The snowy sky pool, the sky full of thunder comes from the south.

...

The Qingshan Guest opened his five fingers, and his military fortune flowed all over his body. Strands of sword intent soared into the sky. At this moment, it seemed that the sword fortune in the entire world was gathering on him alone.

"snort……"

On the side, the white-clothed swordsman sneered and said, "Is it necessary? Use the power of the military gentry to transform the gods, take back your sword and force it to support a fifteenth realm? Is it worth it just for this dilapidated world? Even the military saint, the number one in the military ancestral court, doesn't even want to be a military saint? Or do you also want to learn from Qin Suihan and try your best to be a downgraded person?"

Qingshanke grinned: "You fucking care about me!"

The white-clothed swordsman rolled his eyes and said, "Forget it, if you insist on drawing a sword, then draw a sword. The old men from the military ancestral court, I will help you talk to you."

At this moment, a powerful light came from the south and turned into a bright sword and appeared in the hands of Qingshanke!

Fusu Sword, the top ten famous swords in the world, ranks seventh!

But today, at this moment, this Fusu sword must be the best in the world and will never be allowed!

The Qingshan Guest stood up, looked at the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor from afar, and smiled and said, "Since you two are here from afar, why not eat my sword?"

"You dare!?"

The Demon Ancestor's voice was low.

He sneered like a Demon Emperor: "The 14th realm military saint, why should we kill us in the 14th realm?"

"Just try it out."

The Qingshan Guest suddenly raised his sword, and a sword light burst out from the sky and the earth in a straight line. Then he slashed at the demon ancestor in the north with the rolling sky power. As soon as the sword bloomed, he swung the second sword. Suddenly, a blue sword light connected to the sky and the earth, and a loud thunder sounded. A sword swept across the sky and the earth and headed straight to the Demon Emperor!

He is not only the Fourteenth-level military saint granted by heaven and earth, but also the only Fourteenth-level sword immortal in heaven and earth!

...

"The surname is Ding! You..."

The Demon Ancestor's howl came from the north. It was a sword of the Great Sword Immortal of the Fifteenth Realm, and it was a sword that carried the power of the military to turn the gods into action. The Demon Ancestor was in the 14th Realm, but he could not bear the sword. With a loud bang, the Demon Ancestor's Dharma body began to collapse. In a blink of an eye, the Qingshanke's sword was chopped into powder!

The Dharma body shattered, and the demon ancestor's realm also fell. He was cut into a thirteenth realm by Qingshanke's sword. His body was injured. He hurriedly fled north with endless demonic energy. He would definitely die if he took another sword!

On the right side of the north, the Demon Emperor wearing golden armor ate a sword like a sword. The moment he got caught in the sword, the nine thousand meters high Dharma body trembled violently. Although the Demon Emperor was also in the 14th realm, his Fourteenth realm was not as stable as the Demon Ancestor. Therefore, after eating a sword of the 15th realm, the Demon Emperor was even more painful. The Dharma body fell apart almost instantly, and the golden armor was chopped into pieces by a sword. A wailing sound came from a distance. The Demon Emperor of the Fourteenth realm directly dropped two realms. When the Dharma body retreated back to his true body, there was only the foundation of the Twelve realm left!

"call……"

After Qingshanke swung two swords, his palm gently flapped, and a Fusu sword disappeared in the wind, and endless spiritual energy returned to the Fusu Great Wall again. At this time, Qingshanke vomited blood, his expression became extremely decadent, and even a few more white hairs appeared in his temples. He sat down to the ground and inhaled in a row.

"well……"

The white-clothed swordsman sighed helplessly and said, "Is the power of the fifteenth realm so easy to get? It has to bear the backlash of the heavenly way. Our military strategists have never left the fifteenth realm for so many years, but they just let you get this off. Is that okay?"

Qingshanke frowned: "I have no decline in the state of being a pussy, and I am still a free and easy fourteen states. What are you going to worry about?"

The swordsman in white clenched his nose: "Damn it, after hearing what you said, it seems that I am meddling in other people's business!"

...

"Senior Brother Third!"

Before the Qingshanke got up, the junior brother rushed to the front.

When Lin Zhao saw Qingshanke's sick look on his face, he felt so distressed. He knew that the third senior brother and the second senior sister were all very gentle and very good people. Such people should not be tortured.

"It's okay, junior brother!"

Qingshanke held Lin Zhao's hand and smiled brilliantly: "Small scene, isn't this... the senior brother made famous for his master's sect with two swords. He killed the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor with one sword. Tsk tsk... The master must praise me, and maybe he will make a table of dishes and reward me with his own hands."

Lin Zhao nodded repeatedly: "It's fine as long as it's fine...it's fine as it's fine..."

At this time, Chen Wanli of the human race brought Qin Yushan, Shao Shiyu, Lu Fengxian and other palace commanders. The old coach Chen Wanli directly knelt on one knee with everyone, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "My human race... thanks to the Soldier Saint for coming out of his sword..."

"Oh, OK, OK..."

The Qingshanke waved his hand quickly and said, "I just can't see such a scene. Chen Wanli, hurry up and take your people up. I don't think of such a scene the most, hurry up."

"Yes, Lord Soldier!"

Chen Wanli stood up and stood respectfully.

