Boss, keep a low profile

Outside the gate of Momen Mountain, the scene in front of her made the charming Mu Bailu open her plump red lips.

Nanwu, who was always in a daze and had a dull expression, now had a burning gaze, put his hands together, bowed in the direction of the Wanmin Bell, and said in his heart: "Amitabha."

The Wanmin Bell in Qingzhou is a well-known magic weapon. These hundreds of magic weapons are the best representation of the attitude and philosophy of these sword sects.

If there is injustice in the world, it will be settled with a sword!

The loudness and frequency of the bell represent whether the problem is serious.

This thunderous bell sound echoed nine times in one breath, which is the highest level of warning!

And this kind of warning can only be issued by the Sword Sect Sword Master.

The heads of various sects are aware of this, and practitioners in other states have also heard of it.

It has been more than 10,000 years since the first generation of Sword Master refined the Ten Thousand People Bell. In these 10,000 years, the nine thunder bells are the first time!

This means that Qingzhou has encountered an unprecedented disaster.

Mu Bailu recalled the sound just now, which was calm and solemn, and guessed that it was the voice of Sword Master of the Sword Sect!

"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please raise your sword!"

Mu Bailu and Nanwu chewed on this sentence repeatedly.

Catastrophe?

What kind of catastrophe did Qingzhou encounter that made Master Sword Master take it so seriously?

What really shocked people was the attitude and posture of this black-robed man.

At the gate of Momen Mountain, this man appeared and raised his sword in one go without any hesitation.

Decisive.

Unrestrained.

As the head of Momen, how could he not know the meaning of these nine thunders?

But he just flicked his finger, and the green air rushed into the sky.

——Qingzhou Momen, raise your sword!

This is the attitude of the head of the Mo Sect, the attitude when facing disasters and catastrophes.

Or... it is courage!

Mu Bailu looked at this figure and suddenly remembered the widely circulated saying "Once you see Chaoge, you will be ruined for life".

She felt that at least she would always remember the scene just now.

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Qingzhou, Mojian Mountain.

Mojian Mountain is also a subordinate sect of the Sword Sect, but its temporary ranking is much higher than that of the Mo Sect.

At this moment, a figure in a blue robe appeared in front of the Wanmin Bell.

This person is Sun Qijing, the head of Mojian Mountain, known as Jing Zhenren.

Soon, six figures appeared behind him one by one, some men and some women, these people are the elders of Mojian Mountain.

"Head, nine thunders! Sword Master transmits the sound!" A female elder stepped forward and couldn't help but speak.

Sun Qijing nodded, his expression solemn.

"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please raise your sword." His slightly hoarse voice repeated the voice transmission from the Ten Thousand People Bell just now.

"This is the first case in more than 10,000 years." Sun Qijing looked up at the gray sky and said, "It seems that something big is going to happen."

He could hear what the voice transmission of the Sword Master meant.

Although he didn't know what it was, the attitude of the Sword Sect was already very clear.

This bell sound and voice transmission must have been conveyed to all subordinate sects.

It is impossible to have such a standard unless it is a catastrophe that affects the whole state.

And since it affects the whole state, it is natural to use the power of the whole state.

Sun Qijing closed his eyes tightly, formed a sword seal with his hands, and then lightly touched his forehead, and his consciousness began to cover the surroundings.

Soon, he opened his eyes.

"In the Qinglongchuan area, there are sects that have raised their swords." Sun Qijing said in a deep voice.

"Hmm? Which sect?" asked a male elder.

"Mo Sect." Sun Qijing mentioned a sect that no one had any impression of a few years ago, but has become famous in recent years because of one person.

"This Lu Chaoge... is a wonderful person." For a moment, several elders didn't know how to evaluate him.

Sun Qijing smiled slightly, as if he remembered something interesting, and said: "My fellow brothers and sisters, do you still remember the time when we went down the mountain to eliminate demons when the Wanmin Bell rang when we were young?"

"What are you asking, Master Brother? How can I not remember it? Look at my injury, isn't it left from that year?" A male elder replied.

Another male elder said, "Humph! If it weren't for the evil demon cultivator, which caused my consciousness to be severely damaged, I think my limit should not be just this. At least I can break through the third realm. How could I be stuck at this bottleneck for ten years?"

"Oh, Senior Brother Chen, you didn't say that back then. You said that you would break through and then stand up, and you would soar into the sky in the future."

Everyone talked and laughed, and the depression and solemn atmosphere just now were diluted a lot.

When they heard the head brother take the initiative to mention that everyone went down the mountain together to eliminate the demon cultivator, they roughly understood what the head brother meant.

