After the end of Love Saint, I passed through

Chapter 126 Dongfang Shepherd!You are dead!deserve it!
The sword spirit is small and exquisite, about one meter tall, wearing a light white blue shirt, tied with blue silk and tie, looks like a miniature villain, quite cute, rubbing his eyes with both hands at this time, obviously not crying, But it's like weeping...

only…

The appearance of this little sword spirit...

"Isn't this Yan Qingwu?"

Wang Mu was dumbfounded.

What's going on, this sword spirit looks too much like Yan Qingwu, right?
And the clothes are somewhat similar to those back then, completely like a miniature version of her, not to mention that she looks really good...

"Well, you are..." Wang Mu glanced at her, "You know me?"

Xiao Jianling paused, flew to Wang Mu's side, shook his head and said:
"do not know…"

"..."

I don't know what you are shouting about?
Wang Mu was speechless.

"But I can recognize your aura." The little sword spirit whimpered several times, and glanced at Wang Mu, "It's the aura I want, very kind, very longing for..."

"Then you are..."

"I am the sword spirit of the Cyan Frost Sword, created by the master..."

Wang Mu wanted to ask, why do you look so similar to Yan Qingwu?

The degree of coincidence is over [-]%, right?

Could it be that the sword spirit he created would be the same as himself?

Wang Mu felt a little strange.

"Well, how do you want to feel now?" Wang Mu asked.

Little Sword Spirit tilted his head and thought for a moment:
"It feels almost..."

"What's wrong?"

"Bare hug..."

"?"

The little sword spirit flew away from the Qingshuangjian, flew towards Wang Mu, and landed beside him, rubbing east and west.

It wasn't until Wang Mu grasped the Qingshuang Sword that he slowly calmed down.

"Why is this little sword spirit quite good at it..." Wang Mu touched the Qingshuang Excalibur, and couldn't help but think of Yan Qingwu's appearance in his mind.

It feels quite different from Yan Qingwu.

Not alone at all!
"Is it okay now?" Wang Mu asked.

The little sword spirit flew out, with a look of enjoyment, and nodded again and again:

"Uh-huh."

"Then we'll go find your master later, you have to show yourself."

"Ah?" Little Sword Spirit was taken aback for a moment, but there was actually some resistance.

"what happened?"

"Okay... okay, Master seems to be in danger..." Little Sword Spirit stomped his feet and jumped into the Cyan Frost Sword again.

"Wait a minute, after you go back, you promise me one thing." Wang Mu said hastily.

"What?" The little sword spirit emerged half of its body from the Cyan Frost Sword.

"Well... if your master asks, who restored you... you can say that I restored you. But the crucial step is the blood donated by a person named Dongfang Mu."

"Ah?" Little Sword Spirit was stunned, "Why do you say that? Dongfang Mu...I'm so familiar...Why do I know so well...Um...Okay!"

After speaking, he buried it.

Wang Mu touched it, feeling a little subtle.

This little sword spirit is so intelligent, yet so ignorant and pure, it might not be impossible for Wang Mu to let him hide this secret for him.

Because as long as the origin of the sage's blood, someone testifies that it has nothing to do with me!
Then even if she repaired the Qingshuang Sword, it was impossible for Yan Qingwu to be 100% sure that she was Dongfang Mu.

With Yan Qingwu's temperament, as long as she is not completely sure, then she should not be beheaded by him.

After all, it's a demon in the heart, and it must be accurate and accurate. If you admit it wrong and kill the wrong person, wouldn't it be a big mistake?

I just don't know what the relationship between this little sword spirit and Yan Qingwu is.

But it's just the same appearance, it should be the reason why Yan Qingwu has been warm and caring for thousands of years, right?
Thinking of this, right now, let's quickly return to Jianzong.

"This grand magpie bridge event, I have gained a lot."

The biggest gain among them is actually fame, making friends with disciples from other continental sects...

Wang Mu put away the Qingshuang Sword, walked out of the quiet room, and found that it was already the second night.

Came to Panyuan Forest again, and found that Nanrong Biyou was feeding some spirit beasts.

"Eat more, I won't have a chance to see you next time."

"If you have nothing to do, practice more. Don't keep thinking about that little black snake. It's not a good thing to provoke other little snakes when you have it. Sooner or later, I will kill it. Even if I don't kill it for you, One day it will be slaughtered by other snakes."

