to find a way out.

Suddenly, the black-robed man looked into the distance, and at the same time, Bai Shanjun's heart was occupied by a whistling sound, and this voice suddenly appeared, far and near.

It seems to come from above the nine heavens, and it seems to be hidden under the nine earths.

Bai Shanjun didn't know what the sound was coming from, and he didn't know where it was.

The black-robed man looked solemn and said in a loud voice: "Feng Jinsong, is it the head of the Qingcheng faction?"

His words went unanswered.

It's just that Bai Shanjun felt that his eardrums were about to be punctured by the sudden whistling sound that appeared again, and he felt that his ears were cold, and at this time, black blood was flowing under his earlobes.

The black-robed man pinched the spell, and a dense black mist like liquid appeared around him.

His magic skills have been pushed to the extreme.

The whistling is getting louder and louder.

Bai Shanjun suddenly shouted.

Boom Boom!

A sword roared, like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

A sword light slashed through Bai Shanjun's neck, and the human head fell from the air.

The sword light did not stay, piercing the sky and entering Jinhua City.

The black-robed man covered his chest and fell to the ground, his face full of gloom.

Fortunately, the sword was not aimed at him.

"Gu Canghai!" he said after a while, gritting his teeth.

...

...

The pine-patterned ancient sword left the courtyard and soon returned to the courtyard, stained with a trace of black blood.

Xu Qing said casually: "Use the flying sword of the head of Gu to take a head." Now it is gone, and the things return to their rightful owners. ”

He blew a breath, and the black blood on the sword was scattered in the dirt.

The sword spun and sheathed.

Except for Xu Qing, even Gu Canghai didn't know that this sword had taken the head of Baishan Jun just now from a hundred miles away.