After forming a broken pill to pick up the baby, the understanding of the avenue of heaven and earth deepened, and the understanding was reasonable, and the mystery was passed, and the passage was passed.

The spell is through the sky, and the mystery is mysterious, which is a praise for the mystical realm.

Is it really heavenly?

The answer is no!

At least now, Wu Qiu, who appeared in Dong Nanyan's Changsheng Building, couldn't get through the sky.

The sword qi wanted to rush into the sky, but it seemed that someone here was covering the sky with one hand, and the soaring sword qi was pressed again and again, even making the long sword in Wu Qiu's hand let out a mournful roar.

The sword is hard to do!

Wu Qiu stood downstairs, a few floors away from the figure surrounded by golden light above, Rao is Wu Qiu's eyesight, and he couldn't see through the golden light outside him, but Wu Qiu was sure that this person was definitely not Dong Yanyan!

Wu Qiu looked sideways slightly, and there was a vague psychedelic figure standing beside him, which was the manifestation of the young man's mind outside.

When he reached Wu Qiu's realm, the sword qi could already do whatever he wanted, like an umbrella held up above his head, blocking the dazzling golden light, Wu Qiu squinted and said, "The tone is quite big, you are his master?"

Still carrying his hands behind his back, some people didn't take Wu Qiu in their eyes at all, and laughed softly: "Some words don't need to be said to the weak, because the weaker the person, the more you believe in your own understanding, too weak, whether it is the beliefs, knowledge, or insight you believe in, they are too absolute, Yelang is arrogant, drawing the ground as a prison, even if you climb up step by step, it is impossible to escape this reason, it is nothing more than the person who sits in the well and watches the sky jumps out, jumps into a bigger well, and continues to look at the sky." ”

On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head, and its sword qi was like a dragon, rising into the sky.

The golden color on the roof of the building was blown away by the sword qi, and when he stretched out his fingers to clamp the sword qi, Wu Qiu saw a pair of pale golden pupils!

"Don't be in a hurry, don't resist, a weak ant like you, when you set foot here, the end is already doomed, and no one can change it for you. ”

Wu Qiu laughed.

As a first-class sword embryo, he realized the way of the sword, and obtained the immortal soldier Qingyou in the Qingyou Ancient Realm, and since then he has opened a legend of the sword immortal in all directions, cultivating for thousands of years, and so on, it is the first time he has heard such words.

Wu Qiu changed his sword-holding posture, which was consistent with the action of the third sword-holding statue on the hanging island, holding the long sword upside down, and chanting words in his mouth, "Stepping on the stars, the sword is green and quiet, cutting the mountains, breaking the white waves, and breaking the starlight to make my clothes." ”

The figure with pale golden eyes smiled and said, "It's all nonsense!"

But to say that, but in the face of a sword holding the inverted sword momentum, the figure on the roof of the building no longer stretched out two fingers, pulled out a hand from behind his back, and pressed it down, like a canopy of the sky, allowing the sword qi to cut down the stars, but it couldn't break out of his palm.

At the moment when the figure on the top of the building made a move, the figure of the young man beside Wu Qiu became more and more ambiguous, and Wu Qiu said in a deep voice in an instant: "You are drawing his strength again, you are not his master!"

The pale golden light was as rich as a cloud, rolling on the roof of the building, spreading downward, and the young man who looked the same as Dong Yanyan stood on the roof of the building, except for the color of his eyes, he was simply a person.

The young man looked down at Wu Qiu and sneered, "Did I say I was his master?"

Faintly, the gold in the young man's pupils was a little deeper, and looking at Dong Nanyan, who was becoming more and more ambiguous below, he said indifferently: "A good blessing and misfortune depend on each other, and life and death are shared." ”

The sword intent on Wu Qiu's body has risen to the point that it fills the first floor of the Immortal Building, and the young man above is different from him, not his mind appears here, but as if a dove occupies a magpie's nest.

Wu Qiu in this life, extremely chic and happy, fighting the sword world, paying attention to a clear grievance, regardless of those tacit deeds on the mountain, drinking happy wine in case of painful and happy things, and uneven swords, the reason why he later angered the Cold Heavenly Palace was also from a trivial matter that could not be smaller. Just because the disciples of the Cold Heaven Palace competed with a monk for the treasure and had revealed their identity, the monk still refused, and was finally killed by other monks who wanted to flatter him, and gave the treasure to the disciples of the Cold Heaven Palace. The dead monk didn't have any background in the sect, and he just scattered his cultivation, but coincidentally, he just had a drink with Wu Qiu, who didn't show the sword immortal frame some time ago, and afterwards Wu Qiu shot with a sword, traced back to the source, and finally killed all the way to the Hantian Palace, using their blood to pay tribute to his friends. Such a sword cultivator in the Xuan Realm, the Hantian Palace did not want to be an enemy with it, but he was killed and took the life of the disciple at the mountain gate, and the Hantian Palace could not afford to lose this face, so he united with all the Tongxuan in the back and worked together to besiege and kill Wu Qiu, although Wu Qiu escaped in the end, but he was already dying, and after leaving the inheritance, he died here.

"It's just a dead obsession, do you really think that a mayfly can shake a tree?"

The young man's words made Wu Qiu hesitate.

In the event of injustice, there is an uneven sword, although it is only a one-sided relationship with Dong Nanyan, but this does not prevent Wu Qiu from making a sword here, and now what really makes Wu Qiu embarrassed is that he can still swing a few swords in his current situation, once this obsession is worn out here, what about his inheritance, is it that from now on, there is no one like him in heaven and earth?

