Before and after, Wu Qiu handed out a total of nine swords, all of which were transformed by sword intent before his death, and the supreme swordsmanship.

In the past, you could leap into the sky by taking nine steps forward, but this time you couldn't even step on the roof.

The young man's palm is like a mountain and river, and when he looks down, he holds all the sword qi in the palm of his hand, even if there is a sword qi that reaches the sky, it will break through his palm.

The young man not only has pale golden eyes, but also has a golden halo circulating in his eyes, looking as if he is a fairy figure who does not eat the fireworks of the world, extraordinary, not in the Five Elements and Three Realms.

For the Tongxuan Realm, the sword qi just now was already very remarkable, but for him, it was far from enough.

The boy smiled slightly.

Back then, Su Ruyes was like a sword, which had the artistic conception of replacing heaven and earth and recreating the flow of the four seasons, wasn't it still pressed by him with a palm, and he forcibly suppressed this supreme sword technique, the nine swords of the life of the little Tongxuan, it was really nothing more than that.

That's all.

The young man smiled lightly and said, "Is there anything stronger, if not, I will dispel your residual thoughts." ”

It was not that the young man was careless and deliberately teased Wu Qiu, but that he had woken up from his deep sleep, and he was bored for a while, and it was rare to have some interest.

Since the day of the fight, whether it is a sword or a person who wields a sword, he has a special hatred.

This is already the strongest sword move, the nine swords were handed out, Wu Qiu's obsession was a little dim, and without his traction, all the long swords in the secret room fell to the ground.

The sword qi is about to disperse, and the obsession is about to be extinguished.

The long sword dissipated in his hand, and Wu Qiu asked, "Who are you, why are you here, and what is your relationship with him?"

The young man sneered: "What's the use of you asking this, the dead people, the thoughts of scattering, you have to be a hero, I don't know what the hard work is?"

Wu Qiu couldn't hold on anymore and touched the ground on one knee.

Once this obsession dissipates, there will be no more Wu Qiu in heaven and earth.

Wu Qiu laughed to himself.

There are many sword cultivators in the world, how many people may really be called sword cultivators?

Overcoming thorns and thorns all the way, holding the sword to a high place, but walking higher and higher, the sword in his hand is sharpened more and more, and some people forget why the sword is out, no longer the sword is up, but the sword is slashed downward.

The thorns are sharp, and the sword is the most.

I don't know when, the long sword has replaced the thorns and covered the mountain.

Wu Qiu prefers swordsmen, likes those swordsmen who draw their swords to help each other when they see unevenness, they don't lose their minds, they are not discouraged, the long sword is in hand, I have it in the world, so Wu Qiu is a well-known sword fairy, but he doesn't fly high with swords, but loves to mix with those fledgling or swordsmen who are not good at swordsmanship, drink wine and eat meat, and listen to the fast things in the rivers and lakes, which is really a happy thing.

Just like the young man who came to him, whether he was dead or alive had nothing to do with his half a copper coin, but Wu Jian still risked his death to come out of the sword, as for what, Wu Qiu didn't know.

The young master is in the realm of freedom, what does it have to do with him?

The boy is stained with a lot of unprovoked causes and effects, what does it have to do with him?

He is dead, what good can he gain? Is there anyone who can bring him back from the dead?

Before the obsession was about to dissipate, Wu Qiu's only regret was that he didn't have good wine in hand, so it was really not enough to let him drink it.

"What is the place where the sword is out?

Wu Qiu lowered his head and smiled: "If only there was something that could be settled without a sword." ”

The young man on the roof of the Changsheng Building suddenly sighed.

In the secret room, all the long swords shattered one by one, and an extremely pure sword qi essence re-outlined Wu Qiu's figure.

Substitute for the sword!

As Wu Qiu stood up, the sword qi rang out, and the sound shook the building.

The boy sighed.

At the last moment, he realized the sword heart, broke the shackles, and was at ease.

If Wu Qiu was still alive, then he would already be in the realm of freedom by now!

The young man said, "Come on, let me see your Realm Breaking Sword!"

Wu Qiu's momentum had already rushed to the roof of the building, colliding with the ethereal golden light, and the sword light and golden rain were sprinkled indiscriminately.

Lifting the sword again, Wu Qiu said, "You ask me why I work hard? ”

"It turns out that there is no sword in the world. ”

The man's last sword did not have a bit of amazing sword qi, and he stabbed upwards with the sword, and the long sword dissipated in the sight of the young man little by little.

No sword is best.

Before the young man on the roof could make a move, the door of the fifth floor of the Immortal Building opened, and all the forbidden enchantments seemed to not exist, and in an instant, the young man felt that he was in an empty world, like a sword world!

There is no golden light on the Changsheng Tower.

Wu Qiu carried Dong Nanyan's slightly staring manifestation mind and jumped upward.

In terms of the fact that he may dissipate at any time, it is a little unrealistic to help the boy improve his realm to the Yuanying realm, but there should be no problem in sending the boy a small creation and Ling Void to the sky.

The road was unimpeded, and when he was about to reach the top of the building, there was a sudden sound of turning a book, and someone laughed softly at Wu Qiu: "Trouble this senior to put him down." ”

I don't know who this is, why this young man is so messy.

Just when Wu Qiu hadn't made up his mind whether to take Dong Nanyan to the top of the building, or stop here as this person said, he only heard the man holding a sage book in his hand raise his head and whispered: "In front of me, is it okay to pretend?"

