The strongest sword god system

The sky is scarlet like a picture scroll, blood mist is floating, and the whole world is filled with a faint blood, swaying with the wind.

In the undulating vast forest, the peaks point directly at the sky like unsheathed swords.

An incomparably huge waterfall is like a giant dragon lying on the peaks, flying straight down for hundreds of feet.

Under the huge drop, the deafening rumbling sound resounded in this world.

This terrifying impact is enough to smash the rocks, and the rocks below the waterfall are as smooth as a mirror.

Hush!White air rose from the surrounding rocks, and a thin figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on it.

The breeze from the mountain stream blew over the rocks, stirring up white air all around.

The long hair draped over the shoulders of this thin figure was also curled, revealing a rather linear side face, like the edges and corners carved out of a mountain rock with a sharp knife, filled with the unique charm of men.

This kind of charm is definitely not something that Liu Dong and others can possess.

Hush!The falling waterfall impacted on this figure, the terrifying force was enough to tear apart any rocks, but this thin figure remained motionless, and the thin blue shirt was not even stained with any water vapor, which looked extremely strange.

Abandoned Qingshan, called Abandoned Qingshan, but only wears a thin green shirt all year round.

boom!boom!The rumbling sound echoed in the mountain stream, and the figure in the blue shirt was as motionless as the rocks in the mountain stream.

It wasn't until the sharp breaking wind sounded in the distant sky that Ai Qingshan slowly opened his eyes. His deep eyes were like the black night sky, which made people fall into it and couldn't extricate themselves.

Abandoning the green shirt slowly got up, his straight figure was like a sharp sword, splitting the waterfall in two.

With one hand behind his back, he abandoned his green shirt and took a step forward without haste, but his whole body appeared like a ghost a few feet away, on a rock several feet in size, on which was placed an incense burner emitting white gas and celadon teacups.

Picking up the celadon teacup, Ai Qingshan's white fingers gently touched the tea leaves, and said lazily, "How's the progress?"

"Because of the deliberate actions of the disciples of Tianya Sect, I am afraid that no one in the whole blood training space will not know the existence of this ancient sword tomb!"

"In just a few days, elite disciples from various sects have come to the peaks of the Sword Tomb!"

"Among them, Dao Sansheng from Sword Pavilion and Meng Lingyun from Zhuang Mengge also appeared in the Sword Tomb Peaks!"

A hoarse voice like an old man resounded under the waterfall, and a ghostly figure roared towards him, appearing behind the abandoned green shirt.

The whole body of this person was covered by loose black clothes, and his face could not be seen clearly, only the pair of poisonous snake-like eyes could be seen, which were piercingly cold.

"Langya Sect, Sword Pavilion, Zhuangmeng Pavilion, Baichi Sect, Tianya Pavilion!" Abandoned Qingshan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, without much surprise on his face: "No one can resist these temptations, even Dao Sansheng and Meng Lingyun I can't stop it!"

Picking up the teacup, the abandoned green shirt took a sip, and his deep eyes fell on the clouds. In the middle of the peaks, there was a majestic and majestic sword peak, like a thousand-foot sword, trying to pierce the bloody sky. The distance is far away, but it gives people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

It seems that this sword peak is not a mountain, but a fierce sword that slaughters the world.

"Now only the disciples of the Baichi Sect are left!" Under the black robe, a slight chill flashed in the poisonous snake-like eyes of the young man in the black robe.

"They will come!" Abandoned the green shirt and said lightly, with a trace of a book in his brows. At this moment, he looks like a refined scholar, without the edge that a warrior should have.

After a pause, the abandoned green shirt seemed to recall something: "How many disciples in the sect have reached the peaks of the Sword Tomb?"

"There are 760 disciples of the Langya Sect, and 430 of them belong to our own team!" the black-robed youth said without hesitation.

"Where's that girl Nalan Zi?" Abandoned Qingshan frowned slightly, his angular face looked extremely handsome.

"Not here yet!" The black-robed youth looked at the abandoned green shirt meaningfully, and hesitated to speak.

"Just say what you want to say, this is not like your fangs!" Abandoned Qingshan lightly shook the delicate celadon teacup in his hand, and chuckled.

