Many years ago, when a young man was asked by a middle-aged man with a stubbled face to learn swordsmanship in the courtyard of a small town, he hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded.

Many years later, the middle-aged man with a scruffy face walked to the height of the sword path and became a sword immortal in the sea, and the young man also walked to that peak and stood shoulder to shoulder with his master.

It's just that this kind of time can't last long, and the middle-aged man with a scruffy face is about to leave.

He is Li Fuyao's master, the uncle of Wu Shanhe, the master of Jianshan, and the apprentice of the old ancestor Xu Lian, but he has not done any of these identities well.

As Wu Shanhe's uncle, his heart is on Li Fuyao, and he has not fulfilled the duties of his uncle to Wu Shanhe, and he has not done a good job as the apprentice of the old ancestor Xu Lone, although the old ancestor has always loved him, but he is still a little sorry for the old ancestor.

Besides, he is Li Fuyao's master

It's even worse.

At the beginning of accepting apprentices, he felt that Li Fuyao's qualifications, after hundreds of years, it would be impossible to become a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, and he never thought that he could become a sword immortal.

After letting him go to Jianshan alone to learn swords, Chen Sheng basically did not interfere in Li Fuyao's cultivation.

Li Fuyao learned swords at the foot of Sword Mountain, and the three uncles taught him.

Chen Sheng didn't take this kind of thing to heart, but he also knew that he was incompetent.

He looked at Li Fuyao and said, "I didn't want to leave, but it seems that I can't stay." ”

Chen Sheng's expression was flat, and what he was holding in his hand was the white fish sword that he found back then.

He glanced at Li Fuyao, "After I leave, leave the sword to you." ”

Li Fu shook his head and said nothing.

Chen Sheng suddenly laughed at himself, he knew that the old ancestor Xu Lin was also ready to leave the old thing to him when Li Fuyao was about to go down the mountain, but Li Fuyao refused, and now his white fish sword should be rejected for the same reason.

The sword is still in the hands of the ancestors, so the ancestors will not die, and the sword is still in the hands of Chen Sheng, and Chen Sheng will not die?

Chen Sheng smiled helplessly, "You stupid boy." ”

Li Fuyao's sword qi walked around Chen Sheng's body, and finally returned to Li Fuyao's body.

All those sword qi flowed out of Chen Sheng's body, not only the meridians, but now Chen Sheng's whole body is a colander, extending in all directions!

According to Chen Sheng's appearance, when his sword qi is exhausted, it will definitely be a dead time.

Nothing else is possible.

Li Fuyao gritted his teeth and said, "Master......"

Chen Sheng didn't answer, but just said to himself: "If I had married you Uncle Xie Lu at the beginning, then you would have been able to call her Senior Lady later." ”

"This is because Master has not done a good job. ”

Chen Sheng started again.

In the final analysis, Chen Sheng, who can only be serious for a moment, is the master that Li Fuyao is familiar with.

Chen Sheng smiled, "How do you say that there is a scholar who has nothing to do in his life, and he is the only one who bears this?"

Li Fuyao didn't speak, just looked at Chen Sheng.

Chen Sheng patted Li Fuyao's head, looked at the saints over there and laughed loudly: "Who is coming?"

There was a deathly silence, no one made a sound, and everyone was looking at Chen Sheng.

But no one moved.

The long sword in Li Fuyao's hand was all scattered at this moment, and the fragments surrounded his side, just like before.

His sword is gone, and now the master is gone

Finish.

How can things in the world be so sad everywhere.

Old Confucian raised his head and glanced at the canopy, then at Ye Sheng, and said softly: "If you don't do it again, it's too late." ”

Ye Sheng's expression was indifferent and he did not respond.

The old Confucian said with a smile: "Chao Qingqiu seems to be here, if you don't do it again, you won't have a chance." ”

Ye Sheng said slowly: "Chao Qingqiu is here, you still want to do it, you are not afraid of death?"

"You Ye Xiujing will also be afraid of that embryo killing?"

Ye Sheng didn't speak, walked a few steps in the clouds, and then fell to Liang Yi's side, and said bluntly: "Then you can deal with him yourself later." ”

As he spoke, a sword intent suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

A sword light came from the sky in the distance, and when he saw it, it fell in front of the old Confucian student, and the old Confucian student's expression changed greatly.

Among all the Canghai monks present, his realm was the highest, except for Ye Xiujing, basically no one was his opponent, but in front of this sword light, the old Confucian face changed greatly, and the mountain and river seal was instantly taken back, used to block the sword light, but it still had no effect, the sword light fell on the mountain and river seal, and in just a moment, the old Confucian flew out upside down.

In the sea of clouds, a ravine hundreds of feet long was blown up.

A large area of the blood of the saint was spilled.

Those golden blood spilled in the clouds, looking like golden light, it looked very good, but some people didn't feel good.

If you come here a few more times, you can only watch the old Confucian die and disappear.

Such a monk who can already ascend is not willing to die here.

The old Confucian tried very hard to stand up straight hundreds of feet away, but when he looked around, no one could see him.

