In a quiet mountain stream, a clear spring gurgles, and beside a jasper-like stream, there are pieces of bluestones of different sizes, covered with moss. The essence of heaven and earth in the mountain stream is very strong, and the air is slightly white, exuding a faint fragrance.
, by the stream,
On a piece of bluestone with a radius of three feet, a long purple sword floats quietly. It is a broken sword, but at the broken point, there is purple light flowing, and there are wisps of tiny purple electricity. As time goes by, the broken sword
It is growing slowly and is already close to the tip of the sword.
At this moment, a chubby little head stretched out from under the bluestone. He looked around surreptitiously, then grinned and climbed up the bluestone with a few pulls. It was a pink jade carving.
A cute little fat guy.
"Yaya told you not to feed me, and I won't even leave you a scumbag."
On the bluestone, the little fat man hugged the purple broken sword. The broken sword clanked. Even though it was broken, it was still psychic. However, no matter how hard he struggled after being hugged by the little fat man, it was to no avail.
Click!
The little fat man was merciless, his teeth clenched loudly, and within a few breaths, only the hilt of the broken purple sword was left. He was not satisfied yet, so he swallowed the hilt whole in one gulp, and then touched the white
The little belly let out a satisfying burp.
"Damn thing!"
An angry voice came from afar, and the little fat man was startled. In the distant sky, a huge blue-eyed eagle roared towards him. On the back of the eagle, the corners of Jian Qingsheng's mouth twitched, his eyes were filled with rage, and his blood rushed to the door. His whole body was about to
Exploded.
He placed the Zixiao Sword in this mountain stream to cultivate it, and with the help of the pure essence of heaven and earth here, the Zixiao Sword was continuously repaired. After leaving for a while, he was attacked by a wolf. This was his human warrior.
, when it was first forged, an extremely precious piece of thunder gold was used, and now that it has been swallowed by this little brat, it is impossible for him to recast it even if he wants to.
"I am the Human Emperor, boy, you must respect the elders!"
The little fat man wore a piece of fire ape skin around his waist. He had modified the leather armor and it fit him perfectly. At this moment, his little eyes were darting around, but he didn't feel any guilt at all.
"I kill you!"
Jian Qing roared angrily. He was still several hundred feet away from here before flying downwards. His footwork was like a streak of purple lightning across the sky. The sword energy was crisscrossing as he waved his hand. The azure sword energy shuttled through the vacuum, and there were streaks of purple lightning.
Then, he arrived in front of the little fat man in an instant.
"**, little bastard, are you serious!"
The little fat man dodged in a flash and dodged a hundred feet away. His speed was extremely fast, like a white lightning, he avoided the sword energy one after another.
boom!
Three feet of bluestone exploded, gravel flew, and the sword fell to the ground. His eyebrows jumped and his teeth were clenched. He had never seen such a irritating little kid. He was so ignorant at just a few years old.
, is more gangster than those rangers, he is simply a little bastard, without any innocence or cuteness.
"You have been following me!" Jian Qingsheng's eyes were cold, murderous intent boiled in his heart, and the original joy of obtaining a half-step king-level soul pill was completely washed away.
"Boy, I'm protecting you! You have a bad constitution, so you won't be accidentally swallowed by some desolate beast. What's wrong with you? It's just a broken sword. Don't look like you are bitter and hateful. I'm giving this to you.
Go back and make up your mind, wouldn't it be better if you recast it in the future?"
The little fat man spoke in a mouthful of words, arrogant and arrogant, wiping his mouth with his chubby little hands, looking like he still had something to say.
Jian Qingsheng's face was dark, and the fighting energy in his body was boiling. All the fighting energy was secretly mobilized in the surrounding sky. If he didn't kill this little bandit today, he was afraid that he would be frightened every day in the future. Being remembered by this little ancestor, he still
Whatever soldiers can be saved will end up in his belly sooner or later.
Looking at the empty bluestone, Yi Jian Qingsheng's heart ached. That thunder gold is not something that can be seen in ordinary times. Only on thundery days, the essence of thunder and lightning can be collected from thousands of thunder clouds. Even in the soul-melting realm
A strong person will easily and never go deep into the thunder clouds. That is definitely the same as seeking death. The reason why he was able to forge this Zixiao Sword was because Jian Qingsheng found it by chance on the road to the Heavenly Soldiers of the Immortal Clan. The entire Thunder Sword
Even the Ministry of War may not have one.
Feeling that Jian Qingsheng's face was getting darker and darker, the little fat man seemed to know that the kid in front of him was really angry. He screamed and ran away.
"Order it for me!"
Jianqing roared, his hands clasped together, and a twenty-foot-long azure air sword suddenly condensed between his palms. There were bucket-thick purple lightning around the air sword, like thunder pythons coiling in an array, which was astonishing.
The sword intent instantly pressed on the little fat man.
"**, boy, are you serious!"
The little fat man's eyes changed slightly, and a pair of chubby little hands pulled hard towards the void. The sword intention that was pressing on his body collapsed. Then his body flashed and turned into a white lightning. It was extremely fast and he breathed.
Arriving hundreds of feet away, Jian Qingsheng released his mental power, but was unable to lock on the little fat man. His mental will contained the way of thunder, but it automatically slipped away as soon as it landed on him.
