He glanced at the red fire crow behind him, gritted his teeth, suddenly changed direction, and flew in another direction, in an instant.

"Quack!"

The red fire raven suddenly picked up speed and chased after it.

In less than ten breaths, the red fire crow was less than three hundred zhang away from Wang Qingshan.

The red fire crow opened its mouth and spewed out billowing flames, and where the flames passed, the void twisted for a while, as if it could not withstand the heat.

The green glass sword in Wang Qingshan's hand shook slightly, and a large piece of cyan sword qi rolled out, turning into a hundred-zhang long cyan sword light, slashing towards the red flames.

Thundered!

The cyan sword light was shattered by the red flames, and Wang Qingshan was also hundreds of zhang away.

After another ten breaths, a thousand-zhang peak appeared in front of him, and the peak was covered by a thick fog.

A whistling sound came from behind him, and hundreds of giant fireballs the size of water tanks smashed from behind him, and a rolling heat wave rushed towards his face.

Thundered!

After Wang Qingshan smashed dozens of giant fireballs, he was still hit by more than a dozen giant fireballs, and a sea of red fire submerged Wang Qingshan's figure.

The red fire crow wanted to take other means, and suddenly, a sharp sword roar came from the peak, and the next moment, a seven-color sword qi more than a thousand zhang long flew out, with a momentum of destroying the world and the earth, slashing towards the red fire crow.

The seven-colored sword qi instantly arrived in front of the red fire crow, and the speed was extremely fast.

The red fire crow hurriedly spewed out rolling flames, and the flames were like tissue paper, and they were smashed by the seven-colored sword qi.

The red fire crow flapped its wings, trying to dodge, but it was too late, and its claws were cut off by the seven-colored sword qi, and it was dripping with blood.

You must know that it is a fourth-order demon bird, even if it is a magic weapon, it is impossible to cut off its claws with a single blow.

The sea of red fire suddenly burst open, Wang Qingshan's breath was sluggish, his face was bloodless, turned into a cyan light, and flew towards the peak.

Seeing that the prey was about to be captured, the red fire crow naturally would not stop there, intending to chase Wang Qingshan, but at this moment, a large area of seven-colored sword qi flew out from the peak, slashing towards the red fire crow with great momentum.

The red fire raven was startled, flapped its wings, turned a corner, and flew in the other direction.

As soon as Wang Qingshan approached the peak fifty zhang, a powerful suction force suddenly appeared, as if there was an invisible big hand, pushing him towards the peak.

Wang Qingshan's face changed, and the blue light on his body rose sharply, and he wanted to avoid it.

The suction suddenly increased greatly, and Wang Qingshan's body flew towards the peak uncontrollably.

As soon as the environment in front of him changed, Wang Qingshan suddenly appeared on a peak full of flying swords.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and you could see a lot of flying swords, some of which only had the hilt left, and some of which were uncertain.

"This is Sword Peak!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised, the sword peak is the dojo of the sword, generally speaking, the big forces will build a sword peak to temper the juniors.

The sword peak is easy to establish, but it is more difficult to form power, first of all, there must be a large number of flying swords, and secondly, it must be accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years before the sword peak can form power.

The Wang family has also established the Sword Peak, but for more than a hundred years, it has not yet formed a power, and there are thousands of flying swords of all kinds, most of which are magic weapon-level flying swords, and a few are magic weapon-level flying swords.

At the same time that Wang Qingshan appeared, a gust of wind blew, and the sound of swords was loud, and the flying swords inserted in the ground shook one after another, emitting bursts of clear sword sounds.

"Isn't Jin Yue Zhenren a refiner, when did he become a sword cultivator?"

Wang Qingshan muttered to himself, with an incredible expression on his face.

Considering that the fourth-order demon bird might still be wandering around, Wang Qingshan did not leave immediately, sat down cross-legged, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a blue pill and took it, and meditated to breathe.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan's pale face returned to ruddy.

He stood up and looked around.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, some flying swords were rusty, vines were crawling on top of the sword, and there was a large patch of broken copper and iron on the ground.

Wang Qingshan pulled out a rusty long sword, and the patterns on the hilt were blurred.

He thrust his sword back into its original position and headed up the hill.

Along the way, he saw a large number of flying swords, these flying swords came in different shapes, including magic weapons and magic weapons.

Wang Qingshan muttered in his heart: "Could it be that this is not the Zahua Cave Mansion of Jinyue Zhenren, but the site of a great sect of cultivating immortals?

With this question in mind, he walked up the hill.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan came halfway up the mountain, and his face became solemn.

He always felt that there was something on the mountain that had been calling to him, and this was the first time this had happened.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath and walked forward.

A sharp sword roar sounded, and colorful sword qi flew out from the mountain, weaving into a huge sword net, covering Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword intent rushed out from Wang Qingshan's body, and the green glass sword in his hand slashed towards the void, and a large piece of sharp cyan sword qi rolled out, slashing towards the attacking sword net.

Thundered!

The sword net was shattered by the cyan sword qi, and the qi waves rolled.

Wang Qingshan walked towards the mountain, and the flying sword inserted in the ground released a large piece of sword qi from time to time, slashing towards Wang Qingshan, but it was easily defused by Wang Qingshan.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qingshan appeared in a huge bluestone square.

In the center of the square, there is a cyan stone platform of more than ten zhang large, and there is a green flying sword inserted on the stone platform, and a lotus pattern is carved on the hilt of the cyan flying sword. Around the stone platform are thirty-six thick cyan stone pillars, each with a flying sword carved on the surface of the cyan stone pillar, and the thirty-six flying swords have different shapes.

A tall old man in a golden shirt stood on a cyan stone platform, his head sweating profusely and his face slightly pale.

"Who's hiding, get out of here. ”

Wang Qingshan's face turned cold, and the green glass sword in his hand emitted a clear sword sound, and a large piece of cyan sword qi swept out, slashing towards a certain void.

The yellow light flashed, and a large piece of yellow light flew out, blocking the cyan sword qi, revealing a young woman in a yellow dress with a graceful figure and a middle-aged man with a tiger's back and a bear's waist.

If it weren't for Wang Qingshan's strong divine sense, he might have been ambushed by them.

"Wang Daoyou, don't get me wrong, we don't mean anything else, we thought we were enemies. ”

The young woman in the yellow dress said with a smiling face, they have seen Wang Qingshan's strength with their own eyes, even if there are three of them, they dare not say that they can kill Wang Qingshan.

They are not as good as Wang Qingshan, with the support of three Yuanying monks behind them, Wang Qingshan must have hole cards on him.

"Hmph, this sword is related to me, you can go! I can act as if nothing happened. ”

Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the cyan flying sword.

He now understands that this sword peak is to cultivate this flying sword, through the power of the formation, absorb the sword qi of other flying swords, refine it into this flying sword, and look at the amazing aura it exudes, this flying sword is already a spiritual treasure.

The power of the magic weapon is divided into ordinary magic treasures, ancient treasures, spirit treasures, and Tongtian spirit treasures from low to high, and the flying sword in front of him is already a spirit treasure, even the Yuanying monk wants to keep it for himself.

The two young women in the yellow dress hid and made it clear that they had bad intentions, and Wang Qingshan didn't want to kill.

"Wang Daoyou, there is a first come and then one in everything, and you are too deceitful to do this. ”

The young woman in the yellow dress said with a cold face, for the sake of a spiritual treasure, she would rather fight with Wang Qingshan, two fists are invincible with four hands, Wang Qingshan is just one person, she doesn't believe it, Wang Qingshan can kill the three of them.