I have a role in the heavens

If we were to say who has the most distinctive personality in the Wensheng lineage, it would undoubtedly be Zuoyou. The Wensheng lineage, including the old scholar, likes to talk about great principles with people, but Zuoyou is different, he likes to use the sword!

"If talking about principles is useful, why should I practice sword?"

Zuoyou became a disciple of the old scholar when he was young. Zuoyou even seemed to be unique in his study. The first sentence he said when he saw the old scholar.

"I have no money, but I want to study!"

At that time, the old scholar was not famous yet and was extremely poor! He and his eldest disciple Cui Luo lived a hard life of three days of hunger and nine meals, but Zuoyou's self-righteousness was very much to the old scholar's taste, so he became the old scholar's second disciple.

Later, with the arrival of Jun Qian and Qi Jingchun, the sect became lively all of a sudden, and Zuoyou finally became a senior brother. I thought that being a senior brother would allow me to enjoy the admiration and respect of my junior brothers, but I didn't expect to meet a junior brother like Qi Jingchun.

Qi Jingchun is the most beloved disciple of the old scholar. He is deeply influenced by the old scholar. If he catches someone, he will give him a meal!

Zuo Zuo has a stubborn character, but Qi Jingchun has a hot temper, and he always adds a few words to his words after Zuo Zuo.

"Senior brother, you are convinced but your heart is not convinced. This is unacceptable!"

How could Zuo Zuo endure it? He would give his junior brother a beating, and then Qi Jingchun would go to the old scholar to complain. What a deep friendship between senior brothers and a happy life!

He is upright and upright, and he can't stand the many insults in the world, and he is unwilling to accept them. He has a noble character and is not stained by dust, so he went to A Liang to learn swordsmanship. He is not a natural swordsman like Ning Yao. An innate sword embryo, he is not a genius in swordsmanship, but although he practiced swords late, he breaks through the realm very quickly. He is expected to become the youngest Fourteenth Swordsman in Haoran, a Confucian disciple. However, Zhou Jue's sudden rise later made it impossible for him to compete for the title of the best swordsman.

There are always times when the left and right believers can't make sense, but the sword in his hand won't. From this point of view, he is a natural sword cultivator. Whether he is right or not depends on whether he can defeat the long sword in his hand. It's simple and clear!

In the blessed land of Lizhu, now Longquan County of the Great Li Dynasty, in the sword-making furnace of the military sage Ruan Qiong, a girl in green swung a big iron hammer in her hand and smashed it down fiercely, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was amazing. In the corner of this hot sword house, a tall boy was sleeping soundly, and the huge noise in the room didn't affect him at all.

The middle-aged man was naked, and the muscles were clearly defined, like iron castings, containing terrifying power. He turned the red iron block and kept instructing his daughter to drop the hammer. He glanced at his disciple who only knew how to sleep all day, without any dissatisfaction on his face, but showed a look of relief.

"This kid's ancestral sword scripture is indeed mysterious. It allowed him to enter the middle five realms so quickly and become a cave realm cultivator!"

Liu Xianyang's breathing was steady. The 365 acupoints around his body were like 365 caves and blessed places. The doors of each acupoint were wide open, absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. With each breath, his breath slowly increased.

"A hundred years and 36,000 battles, trying to take the universe to sleep!"

This is what the Liu family sword scripture said at the beginning. Liu Xianyang didn't take it seriously at first, but later he found that it was really true. As long as the cultivator is diligent enough, he can really travel to the 36,000 ancient battlefields in his dreams and be in them.

Liu Xianyang's mind followed the dream, going further and further, just like walking along the long river of time to the source. Liu Xianyang saw countless ancient gods in his dream, moving mountains and seas, with great magical powers, but one after another fell on the battlefield, and only those dozen remained standing.

These dozens of gods seemed to be able to sense Liu Xianyang's presence, but they didn't care about him, an ant, and didn't pay any attention to him, allowing him to watch the battle.

There was a mighty dragon that covered the sky and the sun, with a huge body, wandering in the bright galaxy, but was suddenly revealed by a majestic being sitting on a throne, stretched out his hand to grab a bright red star, and crushed it at will, killing it.

There was also a tall sword holder with dazzling golden light and a blurred figure. Next to him sat a burly giant wearing golden armor, sitting cross-legged. On the battlefield where the gods and monsters were all dead, he killed monsters at will and resisted those magical powers that seemed to be able to create the world. The tall white-clothed sword holder looked at Liu Xianyang with interest and sensed a familiar sword energy from his soul.

