Ximen Piaoxue's face was cold, his sword went to extremes, and the cold snowflakes fluttered and fell, moving forward one after another, leaving no way for himself to retreat. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ye Qingguan's mind was in harmony with the ancient sword, although he had not practiced the swordsmanship of Shushan, but he was still like an arm, and the sword soul of the ancient sword was revived, making a terrifying roar of savagery, and the sword aura was like a rainbow.

An Lanxuan raised his other hand, and the power of the flying immortal at his fingertips was revealed, turning into an invisible sword qi, shooting directly at Ye Qingguan's face, Ye Qingguan was not alarmed, the spirit rhino sword finger was cast, and the sword qi overflowed from the fingertips, colliding with the flying immortal sword, and both of them were annihilated in the void.

"King's Landing!" Ye Qingguan pinched the seal in his hand, and pointed like a sword, carving a huge word "Jun" in the void, the atmosphere was majestic, as if there was really a king in the world, majestic as a torch, one stroke after another turned into sword qi all over the sky, and the snow fell towards An Lanxuan and Ximen.

"Dikun!" "Tianqian!"

He carved the words "heaven" and "earth" in the void, and the heaven and earth merged, like a piece of heaven and earth pressed down, and he wanted to crush the two of them.

What Ye Qingguan performed at this time was the Confucian Tianlun swordsmanship, the master of heaven and earth, and a year of cultivation, which had already made him understand it in his heart and get its essence.

An Lanxuan's eyes were strange, he had fought a few times before, but he had never seen Ye Qingguan perform such a sword technique, and the words were engraved in the void, as if he was following his words, it seemed that he was indeed angry.

Ximen Piaoxue was even more surprised, Ye Qingguan's appearance looked younger than her, but he already had such a sword attainment, such a talent was even better than her, and he didn't know how he cultivated?

The snow sword of the West Gate danced into the wind, the white clothes fluttered, the face was cold, and the sky was full of snow-white sword light, sharp as a knife, fast as lightning.

An Lanxuan pulled a sword flower, pinched the sword seal in his hand, and the stars on the seven-star sword bloomed, wisps of silk, one after another, weaving into a big net, crushing the falling sword qi.

Ye Qingguan had already held the ancient sword at this time, erected the sword in front of his chest, and with a soft shout, the Nine Dragons Sword Technique was unleashed, and one after another the sword qi was vigorous, thick as a dragon, like a long rainbow through the sun, and the terrifying roar was terrifying.

Here the sand and rocks are flying, the sword qi is in the sky, the ground is cracked and ravines, and the rocks on the lonely peak are constantly rolling down, and the ruins are broken, and it is a mess.

Unlike in the past, a full one hundred and eight sword qi appeared here, ninety-nine to one, and a murderous aura that changed the color of heaven and earth erupted here, even more terrifying than An Lanxuan's Seven Killing Technique, which made people creepy and their scalps exploded.

"Reverse scales!" A sword light condensed with an incomparable murderous aura appeared, the heavens and the earth seemed to be torn apart, An Lanxuan's expression was solemn, holding the ancient sword in his hand, the second and third lesson stars on the sword body lit up one after another, and an equally terrifying murderous aura erupted, and countless starlights condensed, turning into a sword qi several zhang long, and flew towards Ye Qingguan's killing sword.

Ximen Piaoxue pinched the sword trick in his hand, his expression was solemn, the tip of the sword revealed a sword several feet long, and with a soft shout "A sword cold light, flying immortals outside the sky", a snow-white sword light penetrated the heaven and earth, such as flying immortals Ling Dance, sharp and incomparable, turned into a horse and fell.

Rumble!

There seems to be a big explosion here, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the brilliance is shining, the ground is cut open one after another thick cracks, the lonely peak leaves sword marks up to several zhang long, thousands of pounds of boulders have been pierced, after the smoke and dust dissipate, there is only a mess left here.