"Do you understand?"

Nanrong Biyou stroked the little white snake's head, "This place is quiet, safe, and better than the outside world. I'll take that little black away later, and throw him into the vortex of the sky sea. It's completely wrong to keep it here. Delay your cultivation."

"Don't be afraid, the Tianhai whirlpool is not dangerous, it's just a few hundred small dragons, it likes to provoke so much, let it provoke these big guys."

"Dead? I'll bring back its ashes when it dies, don't worry..."

The little white snake hissed while eating the fruit in Nanrong Biyou's hand.

Don't don't!

"..." Wang Mu.

Are these few words really spoken to the little white snake...

"Huh? Are you here?" Nanrong Biyou turned around, "Are you going to see her for the last time?"

Wang Mu nodded and said:
"Also ask Miss You to help."

Nanrong Biyou patted the little white snake, then stood up and said:
"Let's go then."

After saying that, she flicked her fingertips lightly, and a mysterious blue energy formed a deep space vortex in front of her.

"Let's go, this technique is one-way, if you leave, you can't come back."

After speaking, she stepped into it.

Wang Mu followed closely behind...

-

Huang Tianzhou, at the foot of Guyun Mountain.

At this time, Guyun Mountain has long since lost its celestial appearance.

The mountain peak above the lonely cloud has long been turned into a demon cave of a sea of ​​blood, and the billowing cloud has turned into a blood mist covering the sky and shrouded the lonely cloud mountain.

The area that was originally beautiful with mountains and rivers was now rendered like hell by the blood mist in the sky.

If a mortal is in such an environment, he will probably be transformed into a demon with just one breath.

The villages and towns below the mountain have long been deserted and seem to have been transferred.

There are only countless ferocious beasts howling.

Interestingly, the eerie and eerie atmosphere was the only one that did not cover Anle Village.

It's like a kind of tacit isolation, and it seems that that place is independent from this world...

"Hey, these magic gates are really stubborn..."

Above the wooden house in Anle Village, Aunt Hong looked sadly at the Guyun Mountain in the distance that was shrouded in fierce clouds and blood mist, "I don't know what happened to Boy Mu..."

"Don't worry, that kid didn't die so easily..." The village chief lay on Tiger King's back with a weed in his mouth, "A few days ago, Jianzong took a large number of disciples out, and they should have been transferred. Not many disciples."

"But Jianzong is hard to say..."

Several villagers were chatting.

Anle Village is surrounded by powerful luck, whether it is monks, monsters, or other alien races, they rarely come here.

Even the evil cultivators of the evil way will not come here at random to be contaminated with special karma, otherwise something big will happen... This seems to be an axiom.

At this time, the ground suddenly shook.

Every second, it trembled violently, very regularly.

"Village Chief, look, what is that?" Tie Hu pointed to the other side.

I saw that at that position, there was a giant who was up to the sky, stepping on the mountains and rivers.

The giant was covered with pitch-black hair, and one could vaguely see that its face was human-like, its skin was red-black, its palms were like lakes, its arms were like big rivers, and when the soles of its feet were stretched, it was hundreds of feet away, and a stream of blood swirled all over its body. The black arrogance, the coercion exuding across the world.

"This seems to be an ancient god's stagnation... Now Jianzong is in some trouble..." The village chief frowned secretly, "These methods of the magic sect are really weird and varied..."

-

A certain mountain not far from Guyun Mountain.

Several figures sat cross-legged in the air, and there were only a few figures on the top of the mountain.

"My lord, why did we come here? With our relationship with Jianzong..."

"Although we have a fighting relationship with Jianzong, we are only fighting in Huangtianzhou. The demonic forces from the outer continent will intervene first, so it must not work, right lord?"

"My lord, don't you want to save Jianzong?"

"My lord, it's not Jianzong you want to save, could it be that Yan Jianxian?"

"What do you know, my lord, this is a praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles, who wants more Tianqi secret treasures, what sword sect Yan Jianxian, what does it have to do with her? I don't understand the lord's mind at all..."

"..."

"Have you finished talking nonsense? I will get the secret treasure of the apocalypse. As for the sword sect, it will be gone if it is gone. Naturally, it has nothing to do with me. Is that Yan Jianxian..."

The voice paused, as if a little disappointed, "Back then I destroyed her Qingshuang Sword, and she destroyed my Wushuang Bell. I have fought with her for many years, regardless of the outcome. Now watching her fall, I really..."