"It's the sword energy of the human sword immortal in the future. I really look forward to asking him for swordsmanship again!"

The sword holder stretched out his hand to stop the armored man who was about to stand up. He was just an ant, so he should give face to the human sword immortal in the future.

Liu Xianyang was horrified, and the picture in front of him was distorted. He couldn't bear the powerful and terrifying pressure of the armored man. He was about to leave the battlefield. Suddenly, a sword energy emerged from the deepest part of his mind, resisting the pressure of the supreme god, making him stop again.

An illusory river of time appeared in Liu Xianyang's sight. A strange sword cultivator who hid his head and tail jumped out of the river of time and came to this battlefield. He was wearing a white robe, and raised his head, revealing a lofty and arrogant aura. He held a long sword with cold light and cursed.

"Hehe, that brat Zhou Jue was fooled by me. So what if he's good at swordsmanship?"

"After I reach the 14th level, I will definitely take back the title of the leader of swordsmanship!"

The long swords in his left and right hands were swung at will, killing a god of the upper five realms. He looked around the battlefield and saw a group of sword cultivators from the human race. A bright smile appeared on his face. The irritating picture of the boss swordsman once again appeared in his mind. The old face reminded me of the conversation between the two.

"In the lineage of Literary Saints, we only talk about reason and don't brag. As a senior brother, I will let my fellow disciples know that Haoran has the best swordsmanship in the world. This is not an exaggeration. This evaluation is still low."

"Want it to be higher? What kind of high skill? You haven't been overpowered by that boy Zhou Jue. You are no longer the best swordsman. The leader of the sword has been replaced! Even if you stand on tiptoes and stretch your neck, the most you can do is Only up to my shoulder!"

Thinking of this, his left and right eyes showed a bit of anger. He transformed into a sword light and ran rampant on the battlefield. He came to Chen Qingdu and other sword cultivators. He glanced at Long Jun, Yuanxiang and others, and a few flashes of anger flashed in his eyes. Ao Ran then fell on the young-looking Chen Qingdu, a proud smile flashed, and then under the surprised gaze of the other party, he lightly patted his shoulder, and at the same time a chuckle came from the mouths on the left and right.

Chen Qingdu frowned and was confused. He had never seen this weird human sword cultivator before. For some reason, he stopped in front of him. Without saying a word, he just patted his shoulder. Is there something wrong with my brain?

When a white-clothed swordsman behind Chen Qingdu saw this, his eyes flashed with a bright light, and the breath of time and years emerged from the depths of his eyes. He noticed something strange, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He already understood the origin of this person. .

"This descendant from ten thousand years later is really stingy. He must have been ridiculed by Chen Qingdu for his swordsmanship. In this era, he can only mock Chen Qingdu for his mediocre swordsmanship, which can only reach his shoulders!"

He noticed the aura of the same kind, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Guang Guang's body. His eyes focused and he recognized the identity of this senior.

"Ask the Great Sword Immortal of Sword Tuo Yue Mountain to observe that practicing swordsmanship is related to the Great Path of Time!"

Guanzhao nodded slightly, with a very friendly attitude. He did not tell Chen Qingdu the origin of Zuo Zuo. He just chuckled and continued to kill the heavenly gods on the battlefield. The sword light was sharp and the swordsmanship was domineering, not weaker than Zuo Zuo.

Chen Qingdu felt confused at first, but then he figured out what he meant, and his face showed a bit of anger. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light was domineering and bright, killing all the gods. He glared at the weird one angrily. Sword repair.

Liu Xianyang had a panoramic view of this scene, and the sword energy in his heart disappeared again. He could no longer support his sleepwalking in ancient times, and retreated into the long river of time, returning to ten thousand years later.

Two completely different worlds are separated by a towering and majestic city wall. Just looking at it from a distance, you can feel the oppression brought by this towering sword energy Great Wall. If you look closer, the black There was a faint dark red color on the city wall, which was dyed red by the blood of demon clan and sword cultivators for thousands of years. Even the air was faintly filled with the smell of blood, which made people feel chilly in their hearts and became more and more in awe of this city wall.

At the highest point of the city, an old man and a young man were sitting cross-legged. The straw-shoe boy was still immersed in walking and practicing boxing, sweating like rain, and there was no trace of impatience on his face.

Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on the face of the green-robed Sword Immortal. He looked at the stooped old man and asked softly.