After chasing for hundreds of miles, Jian Qingsheng had no choice but to stop. He stood on a low mountain with his fists clenched and his face as sinking as water. He had never suffered such a big loss, but he had suffered continuously since he met this little fat man.
, he could also feel how extraordinary the little fat man was, but he couldn't grasp it, it was too slippery.
"My sword intention is not yet complete. I have only comprehended the way of thunder, but I have not yet grasped the edge of the sword. The Purple Sky Thunder Sword Intent can only be regarded as half completed. No wait, I will refine the half step first.
The king-level soul pill can be used to understand the edge of the sword and give birth to the true sword intention!"
Jian Qingsheng took a deep breath. The real way of swordsmanship is one of the nine hundred righteous methods. It is necessary to understand the edge of swordsmanship before he can truly step into the threshold. Strictly speaking, the sword intention he is now using with the help of the way of thunder
does not count
It is the real sword intention, and the way of thunder is one of the nine thousand small ways. If the edge of the sword is understood again, and the sword way merges with the way of thunder, then it is the real purple sky thunder sword intention. It is also the reason why his thunder sword military department is here in the north.
The foundation of the Wild West Region.
Jian Qingsheng didn't believe it. When his Zixiao Thunder Sword Intent was completed, he still couldn't do anything to that little bastard.
With a dark face, Jian Qingsheng ignored the surprised looks of some passing Thunder Sword tribe members not far away and disappeared in a flash.
Ten days later.
In the Blood Stone Tribe, the essence of heaven and earth gathered together and reached an extreme level. It finally stopped increasing. Breathing the essence of heaven and earth that was many times richer than before, a smile appeared at the corner of Shi Zhixuan's mouth. This was the benefit of the tribe's advancement.
First, as luck increases, the essence of heaven and earth in the human world also increases.
Following the gathering, although only by being promoted to the bone-tempering realm can one truly absorb and absorb the essence of heaven and earth for one's own use, being in the rich essence of heaven and earth, over time and under subtle influence, can still make the clan's physique continue to strengthen.
Even the speed of cultivation is much faster.
"Clan leader!" In front of the collapsed mountain wall, Captain Shihu looked solemn, "The time is coming."
"I really don't want to leave this homeland." A sharp light flashed in Shi Zhixuan's eyes, "Just in case, Muxue, you take Tuoba Feng and the three of them away. If the tribe is destroyed, don't come back."
"Clan leader!" Muxue's eyes flashed with sharpness. This seemingly ordinary woman showed a spiritual magnanimity that cannot be ignored at this moment.
"Only when someone is alive can there be hope!" Shi Zhixuan stared at her, "The more talented people are, the more they must live. I think you should understand that those with weak physiques and dull talents will die sooner or later, even if they are alive, no
Everyone is like Xiao Yi."
"Clan leader, can't we move the entire clan?"
Captain Shijian said solemnly, his white hair was scattered, and the black stone sword was clanging behind him. In these days, the tribesmen who guarded the Jingyuan Valley have also returned.
Shaking his head, Shi Zhixuan said: "It's useless. This is the clan land of my Bloodstone Tribe. The military tomb is below, and the bottom is grounded. The general trend is above, carrying the destiny of my tribe. Once we leave, the destiny will immediately collapse.
Our Bloodstone Tribe will not only be defeated,
In the realm of the other blood tribes, even the lower blood tribes are incomparable. If the fate is broken, I can only be reduced to the scattered tribe. Once the luck is dispersed, even in the human world, it will be difficult for me to exist in the dark.
Wherever the Bloodstone Tribe establishes its foothold, endless misfortune will follow."
"And if we stick to our clan territory, even if we all die in battle, as long as there are still people alive and the fire of destiny here is not extinguished, our Bloodstone Tribe will still have a chance to rise again, and our ancestral foundation cannot be destroyed by our hands.
The heroic spirits sleeping in the underground military graves cannot be desecrated by others! Not to mention the great clans from all over the world will not retreat even if they die!"
"I'm leaving!" Muxue nodded, and she turned and left. The sharpness in her eyes softened, and she seemed calm, but the green iron sword behind her was buzzing and trembling, but it eventually calmed down.
After a stick of incense, the top of the back mountain.
Overlooking the tribal village at their feet, the sun was shining brightly, falling on the collapsed mountain wall. Tuoba Feng and the others gritted their teeth. Behind them, Muxue's footsteps walked away, and every step seemed to fall into their hearts.
"Walk!"
The corner of his mouth was bitten and blood spilled out. Tuoba Feng roared, turned around and rushed into the wild ancient forest behind him.
Shui Qianliu and Shi Taiyi also gritted their teeth. They felt great pain in their hearts. They had to leave their hometown like this, but all their clansmen were about to die in front of them. A deep feeling of powerlessness grew in their hearts.
"We are all too weak! If we were strong enough, how dare the Hundred Demon Mountains dare to bully us!" Shui Qianliu said bitterly, "I want to become stronger, even if I betray everything, I won't hesitate!"
"Let's go!" Shi Taiyi turned around, his fingernails embedded in his flesh, "I want to find the real knife skills!"
After a short time, there was no longer a single figure on the top of the back mountain. The sky above the Blood Stone Tribe was filled with purple air, but on the pillars of luck essence that were more than ten feet thick, there were thick black air wrapped around them, like strips.
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