True Immortal of the Netherworld

Xu Yang and Liu Haiyu looked at each other.

If the little Taoist priest in front of him is really a powerful person from Qinglian Dojo thousands of years ago, he may have lost his memory due to the war between humans and demons thousands of years ago. I really don’t know how to explain this thousand-year story to him. But what is certain is that this "little Taoist priest" has a special liking for the stone carving of the woman behind him.

If you don't ask for clarification, and don't say anything else, at least the pair of blue water flame spirits that were taken away by the woman's stone carving cannot be easily retrieved. The little Taoist priest was always partial to the woman's stone carving.

Xu Yang frowned slightly and thought to himself: "This little Taoist priest comes from the same sect as Master Liu Haiyu, so he is probably the ancestor of Liu Haiyu's sect. Moreover, the skill he just showed with his sword is by no means simple, even if it is just a sword without The spiritual body of the flesh is also a master like Master Guigu Yeyan, so it is extremely difficult to deal with it by force. "

Thinking of this, Xu Yang took the initiative to ask: "Senior, do you know the origin of the Giant Sword Mountain under your feet?"

The little Taoist priest said without hesitation: "I planted it here."

"Excuse me, senior, where did the flying sword formations around the mountain come from?" Xu Yang asked.

"Of course I got it too," the little Taoist said casually. After speaking, the corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, and he skillfully blew a strand of long hair scattered in front of his forehead.

Uninhibited and free!

When Liu Haiyu heard this, he was convinced that the "little Taoist" in front of him must be a powerful person who participated in the war between humans and demons in Qinglian Dojo thousands of years ago. He was the person who almost single-handedly stopped the demon army. The legend about this little Taoist priest has always been circulated in Qinglian Dojo. Liu Haiyu has regarded him as his idol and the target of pursuit very early on. There is no doubt that this "little Taoist priest" is the person he is looking for.

Liu Haiyu's heart was filled with excitement, and he immediately asked: "Senior, can you remember your name?"

Liu Haiyu wanted to confirm again. This matter was of great importance. If he admitted the wrong person, he would be in trouble. He knew that the legendary figure who was regarded as a great hero by Qinglian Dojo was called "Qingyu Zhenren".

The little Taoist priest looked surprised and said: "Is the name important? I forgot."

Liu Haiyu was speechless, not knowing how to communicate with the "little Taoist" in front of him.

Xu Yang sent a message to Liu Haiyu: "Let me try."

Liu Haiyu nodded slightly. He was a little excited, but his thoughts were not as clear as Xu Yang's.

Xu Yang asked respectfully again: "Senior, do you know the origin of the stone carving behind you?"

When the little Taoist priest heard that Xu Yang asked about the stone carvings, he was stunned for a moment, then turned back and looked at the stone carvings of a woman infatuatedly, and said categorically: "She is my goddess."

Turning around, the little Taoist priest said with a cold face: "What? You two sneaked up the mountain to disturb my goddess?"

"No, no, no." Xu Yang waved his hands repeatedly.

"Then what are you here for?" the little Taoist said in a bad tone.

Xu Yang had an idea, smiled, and then explained: "The two of us are here for sightseeing. This Giant Sword Mountain is tall and majestic. It starts from the sky, falls to the sky, and stands on top of the sky. It can be called the best sword in the world. And the clouds on the top of the mountain The sword formation is a magical thing that can only be found in the outer world. It is truly a blessing in life to be able to visit this place, especially knowing that the giant sword mountain and the flying sword formation are the masterpieces of the seniors, which makes the younger generation feel respected. . Today, we are lucky enough to meet our senior. What is even more enviable is that the beautiful stone carving behind our senior is truly a fairy descending to earth and a stone princess appearing. It is so beautiful. However, we can only envy our seniors and never dare to overstep our bounds."

"Haha." When the little Taoist priest heard this, the chill on his face disappeared immediately, "You have a good sense. If my "herring zi" swordsmanship is second in the world, no one would dare to say that I am the best in the world. Especially this. Are all your last words of praise for my goddess true? It’s true that heroes think alike.”