[Raise the sword] is actually a pledge of allegiance.

Next, it is necessary to use the strength of the entire sect.

Even if the inheritance is cut off and the incense is extinguished, it is worth it!

If it were in the past, although everyone was a subordinate sect of the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect would not have to do this when passing on orders.

Sun Qijing took out his own natal sword from the storage ring and performed a sword salute to the elders, just like in the past.

However, what he said back then was: "My fellow brothers and sisters, are you willing to follow me down the mountain to slay demons and eliminate evil?"

What he said today was: "My fellow brothers and sisters, are you willing to work together and not worry about life and death?"

Everyone took out their natal swords one by one and responded with a sword salute.

"Please give your orders, Master!"

Sun Qijing laughed loudly, and his laughter spread throughout the entire Jianshan Mountain.

Just like when he was full of vigor and spirit, leading a group of junior brothers and sisters down the mountain.

This man with white hair actually had a hint of the vigor and spirit of his youth!

——Just like a young man.

He raised his right hand, flicked his finger, and a sword energy from his fingertip hit the Wanmin Bell at the gate of Jianshan Mountain.

In an instant, the sound of the bell echoed among the peaks.

The disciples of Jianshan Mountain clenched their natal swords, watching the green air spread, then rushed straight into the sky and turned into a green giant sword.

Sun Qijing's slightly hoarse voice spread all around.

"Qingzhou Jianshan, raise the sword!"

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Qingzhou, Yinyang Sword Pond.

Yinyang Sword Pond is the first existence among the 300 subordinate sects of the Sword Sect in the past fifty years.

In the whole Qingzhou, besides the Sword Sect, the most powerful one is the Yin Yang Sword Pool.

This sect was established earlier than most of the [Hundred Sects].

But in this not-so-long history, it has emerged as a rising star and has become stronger and stronger, until now it has become an existence below one sect and above hundreds of sects.

The sound of the Wanmin Bell echoed in the peaks of the Yin Yang Sword Pool.

The head of the Yin Yang Sword Pool is a woman named Mu Qing.

She has a strong heroic spirit. Although she is a woman, she has sword eyebrows.

She has slightly high cheekbones and a tall figure, and she exudes the aura of a superior from head to toe.

In fact, she is also resolute in her daily actions.

Many people in Qingzhou say that she is the balance of power in Qingzhou.

Mu Qing looked up at the Wanmin Bell, with her hands behind her back, and the index finger of her right hand gently tapped the back of her left hand.

The senior leaders of the Yin Yang Sword Pool stood behind her, looking at the Wanmin Bell, with solemn faces.

"Those who wish to quell the catastrophe, please raise your sword." Mu Qing repeated this sentence.

She snorted and turned her head to ask, "Is there anyone who is unwilling?"

No one spoke.

Yin Yang Sword Pond has its own pride.

The second largest sect in Qingzhou has its own majesty.

In the catastrophe of heaven and earth, among the three hundred subordinate sects, Yin Yang Sword Pond will naturally bear the brunt!

As sword cultivators, how can we be afraid of fighting?

When Mu Qing saw that no one spoke, a rare smile appeared on her face.

She also took out her natal sword from the storage ring, but she did not perform a sword ceremony like Sun Qijing, but held the sword horizontally in front of her, looking heroic.

Everyone has their own style and their own attitude towards life.

She said loudly: "Yin Yang Sword Pond, the teachings of the ancestors!"

As soon as the voice fell, a group of senior officials spoke with her.

"Demons and demons are causing troubles in the world, kill!"

"Fellow sects are causing troubles in the world, kill!"

"Evil cultivators are causing troubles in the world, kill!"

"Strange beasts are causing troubles in the world, kill!"

"…….."

A series of killings, murderous intent filled the air.

The last words of the founder of Yin-Yang Sword Pool were:

"Swords are meant to be unsheathed!"

Mu Qing's slightly narrow eyes looked around at everyone.

Yin-Yang Sword Pool, all the sects practiced killing swords!

How could such a sect be afraid of fighting?

This heroic woman, with her back to the Wanmin Bell, raised her right hand and flicked her finger backwards.

A sword energy from her fingertips directly hit the Wanmin Bell, making a loud bell sound.

Green air filled the air and rushed straight into the sky, turning into a green air sword.

"Qingzhou Yin-Yang Sword Pool, raise your sword!"

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Above the nine heavens, a middle-aged Confucian scholar held a copper bell, his consciousness was released, and his eyes overlooked the earth.

One after another, green air rose into the sky.

