Eternal Tranquility

The majestic sword energy, like golden cloud waves, covered the entire sky, with ups and downs and myriad phenomena, weaving a heart-stirring and shocking scene.

Liu Qinghuan's expression was complicated. It turned out that this was the real power of the Tainan Fairy Sword. He had a feeling that he had used it like a fire stick before.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Jiang Xianxian's whole body shrouded in the mighty sword light, with his clothes and hair flying, as if the swordsman had come to this world.

Liu Qinghuan stared at Taiwei's sword in astonishment. The stubborn dirt peeled off piece by piece, and it became smooth and new after a while.

The corners of his eyes twitched. He had spent countless efforts and time but could not remove the blood stains. He planned to take it to the treasure washing pool to wash it, but it was gone in the hands of others in less than a quarter of an hour. It was really annoying. also!

Sighing secretly, Liu Qinghuan closed her eyes and her expression became confused.

At this time, a broken roar came from the rumbling thunder, resounding throughout the fields.

All that could be seen was the dazzling golden sea. The jumping thunder rushed in and out of his body, and the majestic sword energy struck wave after wave. Gu Jingchen felt boundless despair.

He is not willing to die like this!

A pair of eye sockets with nothing left but blood holes spurted out an almost substantive sense of resentment, and all kinds of bugs rushed out, including famous vicious bugs and ordinary spiritual bugs like the blood-devouring bugs. It's so crowded and crowded that it makes one's scalp numb.

However, most of these insects were crushed into powder by the sword energy as soon as they appeared. However, they could not withstand the large number. One layer died and another layer was quickly replaced. Soon, a round cocoon formed, tightly wrapping Gu Jingchen in the center.

The monk surnamed Yu who was standing aside watching the show said, "Tsk, tsk, he still wants to escape."

Liu Qinghuan had withdrawn his sword domain at this time, and the sword of life and death fell back into his hand, and he raised his head and took a look. I saw the round cocoon moving outward with difficulty, and with every step it took, countless insects disappeared into nothing.

The monk surnamed Yu came closer and whispered in a tone of inquiring about secret gossip: "Fellow Daoist Liu, where did you get Tainan Sect's inherited sword? This sword is so powerful, will you return it to Tainan Sect? ?”

Liu Qinghuan said: "I haven't paid it back yet... Fellow Taoist Yu, do you think I should pay it back or not?"

"Hehe, well..." The monk surnamed Yu rolled his eyes: "It is indeed a difficult problem. If it were me, I would definitely not be willing to accept it. No matter which family Taiwei belonged to before, since it was in my hands by chance, why? I want to return it. But if I don’t return it...it’s not morally justified. After all, it is the inherited sword of Tainan Sect, and it may be detrimental to its reputation.”

Liu Qinghuan nodded calmly: "Yes, you are absolutely right."

"Fellow Daoist Liu, if you were an unknown person or a casual cultivator, it would be easy to say that the sky is high and the sky is high, who can care about who. But you are from the Wenshi sect and you are a disciple of senior Ming Yangzi, alas!"

Liu Qinghuan felt a burst of displeasure in her heart, and she lowered her face and said, "You are trying to blackmail me with morality. Do you have to return the sword?"

The monk surnamed Yu showed a look of astonishment. He probably didn't expect him to say it so directly. He laughed awkwardly and said: "This, this... Don't blame Fellow Daoist Liu, I'm just talking nonsense..."

Liu Qinghuan looked at him with a half-smile, then ignored him and turned to see how the battle was going.

In a few words, the cocoon moved a certain distance with difficulty. However, how could Jiang Xianxian let him really escape? With a dance of his big sword, another thunder struck down!

boom!

The cocoon quickly disintegrated and shattered, and countless insects flew in all directions, some even shooting out of the range of the sword energy with sparks all over them.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed, and Gu Jingchen, who was wrapped in the middle, disappeared!

"No, that person must have gotten into those bugs, don't let one go!"

His figure rolled out like a strong wind, he raised his sword and lowered it. The sword of life and death drew long marks that penetrated deeply into the void, and in the blink of an eye he killed several insects!

No one expected that Gu Jingchen still had this hand. Fortunately, not many bugs escaped, and they were quickly killed by the three of them.

Jiang Xianxian hesitated and said: "They should all be killed, right?"

The monk surnamed Yu patted his chest confidently and said: "We must kill them all. If that guy can escape like this, I will take his surname!"

Liu Qinghuan frowned, thought for a while and said: "It's okay, even if he escapes, there won't be any trouble. The Zhi clan has long been the target of public criticism. Since they reappear in the world, they will definitely be surrounded and suppressed again. The Yinyue Blood Realm will also inevitably be attacked. I will find their lair, and I will report it to the alliance and continue to trace the whereabouts of the Zhi tribe.”

