As soon as these three words came out, they were like thunder, causing everyone to take a breath of cold air. For many years, everyone who came to their mountain gate was not polite, or even cautious. They did not dare to be a little presumptuous, but today

This old man...

I really agree with the second half of the sentence, good people will never come!

"Aren't you still determined to give up? Just retreat and I will decide not to hold you accountable for breaking into my sword pavilion with a sword. Today's sword pavilion is no longer what it was 30 years ago. I hope that my seniors will not cut off that little bit of love!"

Qingqu's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura was still fierce, but he did not take action because he knew the origin of the person opposite him, and the more he knew, the more he understood how important it was.

Li Ziran chewed these words carefully beside him. The amount of information here is indeed quite large. Thirty years? Seniors? Incense and love? It’s a bit interesting. Thinking of the lonely old man, what he said before going up the mountain seems to be a bit key.

Ready to come out.

The old man turned a deaf ear to these words, and still looked at the heaven-shaking sword in the distance. The aura in his body that could not be compared to heaven and earth became stronger, as if his whole person was about to be separated from this world.

Seeing the old man's arrogant behavior, Qing Qu's face finally showed a hint of anger and murderous intent. He is now the headmaster of the Sword Sect, Tianzun, and his ability is already Tongxuan. If it weren't for the old guy opposite.

With a fierce reputation, I would not go to such great lengths to suddenly summon all the brothers from the Qing generation.

To put it bluntly, even though it has been decades, his skill in clearing drains is not the same as before. But he is still not sure that he will get any advantage from the person who comes here. All this is for safety, the person opposite can bet,

But I can't gamble, let alone this Daomen Jiange.

A group of Qing Dynasty sword pavilion great monks gathered their aura and rushed straight towards the old man. But the old man was like a boulder in the ocean waves. No matter how powerful the waves were, he remained unmoved. No one could figure it out.

Judging from his aura, he is already in the state of divine connection, so why can one person resist dozens of his peers?

The confrontation remained stalemate, with one party letting out all their energy, but the other party seemed not to care at all. The scene gradually became a little awkward, and the fellow brothers who broke out from behind also had their faces turn red and clenched their teeth.

The young disciples from various peaks who were watching the battle were whispering to each other and discussing the identity of the person coming. But obviously, the elders who knew about the incident were unwilling to mention more about what happened back then, so they did not even ask for the reason for a long time.

Everyone was confused, why didn't the headmaster Tianzun and those masters and masters who rarely see each other take action? They just allowed the old man to be so presumptuous on this sword testing platform. Their sword pavilion is an authentic Taoist sect, and they usually travel all over the world.

Who is not arrogant? What exactly is this person's background that makes even the headmaster so afraid.

Listening to the discussion that was gradually getting louder and even a little noisy, Headmaster Qingqu's face turned from white to red, from red to black. He also lost the calmness and calmness just now. I saw that his whole body was full of energy, and the corners of his clothes were showing.

It seems that my patience has reached its limit.

"rub"

"Click rub rub -"

Finally, the explosion came as promised, and the long sword in the Taoist Taoist's hand suddenly flew out, causing a clear sound. In an instant, the great monks of the Qing Dynasty seemed to have received the order, and various sword lights flashed. They all pulled out their own swords.

Sword. Flying up,

In the blink of an eye, the old man and Li Ziran were surrounded by a crowd of experts. Among these dozens of people, those with low cultivation levels were all real people in the late Zhenxuan period, and the few headed by Qingqu were even great cultivators of theosophy.

The old man grabbed Li Ziran's collar and threw him out as if he was strolling in the garden. No one of the Qing generation masters cared about a junior monk, and just stood guard against the old man.

Seeing that Li Ziran had safely exited the battle circle, the old man spoke slowly:

"Of course, this is the true sword formation of their sword pavilion, which is divided into two poles, large and small. It is composed of five small poles and nine large poles. It can be used by at least five people, and at most, it can be used by these forty-five people. This broken pole

I will only demonstrate the formation to you once, so please pay attention carefully, as you will rarely have to deal with them in the future."

Hearing the old man speak, the disciples who were watching were in an uproar again. Today's experience definitely shocked them for a hundred years. Many people here have learned this true sword formation since they started, and some disciples have gone down the mountain to practice, and have fought countless battles.

.It is by relying on this set of swordsmanship that can be used to attack the enemy. Now it is jointly used by the headmaster Tianzun and the elders and ancestors, but this person lightly talks about breaking the formation?

As for the pretty guy next to me, will we often interact with him in the future? That’s nonsense.

Li Ziran didn't have time to pay attention to the words of the people next to him. He stared at the sword formation for a moment. He knew very well. If some people dare to say it, they can definitely do it.

The old man stood in the formation, his right hand raised constantly reaching into the void, as if he wanted to grasp something.

