"Uncle Shi, where is this?" asked Guo Xiaosan puzzled. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"The eighteenth layer of Guangcheng Treasure - the Immortal Fighting Law Field. Qin Yu'er squinted her eyes, looking at the clouds in the sky being affected by the fighting method, like a funnel, converging from top to bottom, the vast soup, the dark clouds rolling, and the clouds were mixed with the riot of the true light of the five elements.

Xiao San was very curious, turned left and right, and was soon attracted by a lazy handsome Taoist and an old man on iron crutches, only to see that the Taoist was driving a mouthful of pure yang sword light several zhang long, and where he passed, the red glow was heavy, attacking from all directions, like angry waves.

And although the old man with the iron crutch has a sloppy face, his eyes are particularly spirited, as bright as a star, and the iron crutch in his hand is knocked or patted, and there is no powerful movement, but he can slap this imposing sword light outside.

"Li Tiegui, be careful!" The handsome Taoist suddenly let out a long roar, and the clouds exploded together, and the little three-eyed eyes were dazzling, and he saw that a three-foot villain was close in front of him, his hands were combined, and in front of his palm was a small sword, and the light of the tip of the sword was so bright that it seemed to be able to burn the soul.

In a trance, even the person with the sword drilled straight into his heart, and a strong tearing sensation came violently, and Xiao San's eyes suddenly burst into Venus, and he was about to fall.

"I can't even withstand the pressure of such a little Infant Sword, how can I use the Fu Pregnancy Sword in the future!"

Guo Xiaosan was suddenly startled, and hurriedly opened his eyes, only to see that Uncle Qin Yu'er was frowning at his house, looking dissatisfied, and hurriedly bowed his head and said, "Uncle, I was wrong, I won't next time." ”

"There is no next time, there will be a next time, you can go back and learn the Tao from your master, if you are really expelled from the door wall, I am afraid that he will talk again," Qin Yu'er walked forward without looking back.

This kind of attitude is something that Guo Xiaosan has never encountered, at least even if he is naughty and mischievous, the master is also hippie and smiling, and then he realized that the master and the uncle are different, and the attitude of the uncle is really like the legend, the methods of the ancestors of the previous generations of Qingcheng are harsh, indifferent, and unkind.

Even if you learn the Qingcheng sword, success is what you should do, and failure is not allowed, and only in this external environment where you don't advance or die, the ancestors of the past dynasties will be better than the blue.

On the contrary, this aroused the arrogance in Xiao San's heart, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly followed, even if the surrounding scene was shocking and vicious, he regarded it as nothing and never wavered.

Seeing this, the corners of Qin Yu'er's mouth raised slightly, what he wanted was your rebelliousness, and he said automatically: "You can also see that the eighteenth layer is the place where the Taoist immortals fought their skills, and every shadow is the impression left by the sages of the Taoist sects, and this Dan school swordsmanship is also a must of Taoism. ”

Seeing this, Guo Xiaosan hurriedly focused his attention on the nearby sword light masters, his talent was at least in the top three among the gourd babies, and he soon had a little feeling, this Taoist Dan school swordsmanship is often in and out like a dragon, with infinite momentum, one move and one style, can attract all kinds of celestial divine light, and the momentum is extremely prominent.

But somehow, Xiao San suddenly felt that there seemed to be something missing from these swordsmanship, something that should have been.

"The sword of Taoism is to use the sword to show their cultivation and mind, but the sword of the Qingcheng faction, the sword is the sword!"

Guo Xiaosan suddenly realized that Uncle Shi wanted to tell him this truth, and after a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Shi, what are we doing here?"

"Pack up a few small characters, as well as take a sword, a book. ”

As soon as the words fell, the clouds in front of him rolled, and a young man with closed eyes appeared, and on the other side, the sword-wielding boy also showed his figure, this is not over, the sky suddenly drooped by three points, and the sword fell like rain, and the cold light suddenly appeared, almost instantly making the skin cold.

"Yunyan, if your murderous aura can't be sealed into the sword, no matter how high your cultivation is, your swordsmanship won't be able to advance even a bit. ”

Qin Yu'er muttered to herself, and didn't see any movement from him, the flying sword seemed to be repulsed by the same sex, and they grazed his body one after another and inserted it into the clouds, but for a while, it was like a sword lotus floating in front of him.

"Why are you making progress again!" There was a sound from the sky that seemed to be disgusted, and I saw a teenage girl flying with a sword, dressed in a cloud lotus robe, revealing half of her wrist that deceived the frost and snow, and her two eyes were very attentive.

She is not a real girl, but one of the few women among the top ten scattered immortals in the East China Sea, the cloud sword fairy Wei Yunyan.

During the pre-Qin and Han dynasties, a large number of Fang Shi Dangong went to sea, among which there were also sword immortals in the pre-Qin period who took root in the East China Sea, Wei Yunyan inherited this vein, I saw her hand slightly summoned, a faint golden smoke floated out of the sword, lead and mercury gas came out, and the swords passed away like flowing water, slowly gathered into a thumb-sized gold ball, and fell into the mouth.

The sword immortals in the pre-Qin period were refining sword pills, and they were inseparable from the big explosion of the magic arts.