"That's all we can do." Immortal Jiang Xian handed over the Taiwei Sword: "Fellow Daoist Liu, I would like to thank you very much today for being so broad-minded as to lend me the Taiwei Sword. Now it returns to Zhao in its entirety!"

His eyes lingered on the sword, which was as clean as new, but his hand was still firm.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him, reached out to take the sword, and said with a playful smile: "You don't want to take Taiwei back for your Tainan Sect?"

Jiang Xianxian was startled, then ecstatic. He immediately realized the looseness in his words, and was so excited that he stuttered.

"Liu, Fellow Daoist Liu, you mean, you are willing to..."

"No, I don't want to." Liu Qinghuan said calmly: "So you think carefully about the weight of the Taiwei Sword, and you can exchange it with me for the same weight of treasures!"

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Xianxian nodded repeatedly: "Although our Tainan Sect is about to disband, we still have a few things left, which will definitely satisfy our Taoist friends..."

Liu Qinghuan put the Taiwei Sword into Najie and interrupted him directly: "Then come to me when you are ready. Remember, this is of your own free will. Don't say that I forced you in the future, and don't use morality. Something like that to threaten you, haha!”

He sneered, not hiding the domineering and murderous intent in his tone.

The monk surnamed Yu on the side turned his head unnaturally and remained silent.

In fact, before returning the sword, Liu Qinghuan had a plan early on.

The Taiwei Sword naturally has a role for him, but it is not indispensable. What's more, after meeting Jiang Xianxian and stimulating his true power, he made up his mind.

In addition, the Taiyi Shuang Linggu in the Songxi Cave Heaven Map is about to mature, and its main branch is an innate sword, which can not only cut through the void, but also has incredible magical powers.

So in comparison, Taiwei seemed a bit useless in his hands. After all, he couldn't really wield a lot of swords, and the sword of life and death was connected to his mind, and he would never give up.

Liu Qinghuan turned the sword of life and death in his hand, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Xianxian say: "Fellow Daoist Liu, is this your soul sword?"

"Huh? That's right."

"I really envy you fellow Taoist. The sword spirit of your sword is extremely powerful, no worse than Taiwei's."

Liu Qinghuan paused, raised the Sword Spirit of Life and Death in front of his eyes, and said in surprise: "Sword Spirit?"

Jiang Xianxian looked at him strangely: "Yes, although the sword spirit looks a little weak, but..."

He opened his eyes suddenly: "You, you don't know? The sword spirit of your sword is generated by yourself?!"

Liu Qinghuan didn't have time to reply to him, so she hurriedly put the sword spirit of life and death between her eyebrows. She felt a vague shadow in the middle of the sword body, and said with surprise and joy: "A sword spirit has really been born!"

The monk surnamed Yu also came over to join in the fun: "Wow, the sword spirit is born by itself! Only a top-quality spiritual sword has a one-in-10,000 chance of producing its own sword spirit. Fellow Daoist Liu, your sword will be great in the future!"

Liu Qinghuan felt as if he had been hit by a big cake falling from the sky. The depression of agreeing to return Taiwei was swept away, and he could only feel the ecstatic joy of the newly born sword spirit again and again.

He suddenly remembered that when Gu Jingchen and others flew out of the formation, they were almost killed due to the sudden burst of butterfly powder. If it weren't for the stinging pain in his hand, the Sword of Life and Death would only wake him up if it cut through his palm.

At that time, I thought it was because he was holding it too tightly. Now think about it, if he was caught in a nightmare, how could he still hold the sword? It was simply the sword of life and death automatically protecting the master!

And he had been so busy these days that he didn't even notice that the Sword Intent of Life and Death quietly produced a sword spirit!

Jiang Xianxian and the monk surnamed Yu both expressed congratulations, but Liu Qinghuan suppressed her words and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

"Fellow Daoist Liu, what's the name of your sword? Haha, another famous sword has appeared in the world, so we can brag to others in the future."

Liu Qinghuan's face froze, and he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to name the sword for so long!

"Haha, let's talk about this later. Things are going on here. Someone will probably arrive soon. There may also be people from the Yin and Moon Blood Realm. Let's find a safe place."

Jiang Xianxian nodded in agreement and took out the communication talisman: "Yes, then I will inform other fellow Taoists that they don't need to come."

The three of them said no more, left a mess and left quickly.

The stronghold of the Yin-Moon Blood Realm below had been completely destroyed in successive fierce battles. Countless Yin-Moon Blood Realm monks who had fallen into nightmares were silently turned into ashes because they were left unattended.