The breeze blew the white clothes, and before Mu Qingliu's words fell, his heart suddenly jumped, he felt the calm and somewhat strange atmosphere in the mountain gate, the dojo, and also saw Wulingcheng, Sun En and other five people.

Immediately, his eyelids jumped.

Of course, he felt the breath of other soldiers, but he thought it was only Wulingcheng. Where did he expect that there were five soldiers on King Quan Mountain.

"Brother Mu has been sitting for a long time, and I don't want to go further. It's a pity, it's a sigh."

In the dojo, An Qisheng seemed to feel something, but the light in his eyes was not Mu Qingliu, but what he was holding in his arms.

It is a sword box, its color is simple.

Compared to the Heaven Slaying Sword that had not recovered in the body of the white clothed boy, it seemed that this sword box made him more concerned.

Hearing An Qisheng's sigh, Mu Qingliu's heart moved, he still didn't know what was in the sword box.

It seems that this Daoist Wang Quan actually knows?

"Brother Mu has this intention, this thing, I will accept it."

An Qisheng sighed slightly, as if a little regretful.

A hundred feet away, Mu Qingliu felt a mighty qi rolling in, and with a slight curl, he swept away the sword box in his arms.

hum~

The moment the sword box rose, the people in the martial arts on the mountain and down the mountain, no matter what their cultivation level, all felt a chill in their hearts.

It was as if he had been pierced through his heart by a sharp sword.

Immediately, I don't know how many people could not help but shout back, but when they touched it, they didn't realize that they were injured.

"This is"

Looking at the sword box rising into the sky, Yan Kuangzu's eyes brightened.

An Qisheng tapped the back of the chair, his eyes faintly:

"Sword twenty-three!"

There is never only one person making progress in the world.

Five years ago, in the battle of Hanhai, all the major divine veins had feelings. Apart from himself, the one who gained the most was Mu Qingfeng, who was almost separated from Pang Wanyang by Jian Twenty-two.

huh~

After the sword box trembled for a moment, it suddenly turned into powder.

A sword bounced out.

shuh~

It seemed that lightning struck the sky in the night, and the sword light that swayed in an instant covered everyone's eyes.

After a moment, someone saw the sword that popped out after the sword box was broken.

The Divine Sword has no handle and no color, or in other words, its color is not the color of the human world. When you see it with the naked eye, there is no color at all, but it is in the sense of the divine will of many gods.

That sword, blooming like a wave of clear water and blue sky.

Feeling slightly, it seems to see the mountains and clear water, and the flawless swordsman who sits quietly on the top of the mountain, with a breath as cold as a mountain spring.

Mu Qingfeng.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes to look, and the swordsman on the mountain also raised his eyes. They were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, but the two seemed to see each other.

Everything is in this sword of divine will.

Qizhou Mountains.

Amidst the green mountains and clear waters, Mu Qingfeng seemed to be aware of it. Looking at the clouds in the sky, he also seemed to see the Taoist man in white.

Five years ago, he broke the vast sea with his sword. After that, he abandoned the sword and sat quietly by the lake for five years, forgetting all swordsmanship.

Until a few days ago, he had seen all the twenty-two swords before.

In the end, it became a style of sword twenty-three.

He felt that this sword was already his limit, the limit of the world, and even if it were another ten years, a hundred years, three hundred years, there would not be any progress.

Only then did he feel the feeling of Pang Wanyang.

Everything in the world is empty, and the Dao is ahead but cannot advance half a step. How helpless is this?

"Brother, why are you"

Mu Qinghua stood not far away, looking at his brother's back, his face was a little gloomy:

"Even if there is a breakthrough, why do you have to choose the 100th birthday of Wang Quan Daochang?"

Mu Qinghua felt sad.

He is Mu Qingfeng's younger brother. He learned swordsmanship and martial arts with his elder brother since he was a child. For him, Mu Qingfeng is also a brother and a father.

Even though he knew his intentions, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

I want him to stay for a few more days, even if it's just a few days.

"Young Daoist An will not mind this gift. Mu Qingfeng has learned all his life, he will stick to it all his life, and he will pursue it all his life. He Xun Pang Wanyang?"

Mu Qingfeng didn't look back, turned his back to his younger brother, and his voice was rarely warm:

"I have been alone all my life, I have no children, and I have no apprentices. Wanjian Villa is all taken care of by you. It's hard work."

"Brother!"

Mu Qinghua's body trembled, and couldn't help but burst into tears: "Eldest brother, brother can't bear you"

"Meeting is fate, and separation is fate, just as I was born between the green mountains and blue waters, the green mountains and blue waters remain the same, I'm just passing by."

Mu Qingfeng's figure was straight, and his voice gradually returned to calm:

"Little brother, the road ahead, I want you to go alone!"

The fog was thick among the mountains, and the breeze that came along with the words blew past, and the fog shrouded down and enveloped Mu Qingfeng.

Boom!

At that time, there was a sudden thunderstorm in the sky, and the dark clouds came from nowhere, and instantly enveloped the entire Wanjian Villa.

Between the mountains, it seemed like a moment of eternal night.

But it seemed to be just an instant, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the dark clouds dissipated again.

Pfft!

Mu Qinghua fell to his knees, his heart aching like a twist:

"Brother!"

buzz~

On the top of Wangquan Mountain, there was a sudden sound of a sword roaring like a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring.

