After studying in Shushan for several years, Xu Qingyun has seen a lot of swords in the Sword Pavilion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There is a 'Chixiao' ancient sword treasured in front of the Xuanyuan Terrace of the Sword Pavilion, the Jiuhua jade on the sword body, even the Tongxian wood scabbard can not hide its edge, it is the real sword of the emperor in the world. There is also the 'Spring and Autumn' ancient sword suppressed under the sword mound pond, which is a symbol of an era and the beginning of an era, which is a real sword of killing. The Spring and Autumn Wars all originated from this sword, and they were also buried in this sword, and only the water under the sword mound pond in the whole world could suppress the killing in the sword intent.

These two are the true heritage of the Shushan Sword Pavilion, but even if the Three Kingdoms attacked Shu at the beginning, no one in the entire Shushan Sword Pavilion could really control these two ancient swords. Until the destruction of the Shu Kingdom, the Shushan Sword Pavilion has been destroyed, and these two worldly famous swords, like the thousands of ancient swords in the Sword Pavilion, have completely disappeared under the iron hooves of the war of the Three Kingdoms.

No one can know where these ancient swords went.

But Xu Qingyun was sure that the hundreds of ancient swords in the Sword Pavilion had already been divided into the world, and none of them really belonged to the Three Kingdoms. Just like the sword in Luo You's hand in front of Xiaofoshan at the beginning, it was the 'Spring Silkworm' ancient sword suppressed by Sword Shrine Pond, and he also knew that the 'chaotic desire' ancient sword in the hands of Mr. Lu Bai of the Eastern Courtyard was all from the Shushan Sword Pavilion.

"Although I have watched swords in Shushan for several years, I have also seen too many extraordinary ancient swords, but if I really want to say that the most suitable for me now, I am afraid that the only one in my hand is this mahogany sword. Xu Qingyun held the wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were unconcealably excited, and there seemed to be a kind of life in his heart, "I don't know what other people feel, I just feel that when I hold the sword for the first time, it is like I really own the whole world." ”

He still can't imagine that when he holds a sword in his hand, he can be so comfortable.

The sword is like an indispensable thing in one's life.

Although it was a wooden sword, it had the vitality of 800 years of peachwood, and he seemed to be able to feel the experience of this sword.

It's as if time has gone back in a long history.

He saw that in the Baicao Valley of Chenliu County, there was a peach tree growing in the rocks of the valley, because it was located in the soil and rocks, there was no sufficient water source, the peach tree did not grow very well, and it had begun to perish.

Until one day when the spring rain fell, the peach tree was to get a glimmer of life.

To realize the meaning of life lies in striving for it.

The peach tree began to take root in the earth, desperately absorbing water in the rocky soil, and constantly rejuvenating in the morning sun and spring rain.

The branches and leaves, which were originally a little yellow, finally began to slowly turn green.

Until hundreds of years later, this peach tree grew amazingly and overflowed with aura, becoming the real mother tree of the 300-mile peach forest in Baicao Valley. Not to mention that the peach has the effect of prolonging the life and replenishing the blood, just say that the branches of the peach tree can be forged into a sword.

What Xu Qingyun was holding in his hand was such a sword.

He seemed to be able to feel the artistic conception in this sword, and seemed to be able to feel the wind and rain experienced by the peach tree, and the belief in drawing water from the rocky soil. It seems that you can feel the spring rain that brought a hundred years of vitality to the peach tree.

"Life and death are also vitality," Xu Qingyun's heart shook, he held the peach wood sword in his hand, feeling the vitality of this wooden sword to him. But I thought of Nanyue Su Liuzhai's "Spring Willow Sword", which is also based on the vitality of the spring March and the beginning of the snow, and integrates all the vitality of the recovery of all things into his own sword intent, which is the sword intent of life and death in the real sense of the world.

It is also Xia Xiaohe's sword intent of life and death!

The residual sword mark at the center of the eyebrows, the spiritual power tempered when experiencing the morning light, looked clear and eye-catching at this time.

It seems that the existence of this sword mark has also begun to become somewhat real, and in Xu Qingyun's mind, the black and white ink world faintly emerges.

There is a woman in white clothes like a picture, the sword in her hand is also like a swimming dragon, rising in the starlight at night, leisurely like a frightening Hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, although the sword qi is sharp and horizontal, but between the gestures, the vitality of the spring melting snow seems more and more mysterious and powerful.

"To be alive is to live,"

"In March, the winter snow melts, just like the vitality brought by the spring rain. ”

"The sword intent of life and death, I can not seek death first, but only the vitality. ”

This is the sword intent of life and death that Xia Xiaohe left for himself.

Xu Qingyun held the peachwood sword in his hand, feeling this suddenly realized sword intent, which was the sword intent of life and death in the sword intent of life and death.

It represents endless life and vitality.

The excitement in his heart was indescribable, until the sword momentum in his hand gradually rose, and the deep sword body of the mahogany sword was flowing with a faint vitality, as if it was like a black hole that was already hungry and thirsty, and suddenly it continued to devour the vitality of his dantian.

It's like a thread.

Suddenly, most of the three-meter-wide sea of spiritual power in the dantian was extracted.

The vitality flows from the meridian lines to the peach wood sword in Xu Qingyun's hand, the deep and secluded sword body, with the vitality of the eight-hundred-year-old peach blossom ancient wood, at the moment when the vitality is instilled in the sword body, the sword momentum has successfully started.

"This is Yangchun Baixue!" Li Nian always looked at Xu Qingyun, and saw him holding a peachwood sword with a sword protrusion, although it was a little unexpected, at this young age, he would be able to Su Liuzhai's "Spring Willow Sword", and he didn't care much. But until the sword momentum has been completed, the faint vitality that flows on the blade of the sword seems to have a kind of artistic conception of death.

He was a little incredulous, but then his face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Chen Pi, be careful with a sword." ”

Chen Pi kicked Qiu Zihan away, and when he turned around, he happened to see Xu Qingyun's sword momentum, in his eyes, a seven or eight-year-old child, he didn't care much, even if he gave you a real ancient sword, how strong could you be?

But just when he wanted to slash the sword with his bare hands, he suddenly found that the power of the sword in front of him was beyond his imagination.

"Spring and White Snow"

This is Nanyue Su Liuzhai's "Spring Willow Sword" swordsmanship, although it is ordinary, but at this time, it already has the sword intent of life and death.

It's the real finishing touch.

"Wait for death!"

This is Xu Qingyun's first sword, this is Xu Qingyun's first sword in his previous life, and this is also Xu Qingyun's first sword in this life.

This sword is Su Liuzhai's "Spring Willow Sword".

This sword is the 'spring and white snow' in "Spring Willow Sword".

This sword has completely withdrawn all the vitality in his body and instilled it in this vigorous mahogany sword.

The sword momentum is like a crescent moon in a winter night, cold and vibrant, enveloping the vast vitality in Xu Qingyun's dantian.

The blade of the sword slashed down directly.

Chen Pi not only didn't dodge, but wanted to break the sword with both hands like an idiot, although he had already repented at this time, it was too late.

The sword fell, Chen Pi's hands were cut off, the flesh and blood of the two arms were blurred, and the blood dripped down.

"It's impossible!"

His face was pale without the slightest hint of blood, and his eyes were full of shock. He couldn't imagine that a wooden sword could cut off his clumsy hands. He couldn't imagine that there was such a powerful sword intent in the world, which could break through the vitality of his clumsy realm. He couldn't imagine that he was in the clumsy realm, and he was defeated by a seven or eight-year-old child!

He couldn't accept it, but the reality was so unbelievable!