With He Xicheng being taken away, this competition ended, and Qingzhou won a crushing victory, proving the power and terrifyingness of the inherited sword intent in the sword pool. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The sword pond is closed, you all leave, don't linger on the top of the mountain. ”

The Four Yuan Infant Elders spoke, the baptism of the Sword Pool was over, and the sword cultivators from all over the Imperial Sword Xuan dispersed one after another, and Lu Zizhan glanced at Qingzhou meaningfully before leaving.

"Sorry for fate, your nephew has a lot of potential, you have to teach him well in the future. ”

Xiuxue real people take Qingzhou, and wait for a long time to meet the real people, this trip to the family is anticlimactic, Qingzhou's biggest harvest is to get the baptism of the sword pool, swordsmanship to a higher level.

Qingzhou can see that the two Jindan real people, Xiyuan and Xiuxue, have a long-lasting affection for each other, and it has not disappeared for a long time, but it is a pity that the creation of people cannot form a Taoist couple, so they pin their hopes on the next generation.

Cha Erjiao is undoubtedly Xiuxue's most valued disciple, but her heart is too high, and she can't look down on the ordinary Qingzhou, and the marriage set by the elders ended without a problem.

"Qingzhou, don't be sad!"

On the way back, Xiyuan Zhenren didn't speak for a long time, but he suddenly said this sentence, which made Qingzhou a little puzzled.

It turned out that although Xiyuan Zhenren didn't say much, he could see that Cha'er was arrogant and arrogant, and he didn't look down on Qingzhou, and Qingzhou refused, because his self-esteem was hurt, and he felt guilty as an elder.

"It doesn't matter, uncle. "Qingzhou told the truth, in his eyes, Cha'er Jiao was just a relatively beautiful girl, and she didn't feel anything if she was rejected.

The two of them left the Imperial Sword Pavilion and immediately returned to Antarctica.

Suddenly, a sword light rushed in, and it actually flew from the direction of the Imperial Sword Xuan.

Xiyuan Zhenren put Qingzhou Hu behind him, because he saw that this sword light was not trivial, and it turned out to be Jindan Zhenren Imperial Sword Flying.

"You, junior, are you the Qingzhou who injured my nephew?"

The sword light dissipated, and a long-bearded monk stopped in front of the two of them, carrying the long sword on his back, his chin and long beard hanging down to his chest, and his eyes were bright.

"Su Baizi, the two juniors compete fairly, and the victory or defeat depends on strength, what are you doing here now?"

Xiyuan Zhenren shouted in a deep voice, the long-bearded sword cultivator in front of him is a well-known unreasonable and short-sighted protector in the Imperial Sword Xuan, and Qingzhou injured his master and nephew, and he must have come to take revenge.

"Hmph, the sword fight, it turned out to be life and death, but your nephew and nephew beat Xicheng to a serious injury, and now he is crazy, as the saying goes, killing people is not enough, he humiliated Xicheng so much, I came to ask for a talk. ”

Su Baizi Zhenzhen has words, what he said is all crooked, it is nothing more than Qingzhou injured He Xicheng, and he must remain responsible.

Before the move, everyone made it clear that the fair competition, even if he was seriously injured and killed, he could not be held accountable to the opponent, and now Su Baizi, as an elder, came to hold him accountable afterwards, which seemed very unreasonable.

"Su Baizi, you have sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I don't mess around with you, Qingzhou is my nephew, if you want to embarrass him, pass me first. ”

Xiyuan Zhenren's face was angry, his eyes shot a cold light, his arms were slightly open, and a scorching sun-like sword light appeared on his body, and the whole person was like a flying sword about to be unsheathed.

Su Baizi took half a step back, Xi Yuan Zhenren is famous among Jindan Zhenren, more ferocious and invincible than most of the sword cultivators of Yu Jian Xuan, in recent years, he has cultivated his self-cultivation, and he has not had much success, but Xu Baizi, who witnessed the scene of killing the enemy in person, did not dare to despise him.

"Sorry for fate, if you follow Tiangui Yimai to East Antarctica, you should know what your identity is now, this is still my Imperial Sword Xuan's territory, you don't want to do anything out of the ordinary. Su Baizi said.

"Su Baizi, if you want to embarrass my nephew, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you can't escape my flying sword. The real person shouted sharply.

Su Baizi smiled, a hint of a sinister smile rose in his heart, his eyes rolled, his palm flipped, and a cyan flying sword rose.

"Sorry for fate, since you have spoken, I can't help but give face, I only have one sword, as long as Qingzhou can block it, the matter of him injuring Xicheng will be written off. ”

Xiyuan looked at Qingzhou, even if Xu Baizi is no longer a weapon, he is still a Jindan real person, and it is a sword cultivation with huge lethality, even if it is a casual sword, it is not something that Qingzhou can easily resist.

"Uncle Shi, the disciple wants to give it a try. Qingzhou said.

From Qingzhou's eyes, I saw the unyielding fighting spirit, which was exactly the same as when I was young, and such a junior was the hope of returning to the same line.

"Okay, you go ahead, be careful yourself. ”

Xiyuan looked at Qingzhou's back, and decided in his heart that if Qingzhou encountered danger later, even if he abandoned this face, he had to save Qingzhou.

Aozhou faced Su Baizi and felt a feeling of suffocation, this is the feeling brought by Jindan Sword Cultivation.

Compared with other monks, the mana in the body of the sword cultivator is more sharp and condensed, if it is said that the mana of other foundation building monks is river water, then the mana of the foundation building sword cultivation is a fine needle.

And when it comes to the Jindan realm, sword cultivators need to cultivate the mana called sword yuan in the body, and every trace of sword yuan is like a sharp weapon, hurting people and seeing blood, and killing the enemy invisibly.

The sword yuan in Su Baizi's body was not triggered, and it brought great pressure to Qingzhou before he could do it, except for the gap in a large realm, the huge lethality of sword cultivation was also the reason.

"Junior, I only have one sword, if you can hold it, everything will be fine, if you can't hold it, even if your life is not good. ”

Su Baizi's flying sword was half a human tall, and the whole body was iron-green, and he held it in his hand, and the light gathered on the sword body continued to flow, looking like a green dragon constantly jumping.

This flying sword is at the level of a magic weapon, and its power far exceeds that of a spiritual weapon, although Qingzhou also has a magic weapon on his body, he can't use it, because only Jindan mana can exert the maximum power of the magic weapon.

Su Bai Ziyun lightly swung out a sword, and a ten-meter-long azure sword light flew out, forming a huge arc, and the edge of the sword light was slightly purple.

This sword qi is decent, and the Jindan sword cultivator like Su Baizi is not a killing move with the intention of killing, nor is it a deliberate release of water.

The air in front of Qing Zhou was trembling, and a long sword qi rushed to his face, and in Qing Zhou's eyes, it seemed that the whole heaven and earth were pressed down, and the infinite power was mighty.

The power contained in this sword qi was enough to kill Qing Zhou ten times.

The sword tire in Qingzhou's body shook, and the two characters in the void turned into a streamer and rushed out of the body, turning into two flying swords in his hands.

The first void sword, everywhere it passed, everything that really existed turned into nothingness, and the world turned into ruins.

The second empty sword, the space of existence dissolves into a vacuum, the five colors are misshapen, the five tones dissipate, the mind pauses, and time freezes.

The two swords of the void separated, hitting both ends of the giant long sword qi respectively, and the sword qi vibrated violently, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the sword qi was shortened from ten meters to five meters, three meters, and the last meter, the two flying swords suddenly disappeared. (To be continued.) )