Boom!

Feng Yuqing drew his sword, but his arm sank, after all, he was still half a step slower, Wang Qingyuan's body moved, and he didn't see any fireworks, so he crossed more than ten zhang of land, and came to the front, an index finger fell, like the emperor star hanging high, shining brightly, and it was crowded with Feng Yuqing's entire line of sight.

Burst!

The blood flowers rose like fireworks, but Wang Qingyuan shook his head, his spiritual power initially interfered with the present world, but his cultivation was still too shallow, and he couldn't stop the leader of the Green Scale Gang from resisting.

"Hmm, that finger, there is a vast and noble artistic conception, what is the road?"

An old man of the Lu family frowned, but he didn't care about the death of the scaly tooth sword sealing Yu Qing, and the subsequent destruction of the Qinglu Gang, in Kyushu in the world, almost every day there are sects and families rise and fall, and it is no wonder.

Yangtze River.

More than ten people ambushed the corpse, Wang Qingyuan's clothes were not stained with blood, but it made many cultivators around him feel cold on their backs, they knew that the Green Scale Gang was not clean, but the young man in front of him shot fiercely, and the decisiveness of the killing, which really shocked many people, I believe that after today, on the bank of the Yangtze River, the name of this young master, will be passed to the Quartet at the same time with the battle of the two easy number of heirs.

"It turns out that you are a master. ”

Song Yushu barely came back to his senses at this time, he came to Wang Qingyuan's side, looked up and down, until now, it was still a little unbelievable, and the other six young people also came up at this time, their eyes widened one by one, looking at Wang Qingyuan like monsters.

Just as he was about to speak, in the ancestral court, the seeds of time throbbed, giving birth to an unprecedented sense of crisis, Wang Qingyuan's cold hair stood on end, and then he saw a white palm, glowing with blood-colored vitality, from Song Yushu's back, tearing and exploding his whole person in an instant.

This palm was menacing, nearly six inches thick Yin Red Palm was like blood, pressing the air to shatter inch by inch, a bloody, cold, and murderous true intent enveloped Wang Qingyuan, and wanted to imprison him in place.

The sudden change, Wang Qingyuan was caught off guard, and seeing the people in front of him fall apart, his heart burned like fire, and he was instantly angry.

The fourth skill of "Time Knife" instantly climbed to the extreme, in front of Wang Qingyuan's eyes, all kinds of changes in the void seemed to become slow, he pulled out the knife like lightning, and in an instant, there was a thunderous explosion on the bank of the Yangtze River, and many cultivators saw an unforgettable scene.

A ray of sword light was like chaos, and like lightning across the sky, too fast, the air was torn apart, the pale vacuum was torn, and it spread out more than ten zhang in an instant.

Rumble!

On the side of the Yangtze River, on the incomparably hard stone bank washed over the years, a knife mark nearly 20 zhang long and as deep as a foot suddenly appeared, which was very terrifying.

With the blue iron long knife in his hand, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were cold, and even many people around him couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the air seemed to be frozen by the murderous aura of the young man in front of him at this moment.

"How could it be him, how could it be!"

The remaining five young people didn't believe it at all, their faces were pale, looking at the young man who had just lived and died together, starting from between his eyebrows, a wisp of blood-colored knife marks penetrated his entire body from top to bottom.

Click!

The first thing that cracked was a real face, or rather, a human face mask that was difficult to distinguish between real and fake, revealing an unfamiliar face full of scars and difficult to distinguish from inside.

"Earthshatter!"

Wang Qingyuan said word by word, his tone was not high, and he was not gritting his teeth, but even the cultivators of many sects and sects hundreds of zhang away could feel a deep chill.

Earthshatter!

As Wang Qingyuan spoke, most of the cultivators didn't hear clearly, and even if someone heard it, most of them didn't know anything, but some masters with a little knowledge, and even people from various sects and families, their pupils contracted one by one, revealing an extremely jealous look.

This boy was actually targeted by a killer from the earth!

This time, how many assassinations has this boy encountered?

Especially some of them have entered the Dragon Tiger Jindan realm. The masters of the family and sect who first got a glimpse of immortality, just now Wang Qingyuan made a move, how could they not know what the chaotic sword light was. It is clearly the ancestral spirit of heaven and earth, and there is no second home in the whole world.

