Seeing Wei Yiyan's sinister smile, Yu Qingshan's body shook more and more violently. He wanted to swing the sword again, but the sword just now had exhausted most of his spiritual power. Since entering the demon gate, he had to go to every battle. The sword in the sheath had been washed by demon blood over and over again. He did not set up defenses on the human cultivators, but he was about to die in the hands of the human cultivators.

Bang!

The formation dispersed, and the strange city of urns disappeared.

The original elders and disciples of Qingyun Sect were only a dozen people left, and the practitioners of the Haoqi Alliance and the elite demon-slaying witches from the Xuanlong Dynasty gathered towards Yu Qingshan.

The angry Ban Chao shouted: "Qingyun Sect betrays the human race, and kills him without any hesitation!"

Puff!

After saying that, Ban Chao's sword instantly killed two elders from Qingyun Sect.

"Sect Master!"

The people from Qingyun Sect looked at Yu Qingshan one after another.

Facing a hundred people and a thousand people surrounded.

Yu Qingshan slowly turned his face, as if he had grown old countless years in this moment, just like Xiao Rang, the former senior brother of the sect, with white hair and stars.

Deep in his eyes, from the beginning to the anger, despair to calm.

He could no longer raise the sword, but an inexplicable force raised his sword high, and a wisp of wind blew across his old face, and his hair was raised lightly.

He looked at Wei Yiyan, Ban Chao, and said hoarsely: "Actually, I have always known that the mountain pressing towards Qingyun Sect should have fallen twenty years ago. However, at that time, Junior Brother Gu supported him with his body, and your unscrupulousness was nothing more than thinking that I, Yu, was not good at sword."

“Well.”

"Even if Yu's sword is not as bright as the stars that night that year, I also have my own swordsmanship."

The sword in Yu Qingshan's hand swung slightly, and a road appeared strangely, sending the remaining disciples and elders of Qingyun Sect to the distance of Fengxue.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Qingshan put the sword in front of him.

The sword body whine.

It seems as if I feel the master's determination and sadness!

The intent of the sword enveloped nearly a hundred people outside the tent.

Yu Qingshan's figure was as straight as pine.

The sword in his hand emits a clanging sound.

"Form a formation!"

Ban Chao shouted loudly.

Wei Yiyan's eyelids twitched: "One-word Sword Technique!"

Wei Yiyan wanted to escape, but found that the surrounding sword intent had blocked his actions at some point.

"Yu Qingshan, you dare!"

Wei Yiyan raised his head.

Yu Qingshan no longer had the wind, and with the sword light that soared into the sky, the last glory of life was blooming.

In the sky, a beam of light gathers from discrete to present a vertical word "一".

This is Yu Qingshan's swordsmanship.

One-word sword technique.

He is unyielding.

From one, from one to the end!

The ultimate swordsmanship he pursued throughout his life did not reach the end, and was ultimately under the sky.

Nor did he use such a dignified sword to destroy the invading demon clan.

Instead, under the pressure of the same clan, he sang the last sound with his sword.

The dazzling sword light covered everyone present.

After the sword light was soaring, Yu Qingshan's body was like a floating dead leaf, not knowing where to float.

"Senior Brother Xiao."

"Junior Brother Gu."

Yu Qingshan's eyes were silent, looking up at the dark sky.

It seems like a while.

He seemed to see the senior brothers and brothers who entered the mountain together that year fantasized about leaving the Qingyun Sect to kill demons with their swords, and were full of energy.

But time passes by, and time flies life.

The Qingping Mountain that cannot be climbed also buried the passion and dreams of many people.

When the sword in his hand was disbanded little by little, the soldiers disintegrated.

Yu Qingshan's pupils gradually dilate.

That was the most precious sword in his life.

A nameless sword.

But in fact.

It has its own name: [Sweeping Demon]

Past scenes:

At that time, there were countless geniuses in Qingyun Sect, Lei Jiangheng, Xiao Zecheng, Meng Baitao, He Hongnian, and many others.

And he.

Yu Qingshan and Senior Brother Xiao Rang are just ordinary disciples with qualifications in Qingyun Sect.

He, Yu Qingshan, was unable to condense his original fetus for three years.

He was weak, but wanted to find a sword, a sword that could travel around the world with his sword.

In the following years, it went down the mountain in disgrace.

That day.

Junior Brother Gu Bai, who was in front of the Qingyun Step, put down the books in his hand for the first time and took the head of a monster from outside the mountain to exchange for this sword to give him.

[Senior Brother Yu, in life, you must not be surrounded by swords. This sword is given to you. I hope you and I will wipe out all the demons in the world one day, and then drink a glass of wine together, and there is nothing in the world to get drunk in the spring breeze.]

Swallowing demon.

Named from this.

The past follows the wind.

Now the sword is also passing by the wind.

Yu Qingshan raised his hand, his eyes filled with endless regrets.

He thought that if the sword does not come out of the sheath, one day the wishes of old friends can be realized.

It's over the end.

But he waved his sword to the world.

The sword's terrible sound.

Silent.

The light gradually fades away.

Yu Qingshan saw a young figure fleeing from the wind and snow.

The shadow of Xiao Shu is just like the energetic people they were once young.

"Junior Brother Gu."

Yu Qingshan used all the last light of his life to freeze his story on the face of an old friend who was not an old friend.

Silently.

Gu Yusheng has appeared in front of Yu Qingshan.

The young man who stood like a minion with a sword in the Qingyunmen martial arts field for the first time is now in the box of swords and just waiting to leave the box.

The boy bowed with his fists, his eyes still bright.

Yu Qingshan's mouth slightly raised and his eyes gradually closed.

Even though the old friend is far away.

Things in the world of old friends continue.

That boy.

Come on the snow.

A young man who cannot be kept.
To be continued...