The long sword was slanted horizontally, and above the cool sword light, a sliver of blood slid down the blade, gently ticking on the bluestone floor covered with spider web patterns, gradually fading away. In front of Chen Fei, who stood with his sword, the man who claimed to be from Tianji Pavilion fell to the ground with no power. His eyes still contained the wisdom and wisdom of seeing through life and death in the world, but it was no longer bright. The bright face still had the charm of making all living beings cheer, but it was already dull.

A scattered blood light from above the broad forehead, just a wisp of blood was oozing out, which exuded endless dead and withered aura, which made this peerless powerful man with countless legends on his body short of life and soul.

Ouyang Xiuzhu.

The young master is like jade, and he has calculated all the people in the world. He sees all the people in the world as chess pieces of the great way. I am the only one who steps out of this chessboard and sees the secret of heaven.

The head of the Tianji Pavilion, the thirteenth-class family, holds the Lingyan Sword, which ranks twelfth in the Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Sword List, and uses the sword skills to explore the changes in swordsmanship. He once fought fiercely to Qiongqi, but was surrounded and killed by enemies. He killed one person in his breath and injured one person. Then he retreated and returned with a wild laugh. The world was silent. The dizzy Taoist who traveled around the world once passed by his mansion and sighed: "If this son does not die, no one in the world will be able to plunder his edge in a thousand years."

Nine hundred years have passed since the Dian Taoist's evaluation.

It's just a pity that it's still a hundred years away.

Therefore, when he died here, he could no longer see the scene of his arrogant life, and the reputation of the Dynasty Taoist was finally preserved.

Everyone looked at the young man who had no breath anymore and felt that his head was as if someone had punched him hard. He was in a daze. Suddenly, a gentle whisper sounded, and the silver-bright sword brushed through the stars in the sky and returned to the bronze scabbard. Chen Fei held the sword lightly in his right hand and said calmly to the foggy young man opposite:

"You said, do you want to take the sword of the Tianhe Sword Saint?"

A low voice sounded softly, and the ears of the Tiandao Sect Leshui and the white mist young man were as thunder from the sky. The two sluggish faces suddenly turned white, and their pupils were full of fear. However, even though they were already extremely frightened, the two of them were not moving at all, just standing there blankly, like a lamb waiting for death—

If you have achieved success in the sword cultivator, you can control the sword for thousands of miles and take the enemy's head! But in front of you is the first sword cultivator in the heavens. If you cross hundreds of planes, you can kill them to pieces. If you have practiced for thousands of years, you will be dispersed...

Where can I escape?

Looking at the two trembling men and the sweat stains that could not be seen at the temples, Chen Fei sighed regretfully, shook his head slightly, and turned around and left with the Tianhe Sword. The sword energy that had accumulated for ten thousand years in the Tianhe Sword had been slashed out in the sword just now. That sword could barely be regarded as the sword of the Tianhe Sword Saint, but now... there is no way to kill this person with the "Sword Saint of the Tianhe Sword" and then take action to interfere.

"A sword has been released, and you have never died, so it's a good fortune... Let's go."

In the cold and calm voice, Chen Fei's tall figure as sharp as a sword slowly disappeared along the bluestone mountain road. The Tianhe Sword Sect wearing white underwear also followed the body of the "ancestor" and left only Leshui, and his master stood on the mountain road, trembling all over and did not dare to move at all. Until he could not see the Tianhe Sword Sect and his group, the two slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces were completely bloodless.

"Let's go! Leshui! Go quickly. Tianhe Sword Saint has come out. This place will soon become the center of chaos in this world. We must pass this news to Tianji Pavilion and Tiandao Sect!" After shivering fiercely, the mist man turned around and shouted anxiously at Leshui. The next moment, a light of escape flashed on the mountain road, drew a dim curve in the air, and rushed towards the boundary entrance of Tianhe Realm.

At the same time, the light emitted by means of transmitting information in this plane obscured the stars, sun and moon, and the heavens and worlds that had been calmed for nearly ten thousand years, as if there were surging undercurrents that were fluctuating continuously.

Clear the virtual world.

The way of heaven is originally without common sense, and everything follows nature. This is the place where the forbidden land of the Tiandao Sect is located in the world. There has never been any spiritual stone veins in this world, nor any special spiritual materials, but it is the most central and important plane among the hundreds of planes controlled by the entire Tiandao Sect. There have been many reasons for this extremely puzzling arrangement. Or, there is the inheritance of a peerless strong man here, which can make you proud of the world if you get it. Or, there is the prototype of a divine sword deep in this world, so it is listed as a forbidden land by the Tiandao Sect and burned for thousands of years to achieve the shape of its sword fetus. Or, this is the place where the sect leader of the Tiandao Sect was trained when he was young. Here, he met the person he loved and hated the most...

