There were hundreds or even thousands of people, and the momentum was as great as a tidal wave from heaven to earth.

A monk with divine armor forced Lu Qingshan to prepare to use the sword talisman.

At this time and place, thousands of monks in divine armor formed a black line, and their aura was so great that it was indescribable.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel that the armor of the armored monk on the dragon boat was far superior to the black-armored man he met in Tai'an City, both in terms of magic and material.

This is definitely Shuiyuntai's most powerful combat power.

The leader of this army of armored monks was a burly middle-aged man.

He is also wearing armor, but the difference is that he does not wear a face shield and has a dignified appearance.

Lu Qingshan frowned.

"The person who came here is not good. I have been prepared for it." He thought to himself.

They had just entered the first line of heaven and the gate of hell, and saw no one blocking them. However, they had just stepped into the Shuiyuntai area. There was no communication, but there were many cultivators who had obviously been waiting for a long time.

The meaning is self-evident.

The middle-aged man at the head stood at the bow of the dragon boat, took a step forward, and said loudly: "Who is coming?"

"Li Qiubai." Chang'an Sword Immortal in gray robes took a step forward and responded calmly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Lu Mingliang, the deputy sect of Shuiyuntai, has met Li Jianxian. I didn't know that Li Jianxian came to the door and was not welcomed at a distance, so don't be surprised."

"I am here to meet your Shuiyuntai Sect Master." Li Qiubei said calmly.

"Isn't this a coincidence? If at any other time, Li Jianxian came to visit, I, Shuiyuntai, would sweep the bed to welcome him.

It’s just that recently, our Shuiyuntai closed the river for some reason and closed the door to no visitors, so..." Lu Mingliang heard this, with a hesitant look on his face.

"What if I insist on seeing you?" Li Qiubei asked without taking it seriously.

"Shuiyuntai naturally dare not be disrespectful to the Sword Immortal, but this is Shuiyuntai and does not allow others to enter and act recklessly." Lu Mingliang's eyes were extremely sharp, but in fact, his mind was far less calm than his face and tone.

The name of Chang'an Sword Immortal is as loud as thunder.

This is the man who left sword marks on the Xuanwu Gate of Chang'an.

Not to mention that he is just a deputy sect of Shuiyuntai, even the sect leader himself would never dare to have the courage and courage to stop him.

If the people behind Shuiyuntai in the imperial dynasty hadn't spoken...

If he hadn't known it in advance, Li Qiubei would have fallen out of the realm of sword immortals at this time, and even his ears would have been broken...

If he hadn't understood, for that person's sake, Li Qiubei would most likely not have killed Shuiyuntai, who was the Daxia Weapons Department...

Even if he was given another hundred courages, he would not dare to stand in front of this swordsman.

The name of the shadow person in the tree.

Even with the blessing of so many factors, Lu Mingliang still felt afraid at this time and did not dare to drag it out in the slightest.

Even if the Chang'an Sword Immortal is at his weakest, a hungry tiger is still a tiger after all, not a kitten.

He had no idea, so he could only comfort himself constantly.

This is Shuiyuntai, the weapon refining department that Daxia has worked hard for thousands of years. It has hidden dragons and crouching tigers, magical weapons, and countless magical formations. There is also a person who guarantees that today's losses will be doubled in the future. There is no need to worry about the cost.

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In terms of overall strength, Sword Immortal naturally has to give in to everyone, being the strongest in the world.

But a strong dragon can't defeat a local snake, let alone this strong dragon is extremely weak now.

He didn't believe that in such a situation of ebb and flow, this "old" swordsman could still turn the tide.

"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade. Boy, I know you are following me, with the idea of ​​​​playing a thousand songs and then hearing the sound, watching a thousand swords and then recognizing the weapon. You want to learn something from me and use your strength to break the bottleneck.

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"I, Li Qiufei, have my tricks right there. I never hesitate to let the younger ones learn them. However, there are only a few people who can gain something from them. However, you have mastered Sword 1, and you have gained three points of charm. It shows that you have extraordinary abilities."

"It's just that in my life, I have met countless sword cultivator juniors, and among them there are many rare geniuses with profound understanding, but I never take it seriously."

