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On the martial arts field.

At this time, the most attractive to Su Qinian was a young Taoist priest in his twenties, the young man was ordinary, very ordinary, he held a four-foot long knife in his hand, the blade was slender, and the tip of the knife was shiny.

The young man stood in the martial arts arena, unlike many martial arts disciples, he was motionless, even his eyes were closed, and his long knife was pointed obliquely at the ground, looking at a middle-aged man in a cyan robe in front of the Qingyang Palace.

"Jiyuan Zhenren!"

Qing Yu let out a low snort, and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, just like the portrait in the Wudang Historical Records of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he was confident that he would never admit his mistake.

Su Qinian was also shocked, this is Jiyuan Zhenren, the last generation of the peak master of Qingyang Peak, who fought with the sect master of the Desire Demon Sect, one of the thirteen sects of the Demon Gate, in the thunder tribulation, and both fell.

A middle-aged Taoist priest who looked very gentle, holding a whisk in his hand, stood quietly in front of the Qingyang Palace, and following his gaze, Su Qiannian returned to the young Taoist priest.

Airplanes!

After a few breaths, there was a faint buzzing sound, this buzzing sound seemed to be born from the soul of a person, but at this moment, Su Qinian's spiritual power was free, and his eyes were locked on the long knife in the young man's hand, and the slender blade was trembling with a very small amplitude, this subtle control of power was beyond Su Qinian's imagination.

Recite!

There was a very faint sound of sword roaring, Qing Yu's eyes were bright, staring at Ji Yuan Zhenren, although Ji Yuan Zhen Zhen had no sword on his body, but he had an intuition that this sword sound was from the hand of Ji Yuan Zhenren.

Whether it was the sound of the sword or the sound of the sword, after a while, it soared upward, stirring the sky, causing the entire sky to dim slightly.

At this moment, Su Qiannian and the three of them only felt extremely insignificant, and only the sound of swords and swords made their breathing stagnate, giving birth to a deep sense of powerlessness.

At this time, many figures in the martial arts arena also stopped moving, and everyone's eyes stayed on the young Taoist priest and Jiyuan Zhenren.

With the passage of time, the momentum on the young Taoist priest became more and more vigorous, and even Su Qinian and the others looked at it at a glance, there was a sense of dazzlingness, which was the sharp qi that belonged to the knife.

On the other hand, although the sound of the sword is getting louder, it still looks light, the edge is not obvious, and it is as warm as jade.

After half a cup of tea, the momentum of the young Taoist priest climbed to the peak, the wind and clouds above the nine heavens changed, and the brilliance of the blue-golden sun seemed to have become faint under the edge of this sword.

Su Qinian's eyes widened, this is the real martial arts master, or he has walked a long distance on the road of martial arts, such a momentum, and even caused changes in the sky, has exceeded his imagination.

Suddenly, the young Taoist priest opened his eyes, the sky and the earth were dark, he raised his feet and stepped forward, only one step down, but it seemed to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, the end of the world was close at hand, condensed under his feet, and he came to the place three feet in front of Jiyuan Zhenren in one step.

Boom!

The young Taoist priest took out the knife, the sword was bright, and in an instant it seemed to illuminate the good and evil in the world, and all the evil was destroyed, leaving only a round of the sun in the sky, brilliant.

Whew!

The air was torn apart by the sword light, the vacuum was slashed, and the void was slightly distorted wherever the sword light passed, as if everything had become no longer real.

There was a blank in his mind, and there was only this knife left in Su Qinian's eyes, and in the ancestral court, the illusory pale white knife shadow trembled slightly, and there were faint signs of recovery.

Recite!

At the moment when the young Taoist priest's sword fell, the sound of the sword also climbed to the extreme, only to see that above the heavenly dome, the blue-golden sun suddenly dimmed, and a blue-gold sword light bloomed from above the nine heavens, and in an instant, it became the only one between the heavens and the earth.

However, before Su Qinian and the three of them could see this sword light clearly, they saw its void flash and disappear.

Bite!

There was the sound of gold and iron resonating, and as soon as Qing Yu's eyes turned, he couldn't help but gasp, and even his voice trembled faintly.

"Qingyang Sword!"

It was a long sword that could be three feet nine inches long, the whole body was blue-gold, crystal like jade, and the sword body seemed to have a bright flow, at this time, it was so calmly suspended in front of the Jiyuan Zhenren, and the tip of the sword was slightly upward, resisting the long knife in the hand of the young Taoist.