A young man who has begun to open up the hidden secrets of the human body and has cultivated to such a point in building a foundation is a rare seed even if he is placed in the Dao Sect. It needs to be cultivated carefully, and it may not be impossible to grow into an Void Venerable in the future, and even a Dao Yuan Shen, it is not impossible to do so.

"What kind of sword technique is that, magnificent, but I have never heard of it. ”

Some people in the sect family speculated that at this time, the battle between the two easy number of descendants on the Yangtze River seemed to be coming to an end.

The waves are rippling, and the sword light and sword light are rushing into the sky. If you take the lotus leaves, and the double lotus.

Except for a few people such as Wang Qingyuan, what everyone saw was this picture scroll that was both illusory and real, and the waves on the river were surging, and the hundreds of zhang of river water were hanging upside down like a waterfall, and the momentum was shocking.

After only more than ten breaths, the waves faded, and the pale vacuum began to heal, and the river surface. The beautiful woman with the young man and the green gauze dress reappeared in front of everyone.

The young man turned around and walked on the waves, more than ten feet in one step. Downstream, all the way west.

And the stunningly beautiful woman from the Shield Sect, the descendant of this generation of the Shocking Cloud Sword did not re-ascend Mount Yiluo, but went upstream, Lingbo, all the way to the east. Like a celestial fairy in the dust.

From beginning to end, the two easy number of heirs did not use the psychic magic weapon in the sword box behind them.

This undoubtedly disappointed many cultivators, but soon some people were relieved, even if they were really out of the sheath, how could they see the truth clearly, but the momentum was even greater, and they could not even harm the fish in the pond, and they gave their lives in vain.

All this has nothing to do with Wang Qingyuan at this moment.

He backhanded the Qingtie long knife to be sheathed inch by inch, and then looked at the remaining five young people, looking at him with no more caution than before, only sadness and self-suppressed anger.

Until now, they also vaguely understand that the companions around them have long since died, and the reason why Song Yushu died is also because of the young man in front of them.

Human life in the cultivation world is like a mustard, but for the five young people, it is still too cruel, and the edges and corners that have been smoothed out over the years have mottled cracks at this time.

Without saying a word, Wang Qingyuan stepped forward, his hands were covered with blood, and gathered the corpses belonging to Song Yushu.

The palm-sized chaos furnace in the palm of his hand turned into a reality, the furnace lid was lifted, and a wisp of blood-colored flame flowed chaotic qi and fell on the corpse, the chaos fire was raging, and it turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

In the distance, such as the Yixin Sword Lu Family, the masters of the Three-point Guiyuan Sword Sect and other sect families, their eyes flashed, and they faintly thought of something.

......

On the outskirts of Taiyuan City, in a dilapidated small temple.

The old cigarette gun put down the copper cigarette stick in his hand and led Wang Qingyuan into the temple.

"There is also this small temple in the suburbs, close to the city wall, the grass and trees are sparse, ordinary monsters dare not approach, and they can also detect it in time and escape with their lives. ”

The old cigarette pointed to a corner of the temple, where the mattress was also patched, and in addition to that, there were seven other places that looked a little messy and dilapidated.

"This temple was originally dedicated to a real person on Mount Yiluo, but later this real person sat down and the temple was moved, and this place was abandoned," the old smoker muttered, as if talking to himself, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be deeper.

"Song Yushu, this kid is stubborn, he came out of Huayan Town, Pei County, held his breath, and said to his father and mother that he would not return his name if he did not succeed, this time it was eight years, eight years, even if this kid couldn't help it, he only dared to look at it from a distance at the entrance of the village, and then gritted his teeth and left, Taiyuan City called him muddy, because he had poor understanding, the basic swordsmanship of others to learn a sword only took two days, he wanted half a month, no Taoist temple was willing to accept him, he didn't read much, his temperament was upright, those gangs did not disdain to mix, so many years, still nothing, but as long as the injuries on his body were healed, he would not be cheeky to run to the city of various avenues, gangs, even if you are beaten, you have to fight with someone twice, and you can steal a few swords. ”

When he came to a corner of the small temple, he tore open the corner of a futon, and shook out a few pieces of black, about five or six taels of scattered silver, and the old smoking gun picked it up, and came to another corner, tore open the corner of the mattress, and took out the same little half of the broken silver inside, about four, Five taels, almost ten taels of broken silver, the old man wrapped it in a broken step, put it in Wang Qingyuan's hand, patted it lightly, and didn't say a word, just turned around and came to the temple, grabbed the cigarette stick, squatted on the steps of the door, and lit it with a fire, and smoked without a mouthful, and his eyes were a little cloudy.