At this time, Chu Huaixi, Huang Tingyu, and Chen Yu also came. Seeing Lin Zhao holding the Qingshanke, Chu Huaixi was in a complicated heart. Lin Zhao, what a blessing this is. There was a military saint from the ancestral court of the military ancestral court as his senior brother. As the way to the road, the military saint cared for the junior brother too much. Huang Tingyu looked at the Qingshanke and felt extremely excited. Damn, it was this man who just waved his sword and slashed a sword that was comparable to the 15th realm sword immortal. The world was full of atmosphere!

Chen Yu looked at Lin Zhao, then at Qingshanke, and was still very happy. There was such a senior brother, Lin Zhao, who had suffered since childhood, was not that painful, right?

...

"The demon clan, the demon clan masters are all gone."

Chen Wanli glanced at the distance and said, "This showdown..."

"never mind."

Shao Shiyu frowned: "Old handsome, stop talking..."

"Um!"

Chen Wanli walked forward, checked Yan Beichen's injuries, and clasped his fists and said, "Beichen, it's our Da Shang who is sorry for you. Really... I never thought that the demon clan could do such a despicable and shameless thing as breaking the realm at the end of the battle. I overestimate them. Your cultivation level is..."

"It's fine."

Yan Beichen was still polite and squeezed out a smile and said, "Old handsome, I'm really fine. My sword heart is broken. It's okay... practice slowly in the future, maybe..."

"Nothing is possible."

Qingshanke stood up with Lin Zhao's support, glanced at Yan Beichen, and said, "You Yan Beichen's three flying swords are very good, and your foundation is good. As a sword cultivator, as long as the spirit in your heart is still there, you can re-establish the sword heart, practice back to the twelve realms, or even enter the thirteenth realm, what's the difficulty? Don't make excuses for your cowardice."

"Um!"

Yan Beichen focused on the key points, and the comfort of others may be a little bit watery, but this Qingshan Guest can cut out two swords of the fifteenth realm. His words are extremely important in Yan Beichen's heart, because this Qingshan Guest is the kind of person Yan Beichen wants to become!

"I won't say it."

Qingshanke smiled and said, "My junior brother, help me go back and make a table of good dishes. My senior brother is injured. You should eat some good food, it is best to have more meat."

"Yeah, no problem!"

...

Lin Zhao helped Qingshanke slowly walk on the official road and headed to the mountaintop villa. Chen Wanli, Shao Shiyu, Chu Huaixi and others followed from afar. Their respect for Qingshanke came from the heart and knew how important those two swords were to the human race. It can be said that the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor would definitely go into seclusion when they fell into the realm. In this way, the human race would still fight, otherwise these two fourteenth realm were in front of the position, and those who were not fighting were all sent to rush forward, and many soldiers would just die.

Villa on the top of the mountain.

At noon, after a sumptuous meal, the Qingshan Guest went to bed.

In the evening, he got up and yelled to drink and eat meat. So Lin Zhao ordered the kitchen to prepare again and took out all the delicious food to entertain the senior brother, and there was no need to be stingy.

At the beginning of dinner, a friend of the third senior brother came, Su Shanjun, who was wearing a white shirt.

Lin Zhao was entertained together.

After three rounds of wine, Su Shanjun frowned and said, "How do you feel when you fight out of the fifteenth realm?"

“Extremely refreshing.”

Qingshanke smiled slightly and said, "I have never felt so good when I drew my sword and chopped people in my life. Do you believe it?"

"I believe this."

Su Shanjun smiled slightly and said, "When they were in the critical position of cutting Lintu together with Tang Yun, Su Xiran, and Jian Mo Hermit, they did not feel so happy. Hum... What about Lintu, what about silver fox, what about flaming rats, and a group of broken dates. How could the Demon Ancestor and the Demon Emperor in the 14th realm be satisfied with chopping, right?"

“Yes, yes!”

Qingshanke laughed and said, "Speaking of this, I miss Yun'er and Xiran so much. I don't know how they are now."

"Who knows."

Su Shanjun smiled and said, "We are just people in dreams, how can we know the world?"

As he said that, Su Shanjun glanced at Chen Yu who was drinking with him. At this time, the princess of the Great Chen Dynasty had already blushed and slightly drunk.

Qingshanke glanced at the junior brother, and the more he looked at him, the more he loved him. If he had time and chance, with his junior brother's talent, he might become the only 15th-level sword cultivator in the world. It's hard to say, but he can look forward to it a little. After all, he has his own military spirit to guard his body, and a ray of Confucianism and Taoism aura assigned by Qin Suihan to control his mind. The most important thing is that he has a clear mind. Whoever he likes is like, even if he secretly likes it in his heart. Such a person... is rare.

...

late at night.

Su Shanjun, Chen Yu, Chu Huaixi and others all left.

Lin Zhao accompanied his senior brother to watch the moon in the attic in the backyard, while having some wine and refreshments.

"Do you want to be a sword immortal?" Qingshanke asked with a smile.

"Think of it..."

Lin Zhao did not hide it.

"Just think about it."

Qingshanke, the only fourteenth realm sword immortal in the world, smiled slightly, turned around and gently pressed his junior brother's shoulder, and said, "If you want to be a sword immortal, remember what your senior brother said."

"Senior brother said!"

The Qingshanke raised his head, his eyes were full of pride: "Our sword immortals should make a sword fast, his fists should be hard, and his bones should be hard, but his heart must be warm. Remember, the senior brother always had this sentence in his heart, which led to the only fourteen-level sword cultivator in the world."

"I understand! Senior brother."
To be continued...