"My lord, I understand, the opponent suddenly disappeared, you may feel a little uncomfortable..."

"No, I'm very happy."

"..."

"It's just that, she still has to die, but it's fine if she dies in my hands. How can she fall into the hands of those demon gates? It's simply lowering her level, so! In order to make a conclusion, I will talk about it later." Give her the final blow personally, and let her die in the hands of my old opponent. Presumably she should be relieved in the end."

"..."

"My lord, look over there, it's Immortal Zombie Yunhuan! The three demon blood formations of the Demon Sect have not been completely broken, this thing has already arrived, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with later."

"What's the hurry, it's not the last moment, Yan Jianxian is not so weak..."

-

Shangxiao Sword Sect, inside.

The sea of ​​clouds with a faint fairy air, like a little more bright red in the white fuel, spread out in large swaths.

On the changing and intertwined sky, all the fresh air of Jianzong in the past was gone, and there were waves of turbid and evil air, exuding wanton and majestic power.

The shattered mountain guard array was filled with endless sword lights.

Below, the Taoist cable that connects the seven great sword peaks has a strong brilliance, as if something is brewing...

The six heads of the peak lived horizontally on the peak pedestal, all standing with their eyes closed, exuding a sword aura soaring to the sky.

Each person has a sword with a divine light, presenting different colors, interwoven with each other, forming a mysterious large formation.

Headed by the suzerain Jian Wuqing, the divine sword above has the strongest killing spirit,
Above the sky, the thick blood mist turned into a skeleton, and every time a skeleton fell, the divine sword would kill it.

It's just that the light is slightly dim at this time.

Not long after, Jane Wuqing slightly opened her eyes, looked in several other directions, and sighed softly.

A few of them can actually hold on.

The reason why they can still persist is because the two Dujie Patriarchs were resisted by Yan Jianxian.

A large formation composed of several demonic powers, together with various puppets, ghosts, ghost corpses, blood beasts, and many Jindan Nascent Soul cultivators, wave after wave of impact like a tidal wave, is almost like going crazy.

At this time, the six people are one body, which is the Seven Stars Universe Punishing Evil Sword Formation formed by combining with the Mountain Protecting Formation.

Trouble is, because one is missing.

One Heavenly Sword Peak is missing...

This made the power of the sword array much weaker.

Sword formation Sword formation, if it is not complete, is it called sword formation so far?
For seven days in a row, at this moment, the pill should be used, the magic weapon should be damaged, tireless, and the mountain-protecting magic weapon is the last bottom line.

If it fails, the Dao-seeking cable will trigger the seven peaks to explode, and the power generated can destroy everything in an instant.

In the blood cloud above, filled with endless sword light.

In the cloud and mist below, there are endless ghosts and puppets floating, each of them looks like a floating corpse, and it is infiltrating when you look at it.

These things made by the demon cultivator, as cannon fodder, are simply overwhelming. If you don't deal with them, all kinds of filthy and evil spirits will erode the sword array. If you deal with them, it will be a waste of spiritual power.

"It's not bad..." Nadan Jianfeng Wu Da used his spiritual thoughts to transmit the sound, but it was a little weak, "If there is no Myzhou Zhengdao Alliance to resist and share, let alone seven days, I am afraid it will be like this in four or five."

"Fortunately, those disciples have been sent to Magpie Bridge Fairy Mountain. When the news of us spreads, they will be scattered across the continents, and there will always be my sword sect inheritance."

"Senior brother Wu, why do you need to say such depressing words?" Lu Youlian in the north whispered, "There is a silver lining in everything...Look, the blood light dissipated, and the ghost spirits of the two ancestors who crossed the catastrophe co-existed together Dafa has been broken by the elders..."

Several people looked at them together.

It was found that all the blood light had dissipated, and a drop of teardrop-like brilliance fell from the sky, shining with a dark color, like a heavy black rain, dripping in the void, sparkling the space.

The six recognized each other immediately.

That is the magical treasure of the two ancestors who have crossed the catastrophe, and all demons are addicted to life and seizing souls.Its body is said to be made of [-] monks' sloughs and the bones of ferocious beasts. It can be transformed into more than ten kinds of magic weapons with different functions, and it is a first-class killer.