The swords intersected, silently, centered on the two, the void was violently distorted, and even many people in the martial arts arena changed color, and some of the disciples who were slightly less cultivated retreated.

For example, Su Qiannian and the three of them also felt an extremely sad tearing force transmitted from the void, and they were simply far away from each other, although this tearing force was not small, it could still hold on.

But at this moment, Su Qiannian and the three of them couldn't care so much, and the eyes of the three of them were staring at the Qingyang Sword suspended in the air, which was the sword of the previous peak masters of Qingyang Peak, a psychic sword, looking at the martial arts in the world, it was also extremely rare, and it disappeared without a trace since the fall of the Jiyuan real person five hundred years ago.

"Sustenance of the original god, it is the sword technique!"

Qing Yu took a deep breath and couldn't help but sigh, the means that belong to the top people in the martial arts, after practicing the Yuan Shen, you can use the psychic blade to entrust the possession, and use the divine artifact, almost a magical means, enough to kill the enemy thousands of miles away.

"If you don't guess wrong, this knife is Qingyang Peak's unique "Retirement Knife", the virtue of Shuntian, grasp the fate," the fat man also said, "There is even a generation of three crazy Taoist people commenting on the martial arts of Wudang Zhumai, and bluntly said that if this "Retirement Knife" is practiced to the peak of the realm, it will never be inferior to the ordinary top martial arts. ”

......

The knife was useless, and the young Taoist priest put the knife back into the sheath, but he no longer made a move.

Jiyuan Zhenren smiled, stretched out his hand to take the Qingyang Sword, and with a gentle wave of the dust with his other hand, on the martial arts arena, the disciples dispersed, only the young Taoist priest and another man and a woman remained.

A disciple walked past Su Qinian and the three of them, treating them as air, as if they didn't exist.

"Hey!"

The fat man couldn't help but speak, stretched out his hand and wanted to grab someone, but he didn't want to pull it empty, his hand went straight through the disciple's chest.

Fake!

Qing Yu's eyes were a little dull, and Su Qinian groaned, this seemed to be a bit similar to the soul deterrent technique, and it seemed to be an illusion world in front of him, outlining all kinds of truths, which made people believe to be true.

However, this kind of soul deterrence technique is far from what Su Qinian can do now, and even the invisible sharp qi has evolved, almost confusing the real with the false, if it weren't for the fat man's shot, it would be impossible to see the truth at all.

"This Yuan Shen World belongs to the Extreme Yuan Zhenren, and if everything in front of him is good, it is very likely that his memory has been transformed. Su Qiannian said.

"Memory?" Qing Yu was stunned and said, "In other words, this memory is also real, and it really existed in the past." ”

"Yes, that's probably the case," the fat man was a little depressed at night, "Not to mention that the Extreme Yuan True Person had fallen five hundred years ago, even if he didn't die, it would be impossible to live for five hundred years, and it would be difficult for the Heavenly Mandate Sect Master to do it." ”

In front of the Qingyang Palace.

At this moment, the Jiyuan real person did not move, and the young Taoist priest and the other two did not move, and the four of them stood quietly like this, making Su Qinian and the three of them a little confused.

Coming to the martial arts arena, Su Qiannian and the three of them looked around, and everything in front of them was the Qingyang Palace that existed in the memory of Jiyuan Zhenren, which belonged to the peak of Qingyang Peak in the past.

Pity.

The three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw the regret in the eyes of the other two, five hundred years were like a sword, almost all traces were cut off, Qingyang Peak declined, the inheritance was cut off, the ruins became desolate, and the population was wiped out.

"What do they want to do?"

After half the incense, the fat man was a little suspicious, he looked at the four people in front of the Qingyang Hall not far away, half of the incense, and the four of them didn't move.

Hearing this, Su Qiannian and Qing Yu were also a little curious, they vaguely saw that in addition to Jiyuan Zhenren, the three young Taoist priests seemed to be the best among the disciples of Qingyang Peak that generation, especially the young Taoist priests, that knife was too amazing, in Wudang Mountain, where kendo is respected, it is really commendable and even incredible.

How can they get the inheritance severed by Qingyang Peak, in this mysterious and unpredictable world of primordial gods, Su Qinian and the three of them finally decided that if there is really a inheritance, I am afraid that it will exist in the Qingyang Pavilion next to the Qingyang Palace. (It's late.,Pure Yang's martial arts ten steps are still exploring.,This chapter is an attempt.,It's still being adjusted.,Ask for recommendation votes.,Ask for collection.。 ）