Changliu is one of the thirteen divine swords of Shushan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is the seventh generation elder of Shushan, left by Xun Zhong.

Legend has it that on the day when his soul returned to the sea of stars, he changed this sword to a long stay, and no one knows what it means, and no one knows what it will stay on.

But it is understandable that he is a divine soldier.

The power wrapped in this sword body, and the sword intent that came out, all told Su Changan about this.

Su Changan's brows furrowed, but not only because of the power contained in Wu Qi's attack, but also because he keenly felt that Wu Qi's sword intent was different from Fang Cai.

His sword intent was no longer as pure as it had been at the beginning, and there was something terrifying about it inside.

This is not a good thing.

Whether it is for Su Changan or Wu Qi, this is the case.

But he didn't have time to think about it, Wu Qi's sword was already in front of him.

Su Changan's heart sank, and the ten directions in his hand let out a clear sound, and he placed it across his chest.

Bite!

I only heard a crisp sound, and the tip of the Changliu Sword hit the sword body of the Shifang Sword.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Wu Qi's eyes were blood-stained, like a mad demon.

Su Changan's eyes were clear, and he looked at Wu Qi with cold eyes.

"You're in the dark. He sighed.

Immediately, the still time began to flow again, only to hear a muffled sound suddenly explode at the place where the two swords collided, and Su Changan's body retreated several feet at that time.

Fortunately, Hua Fei behind him caught it yesterday, and only then did he stabilize his figure. But the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a trace of blood spilled from there.

Wu Qi's body settled, and the blood in his eyes dissipated slightly, but it seemed that he was suppressing something, and the green tendons on the temples on both sides flared up.

"Why didn't you make a move?" he asked.

Although Su Chang'an's cultivation was not high, in the battle with those Shushan disciples just now, Wu Qi had already vaguely felt that his combat strength was definitely not like this, so he was quite puzzled.

"You're in the dark. Su Changan waved his hand, signaling that Hua Fei was okay yesterday, he raised his sword and walked up a few steps again, stood in front of Wu Qi, and said.

"Nonsense!" Wu Qi's heart inexplicably swelled up with irritability, his body moved, the long sword in his hand turned into a sword shadow, and a phantom of the river appeared, Su Changan faced this person with a sword, but it seemed to be facing the turbulent sky.

This move is called the Great River East, which is the ancestor of Wu Qi, the master of the wild goose returning to autumn, and the famous stunt of the twelfth generation elder Jiang Liuyan of Shushan. sighed in my heart, the name of Little Thirteen is really worthy of its name.

But only three of them frowned at this moment.

Zuo Yucheng frowned, his gaze wandered between Wu Qi and Su Changan, as if he was thinking about these things.

The old man of Shushan also frowned, he looked at Wu Qi with his eyes, and a worry welled up between his eyebrows.

Lu Ruyue also frowned, she looked at Su Chang'an, who was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, with a worried face, and when Wu Qi launched another offensive, the worry on her face turned into horror.

Almost subconsciously, she stepped forward and shouted loudly with tears and horror, "I am willing to !!"

As if afraid that her voice would be drowned in the sea of people, Lu Ruyue put her voice very loud this time, and naturally it came into the ears of everyone present very clearly.

The expressions on everyone's faces were stunned, and Su Changan, who was about to lift his sword, and Wu Qi, who was angry, were also stunned, and the movements in their hands suddenly stopped.

Su Changan looked at Lu Ruyue, his face full of surprise.

"What did you say?" Wu Qiyi turned his head to look at Lu Ruyue, the blood in his eyes receded at that time, his face was full of surprise, as if he was not sure whether what he heard was true, and couldn't help but confirm it again.

"I do, I want to marry you. Lu Ruyue hurriedly said, as if she was afraid that Wu Qi would make any more frightening moves.

When Wu Qi heard this, the smile on his face finally bloomed, but this smile froze in the next moment.

"As long as you let Su Gongzi go, I will promise you anything. Lu Ruyue continued, the worry and pleading on her face were naturally self-evident.

"......" The smile on Wu Qi's face froze, he glanced at Lu Ruyue blankly, and finally turned his head to look at Su Changan.

The sword in his hand was lifted up by him again, pointing at Su Chang'an.

"Will you marry me for him?" he asked, but the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up with a smile that made it impossible to distinguish between joy and sorrow.

"I do!" Lu Ruyue didn't notice Wu Qi's strangeness at this moment, her heart had always been on Su Changan's body.

"I do! I want anything!" she repeated again.

The blood that had just receded in Wu Qi's eyes was permeated again, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was completely blooming at this moment.

"Hahaha! You are willing to marry me for him! You are willing to do anything for him!" his expression became a little crazy.

And this kind of madness not only made everyone present realize that Wu Qi was a little abnormal at this moment, but also made Lu Ruyue realize what she said wrong.

"It's not like that. She was about to explain, but at that moment, Wu Qi's momentum became majestic again, and the smile on his face disintegrated, replaced by a chill that made people shudder.

"What are you doing with me?" he turned his head and asked sharply, "Aren't you willing to do anything for him?"

At the last few words, he bit down so hard that it was like he had been squeezed out of his throat.

The hairpin on his head fell off at some point, and his long black hair rose high because of the spiritual power that poured out of your body.

The corners of his mouth drew a coldness that no one else had ever seen, "You shouldn't have come here." He said to Su Changan, the Changliu sword in his hand rang out, and the anger that permeated his body became more and more intense.

Immediately, his figure moved, a spiritual pressure swayed, a phantom of the withered yellow land swayed, and the scene in the hall was covered, and a long sword shining with cold light was inserted into the land like a tombstone.

The sword is still there, and there are thousands of graves.

This is the holy land of Shu Mountain, and it is also the domain of Wu Qi - the sword mound!

"Leave the smoke, Lang Evil!" only heard Wu Qi shout softly, and there were two long swords in the sword mound that sounded, and then only a long roar was heard, and the two swords broke through the ground.

They hung on both sides of Wu Qi, flashing their edges, and faced Su Chang'an directly, and the murderous intent wrapped in them was intense, almost to the point of not dying.

Su Changan's face changed, and finally a touch of anger appeared on his face at this moment.

The reason why he only defended and didn't attack before was because he saw that Wu Qi was in the devil, and if the fight continued, the qi would be dragged down, and Wu Qi's cultivation path would have many disasters, so he tolerated it. But Wu Qi didn't know what to do, and he was aggressive.

But how could he be afraid?

I saw that his eyebrows sank, and an equally vast spiritual pressure swung open.

"Tianlan!"