At the same time that Mr. Shui Jing meets Li Changgu, another young man appears in Whitefish Town.

Monks in the world, when the realm reaches a certain point, can maintain their appearance unchanged, of course, if they set foot in the twilight of life, most monks are reluctant to use the qi machine to maintain their appearance.

Therefore, most of the monks who can have young looks are in the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Most of the monks who ascended the tower realm had lived for hundreds of years, and no matter what their appearance was, most of them could not hide the vicissitudes in their eyes.

But this one, his eyes are clear.

There's only life in it.

When the monk, dressed in a blue robe and holding a folding fan, appeared on the street.

In fact, many people can't imagine that such a handsome son is actually a monk who has ascended the tower.

Yan Yu stood by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, standing with Zenzi.

After Zen Zi glanced at the young scholar, he sighed: "Your sect has many talents, this senior should be a jade-faced scholar, right?"

Yan Yu was a little surprised, he looked at Zen Zi and asked with a smile, "Why is Zen so knowledgeable?"

Zenzi looked at the man in the distance and said, "This should have been two hundred years ago, no one in the world has seen this senior for two hundred years, and I didn't expect that he would still appear in front of us today." ”

Yan Yu nodded, "Even most people in the school palace can't remember this senior. ”

Zenzi sighed: "There is no reason why I have to die, why should I do this?"

Yan Yu thought for a moment, and then said: "It was originally a situation that would never die. ”

In the mountains and rivers, the three sects and the swordsmen are in the same vein, whether it can be said that it is not endless, and whether it can be said that it is an enemy of life and death, in fact, there was a definite number as early as 6,000 years ago.

Zen Zi moved his gaze, unwilling to look at the jade-faced scholar again, but said: "In today's battle, the swordsman is exhausted, and several climbers are the first-class combat power in the world, but in comparison, it is still not as good as Confucianism and Taoism combined." ”

Yan Yu was silent, whether it was Confucianism or Taoism, the foundation of 6,000 years in the mountains and rivers, where is the swordsman lineage can be compared, if the swordsman lineage had not been in the morning and autumn, it might have already become the dust of history.

Zenzi said, "No one can stop this senior." ”

This is a fact, when Wei Chunzhi dissipated, the swordsman who was present on the tower, Zhou Qing was almost about to die here, the old man was too busy to take care of himself, and Xu Yan couldn't get out, although Li Changgu had just arrived, but after being stopped by Mr. Shuijing, he didn't have the ability to rush to the aid of others.

This jade-faced scholar was originally a monk of the Ascending Realm who was not in a low realm, and it can be said that whichever battle situation he joins now, which battle situation will be tilted one-sidedly.

Zenzi said calmly: "I don't know who this senior is going to kill first." ”

Yan Yu shook his head, "Who knows." ”

......

......

The jade-faced scholar came here to kill people.

So after a short while, he appeared on the battlefield where Xu Zhi was.

This incognito swordsman who is even more incognito than Zhou Qing has already killed one of the climbers, and now he has seriously injured another one, and the one who can stand in front of him is still no big problem, but Xu Yan's face is a little pale.

When the jade-faced scholar came here, it almost laid the situation of Xu Yi's death in battle.

This young man, who could say that Yushu was in the wind, looked at Xu Yan and said calmly: "You deserve to die." ”

Xu Yan smiled coldly, raised his sword in front of his chest, and did not answer.

In his opinion, the jade-faced scholar who didn't dare to make a move before, but now came to him, was still afraid of the swordsman's killing power.

The jade-faced scholar slapped the palm of his hand with the bottom of the folding fan and said, "No matter what, you deserve to die, I haven't made a move for two hundred years, and this shot will kill a swordsman who climbs the stairs, which is not bad." ”

Xu Yan smiled: "Let's try?"

For the first time in his life, he shot and killed a climber.

Of course, the yellow crane at that time didn't count!

The majestic sword qi swept through the wind and snow, forming a strange tornado, whether it was the wind and snow, or the sword intent, it was all full of killing intent.

The jade-faced scholar stretched out his hand to watch a snowflake fall on the back of his hand, and then watched this snowflake fall apart, the jade-faced scholar picked up a folding fan a little, and a majestic qi like the Nine Heavens Galaxy swept in.

Xu Yan swung out a sword.

It was also a majestic sword qi, sweeping towards the jade-faced scholar.

It's just that after the sword qi swept over a certain distance, it suddenly stopped.

The jade-faced scholar stretched out his hand and pulled it away, and he actually tore those sword qi apart.

He stood in place, folding the fan in his hand, looking very leisurely.

The other two monks who were here looked at each other, and they could see the horror in each other's eyes.

This is the same as ascending the stairs, and Xu Yan is not something they can deal with, but no one thought that this young man is obviously a monk in the three sects, and he is even like this, and he is far superior to them.

