Qingzhou leaned his forehead on the ground and refused to get up, at this moment he was not Qingzhou, but the ninja swordsman of the year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Master, why did you kill our senior brother in the first place?"

"Master, you should have ascended to the Immortal Realm, why did you sit here?"

"Master, the apprentice has been away for too long, and now he is finally home!"

Countless memories converged, and a virtual ninja swordsman soul was briefly constructed in Qingzhou's body, and he kept pouring out to the body of Sharpening Sword Tianzun, but these words could only be held in his heart, and Qingzhou did not dare to say it, for fear of causing an uproar.

Ilha looked up, her eyes full of tears.

At this moment, the back of the Sharpening Sword Heavenly Venerable suddenly moved, and after a sigh of ancient vicissitudes, a faint word came out.

"Shinobu is back!"

Hearing this, Yue Qianjun and the others were scattered, thinking that this kendo hero was just pretending to be dead, and now his whereabouts were exposed, and he wanted to kill them.

Qingzhou stopped in his ears, knowing that the title of ninja was the affectionate name of the sword grinding Tianzun for the little disciple ninja swordsman, obviously the sword grinding Tianzun expected in advance that the ninja swordsman would return to the floating island,

"If Shinobi comes back, you can come forward and kill my corpse to avenge your innocent death of nine senior brothers. If it were anyone else, who dared to harm my corpse with a finger, he would surely die. ”

Hearing these dignified words, Yue Qianjun and the others shivered at the same time, thinking back to Peng Chongjia's tragic situation just now, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Ninja, Master's big mistake has been made, and there is no way to change it. ”

"Sharpening Sword Tianzun has killed countless people with one blow, but the nine disciples who were cut off in my hands are my sins that are difficult to wash away. ”

"I kill my disciples, I will pass on my own inheritance, there is no successor to the floating island, I can only put my hope on you, if you return, you can inherit my sword path and inherit the line of the floating island. ”

When Qingzhou heard this, he understood that the Sword Grinding Tianzun woke up in his later years, and he had gone out many times to find the whereabouts of the ninja swordsman, but unfortunately he could not reach the battlefield outside the sky, and finally the pair of masters and apprentices died in remorse.

"I see, Grinding Sword Tianzun killed his disciples, and only one ninja swordsman lived, and he left a message before he died, wanting to pass on the way of the sword to the ninja swordsman. ”

Yue Qianjun was ecstatic, and he thought that he had discovered a big secret today.

Sharpening Sword Tianzun is an unprecedented sword cultivator, who occupies the avenue of swords, and his attack power is unsurpassed, if he can inherit his avenue of swords, he will definitely become the first person in the world of cultivating immortals.

"It's a pity that the ninja swordsman has been missing for a long time, eighty percent of them are dead, and the floating island has been empty for many years, and there is obviously no successor. Zibuk said.

Being attacked by the Holy Spirit Walnut just now, Qi Buke seemed to be a different person, his eyes were clear, his expression was steady, and he was no longer crazy and crazy.

Qingzhou looked at Qi Buke, and then at Yue Qianjun, the two of them had returned to normal, in addition to Qi Buke's temperament had changed greatly, Yue Qianjun's aura was also more stable, and there was no abnormality on the outside, but there were earth-shaking changes on the inside.

"Could it be that being attacked by the Holy Spirit Walnut can be a blessing in disguise?" Thinking of this, Qingzhou's heart was itching, and he couldn't wait to find a place to study this magic weapon immediately.

"Ninja, if you find here, use the introductory sword technique to attack Master's body, and all grievances will be known in it. ”

Hearing the words of the Grinding Sword Tianzun, Qing Zhou was stunned, the entry sword technique of the Floating Island was opened, it was the essence of the Sword Grinding Tianzun that gathered all the sword schools in the Great World of Cultivating Immortals, Rao was so, and it also had extremely strong attack power, but if it was to attack the remains of the Grinding Sword Tianzun, it was far from enough.

"Sharpening Sword Tianzun's last words, could it be that there is another deep meaning?"

Qing Zhou took a step back and began to practice the introductory sword technique, which claimed to be an entry level, but in fact it was a secret that was not passed down on the floating island, and was only taught to ten disciples, so outsiders didn't know about it at all.

"What is Qingzhou doing?" asked Yue Qianjun.

"Practice swords. Yang Hechen said.

At first, the three of them were afraid that Qing Zhou's attack would be inferior, triggering an attack by Sharpening Sword Tianzun, which would affect them, and when they saw that Qing Zhou's sword technique did not have a trace of mana, they knew that he was just practicing what moves.

Qingzhou used the introductory sword technique, but without a trace of lethality, not so much attacking the remains of the Grinding Sword Heavenly Venerable, but not using this unique way to remember the Grinding Sword Heavenly Venerable, the Ten Great Disciples, and the Floating Island.

The memory and emotions of the ninja swordsman dominated everything, allowing Qing Zhou to practice the introductory sword technique from beginning to end, during which he aimed at the sword grinding Tianzun several times, Qing Zhou's hands were trembling, revealing sadness and unbearability.

After the whole set of introductory sword tricks was practiced, Qingzhou stopped, feeling that the emotions belonging to the ninja swordsman were gradually dissipating, leaving only the purest memory.

Just now, the greatest regret of the ninja swordsman disappeared, and he was able to return to the floating island to see the master for the last time, and reward Shi En with the introductory sword technique, all his wishes were completed, and he was finally able to pass away with peace of mind.

All along, the memory of the ninja swordsman has been firmly entrenched, affecting Qingzhou all the time, from now on, the regret and reluctance in the memory are gone, leaving the purest knowledge and experience.

The last hand, Qing Zhou took a deep breath, and was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly, Grinding Sword Tianzun stood up.

"Ren'er, as I expected, you still recognize me as a master. I have set a ban on the mechanism, and the introductory sword technique is the key, but if you have a trace of murderous intent, you will not be able to open the door to inheritance. Now you're qualified. ”

After Grinding Sword Tianzun said this, his body suddenly turned into a cloud of jet-black light, and then a huge attraction came out, sucking Qingzhou into it.

"What's going on?"

Yue Qianjun and the three of them looked at each other, and after a long time, they were annoyed, and they reacted that Qingzhou had already obtained the biggest opportunity on the floating island.

Not long after, three more rays of light floated into the air, and Yue Qianjun felt the humming of calligraphy and painting in his arms, responding to the light in mid-air.

"Our chance has come. ”

Yue Qianjun and the three of them threw the calligraphy and painting in their arms into the air and submerged into the light group, and the next moment, the three of them were sucked into it by the light group.

After a whirlwind, Qingzhou straightened up, feeling heavy in his body, as if he had been seriously ill, and looked down, but he was surprised.

It turned out that Qingzhou was lying on a rough wooden bed, covered with a navy blue quilt, which turned out to be sick in bed.

"Seventeenth Senior Brother, you're awake, come and drink this bowl of chicken soup!" a mediocre-looking young man walked over with a steaming bowl.

A message flashed in Qingzhou's mind, this was his seventh senior brother Lin Qi, who was a well-known warm-hearted among the senior brothers.

Qingzhou took the chicken soup and drank it in one gulp, sweating, his mind suddenly cleared up a lot, and he recalled many things.

"Seventeenth Senior Brother, you lie down and rest first. ”

Ilha lay on the bed, the quilt on her chest, slowly thinking back to her current situation.

"Dream, or real?"

The current Qingzhou, named Yuwenmo, is a disciple of the largest martial arts hall in the capital, this world is extremely strange, and in the memory of Qingzhou, there is no immortal cultivator.