Qin Hao, who was baptized by the sword intent, seemed to have seen the scene of a hundred years ago when a generation of sword saint Li Qingshan used his supreme sword intent to reshape his body with his own supreme sword intent.

Compared with these sword intents that had hidden murderous intentions, the sword saint Li Qingshan was a life-threatening death at that time!

Qin Hao understood that this was a gift from the sword saint Li Qingshan to future generations.

The sword saint Li Qingshan not only left the sword tomb selflessly, but also left such opportunities in this vast desert.

When the sword intent dissipated, the sandbank seemed to have lost its value of existence and was slowly swallowed up by Huangshan.

"Qin Hao thanked Senior." Qin Hao bowed deeply to the disappeared killer.

However, the girl riding on the camel still ignored it. When Qin Hao endured this sword intent, he rode the camel and drove forward again, as if there was no end, but Qin Hao felt that there was something else in the distance calling him...

This opportunity may be more important to you than the golden throne of the Ninth Heaven.

Qin Hao shook his head, grinned again, and spoke to the girl on his own.

"You should be a descendant of the Sword Saint Li Qingshan, right? Why don't you tell me about the peerless beauty of the Sword Saint Li Qingshan back then?"

"Hehe, many people should have admired the Sword Saint Li Qingshan back then? Is there anything lingering?"

"Where was the last place where the sword saint Li Qingshan retired?"

Um!

Suddenly Qin Hao stopped and looked at the woman with some confusion.

At this time, a wisp of cold air was passed through the woman's expression. This wisp of cold air made Qin Hao feel as if he was facing a great enemy. Qin Hao even understood that if this woman wanted to kill him, unless he summoned Xiaolong, he would be afraid that he would not have the power to fight back at all.

The cold air in the woman's eyes slowly faded away and she said lightly: "He was killed by someone."

What!

Qin Hao widened his eyes. It was rumored in the world that the sword saint Li Qingshan defeated the world with his sword. After the world was invincible, he returned to the mountains and forests with his beloved wife and beautiful relatives, but the result was not like this?

The Shocking Dragon Sword trembled, and even Qin Hao felt its sadness and anger.

The woman continued to walk forward without saying anything.

This is another day.

Qin Hao has been entering this vast desert for half a month, and his body is not eroded by the wind and sand at all times. This is definitely a challenge to the body, but the benefits are also obvious. At this time, rays of white light have appeared on Qin Hao's skin surface. These white lights seem soft, but they are unbreakable. Qin Hao even suspected that even a mountain pressed towards him, he might not be in trouble.

All things in the world are practiced.

Suddenly the woman stopped again.

Qin Hao raised his head, and the shock in his heart became endless.

In front of Qin Hao was a palace constructed from boundless sword intent and sword energy, surrounded by yellow sand. Compared with the sandbank the day before yesterday, there was endless green and water here.

The Jinglong Sword became extremely happy, as if the child who could not find his home finally returned home, constantly hovering in the palace.

Even the woman's eyes became tender at this moment, as if she was remembering something. After a long time, she said lightly: "It's here."

arrive?

Qin Hao felt this palace constructed from the supreme sword intent and sword energy, and developed endless yearning. How powerful was the sword saint Li Qingshan that year to be able to be able to be able to be solid in the sword intent and not to be dispersed for a hundred years!

What Qin Hao can be sure of is that he must be above the refining of the gods!

That is also a state that I have to overcome.

"Get in." The woman has always been concise and concise.

"What?" Qin Hao suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"If you choose you as the main sword of Jinglong Sword, you are qualified to accept his inheritance, as long as you can survive... Before you, in the past hundred years, a total of six people had entered this inheritance land, but they were all strangled by the sword intent, without exception..."

The woman said it very plainly, but Qin Hao felt a little confused...

Nothing will last forever!

Is this the inheritance or the palace of death?

This is too dangerous. Just feeling the sword intent, Qin Hao was already shocked. If he entered this palace, wouldn’t he be seeking death?

"You can choose to leave." The woman sighed faintly: "This inheritance should not have such murderous intent, but he left too early and has not been perfected for future generations, and even his murderous intent is left in it..."

Qin Hao sweated coldly. Even if he was too arrogant, he knew that he would never have the chance to survive under the murderous intent of the Sword Saint Li Qingshan.

"However, if you can survive, your realm can not only return to the peak, but even more..." the woman said quietly.

Qin Hao was stunned and soon his expression was no longer hesitant.

Where can there be power that can be obtained for no reason?

Live toward death.

Qin Hao walked forward without any complaints even though he died.

Ting!

The Jinglong Sword returned to Qin Hao with a whoosh.

"You guy, you are quite conscientious." Qin Hao turned his head and grinned, "Thank you, if I don't die, I will never repay you."

The woman's face was neither sad nor happy. It was not until Qin Hao was about to step into the palace built by sword intention that he whispered: "Be careful."

After speaking, the woman chanted the song softly again.

Tempting and moving.

This time Qin Hao understood a little.

This song tells stories of peerless heroes. The protagonist of the story is the sword saint Li Qingshan who has been passed down for generations. Qin Hao seems to have felt the magnificence of his era and the peerless style of Li Qingshan.

A sword that will crush the world is heart-wrenching.

But when the singing sounded, it was so sad.

Red pink skull.

Qin Hao seemed to feel a woman silently accompanying this great hero, laughing because of him and sad because of him, but in the end, she was so sad.

That sad love.

Qin Hao has stepped into the castle.

The sword intent suddenly pierced into Qin Hao's body.

The heroic spirit of the swordsman made Qin Hao feel more deeply. The arrogant and arrogant person who could open the sky deeply infected Qin Hao with just one sword.

The life of the sword saint Li Qingshan quickly emerged.

A kind of ordinary body, but he looks proud of the world.

A common body, but it turns the tide.

The name of Li Qingshan resounds throughout the sky.

After the prosperity.

The beauty is by my side.

But just as Li Qingshan achieved success and was accompanied by beautiful women...

Hissing!

The sword intent shows a fierce murderous intent.

Qin Hao endured unbearable pain for ordinary people. It was obvious that Qin Hao's body was quickly breaking through the limit that he could bear when entering the Tao.

The shackles were faintly broken.

The singing is melodious, and Qin Hao is baptized by the boundless sword intent.

On the other side.

Bell, the second in the Heavenly List, has already stood on the ring, his eyes are neither sad nor happy, but he is standing there, but he feels unsurpassable.

This person is stronger than Carol!

And it's extremely terrifying.
Chapter completed!