The purple bamboo forest has a cool breeze blowing slightly, and the lilac bamboo leaves fall on the river surface, not following the waves as imagined, because the river surface has been completely frozen, floating with layers of crystal clear frost, through the light blue ice layer can even see the slow flow of the stream inside. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fu Lime walked back from the river in a silent manner with a white skirt on the ground, holding the Suwen Ancient Sword. Her eyes drooped slightly, her steps were steady and quiet, but with each step, the surface of the river that froze into frost gradually melted back to its original appearance at the moment she left.

The fallen leaves that were originally stagnant in the air have also fallen down, and the ants that were originally in a standstill state on the riverbank can also move, carrying the residue of dead insects on their backs, and moving to their nests with difficulty.

Nothing seems to have changed, but it seems to have changed a lot.

Wu Changfeng's eyes drooped, he looked at the broken blood hole of his dantian, a miserable white smile appeared at the corner of his lips, and the powerful vitality of the Secluded Realm supported the last strength, and said with some difficulty: "You are right, I am very stupid, I want to keep you by myself!"

"Foolish!"

Fu Qinglime didn't bother with him anymore, because Wu Changfeng was dead now, and there was no need for him to waste time with a dead man, not to mention that he really didn't have a chance to waste time now, he just wanted to leave here earlier.

"Can you tell me what kind of swordsmanship you have?" Wu Changfeng raised his head with difficulty, his gradually dimming eyes, looking at the back of Fu Qinglime walking on the glacier in the distance, cold and arrogant, like the cold moon in the sky this night, which made people tremble inexplicably, but he still didn't dare to ask: "I want to know what kind of swordsmanship this is before I die, I don't want to die without turning my eyes!"

"Trouble!"

Fu Qinglime was slightly stunned, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she involuntarily slowly stopped, holding the slender fingers of the Suwen Ancient Sword, trembling slightly inadvertently, but she still pursed her thin lips and said indifferently: "I am a murderous sword, you can die with peace of mind!"

Wu Changfeng was slightly stunned at first when he heard this, and then his eyes showed a look of relief, and when the river flowed again, the blood hole in his chest had already shed the last trace of blood on his body, and his whole person was completely out of breath, and he fell to the ground full of purple bamboo and fallen leaves.

'Poof'

The moment Wu Changfeng fell to the ground, Fu Qinglime couldn't help spurting blood anymore, at this time, it looked like her whole pretty face was that sickly pale, her mind was extremely tired, and she was always holding Su Wen's ancient sword's fingers, and her constant trembling appearance was really terrifying.

"You're not honest, believe it or not, I'll abolish you!" Fu Qinglime's face showed a fierce light, staring at the ancient sword in his hand, and the horror in his heart made him, who had always been bold, feel a little faintly afraid and terrifying.

No one can imagine her mood at this time, that is, no one can imagine that she can kill a character like Wu Changfeng in half a breath.

In fact, she herself felt a little incredible.

Killer sword momentum.

With the help of the Suwen Ancient Sword, he was able to comprehend it in an instant. If you want to know that when you first appreciated the lore sword momentum, it was only in the recent days, not only the five years of underground cultivation, but also the hard work of several years of cold and summer in the Shushan Sword Pavilion back then.

This kind of cultivation is just entering the hall, and it is still too far from the true integration of the entire sword momentum.

But just as Fu Qingling picked up the handful of Su Wen in his hand.

The whole sword momentum can be said to be instantaneous, and the mind is clear, Fu Qingling only feels that there is a kind of absurd feeling of enlightenment, the place that was jerky and difficult to understand before, when he held the ancient sword in his hand, he deeply realized what it was to use Wen Siru.

The most perfect lore sword momentum, as if time has frozen, as if touching the laws of some unknowable realm, that powerful realm beyond the mundane. Let Fu Qinglime have less than half a breath, but like a dragonfly, it passed directly through Wu Changfeng's chest and abdomen dantian hole.

The slender and elegant ancient sword was not stained with half a trace of blood, and it was as elegant as a fairy, but what it brought to Fu Qinglime was infinite pain, as if after that sword, she used the power that did not belong to her own realm, and now the physical strength of the whole person has been overdrawn, and the super load has made her whole person full of holes.

"Don't you believe I can ruin you?" Fu Qingling's real palpitations were not his own injuries, but the eagerness to fight of this ancient sword, just like a child who likes to learn very much, looking forward to every different move, and even tempting his mind constantly.

She forcibly bit the corner of her lip to make herself more sober, her eyes slightly lowered and looked at the uneasy ancient sword in her hand, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know what material you made it from, and I don't think I have the strength to cut you off, but if you dare to play these little tricks on me again, I will definitely take you to the abyss of the South China Sea, so that you will be immersed in cold darkness forever." ”

Su Wen Gu Jian trembled involuntarily, and a clear sword roar sounded, as if he could really understand Fu Qinglime's words, and became a lot more honest, without that strange and warlike feeling.

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances!" Fu Qinglime's slender fingertips flicked the blade of the sword, and smiled a little happily, but suddenly remembered Xu Qingyun, who was still in Yingdu at this time, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his heart sank slightly, and he seemed to slowly come back to his senses, and said suspiciously: "You asked me to leave Yingdu with this broken sword, you didn't want to let me escape, right?"

The person who knows Fu Qinglime best in the world is Xu Qingyun, because he knows her past, her habits, and her preferences and temper. Similarly, the world knows Xu Qingyun best, except for the sword master back then, I am afraid that only Fu Qingling himself.

"The more I think about it, the more likely it is. ”

"Xu Qingyun, you lied to me again!"

Fu Qingling's eyes were slightly red, she held the Suwen Ancient Sword in her hand, looked back at the Imperial City of Yingdu in the moonlight in the distance, her heart was full of endless anger and chagrin, and without the slightest hesitation, she directly turned into a half-white dragon state.

Stratus clouds rose suddenly, and the clouds were from the dragon, and their speed had increased to the extreme, and they swept towards the mighty Yingdu.

......

Yingdu, the quaint and elegant Xiaoxiang Palace.

Zhou Guifei, who was dressed in gorgeous palace clothes, sat at a long table full of delicacies, and was holding the meal for Princess Qing'er with a soft smile, but her eyes were always looking at the master of the long table, the tall and majestic figure, and said with a gentle smile: "Your Majesty, the concubine took Qing'er back to her hometown to worship her ancestors this time, and it can be regarded as a slight receipt, not only took that thing, but also successfully helped Qing'er Qiling in the ancestral land, which has laid a good foundation." (To be continued.) )