A drop of dew fell on my cheek.

The water droplets paused on the eyelids for a moment, then flowed along the nose to the mouth, and finally fell on the dry lips.

It seemed that this little dew moistened Qi Long's drowsy consciousness, and Qi Long gradually woke up from his drowsiness.

Unexpectedly, apart from not being able to feel the touch of a pair of hands, there was no physical pain.

Inside the clothes is a thick bandage, and the inside of the bandage is covered with white potion. It is this potion that stabilizes the injury and stops the pain.

Qi Lung stretched out his hands and found that the bandages on his hands were three times as large as those on his body. Following the sunlight, he could clearly see the large and small cracks and holes in his hands, just like a toy hovering on the edge of breaking. If it is not wrapped,

It will crash at any time.

There is a line of words carved on the ground, which is unexpectedly ugly.

‘Two hundred miles to the south, go to the Dao Tower, where there is a chance to treat your injury - Marquis Lu Ao’

Ask Daolou? Isn’t this the most mysterious organization among the seven mansions?

It turns out that Lu Aohou really came from there.

Qi Lung knocked on his forehead. There was no physical pain, and no mental sensation at all.

Looking around, you can see the rugged mountain peaks, the dim sunset, and the rugged mountain roads. Among them, people seem incredibly small.

"The setting sun is like blood, just like before."

Qi Lung cheered up, looked around, picked up a dead tree, and strode southward.

…

The memory of last night still lingers on the Qingluan sword coming out, covering the sky, cutting off the dragon shadow - the complete power of the catastrophe, combined with the evolution of the sword, is indeed extremely lethal.

Then, the light of the sword was reversed, and Qi Long's consciousness went dark, and he completely lost his perception.

Maitreya was transformed into a demon, Ksitigarbha self-destructed, the devil sent the Buddha to death, the murderer returned to the west, his claws were split, and the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness was occupied by hundreds of thousands of demons. In terms of the results alone, this two-in-one disaster can be said to be a loss for himself.

But the enemy didn't fare much better.

When a demon seed transforms into a Buddha seed and falls into the heart of the Heartless Tathagata, it is equivalent to placing a great Buddha on the Eightfold Truth.

If this demon king wants to cause trouble again, he must first pass the level of this giant Buddha.

Zhu Jiuyou was struck by the sword of the Four Killers. According to the opponent's domineering nature, it was impossible not to pursue him to the end unless he was disabled to a certain extent.

Although his spirit was sealed, the instinct of his body conveyed a message to him, that is, the power of the Son of the Dragon Vein was repairing his body and mind all the time.

It's just that the physical body is easy to recover, but the disintegration of the martial arts system is hard to say.

…

The distance of two hundred miles, under normal circumstances, would take no more than one stick of incense, but Qi Lung's journey lasted three days and three nights.

When Qi Lung arrived at the place Lu Aohou mentioned, two toes were exposed from his shoes, his hair was in a mess, and his beard was unkempt.

Before the Dragon Vein Son is completely repaired, his body is no different from ordinary people. He will sweat, bleed, and his hair will grow randomly.

'here it is--'

Qi Lung squinted his eyes. In front of him, it looked like a flattened mountain peak. What was originally halfway up the mountain had turned into hundreds of acres of stone flats.

"Ask Daoping?"

Qi Long looked at the three big characters on the mountain peak that looked like they were split with a knife, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

What a strong sword spirit!

Even though his mental consciousness still hasn't recovered, the killing intent from Zi's body is still strong with every step he takes.

Fifty steps forward, the strength of the sword energy has reached the level of the five legendary sword realms.

One hundred steps forward, the sword intention has already broken through to the demigod level.

Two hundred steps forward, Qi Long's forehead began to tingle slightly, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

That is the intention of the sword!

Before Lu Aohou left, he should have left four sword intentions in his spirit to replace the four Ksitigarbhas, guard the spiritual world, and prevent the hundreds of thousands of demons in his spirit from leaking out.

After Qi Lung walked onto the stage panting, there was already someone on the stage. A little giant who was six or seven feet tall, with a ship-cutting sword in front of him, and a young man with fine features was looking at the little giant with a look of fear on his waist.

A thin sword as thick as a little finger hung between it.

"Is there anyone here again?"

The little giant turned his head, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the rich qi and blood condensed into a bloody giant knife, which he slashed towards Qi Lung's head.