In an instant, the radiant sword light descended on the top of the mountain like a great sun, and under the bright sword light, it was full of sword light for dozens of miles!

Many people retreated subconsciously, mobilizing their inner strength to protect themselves.

But I only felt that the sword energy was like light, like the spring breeze, like the green mountains and clear water, like the fog and the sea of ​​​​clouds, without the slightest sharpness.

Look up.

I saw that in the brighter and brighter sword light, there seemed to be a looming figure of a swordsman in white, which seemed illusory and real.

"This!"

Inside the dojo, many divine veins stood up together, looking at this scene, their faces changed, and they could see the state of Mu Qingfeng at this time.

Yan Fan even drank:

"Mu Qingfeng, are you crazy or don't want to live anymore?!"

Boom!

With a scolding from Yan Kuang, in the distant sky, there is a faint thunder rolling in, and dark clouds seem to condense from all directions, and the celestial phenomenon is changed in an instant!

The tumbling thunder seemed to be provoked, becoming more and more grand and surging.

"Grandpa?!"

Seeing the figure flickering in the sword light, Mu Qingliu's eyes widened, as if thinking of something, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she wanted to say something, but she suddenly shocked.

Inside the dojo, an indescribable sword light was felt.

Several people in Wuling City looked at each other and changed.

This sword light doesn't seem to be sharp at all, but the purity of the divine will in it is somewhat unbelievable.

They never thought that the purity of a person's divine will could reach this level.

Was this person a sword in his previous life?

If it hadn't already been known that Mu Qingliu was the Sword Master of the Extreme Demon, Wuling City would have thought that this person was the Sword Master of Heaven Slaying!

"Why is this necessary?"

Seeing Mu Qingfeng, who was illusory like a cloud in the sword light, An Qisheng both admired and regretted.

When the divine will comes out of the body, it will cause changes in the celestial phenomena. Under the rolling thunder, it must be the end of the spirit and soul.

Unless you can break the gate of heaven.

Mu Qingfeng's move is a real death sentence, but it is difficult to predict whether he will be able to survive.

Even at this time, Mu Qingfeng's divine will was no less powerful than Pang Wanyang five years ago.

However, in the end, the grasp of Qi Qi depends on the individual.

Even if An Qisheng could grasp that qi machine by himself, he could not guarantee that Mu Qingfeng would be able to capture that qi machine at this time.

"When I was young, among the many brothers and sisters, I was the only one who didn't pay much attention to swordsmanship. I played around in the mountains every day. They only told me that I didn't like swordsmanship, but they didn't know that I only had to take a look and I would surpass the villa. The master who taught swordsmanship in the

Mu Qingfeng stood in the sword light, floating like fog.

The thunder rolling from the horizon, the countless gazes in the gate of the dojo, Yan Kuangsu's scolding, and Mu Qingliu's exclamation of grief, he didn't seem to have heard or cared about it at all.

In his eyes, there is only the Taoist who is located in the middle of the black and white dojo, just like the black and white Taiji map.

"I was seventeen years old that year, in the entire Wanjian Villa, thousands of swordsmen, no one was better than me in swordsmanship, they thought that I met a stranger to teach swordsmanship, and they pursued me in the mountains for several years, but they couldn't see it at all. All the grass, trees, bamboo and stones in the mountains can be used as swords, and the green mountains and clear waters are all my teachers.

Heaven and earth have passed on all my swordsmanship, and I shall return the sword of heaven and earth! "

Among the words that were cold and flowing like a clear spring, the sword light that filled the sky was taken away.

Boom!

The thunder like a silver snake pierced the sky, and the moment it snaked down like a dragon, Mu Qingfeng moved with the sword, pointing directly at An Qisheng:

"This sword is called Sword Twenty-three!"

hum~

As soon as the sword light was fired, all sounds were silent, and time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

The wind didn't blow, the clouds didn't flow, and the dust drifting between the heavens and the earth froze.

Shanmen, thousands of martial arts practitioners in the dojo, only felt an indescribable wave spread and spread, as if they were completely blocked.

They could see the frozen world, but they seemed to have lost control over their bodies.

Even if the sky is like a sea of ​​clouds, the great masters of the divine veins like Wang Jianglong, Wulingcheng, Mu Qingliu, Sun En and other soldiers seem to have stopped in place and cannot move.

He could only helplessly watch the endlessly stunning sword light strike at a speed that seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact surpassed the limit of the world.

That ray of sword light was no longer the Xuanhe before, but it was even more thrilling. As this sword penetrated, they seemed to see green mountains and green waters, Yunjuan Yunshu, the sword fairy in white, and When it arrives at the world of all things~lightnovelpub.net~, it seems that the whole world is contained in the sword light!

The sword is obtained from heaven and earth, so it is returned to the world!

In the middle of the dojo, An Qisheng's eyes were like a mirror, reflecting this stunning sword light:

"This is Sword Twenty-three"

The sword light is like water, like wind, like mountains, rivers and mountains, like birds, beasts, insects and fish, without the slightest murderous edge.

Where the sword light passed, it became a complete blank and nothingness.

Whether it is light or dust, all tangible and intangible things have been beheaded, erased, and wiped away, as if they never existed between heaven and earth!

Heaven and earth are ruthless, take all things as cud dogs!

The most ruthless person in the world is nothing more than the world itself!

At the end of the ruthless, it is the sword of heaven and earth!