"Have you ever met a weird swordsman who hides his head and tail ten thousand years ago, and he even patted himself on the shoulder in front of you?"

Chen Qing was stunned when he heard this, and the memory of the battle ten thousand years ago came to mind. A strange swordsman appeared out of nowhere. He had an arrogant look and disliked everyone. Long Jun, Yuan Xiang and other swordsmen Xiu Chengxin asked him for swordsmanship, but he ignored him. He also asked Guanzhao if he could tell the other person's path and swordsmanship, but it was a pity that Guanzhao just smiled and said nothing, which was helpless.

"I did meet that guy!"

"You're so arrogant. When we first met, you actually teased me that my swordsmanship only reaches up to his shoulders!"

"If he hadn't disappeared inexplicably later, and I couldn't find any trace of him, I would definitely have a sword fight with him to see whose swordsmanship is better?!"

Chen Qingdu's face full of vicissitudes of life showed a bit of sigh and emotion. Although the strange swordsman was arrogant, he had excellent swordsmanship. He was a rare pure swordsman of the Fourteenth Realm in the human race. His strength was not weaker than that of him at that time. If he were When the two discuss swords, it's probably hard to tell the difference.

"Is it possible that you also know this person?"

"Who is he? Where is he?"

Suddenly, Chen Qingdu seemed to have thought of something, his face changed slightly, and he stared at Zhou Jue with penetrating eyes, waiting for his answer.

Zhou Jue smiled and said nothing, with an unpredictable look on his face. He looked back at the city to the north. The old scholar was wandering around with millet grains. This Confucian literary sage knew how to be lazy. If the sky fell, Zhou Jue would carry him. Every day It was a very unpleasant life.

"You know him too, don't you still mock his swordsmanship? Even if he stretches his neck on tiptoes, he can only reach your shoulders?"

There was a bit of a bad smile on Zhou Jue's face. He used his own power to disrupt the long river of time. He returned to the battlefield in the distant past, sharpened his sword skills, and was promoted to a pure swordsman in the Fourteenth Realm. How could he not pay a price? !

Chen Qingdu's face changed drastically, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. He hid his head and tail, and patted his shoulders. No wonder he felt very familiar when he recalled this person. I see, just wait here, kid. When you come back, I will teach you. If you be a good person, I will give up the title of the Boss Sword Immortal to you!

Chen Qingdu was determined to make Zuoyou look bad. He had never been defeated in his life, even when facing the founders of the three religions, the old blind man and others, he had never been defeated. Only when his swordsmanship was not perfected, he was humiliated by that strange swordsman. Today, he finally knew the truth.

After an unknown period of time, a long and illusory river appeared on the top of the city again. Zuoyou poked his head out of it, and a bit of pride and pride appeared on his cold face. His white clothes were whiter than snow, and he was not stained with dust. He looked like an immortal in the sky. The sword energy around him was crisscrossed, tearing the void, revealing black cracks, which made people feel cold.

Zuoyou took a step out of the long river of time, and just as he landed on the top of the city, a sword energy came over. The magnificent sword energy was better than Aliang, and the exquisite swordsmanship was natural. Even Zuoyou did not see a flaw in this sword.

Zuoyou snorted coldly. He was no longer in the Ascension Realm. He had stepped into the Fourteenth Realm of Pure Sword Cultivation and his confidence doubled. He swung the long sword in his hand, and the sword light condensed from the endless void and turned into a majestic mountain, blocking in front of him, like a great pass, blocking the extremely sharp sword energy.

"Crack!"

The sword energy cut into the mountain, a crack appeared, and the sword light emerged from behind the mountain. The power was greatly reduced, but it still cut towards the peerless sword immortal in white clothes, which made his expression change slightly, and a gleam of light burst out in his eyes, and he shouted.

"Come well, you are worthy of being the eldest sword immortal! Today I will let you see my swordsmanship, whether it is worthy of the title of the highest swordsman in the world, or whether it can only reach your shoulders!"

Zuoyou has always been an unreasonable person. If he can draw a sword, why bother to talk to others, it is too inefficient. Today he will let Zhou Jue and the eldest sword immortal see whether he can bear the reputation of the leader of the sword.

"Clang!"

The sound of the sword rang through the void, and the world fell into a stagnation. Endless sword energy whistled, turning the top of the city into a sea of ​​sword energy, which was vast and mighty, and surging, drowning the sword energy that had greatly reduced its power, and quickly rushed towards Chen Qingdu.