These two ancestors also practiced the unique method of symbiosis with souls, and they can combine with each other for a short period of time to form a great demon, possessing the strength close to ascending to the fairyland.

Otherwise, even with Elder Yan's current injuries, it would not be difficult to kill the Patriarch, who was just at the peak of Transcendence Tribulation.

The gap between these two realms is like a moat, insurmountable.

Even if it is one out of ten of the Immortal Realm, it is by no means comparable to the Transcendence Tribulation Realm.

Using these secret methods, these two ancestors of crossing the catastrophe will destroy hundreds of years of life, but they will have the strength to reach the fairyland, so that they can barely fight the current elder Yan.

But even so, after several days of fighting skills, all of them were broken by Elder Yan.

Even the divine treasure was shattered.

Seeing this scene, the six of them immediately cheered up.

Known as the unique peerless sword fairy in the millennium, there is no one, and there is no one who can match him.

In the thousand-year-old world of cultivating immortals in Jiuzhou, sword immortals emerged one after another. Among them, there are many with peerless talents.

The only unrivaled sword immortal in Jiuzhou's world of cultivating immortals, who bears the luck of heaven and earth, and the only peerless existence at the ceiling level of swordsmanship, even with minimal power, he can also kill gods and demons.

The six people were shocked when they saw this scene.

The large cloud of blood dissipated, and it seemed that it was time to return to Sword Sect.

Two huge black light clusters separated from the sky and turned into two phantoms, the soul was shattered and it was difficult to continue.

The two lights and shadows, a man and a woman, really came from the ancestors Dujie, Moyou and Hunhai of Yuanhai Palace.

"Back then, there were more than this number of ancestors of the Three Demon Sects... none of them were killed by Elder Yan..."

"What are the two old ancestors today?"

The six people were agitated.

Demon cultivators are different from orthodox cultivators.

Most of the magic skills and evil methods they practice are strange and extraordinary, and most of the paths are not right, so the speed of practice is often very fast, and at the same time, there will be more disasters.

Under the same aptitude, most of the magic skills and evil methods are faster, but the difficulty of crossing the tribulation is also greater.

Many demon cultivators went straight to Huashen all the way, and the result was fatal three-nine thunder calamity, six-nine thunder calamity and so on.

Of course, there are also strange people who practice magic skills and practice cunning ways. These people can keep their natures, find new ways, and achieve great achievements.Although he is still a demon cultivator, he is often crowned and highly respected, and his camps tend to remain neutral, and are rarely involved in other competitions.

For example, Shuo Wuji, the strange man who founded the Yuanhai Palace back then, was known as the Demon Lord of Yuanhai.At that time, although the Yuanhai Temple was full of demon cultivators, they all maintained a neutral camp, and most of its disciples were still doing their duty, and the Yuanhai Promise Book, which was cultivated within it, was also a first-class magic skill.

But later, after this Demon Venerable sat down, the Yuanhai Palace gradually became a real demon lair...

The six people, whose thoughts were racing, saw that the victory was in sight, and their hearts were surging.

Especially when the blood cloud dissipated, the snow-white figure on the blue sky lifted their exhausted spirits even more.

The spotless snow-white, although not holding any sword weapon, is still standing between the sky and the earth like a pure white sword at this moment.

however…

On Yan Qingwu's snow-white cheeks, only the tear mole had color, which added a bit of normal person's vividness to her current appearance.

"..."

Her face was neither sad nor happy, and there was no color in her eyes.

Especially looking at the silhouettes of the two school groups in the distance.

"Strong, too strong... Even after so many years, Yan Jianxian's sword is still so terrifying..."

A hoarse and roaring voice spread across the sky, "Before I came, I knew we couldn't win, and the Demon Lord's symbiosis method can be broken by you. Your primordial spirit, your injuries, and even the strength to overcome the catastrophe are not enough!" ..."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

The voice of the ancestor of the Demonic Dao was a little bit crazy, but also a bit admirable, "The world has changed. For thousands of years, it's no wonder that no one can surpass you... After suffering such a serious injury, you can still do this step..."

"There are not many people in the world of cultivating immortals in Jiuzhou that can compare with you..."

"It's a pity that you lost your real sword! Today, it is also an honor for the two of us to watch you fall here..."

The two ancestors did not persuade Jianzong to give up resistance, nor did they persuade the latter to hand over the secret treasure of the apocalypse, but told a fact that seemed to have been established with a taste of respect.

