In Chu Fengmian's words, he seemed to have thought of ten thousand years ago.
At that time, Chu Fengmian had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Even the master of swordsmanship felt inferior to Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship.
But Chu Fengmian's sword intent was strong, but he had no spiritual power. So at that time, Chu Fengmian was idle in front of Tianjue Peak, wandering around at will.
But this Qingluan came here because of his reputation and wanted to become the master of swordsmanship.
The two met at the foot of Tianjue Peak and wanted to compete with each other in swordsmanship.
If Chu Fengmian wins, Qingluan will agree to be Chu Fengmian's mount for a month. If Chu Fengmian loses, he will take Qingluan to see the master of swordsmanship.
Qingluan was very high-spirited at that time and felt that he could not lose to a loser who didn't even have a spiritual vein, but in the end Chu Fengmian still won, so he and Qingluan wandered around the mainland for a month.
Apart from Chu Fengmian, I'm afraid only Qingluan knew about this matter.
After all, it is not a glorious thing for a descendant of a generation of mythical beasts to be used as a mount. Chu Fengmian has never mentioned this, and Qingluan is unlikely to take the initiative to tell it.
"Sword fight under Tianjue Peak?"
There was something strange in Qingluan's eyes. After hearing what happened, his face was filled with shock.
"Are you Chu Jianbai? The boy who defeated me back then?"
"If it wasn't Chu, would anyone else know about this?"
Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan with a sigh.
"But the former Chu Jianbai has fallen, and fell under Tianjue Peak, and now my name is Chu Fengmian."
"Um?"
After hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Qingluan suddenly realized that Chu Fengmian today had no resemblance to Chu Jianbai in his memory.
Yes, it can only be said to be the sharp sword intent on his body.
"It's been a dream for thousands of years. I don't know the good times and bad times, the vicissitudes of life, all the old friends are gone, and I am the only one left."
Chu Fengmian sighed.
Why wouldn't he want to die together with his master, his senior brothers and sisters?
Now, Chu Fengmian was the only one left in the world. Seeing Qingluan again, Chu Fengmian was extremely happy. After all, he was once a good friend, which made him unable to help but recall the past ten thousand years.
"Reincarnation, it seems you are reincarnated..."
Qingluan looked at Chu Fengmian and murmured.
"Reincarnation and reincarnation are illusory in nature. Even your master, the master of swordsmanship, cannot touch the way of reincarnation."
"But even if you are reincarnated, you cannot have memories. Reincarnation with memories is unheard of in this world."
Qingluan slowly opened his mouth and said.
He himself is also an invincible strong man, but this reincarnation is still very elusive to him. If he hadn't seen Chu Fengmian again now, even he would not believe it.
"The destiny of heaven and earth is really magical, and it is far beyond human ability to comprehend."
Qingluan sighed.
"Unexpectedly, among the countless disciples of the former master of swordsmanship, only you survived."
Among the disciples of the Master of Sword Dao, there are countless outstanding geniuses. Many of Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters are super strong men who are famous in the mainland. However, they all fell one by one under the pursuit of the seven major sects.
On the contrary, Chu Fengmian, the youngest disciple, has no spiritual veins and has returned from reincarnation, which is really disappointing.
"Qingluan, why did you also die?"
Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan and said in surprise.
Chu Fengmian knew Qingluan's strength very well, and it was enough to rank at the top of the mainland. Among Chu Fengmian's senior brothers, there were only three people who could defeat Qingluan.
Qingluan, in particular, has the blood of the ancient divine beast, the Phoenix clan, and has a long lifespan. Even though ten thousand years are long, it is not enough to make him fall.
But now it seems that Qingluan has also fallen. He is now just a shadow condensed from the spiritual power left behind.
"Of course they are from the seven major sects."
There was boundless resentment in Qingluan's eyes. He was so powerful that he was forced to die in a desperate situation. The resentment in this was naturally boundless.
"People from the seven major sects also found me among the countless disciples who were chasing the master of swordsmanship, and asked me to hand over the countless spells and swordsmanship left by the master of swordsmanship."
Qingluan said coldly.
Although Qingluan is not a disciple of the Master of Sword Dao, he has followed the Master of Sword Dao for a long time and naturally knows some of the Master's spells and swordsmanship.
It seems that people from the seven major sects paid Qingluan's attention after they found out that they could not obtain those spells and sword skills from Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters.
Qingluan said sharply.
"But I have already burned out those ancient swordsmanship books. Those people from the seven major sects have to pay the price if they want to kill me!"
"In the end, if the monster from the Nine Demon City hadn't taken action, maybe I wouldn't have perished, but that monster was also killed by me."
"The monster in the Nine Demon City? Is it the blood-slaying sword demon?"
In the Nine Demon City, he is the only one who can be called a monster.
Now Chu Fengmian suddenly saw that there was a long sword under the huge skeleton.
This long sword is nearly two meters long. There are purple lines on the sword body. These purple lines are extremely strange. Even if they have been dusted for thousands of years, you can see the evil spirit in it at a glance.
"The blood-slaying demon sword? Your body is actually suppressing this demon sword?"
Chu Fengmian was shocked.
The Blood-Slaying Demon Sword was once a famous spiritual weapon on the continent. This Blood-Slaying Demon Sword can be said to be even more powerful than the best heaven-level spiritual weapons.
But his reputation was not spread just because of his power, but because of the terrifying blood-slaying sword.
Every owner of the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword will eventually be corrupted by the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword and become a sword demon who only knows how to fight.
No wonder there are no more rumors about the Blood-Slaying Demonic Sword nowadays.
Now it seems that this blood-slaying demon sword was suppressed by Qingluan in this cave with his body, suppressing it for ten thousand years.
"Yes, my soul has always existed. In fact, it is precisely to suppress this blood-slaying demon sword."
Qingluan looked at the Blood-Slaying Demon Sword and said.
"If you sit back and ignore it, if this sword appears on the mainland again, it will definitely cause a bloody storm. So I have been waiting for thousands of years, waiting for such a destined person to come to this cave and bring this
Give him the Blood-Slaying Demonic Sword."
"Now, I didn't expect to meet you."
Qingluan said, his voice was extremely weak.
It seemed that his soul could not hold on for much longer.
If Qingluan's soul had been sleeping, it might have lasted for hundreds or thousands of years, but now that he has awakened, his remaining strength has been completely exhausted.