The disciples of the Ximen family looked at this scene with shocked faces, if they hadn't hid far away, they were afraid that they would have suffered an unjustified disaster a long time ago, and the sword cultivation of these three people was really perverted, and most of the square was destroyed.

Ye Qingguan touched the bamboo basket behind him, and it was affected by Fang Cai's sword qi, and it seemed to be broken a little.

He stared at An Lanxuan tightly, and after a long time, he put away the ancient sword, wiped a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked out of the valley without saying a word, arrogant and upright.

Ximen Piaoxue took a step forward, wanting to stop Ye Qingguan, but An Lanxuan stretched out his hand to stop her, looking at Ye Qingguan's distant back, his eyes were a little dazed.

Twenty years ago, on that lonely city, there was also such a back, arrogant and stubborn, one man and one sword, fighting day and night, shedding the last drop of blood, but never fell, so far, on the wall of the lonely city, there is still a sword, like the man's straight backbone, supporting a piece of heaven and earth.

That's a legend, the sword gate is closed, the hero does not fall, no one can pull out the sword for twenty years, as long as the sword is still in one day, the cavalry of the thirteen countries of the Western Regions will not dare to step into the border of Dahua!

"A lonely city...... Men surnamed Ye, are they all like this?" An Lanxuan sighed lightly, put away the seven-star sword, and stepped on the void volley.

Walking on the road, Ye Qingguan's mood was not quiet, the three words Ye Gucheng had too much impact on him, he had heard a lot of stories related to him from the thirteenth uncle, each of which was imprinted in his heart and difficult to dissipate.

It was his father, whom he had never met, and it is said that he died in battle at Jianmen Pass before he was thirty years old, and his sword is still on the wall of that city pass, and for twenty years, no one has been able to pull it out, which has become a legend.

For this person, he felt strange and familiar, and when he thought about it, his heart would be warm, so he really wanted to go to Jianmen Pass to have a look, listen to his story, and see the sword he left behind.

When he thinks of his father, he thinks of his mother, he doesn't know why he was abandoned in Beiyuan when he was born, but Uncle Thirteen said that his father and mother are very good people and have always loved him.

With doubts and expectations, he wanted to go and see, go down this road, follow his mother's footsteps, visit his father's story, and know the grievances and grievances.

Suddenly, he stopped, and black figures leaped out from the trees and grass around him, enveloping him.

Rustle.

Footsteps sounded, the crowd separated, and Ye Qingguan saw an acquaintance walking over, his eyes were as sharp as knives, staring at him deadly: "Meet again!"

Ye Qingguan looked at him expressionlessly, he didn't expect to meet Nangong Yu here.

"Although your appearance is different, I will never admit that sword, the sword soul, it really fell into your hands!" Nangong Yu's voice was low, suppressing his hatred and killing intent.

Ye Qingguan suddenly felt in his heart, it seemed that when he was fighting with An Lanxuan and Ximen Piaoxue in the valley, the people from the Nangong family and the Beiying family were also staring, and they recognized themselves because of the ancient sword.

"Get out of the way. Ye Qingguan was upset at this time, and he didn't want to entangle with Nangong Yu too much.

Nangong Yu stared at him deadly: "Kill my fifth brother and the old man, I will definitely let your blood splash here today!"

Ye Qingguan's eyes also became cold, like lightning: "Don't force me to kill!"

"Hahaha!" Nangong Yu looked up to the sky and laughed, and then gave an order: "Kill him!"

Everyone moved at the same time, the sword light and sword shadow flew, slashing down towards Ye Qingguan, Ye Qingguan's eyes became extremely terrifying, and the suppressed murderous aura erupted like a volcano, he needed to vent, he needed to vent to his heart's content.

Roar! The terrible dragon roar sounded here, ten thousand trees trembled, the leaves fell, the birds were startled, and the beasts ran away, Ye Qingguan held the ancient sword in his hand, and vigorously stirred it up, but he spit out a terrible sword light, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, sweeping away in all directions.