In the sea of clouds, there was only one residual sword intent, which never dispersed.

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

What realm does the old Confucian cultivate, although they didn't fight him, but they also know that such a peerless powerhouse has reached the point where he can soar, the realm of light is the highest among the people present, and when it comes to combat power, only Ye Sheng can compare.

But such a saint was forced like this by a sword light at this moment.

What's more, the owner of that sword light hasn't yet appeared.

Thinking about it this way, if the previous sword roar was not Chaoqingqiu's breakthrough, who else could it be?

But such a person, in Luoyang City back then, how much effort did it take for Confucianism and Taoist saints to let him leave the world, why is he back now?

Most of the saints present couldn't figure out why this was happening.

But I also have to be surprised by Chao Qingqiu's realm, before he was the strongest in the world, that was because his realm was not enough, but now the realm of the old Confucian is enough, or he was forced to retreat by a sword, so what is Chao Qingqiu's realm?

Is it really the only one in the ages?

But it is the only one in the ages, and it is impossible to fight them alone, right?

The saint who had just given birth to such an idea quickly shook his head and turned his gaze to the few sword immortals who were still standing there.

After all, there are still so many sword immortals, how to fight?

Even if it is a win, it should be a miserable victory.

Just when their thoughts diverged, Chao Qingqiu finally appeared.

He came from a distance and stayed above the sea of clouds.

Move forward slowly.

It's still that familiar face, it's still that familiar person.

The only difference is that Chao Qingqiu's face is a few points younger than back then, and he doesn't have a sword hanging from his waist.

Dressed in a white robe, he looked at it

It's an immortal from outside the sky.

It's just really speaking, if Chao Qingqiu really left the world back then, instead of dying in the world, he would really be an immortal at this time.

It's just that Chao Qingqiu died in the world in front of many saints back then, and they were all aware of the previous breakthrough, so it can only be said that Chao Qingqiu was reincarnated and reborn.

Just broke through the realm, and he was already strong enough to be able to slash back the old Confucian with a sword, this Chao Qingqiu was even more terrifying than back then.

At this moment, I am afraid that all the swordsmen in the world will know that Chao Qingqiu is still alive, and they will definitely cry bitterly, shouting that God has eyes, right?

Chao Qingqiu stood in the sea of clouds, standing with his hands in his hands.

One person steals everyone's attention.

He is still the same Chao Qingqiu, but now he is no longer the same world as he was at the beginning.

Even Qingtianjun could only secretly scold, this Chao Qingqiu is still so fucking...... Feign.

Everyone stopped, and everyone looked at Chao Qingqiu.

Several sword immortals saluted towards Chao Qingqiu, including Li Fuyao.

Chao Qingqiu glanced at Chen Sheng, and with a casual pull, all the sword qi between heaven and earth poured into his palm, and then all the brains poured into Chen Sheng's body, and then there were several sword qi that did not look rough into a large net, attached to the surface of Chen Sheng's body, which could be regarded as completely blocking the sword qi that he leaked out of his body.

Then Chao Qingqiu said softly: "That's it first." ”

After that, he turned his head to look at the old Confucian in the distance, with an indifferent expression.

The old Confucian spat out several mouthfuls of blood, looked at Chao Qingqiu, and was about to say something, but soon saw the sword intent in Chao Qingqiu's eyes.

When even if you go into the distance.

But a moment later, he was still slashed by a peerless sword light.

Golden blood was spilled again.

"You can't go to the Sword Immortal!"

Zhang Sheng spoke, not wanting Chao Qingqiu to kill people here.

Master Zhou was seriously injured, and now among the Confucian saints in the clouds, only Zhang Sheng still has some friendship with Chao Qingqiu.

Chao Qingqiu didn't speak, but Ye Sheng's golden silk thread was born, breaking through the sword qi that had already spread out in the distance.

It's just that the golden thread also melts away.

Ye Sheng said: "The sword immortal has been relived for a lifetime, and the realm has made progress compared to the beginning, and he is still the first person in the world." ”

This sentence is a little bitter to say, but in fact, it is not wrong, one sword can force back the old Confucian Chao Qingqiu, and the realm is really not comparable to them.

Chao Qingqiu said, "You're not bad. ”

Among the Canghai monks, there are only one or two people who can make Chao Qingqiu feel good.

Ye Xiujing is one of them.

It's just that later, maybe there will be a few more.

"Retreat. ”

Chao Qingqiu didn't look at the old Confucian or Ye Sheng, but walked towards the front, just saying this sentence.

He didn't say this to the old Confucian or a person, but to all the Canghai monks here.

Ye Xiujing didn't move, although the old Confucian was in the sea of clouds in the distance, he didn't continue to retreat, and the big demons looked at Chao Qingqiu with high fighting spirit.

Especially the Demon King of the West Mountain.

His red hair was thick like fire.

A majestic demonic aura pushed away the surrounding chaotic clouds again and again.

No matter how wonderful Chao Qingqiu's realm is, in his opinion, it is just a life of death.

Chao Qingqiu turned his head and looked at these Canghai monks, "Then go up together?"