Xu Yan frowned, although this sword was not a sword at its peak, but it was definitely not inferior to the general ascending realm, where did he think that it would be like now, but it was stopped by the jade-faced scholar.

His face was solemn.

The jade-faced scholar shook his head and said, "The so-called swordsman, but that's it. ”

This is not that he is mocking Xu Yan in such a state, but from his own heart, whether it is Xu Yan at the peak or not, there is no possibility of defeating him.

This is extreme self-confidence.

Of course, it is also based on the cognition of its own extremely strong strength.

Xu Yan said seriously: "You are very strong. ”

The jade-faced scholar was noncommittal, just repeatedly tapping his palm with a folding fan, he thought for a moment, and then said, "Now you should die." ”

After saying this, a finger stretched out.

And on the opposite side, a sword light was naturally born.

But soon an indifferent voice came from the sky, "Jumping clown!"

——

After Li Fuyao killed a Taiqing Realm monk with a sword again, he was really exhausted.

He clubbed his sword and looked at the other Taiqingjing on the corner of the street, there was really nothing he could do.

The sword qi in the Spirit Mansion was empty, and it was impossible to hand out a sword.

The man walked slowly to this side, a pen in his hand, and his qi gathered here, presumably to kill him with one blow.

But soon, a wisp of sword qi swept through the sky, and a sword pierced through his chest.

Life is cut off.

A white-robed man suddenly appeared in front of Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao raised his head and saw the man's face clearly, even if it was a little incredible.

Because of this face, he has seen it more than once.

He opened his mouth and did not speak.

The white-robed man's gaze fell on the green silk hand in Li Fuyao's hand.

He didn't move, but the green silk couldn't stop trembling.

In those trembling sounds, there are a lot of emotions, the joy of reunion after a long absence, and a little sadness......

The white-robed man said to himself: "It is in your hands, and it has suffered some grievances. ”

Li Fuyao lowered his head and said nothing, he naturally knew that the previous owner of this sword was the rarest sword embryo in the world, and the sword dao qualification was so high that even the sword immortal Chao Qingqiu couldn't compare, how could he compare.

Therefore, it is normal to have grievances.

The white-robed man continued, "It's just that it's still in the right hand. ”

Li Fuyao said in a low voice: "I'm sorry. ”

The white-robed man looked at Li Fuyao, shook his head, and remembered: "This world has changed, it's not the same world as it used to be, you have to live a harder life, you don't have to be sorry for anyone, whether it's Qingsi or anything else, it's always not the same as it was back then......"

"What's your name?"

The white-robed man looked at Li Fuyao and asked softly.

Li Fuyao replied: "Li Fuyao." ”

The white-robed man nodded, his expression calm, "I didn't think that I could look at this world again, and I didn't think that you would be so difficult, but I thought that I could always do something, even if it wasn't because I was a swordsman, but it seemed to be because I was Bai Zhihan......"

Li Fuyao shouted in a low voice: "Senior, why are you ......?"

Li Fuyao had seen Bai Zhihan twice before, the first time was when he held the Qingsi Sword for the first time, at that time, he saw the scene of Bai Zhihan dying in Sword Mountain, and the second time in Wanbao Pavilion in Chen State, more specifically, but the second time Bai Zhihan was far less gentle than Bai Zhihan today.

Bai Zhihan looked at Li Fuyao, thought for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and said, "I'm coming to you...... It's to borrow a sword......"

Chao Qingqiu let him reappear in the world, and also found a sword for him, all of which were swords of the swordsmen of the Ascending Realm, but they were far from being as easy as Qingsi's hand.

Therefore, he came here to borrow a sword from Li Fuyao.

The reason why it is said to be a borrowed sword.

That's because the Qingsi Sword is really not his Bai Zhihan's sword anymore.

Now the owner of Qingsi is Li Fuyao.

Li Fuyao let go of the green silk and said softly: "Senior, this is your sword." ”

Bai Zhihan shook his head, "This is your sword." ”

He added, "Lend me for use." ”

Li Fuyao didn't speak again, but just took two steps back.

Bai Zhihan looked at this green silk, took a step forward, and reached out to hold this green silk.

In a split second.

A sword roar resounded in the sky.

If Chao Qingqiu's sword roar can be heard by everyone in the world, and it can also convey a message that the swordsmen in the world can go somewhere.

Then Bai Zhihan's sword roar has only one meaning.

That's when I'm back!

Who am I?

I am Bai Zhihan, I am the last sword embryo in the world, and I am the strongest swordsman in the Ascending Realm back then.

So when I'm standing here, under the sea, no matter who it is, I should retreat.

When I want to kill, whoever it is, I have to die.

Bai Zhihan held the green silk, and an unprecedented majestic sword qi was born from him.

So at this moment, this sword embryo from six thousand years ago, a swordsman in the Ascending Realm.

It's back.

The last sword embryo in the world made an extremely strange move, that is, he raised his sword to cut a ravine in the ground.

He stood in the ravine and whispered, "Long time no see." ”