Liu Haiyu on the side was excited and complained, "This senior is really Qingyu Zhenren. However, it is too fake for a person who has lost his memory to wake up his memory with a few words of flattery."

Ming Lin, who was lying on Xu Yang's shoulder, stretched out a dragon toe and praised: "Master, your flattery skills have improved a lot."

Xu Yang smiled slightly and turned his gaze to Liu Haiyu who was aside.

Liu Haiyu nodded in understanding, quickly adjusted his clothes, puffed them out, and knelt on his knees in front of the "little Taoist priest".

Without saying anything, he kowtowed three times.

He raised his head and said excitedly: "If the senior is really Qingyu Zhenren, he should be my master uncle according to his seniority. I am Liu Haiyu, Qinglian Dojo's disciple Qingguzi Zhenren, please refer to the master uncle."

Hearing this, the little Taoist priest rolled his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said with a blank look on his face: "Have I told you? I am Qingyu Zhenren? Who is Qing Guzi?"

Liu Haiyu looked embarrassed and stood up. Not knowing what to do, he quickly asked: "Senior, have you lost your memory?"

The little Taoist priest said disapprovingly: "No. I am who I am, and I am here to always protect my goddess."

After saying that, the little Taoist priest cast his unchanging gaze at the woman's stone carving behind him.

Once in love, that's it.

Seeing this, Xu Yang quickly calculated in his mind: "We can't argue back and forth with this amnesia master here. The blue water flame spirit is still on the body of the woman's stone carving. Regarding the amnesia of this Qingyu master, most likely it has something to do with the woman's stone carving opposite. Related. We must find a way to attract the attention of Master Qingyu, and then go over to see what clues there are about the woman's stone carvings before we can find a solution to the problem. "

Thinking of this, Xu Yang said respectfully: "Senior, Qinglian Dojo is the leading swordsmanship sect in the entire Zhongyuan Continent. And the Liu Haiyu in front of you is the only swordsmanship disciple in Qinglian Dojo. He His swordsmanship is astonishing, ranking first in Zhongyuan Continent. He came here to learn some swordsmanship from his seniors."

Upon hearing this, the little Taoist priest looked Liu Haiyu up and down carefully, nodded and said: "Yes, he does have a unique sword spirit. I have spent my life challenging other sword cultivators as my path to practice. Today, you, a little sword cultivator, want to challenge me, and so do I. I won’t refuse. I want to see what’s different about your swordsmanship.”

Liu Haiyu looked confused and immediately sent a message to Xu Yang: "What do you want to do? Do you want me and senior to do it?"

Xu Yang immediately sent a message and responded: "You and senior start a fight, so I have a chance to get close to the woman's stone carving. If senior can restore his memory, the key lies in the woman's stone carving. However, I just don't know if you can take it. What are the tricks of this Qingyu master?"

Liu Haiyu has always been arrogant. After hearing Xu Yang's words, he thought, if he can really help Qingyu Master regain his memory and learn the sword moves known as the number one swordsman in Zhongyuan Continent a thousand years ago, why not do it? So he said loudly: "Junior really intends to ask senior for some advice."

"Liu Shiyu, you don't have to be modest. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the way of swordsmanship. Everyone's swordsmanship is different. Therefore, everyone's swordsmanship also has its own advantages. You can use the swordsmanship in your heart That’s good.” The little Taoist replied.

"I don't know anything about swordsmanship, so I won't disturb the two of you. I'll just watch it from a distance. Today, I was lucky enough to see the duel between two top swordsmen. It's really a worthwhile trip."

Xu Yang said, stepped aside far away, and stood with his hands tied.

The scales lying on Xu Yang's shoulders were somewhat covered, and he thought to himself: "When will it be our turn to take action?"

An open space.

The little Taoist priest and Liu Haiyu stood ten feet apart, looking at each other.

At this moment, there was not a trace of unnecessary spiritual power fluctuations in either of them.

A loose strand of long hair in front of the little Taoist priest's forehead lay quietly next to the little Taoist priest's cheek, like a virgin. But Liu Haiyu, dressed in blue, remained motionless, like autumn water.

quiet!

