At the bottom of the Tibetan Sword Mountain.

An old man with withered white hair would look at his face with deep sunken eyes, his skin as if he were withered, his lips bloodless, and if his fingers were not trembling, he would be no different from a dead man.

But he lived a long time.

Before the Spring and Autumn Period, most of those great cultivators came all the way after the destruction of Great Chu.

Wei Qi is the youngest among these people, and he can be regarded as a rising star among these great cultivators.

He and Wei Qi are old acquaintances.

If it is really calculated in terms of realm, his realm is not high, but he has just broken through the nine grades and has been "dead" at the foot of the Tibetan Sword Mountain for many years.

But in his body, there is a sword bone.

He is a sword cultivator, and he is also a sword immortal.

Even if the flesh and blood have withered, the sword bone is still alive, as if it has not been eroded by the years in the slightest, and retains its most prosperous state.

If the old man is over 100 years old, the sword bone looks like he is twenty years old.

People are old, and their bones are new.

The old man's eyelids shrugged slightly, thoughtfully.

Wei Qi's voice came from the top of the mountain.

"Zhao Chunfeng. ”

The chess master's voice was calm and tepid: "You can continue to pretend to be dead, pretend that you can't see that bone, and let that sword bone kid die under the catastrophe." ”

Zhao Chunfeng turned a deaf ear, and still maintained the posture of watching his nose and nose.

Wei Qi smiled in a low voice: "The Seventy-Nine Heavenly Tribulation has almost caught up with the movement of the person who broke through the realm back then. Such an embryo will be a one-person robbery character in the future. The wrong things that your master did back then, you can't pay off the debt, and someone else has to pay it back, isn't that reasonable?"

Zhao Chunfeng raised his head.

The chains in the quiet room flowed loudly, but they couldn't restrain the old man's movement of raising his arm, he just stretched out his hand slightly, and the snow-white sword bone swept into his palm, and the next moment he grabbed it.

The old man looked at this sword bone blankly.

This bone.

The sword aura is rugged.

His lips twitched slightly.

On the old and exhausted face, there was no sound, and two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed.

......

......

On the top of the mountain, Miss Shen Mo slowly closed her eyes.

She frowned and said with some uncertainty: "That senior...... Seems to be holding the sword bone?"

Wei Qi lowered his eyebrows, grinned, shook his head and scolded with a smile: "It is said that the scourge will last for thousands of years, and it is true." ”

Shen Mo pursed his lips slightly.

She opened her eyes and saw the gaze that the Chess Master had cast at her.

She knew that it was time for her to say a few words to the "Sword Immortal" senior at the bottom of the mountain for Changge.

She opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

I really don't know what to say.

You shouldn't open your mouth lightly.

So Shen Mo froze in place, his mind was blank, and the more he thought about it, the more empty it became.

She raised her head and saw the thunder in the distance, scarlet, and saw that her husband had been led to a height of floating dozens of feet above the ground.

The little bat demon of the eight-foot mountain burst into tears.

"Seniors, please ......"

"Save his life!"

......

......

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

When was this?

How long did you sleep on your own?

Zhao Chunfeng opened his eyes and saw the white hair floating in front of his eyes, and the light ignited by the sword qi floating in the lampshade, and the entire cave was dim and invisible.

Except for the yin-yang stone wall, there is nothing else.

After Zhao Chunfeng woke up, in the quiet room, it was no longer as silent as before, and the sound of chains was like a tide, rising and falling.

He heard Wei Qi's voice.

His consciousness was a little wandering.

Originally......

He's not dead yet.

He thought that if no one bothered him, he would never have to open his eyes again.

The "yin" side carved on the stone wall, since the day it was broken and could not be repaired, Zhao Chunfeng no longer had the meaning of living in this world.

The "thing" in Zhao Chunfeng's body was writhing restlessly.

The old man squinted, and his consciousness gradually cleared.

I don't know what year or month, I don't know where and whom.

Simple-minded.

I can't remember.

Until he grabbed the sword bone, he heard a shout from the demon woman above his head.

A sharp warning.

"Senior ......"

"Save him!"

Save...... He?

Who is he?

Zhao Chunfeng's eyes had the first glimmer of brilliance.