He has become the pinnacle of the mountain forest of Kendo. No matter how spectacular and romantic the rising star is, how can he be as good as he was back then?

"Everyone says that I, Li Qiubei, have the best swordsmanship in the world, and this is also true."

"The first thing a person with a sword intention is to have the same mind and spirit. If the spirit is the same, let alone one sword and two swords, I just want you to see my unique skill, so what?"

That girl Xia Daoyun matches my temper, and you are not a bad boy either, and I like these two little ones even more. Since we met by chance, I will teach you a sword today."

"Young man Lu, please keep an eye on it." Li Qiubei stood at the bow of the ship and whispered behind him.

Lu Qingshan's mind was shaken, and he intuitively felt that what he saw next would be something he would rarely see in his life.

The Chang'an Sword Immortal, who has been famous for a long time, stretched out his right hand after speaking.

There is no sword in his hand.

"Since Shuiyuntai has closed the river to no visitors, then I will open the river." He said to the army of armored monks who were like a tidal wave.

Immediately, he put his two fingers together, used them as swords, and casually slashed at the Lancang River.

There is no murderous intention, no fireworks.

This finger was freehand and careless, without any sword energy. It looked like a child gesticulating against the void, and it had no lethality at all.

If there is anything different about this finger.

That means it came from the hands of the Sword Immortal.

The next moment, Li Qiubei's clothes were fluttering in the wind.

He didn't have Lu Qingshan's handsome appearance, and he didn't have the Divine Weapon Dao Sword in his hand. He just stood there so calmly, but at this moment, Lu Qingshan felt that there would never be a more romantic swordsman in the world than him.

It was an indescribable and ethereal temperament.

One finger finally fell.

The Sword Immortal breathed out a breath, which seemed to be whistling into sword energy.

In today's world, there is a saying that one generation of monks is inferior to the other.

The world often misses the ancient monks and laments their magnificence.

Among them, there are many words that do not see the legacy of ancient sword cultivators, praising the sword cultivators of those days who were brave and arrogant when they met the mountains and wielded swords to the end of the world. It is difficult for contemporary sword cultivators to compare with them.

From ancient times to Chang'an, from Chang'an to Tianyuan.

The canopy covers the hustle and bustle of riding on the road.

Not even as good as a sword from tens of thousands of years ago?!

It's ridiculous, pathetic and unbelievable.

In the early years, some people said that I gave up the skill of heavenly swordsmanship for the purpose of swordsmanship, which was tantamount to looking down on swordsmanship in the world, looking down on the legacy of ancient swordsmanship, deceiving my master and destroying my ancestors, which was extremely arrogant.

It wasn't until I became the Sword Immortal that they no longer dared to speak.

They didn't dare to say anything.

But I, Li Qiubei, haven’t said anything yet.

Call me arrogant?

This is not bad.

I, Li Qiubei, am so pretentious.

Is the ancient sword cultivator romantic?

That's because they haven't seen Li Qiubei's sword.

If you don’t hate the ancients, I won’t see you. If you hate the ancients, you won’t see me!

At first, everything was quiet and calm, as if nothing happened.

The armored monks were stunned by this finger, not knowing what it meant, and even thought that the Chang'an Sword Immortal was showing off.

But the expression of Lu Mingliang, the deputy sect of Shuiyuntai who was wearing divine armor, suddenly changed, showing an indescribable horror. He stood up suddenly, shot far away, and at the same time shouted: "Retreat!"

After a moment.

There was a storm on the river.

The cold air that has persisted for thousands of years and condensed into clouds and mist seems to have been hit by a strong wind. The wind and clouds surged and dispersed in all directions, like ice and snow melting and evaporating rapidly.

Han deficiency mixes with Tai deficiency, and the Qi steams up the Lancang River.

But this is just a precursor.

Rumble.

Just like red mercury, the Lancang River, which flows as obscurely as mercury, at this moment, a frost line appeared in the middle section, lining up on both sides.

I don’t know how deep the Lancang River is, but now I can see the bottom at a glance.

The bottom of the river, which is still filled with water vapor, is covered with ice crystals, making it a wonderful sight.

The Shuiyuntai monks have occupied this treasured land for thousands of years. I guess this is the first time I have seen the bottom of the Lancang River.
To be continued...