Following this movement, ripples first appeared in the space, and then a jaw-dropping scene was seen.

I saw the old man's hand reaching into another space, and then exerting force outwards. A huge sword hilt appeared in front of everyone, accompanied by a raging void wind, the nearest Qingqu

The others had no choice but to resist with luck, and the people around them with lower cultivation levels were even blown around, making it difficult to see clearly what was going on inside.

When the strong wind subsided, all the disciples looked towards the formation again, and saw that the old man was holding a huge sword that was about ten feet long. He inserted the sword into the ground with a bang, causing a violent vibration.

The blade of the sword was black and shiny, and was engraved with countless runes. The runes had a blue light that was constantly flashing, and was accompanied by bursts of overwhelming evil aura. Li Ziran couldn't help but swallowed his saliva as he looked at this.

The old man who is usually taciturn may not have been a evil star before!

"Look at me breaking this true sword formation!!"

With this explosion, the old man swung the huge sword violently, the blade of the sword glowed with black light, and his knees sank, which was like a move of the old ape carrying the sword.

The sword formation seemed to come alive at this moment and began to turn around. The energy of everyone in it continued to converge on Qingqu's body as the formation moved, making his whole person as if he was covered in rays of light, and even his eyebrows were bright.

There was a bit of golden light. At the same time, the whole person was erratic in the formation, and his figure became difficult to catch.

No, these old bastards took advantage of the control of the large formation and wanted to finish the battle! Li Ziran's heart suddenly tightened, and he wanted to remind him, but he was afraid of distracting the master. He knew that the master was powerful, but he was also afraid that the authority would be confused.

His perception was obscured by the formation.

Just when he was secretly anxious, the tall old man carrying a huge sword slowly closed his eyes and all the breath around him disappeared. He could only see the person standing there, still in the same posture, but in his consciousness

But I can't feel any existence at all.

The Zhenji Formation also paused for a moment because of this strange scene, but it resumed in the blink of an eye. Apparently the people in the formation also felt the same situation.

Qingqu, whose figure kept moving back and forth, frowned tightly. At this time, the aura around him had reached its peak. He was like a god descending to earth. The golden light around him extended for several feet. Just as Li Ziran guessed, all the people in the Jiangge were

The master didn't show any carelessness when facing the old man. He used his most powerful killing move as soon as he made a move.

Although the old man's condition puzzled him somewhat, it did not disrupt their offensive. The surging formation was like the mouth of a giant demon, patiently waiting for the fleeting flaw, ready to devour the prey at any time.

Everything on the sword testing platform was still. The disciples of the sword pavilion stared with bated breath. Li Ziran also stared at the sword array for a moment. He seemed like an old man who had disappeared, and was as bright as a clear channel of heaven's power. There was also sweat on his eyebrows.

.

"Huh~~"

Suddenly, the old man took a breath, and the breath steamed like white mist. Li Ziran shouted in his heart, not good!

"boom"

Qingqu's figure responded to his thoughts almost at the same time, neither behind him nor at any tricky angle. Qingqu's fingers formed into swords, and the golden light around him surged again, piercing the old man's face like a golden thunderbolt.

The swordsman, the king of a hundred weapons, struck Qingqu with confidence in the way of the sword, confidence in himself, and even the pride that belongs exclusively to the sword pavilion.

Ten feet, five feet, three feet! In Li Ziran's eyes, only the sword glow and endless chill were left, and Qingqu's already smiling smile.

This blow will be the fall of a generation of legends, and will also be accompanied by the rise of another legend, and this new legend will be called Qingqu. Even though he has experienced countless storms, he can't hide the excitement in his heart at this moment.

"scandium,"

The whole world stopped, and the smile still remained on Qing Qu's face, but there was already a burst of panic in his eyes. Except for the old man, everyone inside and outside the formation thought of all the results, not including the scene that happened in front of them at this moment.

.

The sword was still sharp, still full of killing intent and destruction. But it was just held in his hand. No matter how much Master Qingqu moved it, it would be of no avail.

There was a crunch, a heart-wrenching sound, and the sword glow was like a glass jade, with spiderweb-like cracks pinched by the old man's iron palm.

At the same time, the elders of the Qing generation who controlled the sword array turned pale at the same time, and blood oozed from the corners of their mouths. Obviously, the sword light was their own skill. Now that they were pinched and almost shattered, the backlash was too much to bear.

Click, unlike all the roars caused today, there was an almost inaudible crisp sound, like the sound of a tea cup falling and smashing. I saw that the sword light turned into little pieces and dissipated in the wind.

Then under everyone's horrified gaze, the old man threw the sword on his back towards the giant sword in the distance.

There was no fluctuation of energy, no lightning speed, just like an ordinary person with no cultivation skills throwing a wooden stick. After smashing the Qingqu Grand Master who was still in front of him, he spun around.

Fly towards the giant sword.
Chapter completed!