Chen Qingdu's old face showed a bit of solemnity, and finally showed the power of the leader of the sword cultivators. A terrifying sword intent emanated from his body, and the entire sword energy wall began to shake. A towering city wall appeared above the nine heavens, and suddenly fell from a high place, suppressing and destroying the sea of ​​sword energy.

"Left and right, you kid want to rebel, but you're still a little short of it!"

Chen Qingdu didn't know how many years he hadn't had such a good time. He was full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were shining with brilliance. He stared at the white clothes. He was originally worried that Left and Right would not be able to control the situation as a hidden official, but now he didn't have this worry. Even Dong Sangeng and others, who were pure sword cultivators in the fourteenth realm, had to be in awe of him and didn't dare to embarrass him.

"Big Boss Sword Immortal, stop talking nonsense and look at the sword!"

Zuo Zuo had finally been promoted to the 14th level of pure swordsmanship. How could he give in so easily? He waved the long sword in his hand again, and the long river of time emerged behind him, circling and winding like a dragon. The river surface was surging, mighty, and washed the towering city walls.

The water of time eroded the solid city walls, leaving many mottled traces. Nothing in the world is eternal and immortal, and it can't withstand the passage of time. Even the sword energy wall will be turned into ruins under the power of time, for future generations to remember.

Chen Qingdu showed a bit of surprise on his face. Zuo Zuo's ability has improved a lot. He can actually resist 70% of his strength. It seems that if he shows his real ability, he can't suppress this kid.

"Sword!"

Since Chen Qingdu asked for the sword at Tuoyue Mountain ten thousand years ago and his natal flying sword was shattered, he has never carried a sword again. As he said this, the Weiyin long sword behind Chen Pingan trembled slightly, and a sword energy emerged, suppressing the connection in the dark, and never flew out of the scabbard.

Chen Qingdu's old face turned red, and he looked at Zhou Jue who was watching the fun on the side with some embarrassment, and said unhappily.

"Zhou boy, you want to borrow my hand to teach you a lesson, why don't you lend me the sword quickly, otherwise I will stop!"

Hearing this, Zhou Jue pinched the sword formula with his right hand, and the Weiyin long sword flew out of the scabbard and fell into Chen Qingdu's hand. The sword body vibrated slightly, and the sword rang, as if he was unwilling to be controlled by others.

Chen Qingdu held the sword with five fingers, and his figure floated into the air. He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and a magnificent and brilliant sword light shone. The light was so bright that it overshadowed the scorching sun of the vast world and the bright moon of the wild world. As his arm swung down fiercely, the sword light rushed into the long river of time, cutting off the past, present, and future. One sword broke all laws and cut through the past and the present.

"Hmm!"

Zuoyou let out a low groan, and his figure retreated violently. His face turned slightly pale, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He wiped it casually, and his cuffs were stained with a little red, like a plum blossom blooming in the cold snow in winter, proud and exceptionally gorgeous.

Chen Qingdu's figure slowly fell down, and then threw it. The sword of fear fell into the scabbard behind Chen Pingan again. The back of the straw sandal boy was bent again, and his expression was horrified, staring at the three great swordsmen on the top of the city.

"Buzz!"

The void vibrated and twisted, and a shabby old scholar appeared on the top of the city wall. He looked back and forth between Chen Qingdu and his disciple, his wrinkles stretched, and he smiled complacently, saying.

"Chen Qingdu, how is my disciple? Is he just a name for nothing? His swordsmanship is only as good as yours?"

This old scholar was also a difficult person. He mocked the old swordsman as soon as he opened his mouth, which froze the smile on Chen Qingdu's face.

"Hmph, although his swordsmanship is excellent, he still lost to me!"

Chen Qingdu raised his head high, with an arrogant look, and said disdainfully.

"Chen Qingdu, you don't want to show your face anymore, right? How old are you? How old is Zuoyou? When you were his age, you definitely didn't have as good swordsmanship as him!"

The old scholar spat unhappily, that is, he couldn't beat this old guy, otherwise why would he waste so much time to reason with him!

Chen Qingdu's old face was slightly red, and he turned his head away and ignored the old scholar and his apprentice. He was an old immortal who had lived for ten thousand years, and it would not be glorious even if he defeated Zuoyou, a junior.

Zhou Jue stood up and walked in front of Zuoyou, who was showing his sharp edge. He stared at the other's handsome face, chuckled, and patted his shoulder lightly, which was self-evident.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but it can only reach my shoulder!"