Somewhere on a broken bridge, there was a woman in a green shirt squatting on the ground, crying bitterly, a lyre was thrown aside, she was asking, but no one answered, because at this time, the sky had changed.

The world covered with dark clouds, because Gu Qingci beckoned, the sword intent soared to the sky, the heavenly sword fell, the world was full of holiness, but sadness, this wisp of sadness, made the people watching the battle twitch, and no one knew why Gu Qingci was so sad.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Shanhe's forehead, and it slipped down in an instant.

The heavy rain was still majestic, someone rode a horse and galloped in, she was Qin Keqing, her heart was twitching, she looked at the person who was like an immortal holding a sword in the White Emperor City, two lines of tears slowly fell, she still rode a horse, but stopped again.

"Sword up!"

Zhao Shanhe shouted, the mountain and river divine sword carried the mighty heavenly power and quickly moved towards Gu Qingci, one after another tornado, like a boiling boiler tumbling, the black clouds at the top were all wrapped, as if they were dying, but they all poured into the tornado in an instant, as if the heavy rain had stopped suddenly, but looking up at the sky, I could still see that the majestic rain did not stop, but was just sucked away.

Zhao Shanhe toed a little, and a big pit burst out on the ground, and the figure was like a long rainbow, walking through the tornado, a sword slashed out, and the endless tornado converged on this sword, threatening the entire heaven and earth, and the vitality of heaven and earth was sucked out at that moment, the air was suddenly compressed, and it was difficult to breathe.

He wants to decide the winner with a sword, and he will also decide life and death.

At the moment when Gu Qingci explored the sword, he already knew that in this battle, only in terms of life and death, Gu Qingci's strength had exceeded the expectations of everyone in the world, and no one would have thought that Gu Qingci's combat power was really a grandmaster!

Gu Qingci's realm, he saw it very clearly, he was definitely not a grandmaster, just the peak of the Heavenly Mandate Realm, but this sword was only seen in his life!

Whew——

A sword is like a rainbow, cutting through the void.

Mo Chou's sword suddenly bloomed with dazzling brilliance, a sword stabbed out, straight through the void, in that majestic tornado, Gu Qingci was like an ant, he directly entered the realm of Zhao Shanhe.

A sword ray, turned into a streamer, pierced into the tornado, so scorching, but so sad, a peerless ancient and modern, as if the sword intent from the stars and moon stirred the world, at this moment is not only the White Emperor City, not only the Black Domain, but also the entire rivers and lakes are shaken.

The sword that shouldn't exist in the world.

This sword intent seems to be irresistible.

Under the sky, there are ants,

This sword, however, pierced the sky.

............

"What a strong sword!"

The Jizo King on the top of the mountain was excited for a moment, directly pinched the teacup, and stood up suddenly, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then there was a burst of laughter, but a little bitter: "What a sad sword, what has this kid experienced? This kind of sad sword, it really shouldn't be ...... I really shouldn't ......"

"It really shouldn't be on people," Mo Lanying muttered, "He still has a sword, and it's not a sword in the world!"

In the capital, Mr. Wufeng suddenly woke up from his meditation, a flash of light burst out from his eyes, and appeared in Yuan Tianshi's attic in an instant, and asked, "Heavenly Master, can you deduce who it is?"

"I can't deduce it, but I can guess it. Yuan Tianshi didn't play dumb riddles, and said directly: "Today, I am not busy breaking through the invincible grandmaster, and this sword is from the direction of the Black Domain, who else do you think there can be in this time period?"

Mr. Wufeng walked out of the attic, looked in the direction of the Black Domain, and said in surprise: "Zhao Shanhe's sword has never reached such a realm in his life, and now there is only Gu Qingci's kid in the Black Domain who fights with Zhao Shanhe, so in this way, this sword ...... Gu Qingci's sword!"

"Nine times out of ten!"

"Xia Guo is worry-free!"