In the forbidden land of Tiandao Sect, dense green bamboo forests firmly surrounded a clear lake water, the broken moon shines, and the melodious piano sounds every night. In the center of the lake, a green bamboo hut is located in the corner of the most beautiful stars every night. Every flower is remembered and every bird knows. When the moon is on the branches, there will always be a man wearing a green robe with a refreshing eyebrows and eyes like the bright moon sky sitting cross-legged on the largest bluestone, playing one distant piano song after another. The piano is the sound of the heart, so every flower here understands and every bird knows.

The continuous sorrow and pain in the man's heart was like a broken part above the bright moon, which never disappeared.

On the top of the moon, the faint starlight passed through the gap between the leaves, gently hitting the lake, causing some confusing ripples. No one came, but the man in a green robe appeared on the largest bluestone by the lake as usual. His eyebrows were bright and bright, his fingers were as white as jade, and he gently stroked the guqin on his knees. A melodious sound floated out from it, gradually covering the entire green bamboo forest.

At this moment, a bright and dazzling light penetrated directly through the entire peaceful moonlit night like a meteor, leaving a dazzling mark, and then fell directly into this dense bamboo forest. Once the light subsided, it turned into a young man in a green robe. His eyebrows should have been peaceful, but at this time he was full of anxiety. He carried a long sword on his back, and there was yin and yang on the sword, and he kept turning. After landing, he stepped forward and bowed his hands and shouted loudly.

"Sect Master..."

Qianqiu Realm.

There was a realm in the past, called Qianqiu, which means thousands of years, and this realm is immortal. There is an ancient mountain in the realm, called Qianqiu, which means thousands of years. This mountain is evergreen, and there is a temple on the mountain, called Qianqiu, which is said to be the place where Buddha preached. There is a bell in the temple, called Qianqiu, which is called Qianqiu, which is forever sounding to warn sentient beings.

However, there have been thousands of years of plantings in the world of Qianqiu, and thousands of years of plantings in Qianqiu Mountain, and thousands of years of plantings in the temples have not been ringing for thousands of years.

It was late autumn in the world, and red maples were floating all over the mountains, intersecting with the sunset of heaven and earth. It was like a fire burning in the sky and burning directly to the palace of the nine heavens. Such a scenery was really indescribable. If it weren't for the difficult-to-going world in the Qianqiu Realm, it would have long become a beautiful place for idle people in the heavens and all worlds to come. But if there were so many idle people here, they would probably not be able to keep this magical beauty. It was elusive under the heavens and the way of heaven.

However, a strange figure finally appeared in this place where no guests came for thousands of years.

He was hunched and had a simple yellow robe. He had long gray-white eyebrows and looked very gentle and kind, but he had no grass on his head, no hair, and no eyes on his wrinkled face. Only two deep holes were left, but he was a self-possessed old Buddha. If the people from Tianhe Realm could come here, it would not be difficult to recognize that the only visitor among the ten thousand abbreviations in Qianqiu Realm was actually the former senior brother of the Tianhe Sword Sect. At this time, the guardian of the Vajra Temple would be too shameful to the master!

In the soft evening breeze, the gentle footsteps slowly rang with a stable frequency. They were born in the Tianhe Realm, grew up in the Tianhe Realm, and even had all their cultivation. The shameful master, who was like a wanderer returning home, was very familiar with the stream flowing with maple leaves, stepped onto the mountain road covered by fallen leaves, and then slowly bowed. His wrinkled forehead was deeply pressed against the hard land, got up, stepped, and bowed again, and bowed again.

He held his head in front of the Buddha, kowtowed his head long, and crawled on the mountain road.

Qianqiu Mountain is called Qianqiu, and the mountain road is also Qianqiu. One autumn is the cold and heat years of a year, and the cold and heat of a year are the number of 365 cycles. One autumn mountain road has 365 steps, and the number of 365 steps of 365 steps of 365,000 steps.

The stars were changing, and the morning light was dim. I couldn't stand the master respectfully and slowly stood up. His forehead was already full of red, but there was no trace of pain or joy on his face. There was only endless peace and harmony, just like the spotless sky on the top of this mountain. I lightly robe, and I couldn't stand the master slowly walking forward. In front of him, a temple was hidden in the deep forest leaves, as if it was repeated in this century-old dream. The sunlight fell, and the three words on the plaque were like monks who had passed through endless years, with a heavy but undecayed smell.

