The mountain wind suddenly rises, the sea of clouds drifts in the twilight, and the mountains and hills are like fairy islands in the sea. When the mountain wind rises again, it is hidden in the waves of the sea of clouds, with a huge atmosphere.
On the top of Mount Tai, the boundless sea of clouds was like smoke, dancing around with the colorful sword box.
Ye Junlin stood beside the sword box, stopped and watched, thinking.
The sword box fell from the sky, and the colorful mist light reflected the entire sky. Since it descended to the Qingxiao, countless powerful swordsmen have come one after another, just to see the style of the "Sky Sword". Those who are interested have great confidence to climb high and look at each other in order to draw their swords.
The result was obvious that both ordinary swordsmen and "sword tycoons" like "Feng Sihai" and "Bai Qi" all returned in disgrace.
There must be some time in your destiny, but don’t force it if you don’t have any time in your destiny.
In the cycle of cause and effect, what is yours is yours; if it is not yours, you cannot force it to ask for it.
Some things are already destined by God.
Ye Junlin's eyes slowly closed, and a colorful mist suddenly surged into the sea of consciousness. The mist light disappeared and slowly condensed into the shape of a sword. In the sea of consciousness, Ye Junlin's "true soul" held this colorful fine sword and danced with the wind.
There is a will in the dark, and this sword seems to be specially cast by Soye Junlin.
Ye Junlin walked forward and gently stroked the sword box. Unexpectedly, the sword box was not repelled, so he used the colorful mist light to nurture Ye Junlin.
"Sword God Emperor Jade" ascended to heaven and lingered above Ye Junlin's head.
The colorful mist light on the sword box was attracted by the "Sword God Emperor Jade", and rushed towards Ye Junlin's sea of consciousness. The colorful mysterious power filled Ye Junlin's whole body, and a huge force was like a huge oar, stirring the qi in Ye Junlin's chest, and the waves were surging.
With his momentum rising, Ye Junlin entered the "high-level Xuanhuang".
As the power dissipated, Ye Junlin suddenly opened his eyes. There was no longer a trace of colorful mysterious light on the sword box, only a black sword box standing in the air.
Ye Junlin took a deep breath and suddenly opened the sword box. The sword energy soared into the sky and shot the bullfighting, and the world suddenly surging.
Ye Junlin held this legendary sword and was filled with emotion.
A golden light suddenly appeared on the sword box, reflecting that everyone couldn't open their eyes.
The golden light dissipated, and two lines of text appeared on the sword box: "This sword soothes the unfair things in the world, and this sword is worthy of the people in the world."
Old Wu squatted on a stone, staring blankly at the sky, not knowing what he thought. A smile appeared on Lu Dangxin's face: The war in the spring and autumn is finally over.
The "Divine Sword" is called "Tianxia", and it means "carrying the world". It is clearly the first time that Ye Junlin has held the "Tianxia Sword", but for some reason, he feels familiar.
It seems like a close friend who has been away from him for many years. When we meet again, there is always a tacit understanding of spiritual communication.
Under Mount Tai, there is a small city called "Tai'an", which is derived from the meaning of "peace and peace of the country". However, since the Spring and Autumn War, every battle will inevitably affect this city.
After a long war, the small city is already in ruins. Nine out of ten rooms in the city are empty, and there is no longer any prosperity. Only some elderly people can hardly give up their attachment to their hometown and fall into the ground, swearing to live and die with the small city.
Lu Dangxin looked at the small town and felt a lot of emotion. Since returning from the Western Regions, he has married and had children here. Although it is ridiculous, he is happy. He is here, watching his daughter grow up slowly, and wanted to spend his life in peace, but he thought that a sudden war took away his wife and broke his dream.
Old Wu, who empathized with it, patted Lu Dangxin's shoulder and sighed softly.
Lu Dangxin smiled awkwardly and bowed to Lao Wu.
Even though he is already famous in Qingxiao, in front of Lao Wu, he is always the "little monk" who sold his sword to bury his wife.
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Old Wu was in front, Ye Junlin, Liu Cai and Lu Mian were in the middle, Lu Doujing was obliged to the back, Ning Kunlun led the "Lin" camp out of the city to station a hundred miles, for some reason.
I drank two cups of tea in the city. At dusk, there was a black air like clouds and as big as a hood of a car, coming from the west.
Ning Kunlun's eyes stagnated. When he came to his senses, the black air had entered Tai'an City, and he rode his horse and rushed into the city. Suddenly, thousands of sword energy gushed out of the air, which was invisible, but blocked Ning Kunlun's footsteps.
Lao Wu's voice broke through the air: "You can lead the army with peace of mind, I'm here."
Ning Kunlun shook his head and smiled slightly. A heart that was hanging up fell back.
Old Wu stood up, and the "absolute shadow" in his hand was like a long dragon roaring.
"'Xi Lao Gui', it's time to calculate the account between us."
As soon as he turned, Lao Wu's figure was like a gust of wind, instantly blocking the black gas.
As the black energy stagnated, the figure of the "Ghost Venerable" suddenly appeared. Looking at Old Wu in front of him, the face of the "Ghost Venerable" showed an extremely unnatural expression, and there was fear, surprise, and unbelievable expression.
"Wu Qi?"
The Ghost Venerable asked with an incredible expression.
Old Wu didn't say anything, but just snorted coldly from his nose. The "Jueying Sword" made a move like a dragon, and thousands of sword energy rushed into a line, cutting through the flowing mysterious energy, making a loud noise.
Swords are born from the heart, and different swords have different states of mind. But no matter which swordsman, they have one thing in common: swords are used to kill people.
On the Jueying Sword, millions of thunder exploded. The area centered on Lao Wu and within a radius of dozens of meters was eroded by the sword energy.
The "Haoran Sword Art" climbed to the top, and Lao Wu's sword was the best in Qingxiao.
The "Ghost Venerable" finally recovered and patted his palms lightly. Countless black air surging. A black shield as dark as ink stood in front of the "Ghost Venerable".
Old Wu handed it out with a sword, even if there were thousands of mountains and rivers in front of me, I could still break it with one sword.
The Jueying Sword stabbed the black shield, and instantly sparks flew everywhere. The "high-level Taoist weapon" shield with the "Three Stars" was instantly split into several pieces.
Several gaps were knocked out on the Jueying Sword, but Old Wu didn't care at all. For him, he himself was the strongest sword in the Qingxiao Spirit Realm!
Ye Junlin stood at the window and saw the figure of the "Ghost Venerable" from afar, and his anger erupted like flames.
The "Tianxia Sword" made several "moans", as if venting the master's anger. He was about to join the battle circle, but was pulled by Lu Dangxin.
Ye Junlin looked at Lu Dangxin with a puzzled look.
Lu Dangxin shook his head, and Mans said in a reasonable manner: "There is a 'deep blood hatred' between Senior Wu and the 'Ghost Venerable'. In the eyes of Senior, anyone's help is a humiliation. Including you, Ye Junlin."
The "Sword of the World" in his hand slowly returned to the sheath. Ye Junlin looked out the window blankly, thinking about something.
At the corner of the restaurant, a little girl with ponytails led a boy about seven or eight years old and walked up slowly.
Lu Dangxin felt alert. For some reason, he always felt that these two children were definitely not ordinary.