Heaven and earth also changed color, and Meng Qingyi's face also changed color.

It turned out that the silence under the eye was not silence, but the cold eyes of the god of death.

Everyone in Sang Molin was stared at coldly.

I felt that the air was frozen together, and the gravel of time was frozen little by little, and in a trance, a dark blood-red world appeared in front of me.

Even Du Bazhi's heart was beating violently, and the rest of the people, even Lu Muqing, whose face was as heavy as autumn, couldn't help but think that the earth was spinning.

When it is on the field, there are still those who still have control over themselves, and there are only five knives in the Great Wilderness Realm.

Although this world is not so fantastical, there are always eleven or twelve forbidden techniques, and Xue Qi has always been very involved in this.

Seven years ago, Xue Qi was still alone, wandering in the extinction of the Great Wilderness, but he was not even sinked, and the ground shattered into a cave, and suddenly he stepped into the air, even Xue Qi could only fall.

It was a dark cave ten feet deep.

The soft snake-like knife on Xue Qi's waist could not place him on the two walls of the cave.

But seeing Xue Qi falling down quickly, the person didn't panic, stretched out his hands and feet, and in the midst of danger, he actually touched a few strands of vines, buried deep in the ground, without the care of the sun, some withered, and some smell of death.

With the help of vines, Xue Qi stopped in the air for half a minute.

The snake-like eyes were peering into the darkness, and when Xue Qi looked at it for a moment, suddenly the vine could no longer support it and broke from it.

Xue Qi suddenly got up, put his toes on the left side of the cave wall, and after relieving his strength, he jumped to the wall beam on the right side, and fell seventy-three steps in a row, standing firmly at the bottom of the hole.

When I looked up, the light on the horizon was smaller than the mouth of the bowl.

Under the cave, there is a peaceful pool, and a little dew drips down the water, and it ripples and makes a soft sound.

Xue Qi meditated in the cave, the cave was cold and cold, which was just right for him to recuperate.

I don't know how long it has been, Xue Qi observed that the dew continued to fall, but the depth of the pool did not rise at all, so he knew that there was still a mystery under the pool.

I didn't think about it, so I went down, and sure enough, I saw a clear light under the pool.

In the water, Xue Qi was able to gather his strength and push away a few boulders, and the pool of water really splashed towards the cave.

And Xue Qi also drilled into the hole at the bottom of the pool that only allowed one person to pass through.

When the water came out, Xue Qi's body was already wrapped in a silk book made of calfskin, and the words on the cowhide could be read quietly under the sun.

It was actually a book of strange tricks and tricks that recorded the three hundred years of the Great Wilderness.

There were three forbidden techniques in it, which tempted Xue Qi's gaze the most.

"Heaven and earth Xuanhua, breaking blood into killing" was just written on the kraft silk book.

Although it was not detailed, let alone cracked, it also made Xue Qi feel a new martial arts.

Now, wouldn't Xue Qi see it alive!

As for Meng Qingyi, he has already experienced it.

More than 10 years ago, I did not live in prison, and more than 10 years ago, I often traveled all over the world.

Meng Qingyi is not like his father Meng Sinian, who has an endless yearning for power, and Meng Qingyi does not listen to his parents more than Meng Jinchao.

So Meng Qingyi had a good time, and on the rivers and lakes, he got to know many people.

Even the sword god Di Qiu, for a period of time, drank sorghum with Meng Qingyi.

At that time, Meng Qingyi's reputation was not very big, and there were no five knives in the rivers and lakes.

At that time, Di Qiu's reputation was already in full swing, and the number of people who came to fight fiercely never decreased.

Di Qiu lived up to the name of the sword god, stabbed out with a sword, thirteen changes, and changed to the seventh time, and the opponent was often unable to catch it.

But once, there was a danger.

It was an inconspicuous swordsman, neither called the Cloud Piercing Sword nor the Thunder Sword.

Meng Qingyi was also excited, leaning on the stone pillar of the pavilion, carrying a gourd and drinking, only occasionally glancing at the side of the sword.

Sure enough, there was no difference, and sure enough, that swordsman was also suppressed by Di Qiu and couldn't move.

Or even worse.

Not even the fourth change in Di Qiu's sword was caught.

Qingli's sword tore through the swordsman's neckline at once, and a few smears of blood flowed slightly from his face, shoulders, hands, and legs.

In the battle in the realm of swordsmanship, Di Qiu has always rarely made a dead hand.

Thinking that his opponent had lost, he turned around and left.

Suddenly, Di Qiu's footsteps froze, and he felt a sudden gust of evil wind blowing behind him.

Meng Qingyi also noticed the difference in the atmosphere, and she didn't know if she had drunk too much wine, and she didn't know if she was drunk, as if the whole sky had been dyed a dull blood red.

Then the sword of the swordsman came from the sky.

Di Qiu turned around and made a move.

There are thirteen variations in one sword.

Di Qiu exhausted the changes, and he couldn't intercept the opponent's sword.

The vast sky has returned to gray-white desolation.

Meng Qingyi stood up in shock and refused to sit down lazily.

Outside the pavilion, on both sides of the sword competition, Di Qiu stood, and the opponent had already pounced on the ground.