"I still don't understand why you treat Nalan Zi so kindly. I know that with your temperament, you will never like a woman as beautiful as Nalan Zi!" A rare frenzy flashed in the cold eyes of the young man in black robe. Hue: "The outer gate is too small after all, it's not your stage, if it weren't for the sword tomb peaks, maybe last year, you and I would both have entered the inner gate!"

"You also said that the outer gate is too small, so it's definitely not our stage!" Qi Qingshan said in a long tone, "The inner gate is our stage. Nalan Zi's father is an elder!"

"Only this identity, Nalan Zi is enough for me to pay attention to!" Shrugging casually, throwing away the green shirt and turning around, meeting the eyes of the young man in black robe, "Occasionally satisfying that girl's vexatious request is also a matter of little effort, It's not troublesome!"

"By the way, there is another interesting thing!" The tone of the young man in black suddenly became a little cheerful, and there was a hint of teasing in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Abandoned Qingshan pursed his lips and chuckled.

"That bastard Liu Dong has come to us!" The black-clothed youth's words became more and more sadistic.

"Liu Dong?" Abandoned Qingshan looked puzzled, and immediately remembered who Liu Dong was: "Isn't this guy leading hundreds of disciples in the sect, how did he find us?"

"Although I don't know what happened, Liu Dong's team has been wiped out." The young man in black couldn't help but smile: "Now, he wants to join our team!"

"Oh, interesting!" Some disdain slowly climbed up on the sharp-edged face of the abandoned green shirt: "Not any waste can join my abandoned green shirt team! The blood training space has been opened for several months, and now the surviving There are still more than 4000 survivors, and only a hundred of these people can walk out of the blood refining space, Fang Fang, you are ready to go, 430 and five people are too many!" At the end, the voice of abandoning the green shirt became a little cold, revealing With a little coldness: "Sometimes, necessary sacrifices are still necessary!"

"I know what to do, I won't disturb your cultivation!" The figure of the young man in black disappeared into the mountain stream like a python.

"Qin Wumo, this is a game. Who will win in this game?" The exquisite teacup in Qi Qingshan's hand cracked, and he slowly raised his head, looking far away with a little expectation. Landing on a mountain peak second only to Qianzhang Sword Peak, his gaze seemed to have pierced the void, and he saw a tall and straight figure standing proudly in the vast sea of ​​clouds on the straight Sword Peak.

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, the peaks are like a solitary boat in the sea of ​​clouds, and the raised peaks are like hidden reefs on the coast.

A tall and straight, mountain-like figure stood on the top of Baizhang Mountain, his eyes looked up at the gigantic thousand-zhang peak in front of him, with a little tired look on his brows.

Qin Wumo, the outer sect genius well known in Tianya Pavilion.

The ink-like military uniform reflects his taller figure. In Qin Wumo's right hand, he is holding an ink pen tightly. The ink pen is slender and straight like a sword.

"Brother Mo, the three disciples from Langya Sect 760, the six disciples from Zhuangmeng Pavilion 530, and the seven disciples from Sword Pavilion 840 have gathered around the peaks of the Sword Tomb!" Several Tianya Pavilion disciples stood cautiously behind Qin Wumo, with respectful expressions road.

"By tomorrow, maybe all the survivors in the blood refinement space will appear, heh, there are more than [-] people, this blood is enough!" Qin Wumo chuckled, and the tired look on his brows disappeared at this time , even showing a little excitement.

"I seem to have seen some clues in the abandoned green shirt!" A disciple with thin cheeks said worriedly.

"If it weren't for this, how could abandoning the green shirt allow me to make the news of the sword tomb public!" Qin Wumo waved his hand, but there was a sense of confidence and domineering in his words: "He abandoned the green shirt for a long time. I, Qin Wumo, gave up the opportunity to enter the inner sect, and I, Qin Wumo, did the same. Hmph! The inheritance in the sword tomb is destined to belong to Qin Wumo, and no one can take it away!" An extremely fierce aura permeated Qin Wumo's body. When he came out, he could faintly see a little zhenqi circulating on his skin.

Condensation!The Tianya Pavilion disciples standing behind Qin Wumo all clenched their fists tightly, their eyes showed excitement, and even the disciple who spoke before said cautiously: "Brother Mo, have you stepped into the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"Half-step concentration!" Qin Wumo said lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing some unconcealable arrogance...

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