The five young men stood in front of the temple and said nothing, at this time there was no anger on the faces of the five people, and all that remained was lingering sadness.

Wang Qingyuan walked out of the broken temple, glanced at the five people, the five turned around, and led the way in front.

In the past, even if they wanted to leave Taiyuan City, the five young people had to weigh whether they could withstand the demon beasts that jumped out of the wilderness from time to time, or they could spend some money to follow the traveling caravan, so that if something happened, there would be an accompanying foundation building monk to carry it.

And this time, they don't need to worry, because there is a master like Wang Qingyuan, who can even be poked to death by the leader of the Green Scale Gang with one finger, they don't need to worry about their safety, and they go smoothly all the way, even if a demon beast jumps out, before they have time to roar, they are cut by the invisible sharp qi, and the back of their heads falls with blood.

Even so, they could not be happy, far less apprehensive and excited than they had secretly returned to their hometowns to visit in the past.

At night, they slept in the wilderness, Wang Qingyuan did not urge, just built a bonfire, roasted the meat of the killed demon beasts, cut it into slices, and let the five people share it, and then practiced the foundation building skills, and then meditated to refine the remaining blood and qi to replenish the spirit.

In just five days, among the five people, the lowest cultivation is from the second to the fourth level of "Foundation Building", and the highest cultivation is from the fourth to the fifth level, which is about to be completed.

With the improvement of cultivation and the growth of strength, the five people really felt the improvement of their strength from moment to moment, but after a short period of joy, as the crowd approached, they all fell silent.

......

Pei County, Huayan Town, Xiaoyuan Village.

Because in the early years, the village went out of a young master who built a foundation with seven layers of perfection and a thousand catties of power, and the village was still very small at that time, and after more than a dozen families discussed, they named the village Xiaoyuan to ask for a good omen.

Song family.

In the fence yard, the old couple held a clay pot refilled with ashes, and the old tears were all over the place.

On this day, five young people knelt down in front of their fence.

This night, Wang Qingyuan had no sleep.

The next day, at the beginning of the morning, Wang Qingyuan stood at the entrance of the village, he looked directly at the rising sun, the sun rose in the east, accompanied by the purple gas, he looked far away, turned around after a while, looked at the five young people in front of him who had changed into a coarse cloth and made a peasant, and said, "You have decided." ”

The five of them looked at each other and nodded heavily.

Wang Qingyuan groaned slightly, his spiritual power moved, and it was divided into five, and the five young people only felt a pain in their heads, but when they recovered, they now had a mysterious mantra in their minds, and there was also a third-order supernatural power technique that they had dreamed of.

The third-order supernatural power technique is a third-order sword technique that Wang Qingyuan wrote down in the Ziwei Pavilion before, and the mantra is a cultivation technique that fits with it.

Then, Wang Qingyuan turned around, he didn't walk very fast, but every step fell, he stepped several zhang away, and the rising sun was surprisingly long, stretching his shadow very long.

At the entrance of the village, a young man finally couldn't help it and shouted from afar: "If one day, where will I find you." ”

A moment later, just as the eyes of the five people were dimming, a clear voice sounded in the distance, as if in front of them.

"Xuantian Dao Ziwei Peak, Wang Qingyuan. ”

Xuantian Dao crape myrtle peak, Wang Qingyuan.

Even if Wang Qingyuan did not deliberately reveal his identity, he finally made the Chaos Furnace, and the masters of the Liangzhou sect and family were not fuel-efficient lamps, so his identity was still exposed.

With the battle of the two easy heirs of the Yangtze River and the Hengjiang River, it is suspected that there is no difference between victory and defeat, and the reputation of Wang Qingyuan, a disciple of Xuantian Dao, also spread to the entire Liangzhou and even the entire Zhongzhou with Taiyuan City as the center.

Whether it is the spirit of the Yangtze River, interfering with the present world, or the astonishing sword later, the Chaos Furnace, it has impressed many cultivators.

Slowly, the name of the Xuantian Dao Qingyuan Dao Leader gradually spread in this Kyushu, even faster than Wang Qingyuan's footsteps.