There are many people who are as amazed as Mr. Wuji, and those hidden old guys of the seven sects and eight sects are all awakened at this moment.

Tianshan Dao Pavilion, Yu Hengqiao, who was cultivating, suddenly heard the voice of Dao Immortal Li Chengfeng: "Always pay attention to the movements of the Canglan Sword Sect, Zhao Shanhe is dead, if the Canglan Sword Sect has a move, the Tianshan Dao Pavilion will go to the Black Domain!"

On the Yangtze River, the waves are turbulent, there is an old man in a Confucian shirt who is wandering on a bamboo, at this moment, he suddenly looked at the black domain, pinched his fingers and counted for a while, frowned, and muttered: "The sky is chaotic, you can't ask for it!"

In a restaurant, a drunken young man suddenly tilted his head, sighed, and muttered: "It's a pity, it's a pity, if it was a few decades earlier, the number one in the world should have been replaced." ”

............

The sword qi fell, Zhao Shanhe let out a loud laugh, the thunder tornado walked together, and it fell towards Gu Qingci with a bang, and Gu Qingci's sword collided, and the mountains shook in an instant, and there was a burst of chaotic net-like flames outside the White Emperor City, and after the thunder, there were thunderstorms and heavy rain.

Heaven and earth moved.

Sword qi and sword intent poured out,

The sword light of the world disappeared in a flash.

Outside the White Emperor City, there was still lightning but no thunder.

The sword qi that penetrated the heavens and the earth exploded at that moment, and countless sword qi fell like a galaxy, and the stars rained, and each sword qi raged everywhere with endless might. It's thousands of ways, and there are countless of them.

It was an apocalyptic scenario.

Heaven and earth are eclipsed after this sword.

Outside the city gate, it was already broken, and the ground was full of potholes, some big and some small, as big as a pond, and the small one was no more than the mouth of the bowl, and the stagnant water washed everywhere, and the heavy rain in the sky finally returned to nature and fell down smoothly.

It was still a gloomy day, and it was raining heavily.

There is still only one person within a radius of thirty miles from the White Emperor City,

But it is no longer Zhao Shanhe, but Gu Qingci who holds the sword.

The thunder is silent, only wind and rain, and there is a sword, which falls slowly, it is the sword of the world's gods, Zhao Shanhe has protected the sword all his life, the sword does not leave his body, the sword is in the person, and the sword is dead!

Now, this sword has fallen into Gu Qingci's hands.

It is a good sword, it is a divine soldier, but it is not a divine soldier belonging to Gu Qingci, he threw it at the city gate, inserted it into the city wall, and said loudly: "Canglan Sword Sect, if you want to take the sword, send someone to get it, if you can't take it, you will leave another sword!"

As Gu Qingci's voice came out, the crowd of spectators in a daze woke up!

Zhao Shanhe is dead, and the bones of the grandmaster Zhao Shanhe are gone.

Gu Qingci won, this young generation of great cultivators defeated the veteran grandmaster, the sword-wielding elder of the Canglan Sword Sect, and Zhao Shanhe, who was holding a divine weapon, was killed by Gu Qingci with a sword!

There was silence in the heavens and the earth, and then the commotion shocked the four fields.

No one can face this outcome calmly.

This is the first battle launched by the younger generation against the older generation of grandmasters, the contemporary rivers and lakes, the second, the first in a hundred years, the innate great cultivators defeated the Divine Nian Grandmaster, or killed the grandmaster.

The disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect all seemed to have lost their souls, and many of them let out a hoarse shout and sat down in the rain, only Zang Feng quietly walked towards the White Emperor City.

The heavy rain was still majestic, Zang Feng was soaked, and bowed towards the Shanhe Sword, then looked at Gu Qingci, and arched his hand: "Master Gu, Shanhe Sword, my Zang Feng will definitely get it back for my uncle, I hope you keep it and say goodbye!"