Wu Qiu fell into thought, the young man on the roof didn't care about it, the last time he woke up, Song Jingxian did it intentionally, this time to his surprise, Dong Nanyan's mood had a great problem, and his mind was unstable, which actually caused him to wake up.

The relationship between him and Dong Nanyan is not a dove occupying the magpie's nest or the like, and the young man said to himself: "Zhang San, I don't believe in your woman's kindness, what kind of backhand did you leave behind?

The sword qi below has already rushed through the door of the Immortal Building and vented outward, in fact, compared to Wu Qiu, who has the combat power of the Xuan Realm, the current state of the young man is estimated to be not even Ling Xuan Realm, unless Dong Yanyan is asleep, and he temporarily takes over this body, he estimates that he may barely be able to match Tong Xuan, whether it is the opponent of this Tong Xuan Realm sword cultivation, in fact, it is not easy to say, but it is not difficult to protect himself.

The reason why he despised Wu Qiu was because he occupied a favorable position.

In this Immortal Building, he is really free!

Flying mirror under the moon, Yunsheng Jiehai Tower, on this immortal building, what is the difficulty of ascending to the sky?

Climb the stairs and you can reach the sky!

The sword qi fell back into the man's body, and the young man smiled: "Kill you and dislike dirty here, you get out." ”

Wu Qiu was silent, glanced at Dong Nanyan, and walked towards the door of the building that was rushed open by the sword qi, at the door of the building, Wu Qiu did not leave, but closed the door inward.

The boy leaned over the railing, "Looking for death?"

Wu Qiu, who was on the gate, turned around and smiled: "Ask for death here!"

The people who were searching for treasures on their own roads only felt that the world was spinning, and there was an unimaginable aura that did not know where it came from, making them feel insignificant.

It was like a long sword was being unsheathed, and Zhou Ao, who had already found a few treasures, was shocked and said: "This is the breath of the Xuan Realm, who is it, could it be that Wu Qiu is not dead?" Or rather, who touched Wu Qiu's chance?!"

In the horror of everyone, deeper than the secret room, there was a coffin mound that suddenly opened, and with a hand on the coffin, whether it was the sword weapon here or the sword door outside, they all trembled wildly, and the most violent tremor was inside the sword box.

If it weren't for the layers of forbidden seals on the sword box, maybe the immortal soldiers inside would have rushed away in the next moment and returned to the old master's hands.

The middle-aged man who came out of the coffin was the body of the sword immortal Wu Qiu.

Without any intention of rotting, the man with his eyes closed subconsciously came to Dong Nanyan's face under the traction of a breath, and stretched out his finger to press Dong Nanyan's eyebrows.

At the same time, the sword qi in the sword box was completely boiling, and through the groove, an unimaginable sword qi flashed away, passing through Wu Qiu's corpse, and entered Dong Yanyan's body together.

In the Changsheng Building, the young man's face was slightly solemn, and he asked in surprise, "Are you two familiar with each other?"

Wu Qiu's breath downstairs was not the same as just now, he gently stroked the long sword that flew into the building, raised his head and smiled: "If you are afraid, just say it, what does mother-in-law do!"

The young man smiled and said nothing, he wanted to see what kind of surprise the man could bring to him, even the residual strength of his own corpse.

Wu Qiu didn't take out the sword, but the sword qi had already overflowed outside his body, not because he didn't know how to restrain his breath, but because the sword qi was too abundant.

Wu Qiu in the Immortal Building held his sword and smiled, and the long swords of the entire sword mound rioted, and all the long swords were pulled to Dong Yanyan's side by Wu Qiu's breath, slowly wandering in the entire secret room.

"In my life, I have the deepest memory of the nine swords, and the sword is the most free. ”

As if reminiscing about the past, Wu Qiu took a step forward, and then a sword rushed straight up, "The young man learns the sword, Yu Taiyou Mountain, a sword opens the mountain!"

The palm of the young man's hand that was collided with the sword qi trembled, and the canopy spun around!

Wu Qiufu took another step forward, "Learn the sword, go out of the mountain and meet the enemy, and break the eight or nine golden pills with one sword." ”

After the young man took it with one hand, he twisted the palm of his hand, and the originally smooth palm furrows were vertical and horizontal, consuming this sword qi.

"Cross the three mountains, break through the seven kingdoms, and reach the throne with a sword. ”

"Drink immortal brew, drunk and lie on the knees of beauty, sword slash stars!"

"Yuan Yingcheng, the sword heart is extinguished and born, cutting off eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers, who to listen to. ”

"If you want to do nothing, your swordsmanship will rise and fall, your mood will fluctuate, and the falling realm will be stronger than the rising realm. ”

Wu Qiu took six steps, a total of six swords before and after, and cut off the five fingers of his palm.

Outside, losing the sword qi, Wu Qiu's body and limbs have turned into smoke and dissipated, Wu Qiu raised his sword and said with a smile: "The seventh sword, the rising sun rises in the east, the tide of the North Sea, and a sword enters the Xuan!"

A line of canopy-like palms opened, and the sword qi rushed horizontally, like a rising tide and a big wave.

The boy reached out and pressed again.

Wu Qiu stroked the long sword and said: "The sword is invincible, the sword is invincible, the sword is like me?"

No sword is better than a sword, and there is a sword everywhere in the Immortal Building.

Outside, only the head of the corpse remained, and Wu Qiu stepped heavily and handed out the last sword.

The Ninth Sword!

"The sword breaks through the cold, and the uneven sword comes out, there is no shame!"

As the sword qi slammed into the young man's outstretched palm.

The Changsheng Building was shaken.