Starting from the Mo Sect, it spread to the surroundings.

One green air, two green air, three green air... a hundred green air.

At this moment, no matter which area of ​​Qingzhou you are in, as long as you look up at the sky, you can see at least one sky-high sword.

If there are densely populated subordinate sects of the Sword Sect in some areas, then if you look up, you can even see several green airs in one breath.

This day is destined to be a day that everyone in Qingzhou will never forget.

The sound of the Ten Thousand People Bell resounded for a hundred miles, coupled with the voice transmission of the Sword Master and the sound of the sword being raised one after another.

It can be said that this matter spread throughout the entire Qingzhou land in a very short time.

Qingzhou is a large state of swordsmanship, where there are many sword sects. The three hundred subordinate sects of the Sword Sect are actually only a part of it.

At this moment, it is not just these three hundred subordinate sects. In fact, all the sects and schools probably have a bottom line in their hearts.

Although I don’t know what happened, from the perspective of the situation, it is at least a major event that affects the whole state.

Can you keep yourself out of trouble?

In fact, you can.

As long as you run fast enough, even if you die in the end, you can die later.

If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.

The Sword Sect and its subordinate sects are naturally at the forefront.

However, the specific choice is a personal choice.

This place is the great state of swordsmanship.

More than 10,000 years ago, an emperor of all ages was born here.

With the name of one person, the name of the whole state, the eternal elegance!

For more than 10,000 years, the whole state has been devoted to the swordsmanship, and the practitioners are proud of the sword and the identity of swordsmen.

Even the children at the foot of the mountain, their favorite toys are wooden swords.

This is also the eternal elegance!

In this land, there are legends about swordsmen one after another.

On this land, when people living below the mountain encounter hardships, they will feel relieved and feel that they are saved when they see the cultivator with a long sword on his waist.

How many people have died, how many swords have been buried, and how many heroic names have been left on this land?

A hearty laugh suddenly came from a mountain peak.

"Xishan is willing to listen to the orders of the Sword Master and quell the catastrophe together!"

This is not a subordinate sect.

In another deep valley, bursts of sound came out.

"Ghost Sword Valley is willing to listen to the orders of the Sword Master and quell the catastrophe together!"

One after another, it resounded between heaven and earth.

A great state of swordsmanship for more than 10,000 years, and a great state of sword cultivation for more than 10,000 years!

——Qingzhou spirit!

Above the nine heavens, the middle-aged Confucian scholar put away the copper bell in his hand, and then bowed to the bottom.

He didn't know how many people would die next.

No one would know.

But he knew that someone would continue to raise the sword.

The magnificent Qingzhou, the green air filled the sky.

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In front of the gate of Momen Mountain, Lu Chaoge looked around.

There are already a large number of green air swords in the Qinglongchuan area.

In his previous life, he was not a Qingzhou player, nor was he a sword cultivator.

He has always been confused. Why among so many players, the sword cultivators have the strongest sense of substitution, and the sword cultivators are so arrogant?

Those who practice swords look down on everyone.

In this life, he understood.

Sword cultivators have their own pride in their bones.

At the same time, they have their own style and spirit.

After he raised his sword, figures appeared behind him.

The first to come here were Ji Changkong and Lu Dongli.

The appearance of Ji Changkong made Mu Bailu and Nanwu outside the mountain gate secretly shocked.

Although they had never seen Ji Changkong, they had heard of the four great swords and knew the appearance of Ji Changkong, one of the four great swords.

Now, feeling the terrible aura emanating from him, they immediately recognized him.

Now, due to the sudden incident, the two people who were paying respects to the mountain did not know whether to advance or retreat, so they were still in a daze in the air.

But because the mountain protection formation had opened a corner, the two of them could see and sense what was happening in the mountain.

Ji Changkong came to Lu Chaoge, looked up at the green sword that soared into the sky, and there was a satisfied look in his eyes.

But with the temperament of this old naughty boy and Lu Chaoge's decisive attitude, Ji Changkong couldn't help but mutter: "Hmph, do you know what it means to raise the sword? I think you are very free and easy, and you didn't hesitate for a moment, right?"

Lu Chaoge raised the corner of his mouth and said: "No."

This "no" choked Ji Changkong.

He didn't mean to scold him, but just laughed and scolded: "Young people don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth."

He wanted to say that if the sky collapsed, he would be the first to support it.

Unexpectedly, Lu Chaoge raised his eyebrows when he heard it, and immediately said something.

This sentence fell into the ears of Mu Bailu and Nanwu, and they were immediately shocked.

"Why should young people know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is?"