Wu Qiu was taken aback, seeing that the golden light that had been scattered by his sword reappeared, the young man with golden eyes leaned over and said coldly: "You are the back hand he left?"

Wu Qiu's sword just now is indeed amazing, it is really a sword in the Easy Realm, but in this immortal building, the young man still regards it as nothing.

Who is he?

The little Tongxuan is not self-sufficient, but in fact, it is the same for the Escape Realm.

The reason why he hid his body was that the young man wanted to borrow Wu Qiu to make a move, to see if he could draw out some of the backhands left by Zhang San, as for Dong Nanyan's improvement of the realm, the young man would not stop it, and even wished that Dong Nanyan would advance by leaps and bounds.

Leaning over to look at the man in white who was holding a sage book in his hand, the young man had the impression that the book seemed to have been placed in the Immortal Building when he woke up last time.

The man in white flipped through the book intently, closed it for a long time, and said with a smile: "Why should I tell you?"

The young man smiled: "Then I'll see if I try it myself!"

Before he could make a move, the man in white waved his hand.

Just like a leaf of duckweed, his body fell uncontrollably down the Changsheng Building, and the young man's voice was full of disbelief, "You are..."

Twisting out a few words from the book, they were "town", "seal", "sword", "edict", "ban", and "order", and the man in white said flatly: "Rest early, if you want to be me back then, how can you still shout here." ”

As these words fell on the young man, the golden light completely dissipated here.

This man in white should be friend or foe, Wu Qiu hugged his fists and said, "I've seen my predecessors." ”

The man in white glanced at Dong Nanyan lightly, shook his head and said, "You are a senior." ”

Indeed, if you want to talk about ability, I'm afraid Wu Qiu can't do it, but if you want to talk about age, he Xu Tianzhen has to live for at least another thousand years before he can do it.

In the long years before, Xu Tianzhen once gave the sage book in his hand to Dong Nanyan, compared to Wu Qiu's mantle, this book placed in the Juvenile Immortal Building is a veritable "treasure".

Wu Qiu asked, "Senior, what is he?"

Xu Tianzhen sighed softly, perhaps the last sword of the man's obsession, Xu Tianzhen slowly told Wu Qiu about the cause and effect.

Wu Qiu sometimes sighed, sometimes angry, sometimes stroked his palms and laughed, shouting that I am not lonely, there are successors of my generation, and the blue is better than the blue!

Wu Qiu's figure began to be misty, and Xu Tianzhen said: "I can let your obsession be temporarily preserved in the world, waiting for your descendants." ”

Wu Qiu waved his hand and said: "If the eldest husband dies, he will die, and he will still be able to breathe." ”

Wu Qiu waved at the man in white and said in a deep voice, "I beg Mr. to give me a sword qi!"

I didn't understand what to do with the sword qi, but Xu Tianzhen still gave Wu Qiu a sword qi.

A sword aura that is extremely strong and strong.

"Does the gentleman drink alcohol?"

Xu Tianzhen shook his head.

Wu Qiu sighed: "It's a pity. ”

In Xu Tianzhen's surprise, Wu Qiu actually used his sword qi to make wine, drank it heavily, and then used the remaining sword qi to pick up the pen on the Changsheng Tower.

The sages are lonely, and the drinkers leave their names.

Qingyou Sword Immortal Wu Qiushi also!

After mentioning the pen, Wu Qiu said goodbye to the man in white and said: "There are still some things to explain, so I will leave, Mr. take care." ”

Unable to be a gentleman, Xu Tianzhen also said goodbye to Wu Qiu, did not say anything later, and said goodbye in a deep voice.

In the secret room, when Dong Nanyan opened his eyes in a daze, the figure of the man in front of him was already blurred, but he could vaguely identify it as Wu Qiu himself.

Wu Qiu smiled at Dong Yanyan and said: "Boy, don't be afraid, my obsession is about to dissipate, I have already given you a creation to help you ascend to the five realms of ascending the tower." ”

"What?"

Dong Nanyan looked at himself, and it turned out that he really climbed the fourth floor inexplicably.

"Senior, what are you?"

Wu Qiu interrupted Dong Nanyan, "Boy, don't ask why, let me say it first." As soon as my obsession is dispersed, I'm afraid I can't wait for someone who is destined to come here to inherit my mantle, you have a teacher, I am not reluctant, I want to ask you to do me a favor, leave with my sword box, and meet someone you think is good, just teach him, don't change my master, don't let my swordsmanship be lost, don't let Qingyou be dusty. ”

This scene is very similar to Grandpa Dong's last words before his death, Dong Nanyan subconsciously shed tears, shook his head and said: "Senior, I'm afraid I can't do it, do you have any other plans?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that the seniors will not be able to trust people, in case I can't find a suitable candidate at that time, or the person I find is actually not suitable for the mantle of the seniors..."

The illusory palm patted Dong Yanyan, and the young man couldn't feel the weight on his shoulders anymore.

Wu Qiu smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I know who you are, I believe in you." ”

Dong Yan sobbed and said, "How do seniors know?"

The figure slowly dissipated, and the man finally nodded lightly on the young man's eyebrows, "I've heard what others have said." ”

A mournful roar rang from the sword box.

Wu Qiu turned his head to look.

"Wu begged to go. ”