Yan Qingwu looked into the distance, there was no fear of death in her eyes, and no nostalgia for the world.

It seems that life and death are already very common things in her eyes.

There is only the sword in her eyes, only peace.

She looked at the sky, and her eyes were not confused. The sword heart hidden in a place where no one can peep has a temperature that no living being can detect, but it cannot be felt.

Suddenly.

distance.

A giant tore away the outer barrier, revealing an ancient and age-stained face, reflecting the glory of immortality.

The six people looked solemn.

The flames ignited in his eyes, like a heavy rain, immediately extinguished most of them.

"It's here after all." Cheng Tianyong sighed softly, "If I can find out soon..."

"Brother, I don't blame you..." Zhong Xiao said in a low voice, "Who would know that such an ancient god would be in the Shanlanzong..."

The ancient gods are the history after the sudden change of the heaven and the earth, and the sudden change of the land of Jiuzhou.

These histories prove that before the changes of heaven and earth, there was a group of more powerful existences in the older era. They were buried in the ancient land in Jiuzhou, and they also buried an even older history.

It wasn't until the heaven and earth changed that it appeared a little bit.

For hundreds of years, many sects have focused on exploring these ancient myths.And hundreds of years ago, the first corpse of an ancient god was excavated.

The corpse of the ancient god known as the ten thousand zhang almost caused the destruction of a whole continent and caused countless disasters.

They are covered with laws of heaven and earth, their spells are impenetrable, their consciousness is impenetrable, and they have almost indestructible bodies. Once awakened, even the ancient gods in the realm of transforming gods will have powerful heaven and earth power.

After the heaven and earth mutated, there were countless strange things in Jiuzhou, and this ancient god's relic could be regarded as a first-class and fierce thing.

Now being awakened by the saintess of the Yuanhai Temple with a secret method, and refined into a fairy zombie, its terrifying aura, just looking at it, makes people want to lose the battle.

"kill…"

The ancient accent whispered from the mouth of that fairy.

The blood vessels stretched all over his body were like mountain peaks, and a single hair on his body seemed to be able to crush a forest.

As soon as the palm is lifted, the boundless corpse aura permeates, covering the sky and covering the sun, making no distinction between the enemy and the enemy.

The brilliance in the mouth is like the rot from the abyss.

One step away, the mountains and rivers are upside down, the sun and the moon are hanging upside down, everything is covered under that terrifying momentum...

Boom!

Xian Zong blasted out with a fist, like stars falling from the ground, the formation formed by the six people was instantly shattered.

The six people scattered in all directions, with only horror in their eyes...

Afterwards, that immortal zombie seemed to sense a unique aura, and looked straight at the snow-white figure in midair...

Once the formation was broken, the entire Jianzong, like a man without clothes, was exposed on Guyun Mountain.

Between heaven and earth, it seems that everything has become clear and clear, without any change.

Yan Qingwu looked at the fairy, a white radiance ignited all over her body, and her only firm eyes were a little more reminiscent.

It seems to recall something.

Fearless of life and death...

After that, she looked at the sky again, as if she didn't have the slightest fear of that immortal zombie.

"What a state of sword heart without self and heaven and man..."

The two demon patriarchs stood proudly in the distance, just watching quietly, without any intention of interfering.

The main reason is that I can't intervene anymore.

They were hit hard.

But right now, this immortal stiffness is enough to consume this sword fairy to death.

Unless the opponent chooses to escape.

Unfortunately, this is not possible.

If it turns into the great power of other sword sects, maybe they will choose to run away and make big plans.

But this Sword Immortal Yan has a resolute temperament, let alone letting her escape, even taking half a step back is a kind of disrespect for her identity.

The unique will of the sword fairy, inherited for thousands of years, has long been the highest state of being indifferent to life and death.

Therefore, as the ancestors of the demonic way, they admired each other and watched each other fall in admiration.

Facing this kind of enemy, can they think of how the ancestors of the three major demon sects fell?
It's really not wrong to die at the hands of such people.

at the same time.

Tianjian Peak.

Accompanied by a flash of light.

Wang Mu fell to the ground.

"It's here."

Nanrong Biyou looked around and frowned slightly, "Your Heavenly Sword Peak is pretty clean, you don't have a master, you don't have disciples, and you don't need those demon cultivators to come in."