The friendship between the two is quite deep, and Wei Yunyan also knows the other party's temperament, so he didn't care about anything, so he just said: "After finding the "Danjian Sutra", go back and borrow it from me to read," and flew away after speaking.

And on the field, there were only two people left in front of them, "In this way, there are only two of you who are connected to my qi machine, the sword immortals of Middle Earth, it is really not as good as the generation." ”

"The Qingcheng faction has been in decline for many years, and you still have to say it to others," the sword-wielding boy was arrogant, and without saying a word, the long sword on his back that was taller than a person was immediately unsheathed, turning into a brilliant streamer and slashing towards his body, and there was a feeling of looking for a soulmate in the mountains and flowing water.

"Oh, it turned out to be the swordsmanship of the Kunlun faction," Qin Yu'er understood, pointed his finger, threw out a talisman, and automatically made a sword, and fought with the opponent in the air.

However, his attention was on the other person's body, and after looking the other party up and down, he suddenly said uncertainly: "Kongtong faction?"

"Yes, Kongtong faction, slave sword," this is the junior brother of Huo Changyi, the evil official in the world, the man who betrayed the master and wanted to collect the sword tips of various factions and enslave the fairy sword, but now his expression is quite steady, no longer hysterical before, and in the accidental opening of his eyes, only the terrifying whites of his eyes are left, and he is blind.

"Your eyes are self-poking?"

"It's better not to turn a blind eye than to turn a blind eye," Nu Jian said calmly.

"Okay!" Qin Yu'er praised, of course, not praising the other party for being blind, but praising the other party's body, the pure sword qi and sword intent, slowly outlining a green mountain peak in the air, the Ten Peaks Sword of the Kongtong Sect was really realized by this former traitor.

"Senior brother is right, I did take a detour, but it's not too late to come back. ”

"Of course it's not too late! The Qingcheng faction has been defeated for nearly three hundred years, and now it is still powerful in the world, and the three major sword immortal inheritances of the year should raise the sword edge again!"

"Thank you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the nearly 100-zhang mountain slammed straight into it, like a big mountain, and after it was shattered, it was recast into a ~ tempered steel peak.

Although today's slave sword is far lower than Qin Yu'er's Taoism, he still cherishes and pulls out the frog, a real swordsman must be respected!

As soon as the tip of the sword turned, the cyan pillar of light collided with the mountain peak, and there was a muffled thunder sound in the air, two surging sword qi squeezed and squeezed, and the roar shook angrily, and the white qi waves were discharged round after round, and after the time of half the incense, the blue light was flourishing, and the sword peak was slowly pressed down, and then at this moment, Qin Yu'er collected the sword.

"Looking forward to the day when you refine the Ten Peaks Sword. ”

"Thank you. ”

After the two of them exchanged the previous sentence without a head, the slave sword took the sword light, turned around and left, somehow, under the seemingly bleak appearance of the other party, Guo Xiaosan could feel the deep vitality and the indomitable determination.

Qin Yu'er didn't even look at the ancient sword boy, and walked straight forward, Guo Xiaosan hurriedly followed, I don't know how long he walked, and finally, on a cloud, they saw a figure.

Different from the other phantoms on the eighteenth floor, this figure is very solid, it is an old man in a green robe, sitting on half a knee, and in front of his knees, there is also a sword with a sheath, exuding a faint blue light.

The old man looked at the front with warm eyes, his hair was all down, and he seemed to have a faint anger, except for the center of his forehead, there was a small hole, but there was no blood.

"Any idea what this is?"

"When a person dies like life, his skin is not green and evil, his eyes are not destroyed, and his hair is taken off, it is called autopsy," Guo Xiaosan recalled.

"A real person uses a sword to dissect a person who dissects a cicada, but if you want to be liberated from a high-quality one, you must also have a high-quality sword. ”

Qin Yu'er looked at the cyan sword, the divine light in his eyes lit up, he saw the edge through the sheath, and suddenly saw the blue iron sword body, three feet nine inches long, one inch and four minutes wide, three and a half minutes thick, and a small poem was engraved on the inside of the hilt - the upper side is to inherit the green and the dark, and the lower is to control the nine yin, enter to hide the inseparable, and guard to chase away the evil demons.

Among them, the word Qing Ming sparkled, Qin Yu'er smiled slightly, it was indeed a good sword, even after the autopsy, it was not a little cheesy, so he said: "Go and give it a try and see if it can accept you." ”

Guo Xiaosan swallowed and foamed, slowly stepped forward, and silently wished in his heart: "The sword is psychic, my junior son swears that in the future, the Qingcheng Fu Sword will be carried forward, otherwise the evil ghost will devour the body and fall into reincarnation forever, if you are not willing to be lonely, and you still want to defeat the opponents in the world, please show your God!"

Wishing Fang exhausted, with a 'poof', the divine sword came out in response, with a sinister sound, and slashed straight towards Guo Xiaosan's head, and the extremely vicious murderous aura erupted, as if only one sword could completely kill the life under the blade.

The breath of death was entangled, Guo Xiaosan's scalp seemed to explode, fear and fear came to his heart, and he wanted to retreat, very much to retreat.

However, you can't take a step back!