Qianqiu Temple.

Purple Flame Realm.

In the world, the human race is incompatible with each other. The human race has the upper third-grade power to determine the spring and autumn. The divine weapons on the God Sword List of the Heavens are scattered and slashed demons and eliminated demons. The demon race also has its own inheritance and history. If the Tiandao Sect is the leader of the human race sect, then the Purple Flame Realm is the center of the power of the demon race. There are thousands of great realms in the Purple Flame Realm. The strongest inheritance, the sharpest sword, the most bloodthirsty master and the most gentle and beautiful woman can all be found here.

This is the most perfect place in the hearts of all demon races!

In the most remote area of ​​the Purple Flame Realm, in the most remote corner, there is an ordinary stone house, with no sharp magical weapons, no strong men like clouds, strong generals like rain, and no beautiful women, but this is a sacred place that all demons dare not imagine. The material of the stone house is the most ordinary bluestone. The house is barely covered with four walls, and only a old man with a long head sits here with his eyes closed, his breath is weak and he has no strong demeanor at all. However, no one in the entire demon race world dares to stand in front of him for more than three breaths.

This is the Demon Emperor's Palace, and that is the Demon Emperor. Sitting cross-legged in this remote corner, it has been a thousand years since it has not moved a single trace.

Suddenly, a crisp and bright cry resounded through the sky, as if even the lilac sky suddenly became a little brighter. The next moment, a long and long chant that swallowed clouds rose into the sky with the sound of chirping. In the clouds and mist, there seemed to be prism-shaped scales appearing and fog. Bright tail feathers burning with flames drew pitch black cracks in the space. In the light that shone through the world, a man and a woman slowly flew from the sky. The manly demeanor was high, wearing a golden robe, and there was a dragon surrounding the clothes. The firm eyebrows seemed to hide the whole world. The woman's face was as jade, but the pair of clever eyebrows flew into her temples, adding a bit of glorious and domineering aura.

The two of them landed, reached out and gently knocked on the door. In the stone house, the old man's eyes, which had been closed for thousands of years, opened slightly, and the golden vertical pupils made the originally soft and old face a flame-burning aggressiveness.

"What's the matter..."

In the Qingxu Realm, the man with swordsman looked at the senior brother sitting cross-stone, and did not care about the worries in his heart, bowed and shouted: "Sect Master, Senior Brother, Tianhe Sword Saint, has reappeared! With a sword, Ouyang Xiuzhu, the head of Tianji Pavilion, fell, and his soul was scattered!"

Clever! Clever! Clever! Clever!

The strings were broken, and the sound was harsh. The hands of the leader of the Tiandao Sect who had played the piano for thousands of years were trembling slightly, and blood dripped from his fingertips fell lightly. The strings under his palm were broken inch by inch.

"...He is back?!"

On Qianqiu Mountain, the old Buddhist monk with his dry eyes slightly stretched out his thin hands and gently stroked the temple door that had been eroded by time. The creaking sounded, and the Qianqiu Temple, which had been closed for thousands of years, opened again. The scenery in the temple was covered with a thick layer of dust. Only the big brass bell was as neat as new, and there was no trace of time. The old monk in front of the bell stood with his head down. When the person saw the visitor, he suddenly smiled.

"You're back."

"He's back."

Dong

The Qianqiu Mountain in the Qianqiu Realm, the Qianqiu Temple on Qianqiu Mountain, and the Qianqiu Bells in the temple will ring again ten thousand years later.

In front of the Demon Emperor's Palace, a man in the dragon robe knelt in front of the door and whispered, "Grandpa, the time is here..." The sound fell, but it didn't sound for a long time, which made the two of them feel a little uneasy. But at this moment, a squeak came from the sound of a slight creaking. The stone house that had been closed for thousands of years slowly opened in the dust, and the hunched old man slowly walked out. As he slowly stepped on, the hunched body slowly stood up, and the old face became heroic and domineering. Purple flame burned the sky, turned into a long robe, with a purple dragon on the robe, and roared with a high robe. Behind him, the stone house slowly disappeared.

"Is the time here? Hehe, is the human sword saint finally back..."

The Demon Emperor of All Realms, after ten thousand years of retreat, finally broke through the barrier and returned.

In the world of Tianhe, a black-haired man held a book and suddenly felt enlightened. The words on it were black and white, and every word was killed by the heart.

"If I inherit my inheritance, I will bear the cause and effect!"

"The one who draws the Tianhe Sword is the Tianhe Sword Saint!"

(Thanks to Xu Jiancheng for his reward, thank you)
Chapter completed!