Afterwards, she glanced at the distance, shook her head and said, "The formation protecting the mountain has been broken, and you peak leaders have also been severely injured. From the looks of it, you don't have much combat strength."

The snow-white light and shadow on the other side made Nan Rong Biyou slightly stunned for a few seconds.

"It's really amazing, I can still last until now..." Nanrong Biyou snorted, "What a sword fairy! He won't leave..."

"Look, your Elder Yan is over there...the other side is dark like the shadow of a high mountain, that's the fairy."

"This place can't be left anymore, I'll let you leave here later..."

Wang Mu shook his head. This long-distance teleportation felt like his body was being torn apart. The first teleportation was still a bit uncomfortable.Fortunately, his body is extremely strong, after a few breaths he came back to his senses and looked into the distance.

"Is this Immortal Zombie?"

Wang Mu took a deep breath and just glanced at it, which made his pupils ache a little.

What a perverted thing...

"This thing is immortal, it can only be sealed after its aura is wiped out..." Nanrong Biyou snorted, "After the Sword Sect is destroyed, the three demon sects will not care about the life and death of Huangtianzhou, It is estimated that after taking the secret treasure of the day, I want to slip away."

"This thing will let it continue to bring disaster to Huangtian Continent."

"Of course, with the ability and temperament of your Yan Jianxian, [-]% of you will choose to fall with this immortal zombie."

"That is to say, we will kill it with all our strength, and we will not make it a disaster for the common people."

"In this case, that is what I said, she will perish now."

Wang Mu's heart froze.

"Jianzong is gone, you can go to other Jianzong." Nanrong Biyou nodded, "Do you want to leave now? If you want, I can take you to Qianzhou in the end. There is also Jianzong there, and you can Learn sword."

Wang Mu shook his head.

"Aren't you leaving?" Nanrong Biyou glanced into the distance, his eyes turned cold, "Do you want to die here with her?"

Wang Mu still shook his head.

At this time.

The filthy aura of the immortal was spreading, and the arrogance was so high that it smashed towards the snow-white figure.

The entire sky seemed to be trembling.

The snow-white figure was instantly submerged, but soon, with a flash of sword light, the immortal arm was cut off by an inch, and the whole body was blasted out.

It's just that the figure also retreated a little in the void.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mu thought in his heart that he must work hard to cultivate in the future...

"If I don't leave, I won't die with her." Wang Mu took a deep breath.

"Oh?" Nanrong Biyou said, "Then what do you want to do? Don't tell me that you want to save her foolishly? You'd better weigh your own strength, your realm, if I'm not here, even The aftermath of the battle far away is unbearable."

Of course Wang Mu couldn't bear it himself.

In a battle of this level, to be honest, if you can come to Tianjian Peak, the terrifying aura alone is enough to crush the disciples below the golden core into powder.

If it wasn't for Nanrong Biyou who was at the side, Wang Mu would have disappeared immediately after teleporting in.

"Little guy... let's go." Wang Mu patted the bracelet.

call out!
A ray of brilliance emerged from within, turning into a blue and white Heavenly Sword.

The moment the Excalibur appeared.

The entire sword sect's aura suddenly changed!
As if it contained a certain principle of heaven and earth, it caused a huge change in the luck of the entire Sword Sect.

"This is... Qingshuang Sword?" Nanrong Biyou was startled, his eyes full of disbelief, "Why do you have this sword?"

Still intact?
"You repaired this sword?" Nanrong Biyou looked at Wang Mu, and a monstrous change occurred in his eyes.

The voice was full of extreme disbelief, and suppressed some kind of anger caused by discomfort

"No, no, no..." Wang Mu hurriedly said, "It wasn't completely repaired by me...the reason..."

He hasn't finished yet.

"I...I...I'm afraid..." The little sword spirit flew out and said timidly.

"Huh?" Wang Mu was taken aback.

Isn't it right, the dignified Qingshuang Excalibur, are you afraid of being immortal?
Anyway, you followed Yan Qingwu for so many years, and I don't know how many strong men who died under your sword...

You told me you were afraid?
Is it just restored and not fully activated yet?
"I'm a little afraid of Master..."

The little sword spirit got into the Qingshuang sword and whispered, "I want you to accompany me..."

ha?
I'm a little Qi Cultivation cultivator, am I courting death if I go?
Moreover…

Just as Wang Mu was about to refute, the Qingshuang Sword burst out with a radiant divine light, covering Wang Mu's body, as if protecting him.