In his eyes, wisps of void silk threads swept by, raised his head, looked at the Yin Yang stone wall, looked directly through the mountain wall, and swept over the Tibetan Sword Mountain in a moment, and came to the outside of the wasteland.

He saw the sick man floating in the air.

Dressed in blood, he lost his sword bones and scattered his cultivation.

His face was expressionless, staring at the condensed blood-red clouds in the sky above the wasteland.

Lips twitched.

It seems to be counting something, reading something.

19......

29......

After seven strokes, the old man actually smiled for the first time.

Seventy-nine heavenly tribulations.

How many years have it been since someone was finally able to make the characters above angrily denounce the Heavenly Tribulation, and a total of sixty-three Tribulation Thunderbolts fell?

Still a sword cultivator.

The old man's smile froze suddenly.

It occurred to him that something very important had occurred.

His gaze was no longer on the sword bone descendant who had floated into the air, but instead weaved back and forth among the crowd below.

and then to the most conspicuous white-clothed sword immortal in the crowd, his cultivation is extremely strong, his sword intent is extremely strong, and he always refuses to unsheath a sword.

That person's cultivation is already very strong, even stronger than the sick sword embryo of the Tribulation, but he is not the "person" he is looking for.

Zhao Chunfeng's face was a little anxious, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Xiguan, Qiliang, Northern Wei, all pass by, all are not.

Until Zhao Chunfeng saw the fiery red gauze cloth, covering the white shoulders of the Western Demon.

This familiar figure made his eyes stunned at first, and obviously he was overjoyed, and then moved forward, and sure enough, not far away, he saw the figure he wanted to see.

It was next to the white-clothed sword fairy who was ignored by himself.

That one...... Young man in black lotus robe.

The general trend has not yet come to pass, but the courage has begun to take shape.

On Zhao Chunfeng's withered cheeks, two lines of turbid tears slowly fell.

He waited so long.

Forget it for so long.

I'd rather lock myself up at the bottom of the mountain, I'd rather commit suicide at the bottom of the mountain, I'd rather bury myself under the mountain.

I don't want to go out and go to the Central Plains, where Great Chu has been shattered.

Why is this mountain called Tibetan Sword Mountain?

It's just because that man loves to hide swords.

Zhao Chunfeng never thought that in his lifetime, he would be able to admire that person's demeanor again.

He had that bone in his body.

He still had boiling blood overflowing in his body.

Full of blood, turned into tears.

Zhao Chunfeng raised his head and shouted two words generously.

The entire Tibetan Sword Mountain began to shake.

......

......

Shen Mo's pupils shrank.

She sensed the hidden sword mountain at her feet, and the calm only lasted for a moment.

At this moment, the sky shook suddenly.

In the territory of the South China Sea, in the Fengjian Pond of the Seventeen Immortal Mountains, the ancient sword of the sword mound hidden in it could no longer be suppressed.

The sword qi poured out like a flood, full of water, poured into the middle of the sky, or cool as water, or blazing like fire, all kinds of visions, accompanied by the sword tide, rose out from the seventeen mountains.

The Nanhai Chess Saint laughed and raised his arms and sleeves, stopping his disciple's desire to recall the ancient sword.

......

......

There is a person in Da Chu, who carries the tripod and sings, and sets foot on the nine days.

The old ancestor of the Mu family was just a young swordsmith back then, accompanying that person and serving on the right side.

There is another young man surnamed Zhao, who was fortunate to serve the sword for that person, served him on his left side, and climbed the sky together, and witnessed the person planting the fluttering Chu character king flag.

At this moment, the sword rain is overwhelming.

The sword qi that crashed into the Tibetan Sword Mountain suddenly reversed, and there was a withered old man, whose qi and blood broke through the holes, broke the shackles of his hands and feet, his face was full of tears, he laughed and leaned forward, crashed through the stone wall of the Tibetan Sword Mountain Cave, his clothes were flying, and he stepped on the sword tide.

He clutched a snow-white sword bone in his left hand, and with his right hand, he pulled out another blood-drenched bone from his chest.

Ignoring the heart-rending pain, he is full of spirit, his eyebrows and eyes are flying, just like a teenager!

The high-pitched voice that had been gathering momentum for a long time came out of his mouth, like Huang Zhong Dalu hitting the top of a high mountain, for a long time.

That sound—

"King!"

(There is a change around 12 o'clock)