The stillness of the Tao!

The stillness of the sword!

Suddenly, at this moment, Liu Haiyu and the little Taoist priest were like two divine swords that had not yet been drawn out of their sheaths, with their blades hidden in their sheaths. Their stillness made people feel very shocked.

This was probably the case at the beginning of Sword Intent.

Their gazes were straight, and they collided at a certain point in the void.

Even without making a move, both sides could already see thousands of sword moves in their respective eyes. The swords clashed thousands of times, but nothing happened.

In the sword intention, this is probably the case.

Quite a while.

Liu Haiyu flipped his wrist, and a blue water condensed in his palm, revealing the Ruoshui sword that he was good at using.

The three-foot green front is as invisible as water.

The Ruoshui Sword was given by Liu Haiyu's master and Qingguzi, the Supreme Master of Qinglian Dojo. It is one of the top three Taoist swords in Qinglian Dojo. And Liu Haiyu has already refined Ruoshui Sword into his natal sword. It can be retracted and released freely, just like limbs.

Liu Haiyu's physical body can be said to be the scabbard of Ruoshui Sword, and the human sword is one.

At this moment, the sword has been unsheathed.

On the surface of the water sword, hundreds of water lines are flowing continuously, as if there are hundreds of rivers surging at the same time. Although it only makes a slight buzzing sound, it is as shocking as the roar of hundreds of rivers.

The rise of sword intent is probably like this.

The little Taoist priest opposite glanced at the Ruoshui sword in Liu Haiyu's hand, nodded and said, "It's a good sword."

But the little Taoist priest had no intention of taking out the Taoist sword he was using. He put one hand behind his back and put the other hand naturally in front of him. It doesn't look like they are competing with swords, but they look like they are admiring the scenery.

Comfortable!

uninhibited!

Chic!

Liu Haiyu secretly thought in his heart: "Does Master Qingyu want to compete with me with bare hands? As the legendary number one swordsman in Zhongyuan Continent a thousand years ago, Master Qingyu has enough arrogant capital. But this is not what I, Liu Haiyu, want Yes, victory must be fair and honest, and defeat must be complete. This is my way of swordsmanship, Liu Haiyu.”

Thinking of this, Liu Haiyu pointed the tip of the Ruoshui Sword in his hand towards the other side and said loudly: "Senior, please draw your sword."

Sharp!

noble!

pride!

If sword cultivators point their swords at each other in a sparring match, they are extremely serious and will most likely be fighting to the death. This is the dignity of a swordsman.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu did not insist on fighting the little Taoist priest opposite him with swordsmanship, but his pride was at work. As a leader among the younger generation of disciples in Qinglian Dojo, Liu Haiyu has always been proud, there is no doubt about it. This pride will never allow anyone to despise or underestimate it.

Proud man, proud heart, proud sword.

But the little Taoist priest opposite had a free and easy look on his face, still carrying it with one hand on his back, habitually blowing a strand of long hair scattered in front of his forehead with the corner of his mouth, and the curled hair swam like a fish.

Then he responded loudly: "I am also a sword, and the sword is also me."

Eight words are enough!

In the entire Zhongyuan Continent, there are tens of thousands of sword cultivators, among whom there are hundreds of peak swordsmen. Those who are qualified to say these eight words can only count them on one hand.

At this moment, the incomparable Giant Sword Mountain at the feet of the little Taoist priest and the majestic formation of flying swords on the side of the mountain can prove that he is worthy of these eight words. He was the number one swordsman in Zhongyuan Continent a thousand years ago. people.

His name is Herring.

The next moment, the figure of the little Taoist priest began to blur, like ripples in the water, and the shape of a sword with the tip pointing downwards vaguely appeared.

In just a few breaths, the little Taoist priest's body disappeared, but where he landed there was a Taoist sword shaped like a herring.

The Taoist sword is three feet long, and the herring is free.

"Buzz!"

The Tao sword hums, like a dragon's roar or a phoenix's cry, and it is also the cry in the heart of the peak swordsman.

The end of the sword's will, probably like this.