Then the hilt of the sword fell into Wang Mu's hand, and with a whistling, it flew into the void with him, turning into a stream of light.

"???" Wang Mu asked.

"???" Nan Rong Biyou.

She stared blankly, as if stupid.

A sense of surprise began to spread in the eyes, then turned into unwillingness, and finally turned into anger...

Even, as if she didn't want to see the next scene, she raised her hand and raised it again. With the flash of water, Nanrong Biyou took a hard look at that position, and then disappeared in place...

at the same time.

The immortal zombie punched Yan Qingwu again.

Yan Qingwu's eyes were fixed, and her heart trembled suddenly, as if she had sensed something...

In the next second, a blue divine light flew into the void, and cut off the arm of the immortal and thick Ruoxiong Mountain with a single sword!

Wow, the dazzling luster exudes a divine might that purifies the heavens!
In an instant, many pairs of eyes stared at this scene, and were stunned.

The luster manifested, and it turned out to be a man standing in midair holding a blue sword.

In an instant, the person with many gazes was dumbfounded.

"Cyan Frost Excalibur!!"

"Cyan Frost Sword?"

"How could it be this sword!!"

"How could it be you?"

"That kid is Wang Mu?"

……

There was silence in the air.

"My lord, look! What is that!"

Outside of Jianzong, on top of an unnamed mountain.

Several figures stared at the front impressively.

"That's the Cyan Frost Sword!"

"Such divine power can only be achieved by the Qingshuang Sword... Your lord, hasn't this sword been destroyed by you long ago?"

"It's so powerful, it's worthy of the divine sword that Sword Immortal Yan used to sweep Jiuzhou... Hey, why is there someone under the light of the sword? Who is this?"

"Strange, how can this damaged sword be repaired? The lord's unparalleled bell has barely been repaired until now. This divine sword is stronger than your lord's unparalleled bell in terms of power. More completely...almost impossible to recover."

"Jianzong is the only Cheng Tianyong who knows how to refine weapons. With his level, it is absolutely impossible to repair them. This kind of divine object is no longer measurable by level..."

"Our sect, is there anyone who can refine weapons... Let me tell you..."

"My lord, my lord? Are you talking?"

now.

On the mountain peak, the lord in the red dress was extremely silent.

Only his eyes were fixed on the blue sword light.

She gritted her teeth and suddenly smiled charmingly:
"Stop arguing."

Everyone fell silent immediately.

"It's really amazing." The lord pursed the bright red lips of Ruoxue, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a wonderful arc. The expression hidden in his eyes was unknown, "You are really amazing, unconsciously, this After repairing this thing, it still appears at this time. Xiao Biyou's prediction is really accurate, but I didn't expect you to repair this thing..."

"Okay very..."

"It's very good!!!"

A group of elders from the Fengyue Sect heard the overwhelming anger hidden in the mouth of the Lord.

Everyone was too scared to speak.

I don't know why the Lord is so angry.

This is simply a miracle in the history of Fengyuezong...

Even if Yan Qingwu ruined Wushuangling back then, she didn't have such anger...

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"If I'm not blind, it's Wang Mu, right?"

Below Jianzong, the six peak leaders who were adjusting their breath watched this scene in astonishment.

His jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The six heads are filled with question marks at the moment.

"Why did he appear at this time?" Jane Wuqing felt that she was the suzerain for nothing. "Who the hell is this kid? How could the Qingshuang sword be intact? Don't say he repaired it, I don't believe it!"

Several people were silent.

"This, the Qingshuang Sword bears the karma of Elder Yan..." Lu Youlian said in a low voice, "Besides, this thing is extraordinary. I heard from my senior in the previous session of Yinjian Peak that this thing is said to be related to Yan. Elders have a somewhat special relationship..."

Several people have actually vaguely heard of it.

But not much is known.

They are much younger than Elder Yan.

"It's possible, he really repaired it..." Only Cheng Tianyong shook his head and said.

"Ah, how do you say that?"

Cheng Tianyong told the story of Wang Mu's coming to him.

"Thinking about it now..." Cheng Tianyong said, "I feel that this kid might have made a special trip to ask about this at the time, but it's not easy to ask directly...by excuse..."

"..."

