The half-ancestor who had planned for thousands of years closed his eyes, and his body was riddled with wounds like thousands of swords piercing his heart. He fell to the ground and lost his breath.

His ten thousand years of planning and his prowess in martial arts were finally defeated by Li Qiubei's swordsmanship.

An invincible sword.

The dust has settled, but it's not over yet.

Li Qiubai looked at the women in the city.

Xia Zhao's face was already filled with tears, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.

His body leaned forward slightly and said softly: "Don't cry."

The woman's eyes were in a trance, and when she heard Li Qiubei's voice, she smiled through her tearful eyes.

Smile like a flower.

Li Qiubei smiled, without much regret, and his mood unexpectedly became cheerful, and he said loudly: "Since Li Qiubei has been a master of swordsmanship for thousands of years, my last sword should be used to open mountains for future generations."

"You should take good care of this sword." He raised his head and said softly, practicing Taoism with Tianxia Sword.

Li Qiubei, who knew he was going to die, had to do one last thing.

He wants to cultivate swordsmanship for the world and forcefully open the Heavenly Gate of Swordsmanship.

The Chang'an Sword Immortal will give the swordsmanship an unparalleled improvement and an unparalleled blessing today.

The bull's ear continued to move forward.

This sword is meant to open the sky.

The sword energy surged like a great river, falling from the sky, as if it was about to destroy the brilliant heavenly gate.

A gap opened from the middle.

But at this moment, the green-shirted swordsman who threw the sword no longer looked at the scene behind the Tianmen that all swordsmen in the world dreamed of, but just stared at the woman.

He did not use this sword for himself, but for the world's sword cultivators.

No matter how beautiful the scene behind Tianmen is, it is not as beautiful as the smile of the woman in my heart.

The green-robed swordsman raised his hand and reached forward.

In the palace, the empress, who was crying and laughing at the same time, raised her hand, which was as bright as white jade.

The two seemed to ignore the long distance and completed holding hands.

Until now.

Blood seeped out from all the pores on Li Qiubei's body, soaking through and dyeing his green shirt red in an instant.

A breeze blew between heaven and earth.

It brings a sense of awe.

The huge force of heaven and earth completely enveloped the Chang'an Sword Immortal.

Earlier, a golden light shot up from Li Qiubei's body.

This is Li Qiubei's sword luck, protecting his body.

But the power of heaven and earth is too majestic and unstoppable.

The golden light was quickly blown away.

Li Qiubei's green shirt began to dissipate, and then his body began to turn into smoke.

First the legs, then the body, then the arms.

In the end, there is only a breeze between heaven and earth, and there is no more blue shirt.

It's so sad that it doesn't sound like the sound coming forward, and everyone in the audience weeps when they hear it again.

At this point, there is no more Chang'an Sword Immortal in the world, there is no more Li Qiubei in the world, and there will never be another Li Qiubei.

In Chang'an's 20,000 years, there is only one person.

........

The sound of someone's jade flute flies silently, spreading into the spring breeze and filling Luo City.

It is seven thousand miles outside Chang'an City.

The stream of light cuts through the sky.

Lu Qingshan stood at the bow of the boat, feeling a surge in his heart.

On a whim.

Something big is happening.

Buzzing.

Suddenly, the sound of sword clanging came to his ears.

Lu Qingshan raised his head and looked around, initially thinking it was an auditory hallucination.

Afterwards, the sound of sword clanging became more sonorous, coming from all directions.

"What did you find?" Master Shuiyue Temple, who was driving the spirit boat, discovered something unusual about Lu Qingshan.

"Master, have you heard any strange sounds?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"Strange noise?" Temple Master Shuiyue frowned and shook his head, "No."

Lu Qingshan was about to say something, but his whole body was shaken suddenly and he stood there blankly.

"You should be optimistic about this sword..." There was a gentle and mellow voice, which seemed to be coming from thousands of miles away, but also seemed to be ringing in my ears.

Then, in front of Lu Qingshan's eyes, a mysterious door suddenly opened, filled with brilliant lights, strange phenomena of heaven and earth, majestic and spectacular, dotted with stars...

.......

Three thousand miles outside Xiazhou is Qingming.

The sword light cut through the sky, and wisps of spring breeze and white clouds lingered beside the sword light.

Like a blue dragon swaying in the sea of ​​clouds.

In the sword light is Qingyun Sword Immortal, one of the three great sword immortals in the human race today.

Suddenly, the green dragon stopped.

The rainbow light dissipated, and the sword fairy with outstanding temperament appeared. He closed his eyes and pretended to listen.

After a while, he opened his eyes.

Before his eyes, there was also a myriad of phenomena and endless changes...

After a long time, the weird and magnificent scene disappeared, and Xie Qingyun closed his eyes, as if he was intoxicated by the scene just now, and seemed to be sighing in memory.

At the same time, a huge momentum was brewing in him.

Behind him there was a blue cloud road, the end of which was hazy and unknowable, filled with mist.

The next moment, the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, revealing a section of road shrouded in mist, as wide as the blue sky.

Qingyun Sword Immortal's swordsmanship has advanced thousands of miles again.

A thousand miles a day.

Finally, Xie Qingyun clasped his fists with both hands and made a deep bow in the direction of Chang'an City.

"The Sword Master thanks Qingyun, and the Sword Immortal Chang'an thanks him for opening the Heavenly Gate for our sword cultivators."

The voice was long and lingering, echoing throughout the nine heavens.

.........

On this day, all the sword cultivators in the world heard a whisper in their ears and saw a grand view of swordsmanship that they had never seen in their lives.

Although there is a huge difference in how much you see, no matter what, you will gain more or less.

All the sword cultivators in the world were taught a sword by Chang'an Sword Immortal, and they all inherited the love of Li Qiubai's sword.

How can such a person not be romantic?

How can one not be called a master of swordsmanship?

In the swordsmanship of the human race a long time later, or in the human race's swordsmanship from then on, the name Li Qiubei shone like a star, lingering on.

Because, before anyone knew the way forward, he was the first swordsman to open the door for kendo.

He single-handedly raised the kendo of swordsmen in the world to a higher level.

He alone is the world's sword master.

He showed the sword cultivators all over the world that although swordsmanship is an acquired path, it can also lead to the ancestral realm.

The significance of this is extremely far-reaching - it turns out that human power can really reach the heaven and the earth, and can lead to the extreme state. The acquired way will never be inferior to the innate way nurtured by the heaven and earth.

Opening the Heavenly Gate with the sword is not only a big step for Li Qiubai, but also a big step for sword cultivators, and even more so for the entire human race.

If there are so-called sword ways, spear ways and other acquired ways in the future, I think some of the credit will go to Li Qiubei.
To be continued...