The young man screamed and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

There was a flash of light from the sword, but the expected fragmentation did not happen, and the light of the sword cut away everything.

"You don't have the will to sword? You don't even have the spirit?"

"Well, no."

Qi Lung raised his head and looked at the giant, then looked at the armor style on his body, and said thoughtfully: "There is no general like you among the current generals of the Wuping Governor's Mansion."

The little giant snorted coldly and said: "My name is He Tianque, the first beast god general. Later, he felt that martial arts could not progress, so he said goodbye to Boss Lian, went to the general position, and lived in seclusion here for a period of hard training. Of course you

Don't know me."

Qi Lung said "Hmm", it turned out to be a general under Iron Smelting Hand, no wonder he looked so familiar.

"What are you looking at, boy! You are not a newcomer under Boss Lian, are you? Come and visit a dock. I will protect you to prevent you from being beaten to death by those old guys."

"The iron smelter is dead." Qi Lung suddenly said.

The boss of He Tianque Tong Ling opened his eyes.

"What!?"

"Don't be excited, he came back to life a few days ago."

Qi Lung shrugged and turned his gaze to He Tianque, looking at the young man and the sword on his waist.

This sword gave him the feeling that it was much more dangerous than He Tianque.

"Who is your Excellency?"

The young man glanced at Qi Long with some fear, probably because Qi Long looked much kinder than He Tianque, and said: "Liu Furong of the Sky Storm Sect, I have met Taoist brother."

Liu Furong——

Qi Long's mouth twitched and he said against his will: "What a heroic name."

The Sky Storm Sect is another organization of the Seven Prefectures, and one of the few guardian offices that exists as a sect among the Seven Prefectures.

"Wait a minute, what did you mean when you said that Boss Lian died and was resurrected? Boss Lian has incredible martial arts skills, how could he die!!"

He Tianque was so angry that he pulled out the Tianque sword and came to kill him fiercely.

"Madman He, if the iron smelting master dies, he will die. Why are you taking it out on the young man? What, you still plan to refine the sword, don't you plan to avenge your master?"

An old voice plays with the taste.

"Old ghost Dugu, an old guy like you who doesn't even dare to take part in Daoping's assessment, what qualifications do you have to tell me, if you have the ability, show your true self, and we will fight with real swords and guns!"

It can be seen that He Tianque seems to be a little afraid of Dugu Old Ghost. He turns his head, looks around, and artificially creates small waves while turning the Tianque sword in his hand.

"Haha, if you want to fight, you go to that old monk to fight. Haven't you often asked him to test your sword over the past few decades?"

"Hmph, this old monk is boring. He is weak in fighting and gets weaker the more he fights. He is not a good opponent."

He Tianque looked at Qi Long again and asked: "Kid, you are also here to participate in the selection of the Sword Asking Club? Where is your sword?"

"Ask the Knife Club, what is that?"

As soon as Qi Long said this, not only Liu Furong, but also He Tianque looked at him with surprised eyes and said in shock: "You don't know what the question of swordsmanship is, how did you get here?"

"It comes naturally."

Liu Furong on the side saw this, pulled the corner of Qi Long's clothes, and explained in a low voice.

It turns out that Wendao Tower is not entirely a secret organization. Every sixty years, a Wendao Club will be held to recruit swordsman masters who have practiced to the extreme. Once they succeed in the assessment, they can join Wendao Tower and become the swordsmen in the building.

Guest, this He Tianque was the examiner last time.

"Looking like this, he failed the assessment? Then why is he still so arrogant?" Qi Long wondered.

Liu Furong was startled and quickly explained: "The assessment of the Questioning Sword Society is extremely cruel. Even if you are a demigod, there is only one person who can successfully pass the assessment. Being able to survive the assessment is a kind of strength in itself."

display.”

"Senior He, Senior Dugu, and Master Jie Dao are all frequent participants in the assessment."

Qi Long said "Huh", looked at Liu Furong, and said with a strange expression: "No matter how powerful the Dao Tower is, you are a swordsman, so it's not appropriate to come here, right?"

Liu Furong's face turned slightly red and she said: "Uncle Master said that my swordsmanship is incapable of entering Taoism, so I might have a chance here."

Qi Long suddenly thought of something, took out a post from his human skin pocket, and asked: "I have an invitation, is it useful?"

Before Liu Furong could answer, the old voice from before spoke urgently: "Give it to me!"

"The beauty you think of is mine!"
To be continued...