"Why would he want to help Elder Yan restore this sword?" Wu Dayong asked strangely, "Isn't it too much for this kid to repay his kindness... Although it is indeed a great kindness to preach and receive karma, it shouldn't be like this, old Cheng .How difficult is it to repair this Qingshuang Sword?"

"Add up all the master craftsmen in the world, maybe [-]% to [-]% can be repaired." Cheng Tianyong said, "But it is absolutely impossible to restore it so intact... This kind of supernatural power is unparalleled!"

"Only the god-grade sword that has been infused with the blood of sages and has perfect karma can possess such divine power..."

"The blood of the sages... the world has changed for thousands of years, does that thing still exist?"

"It should not exist. If there is, there won't be any rumors in the world of cultivating immortals in Jiuzhou." Cheng Tianyong thought for a while, "Perhaps, this kid used other methods... Anyway, I can't understand..."

The rest of the people said, who can understand this?
Since this kid joined Jianzong, no one can see what's going on with him...

"However, Elder Yan has this divine sword in his hand..." Jian Wuqing said gratifiedly, "This time, our Sword Sect is out of crisis, not only that... the prestige is even better!"

"Is that so, I feel that there is something wrong with Elder Yan's aura..."

midair.

Yan Qingwu looked not far ahead, the divine sword she was so familiar with, and... the man holding the divine sword.

For thousands of years, no one has touched this sword except her.

There were rare fluctuations in her eyes.

"Not me, not me!"

Seeing this, Wang Mu almost lost his soul, "This sword brought me up, and it has nothing to do with me."

This little sword spirit is simply a fool!

How can you take revenge on your benefactor like this?
I tried my best to save you, how could you put me in such a dangerous situation?
That's abominable!

"Master..." the little sword spirit buzzed, with a timid voice.

She was so timid that she didn't want to leave Wang Mu's hand.

I don't know if it's because I'm greedy for the temperature in the palm of my hand after a thousand years, or because I'm really afraid of the master who has followed me for thousands of years?
Wang Mu didn't know, his mind was blank now.

My head is full of things I want to send.

"Hold the sword."

Yan Qingwu's face was as immutable as ever, she closed her eyes, wondering if she didn't want people to see the complexity in her eyes.

As the saying goes, Wang Mu suddenly grasped the Qingshuang sword, and before he could react, he saw Yan Qingwu had come to his side.

I saw her holding her palms, and Wang Mu's body seemed to be controlled by her involuntarily.

next second.

"rise!"

Yan Qingwu gushed out a surge of spiritual power, as well as that huge sword intent, which merged with the Qingshuang Sword in Wang Mu's hand.

Endless sword lights soared into the sky.

One hundred feet, one thousand feet, ten thousand feet...

It seems that the endless creatures in the entire Huangtian Continent can feel this divine power.

Under this sword, Wang Mu's heart trembled, knowing that Yan Qingwu didn't seem to have other distracting thoughts at the moment.

"cut!"

Somehow, he had some understanding of this sword.

it seems...

Boom!

Before he could react, the sword cut down, and the world seemed to be split in two.

The boundless cloud and mist exploded, and the immortal froze into two pieces. The two demon patriarchs in the distance were terrified, turned into a bloody light, and escaped directly into the void.

In the endless sword light, the immortal froze in two and fell into the sea of ​​clouds, but his body was wriggling, as if he was recovering.

Watching this scene, Wang Mu was shocked by Yan Qingwu's strength.

In the next second, the divine sword in his hand was released instantly, and flew to Yan Qingwu's body involuntarily.

She flicked her fingers, a sword light wrapped Wang Mu, and sent him down.

As several sword lights turned around, the wriggling immortal zombie was intertwined and sealed by the sword lights. No matter how difficult it was to move, it finally slowly sank into the sea of ​​clouds...

But Wang Mu fell to Tianjian Peak.

Lying on the ground, Wang Mu looked at the familiar blue sky again, feeling a little complicated...

Nan Rong Biyou was no longer around.

I don't know when, she seems to have gone...

Wang Mu was silent.

The breeze blew past, and a note suddenly floated on Wang Mu's face.

He picked it up and saw that there was a beautiful and familiar font on it, with several large characters written on it:

"Dongfang Mu! You are dead!"

"Deserved!"

"I will never come to save you!"

That is, the handwriting left by Nanrong Biyou...

(End of this chapter)