The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Sword Immortal has been missing for 386 years, Dong Yunshu has passed away for 85 years, and Jianzong has come to the sect competition every 300 years.

Zongmen Dabi is a general term, just like ordinary imperial examinations, each sect will test its disciples in different ways. Most of the tests are conducted in the form of competitions, which can not only arouse the fighting spirit of the disciples, but also clearly see the level of the new generation of disciples.

After all, the practice world speaks with fists.

The Sword Sect's Grand Competition is called the Sword Trial Conference, a classic one-on-one arena match, and it is also the most likely event of casualties in the sect's Grand Competition. It is very difficult for the sword cultivator to hold back in the duel, and the style of the sword sect will not protect the disciple like a treasure.

The cold wind blew the desolate Tianjian Mountain, the wind and sand hit the stone tablets one after another, and the broken sword was wrapped in remnant cloth and fluttered in the wind.

One after another figures came to the outside of Tianjian Mountain, looking at this barren mountain from a distance with a trace of sigh in their eyes. Once upon a time, this was the most prosperous place in the whole world, countless monks worshiped it, and dynasties from all over the world came to pay tribute.

A word on Tianjian Mountain can determine the life and death of a sect thousands of miles away, and can make the emperor who wants to see the prosperity and wealth of the world fall to the ground. This is the incomparable prestige of Jianxian, and she also put a halo on Jianzong, called the halo of number one in the world.

And with the disappearance of Jianxian, Jianzong also fell from the nine heavens. I thought that they would just decline or be silent, waiting for the birth of the next sword master, but unexpectedly, Jianzong actually insisted on being the number one in the world.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

Taking charge of the world is too heavy for Jianzong who does not have a sword fairy, and it can break their femur, but Jianzong still has no hesitation to carry it. And he really managed it, the sword master named Li Changsheng has the demeanor of a sword fairy, killing people in the world is terrified.

If it's just that many sects still won't give in and finally leave a sword fairy, they won't allow the birth of a new sword fairy. Although Li Changsheng is strong, after several trials, it can be seen that he is not invincible, and he has not yet reached the level of a sword fairy.

What is really frightening is that all the disciples of Jianzong are dead, and there are only two people left, one Li Changsheng and one He Kun.

"Jianzong really didn't recruit new disciples."

A woman in a black dress with a seductive face and a tear mole on the corner of her eye spoke.

Her name is Li Yu, a powerful Nascent Soul who has obtained ancient inheritance and practiced a certain method of double cultivation. She has a strange habit, the furnace is all voluntary, and Hehuan doesn't look at the object. Many monks will take the initiative to send her to have a double cultivation with her in pursuit of excitement or for other purposes. Generally, there are only two fates for this kind of person, ranging from severe loss of cultivation base to severe loss of peony flower.

Therefore, she is called Albizia Bodhisattva, and has a strange reputation.

There are rumors that as long as she likes her, even a farmer in the field doesn't mind being romantic for a night.

But recently, this bodhisattva seems to have become a good person. She has become obsessed with the killing sword master, and has publicly expressed her love many times. All kinds of extremely nasty, even servile words came out of his mouth, as if she would be a slave as long as the Slaughter Sword Master spoke.

There is no demeanor that a Nascent Soul Da Neng should have.

As a result, he was almost beheaded by the Killing Sword Master. Many people lamented that Li Changsheng didn't know how to be funny. Some people think that this is a reasonable thing. No one knows what Li Yu Yaoyao wants to do. Not everyone likes to think with their lower body.

She dared to come, seeing that Jianzong really planned to end it.

Some people read some information from Li Yu's arrival, and there was a little hesitation in their eyes. If Jianzong really intends to give in, it's not impossible to sit down and talk.

Someone asked: "Senior Li Yu, have you contacted the Killing Sword Master? Did that person say anything?"

"The concubine can't even get in the door of others, so how can I get in touch?" Li Yu replied, "I will get in touch with Li Daoyou later, everyone is tired after fighting in such a field, wait a minute I don’t need to remind you what to say, do you?”

After the failure last time, Li Yu understood that in today's troubled times, it is impossible for the other party to have the idea of ​​falling in love. Not to mention becoming a Taoist partner with him, it is already thankful to see her not drawing his sword. So the troubled times must end like this, so that she can take advantage of it.

She has never tried an apotheosis without any aging breath.

Thinking of this, Li Yu couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth, as if his eyes were about to burst into flames. This undisguised desire made the others look weird, wondering how the other party managed to cultivate the Nascent Soul.

"please!"

Suddenly a sonorous and powerful voice came from Tianjian Mountain. Everyone looked up, and their bodies began to tense unconsciously.

I saw He Kun standing inside the mountain gate, and said through a voice transmission of luck: "The masters of all immortal sects, enter Tianjian Mountain to discuss matters!"

As soon as the words fell, streams of light in the sky went straight to Tianjian Mountain, and landed on the square that had been arranged in the blink of an eye. There is not much decoration here, not even a chair, it doesn't seem like a place where you can discuss things.

Even the square was extremely desolate, weeds came out from the cracks in the stones, and the door plaque of Tianjianzong was also covered with spider webs.

If other sects received them like this, many of them would have left in a huff, but Tianjianzong made people feel that it was justifiable. Because there are only two people left in Tianjianzong, it is thankful that these two killing gods did not kill them.

He Kun swept through all the people in the dojo by himself, basically all the sects that hadn't closed their doors yet came. These people are also enemies they have fought against for decades. There are a total of 13 people, except for the demon girl, they basically represent a sect, and these sects have Nascent Soul without exception, and most of them have been passed down for more than 5,000 years.

I am afraid that the five mysterious people who attacked Brother Li before were their ancestors.

Compared with those sects that have been exterminated, they are more powerful and cunning. At least Jianzong didn't catch them now, and there was no moral reason to kill them, but the real reason was that it wasn't their turn yet.

As the saying goes, firefighting comes first, and in He Kun's view, these sects are not serious crimes. If Li Changsheng hadn't insisted on killing them to the end, he might have compromised with them.

In fact, the Sword Immortal was not completely exterminated back then, and he did not directly destroy people's inheritance like Li Changsheng. This is also dissuaded by the elders of the sect, otherwise it will be difficult for the younger sister to calm down the world in a short time, and give people a way to survive, otherwise it will be a bigger killing.

Those old Yuanying didn't come.

He Kun's expression sank, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

He opened his mouth and said: "Taoist Cangsong, Venerable Puzhang, will Immortal Xihua not give me Jianzong face?"

The three Da Neng juniors in the Nascent Soul stage who were asked about it didn't look nervous at all, and they all spoke out the speeches they had prepared.

"Back to senior He, the ancestor is ill, so I'm really sorry that I can't make the appointment."

"Patriarch Puzhang is currently in closed-door retreat, so he is really unable to come to the appointment, senior, please forgive me."

"Xiangnu is in seclusion, our sect can't contact her old man."

The three answered one after the other, as if they had premeditated countless times. Their tacit understanding cast a haze on the meeting that hadn't started yet, and the expressions of the few who didn't know changed slightly.

He Kun hadn't expressed his opinion yet, but the demon girl beside him had already let out a clear laugh, and mercilessly exposed their arguments: "Aren't you guys clearly not wanting to come? How come there are so many arguments, the old man is afraid of death That's all."

"A few days ago, Cangsong asked me for dual cultivation. Why did he suddenly feel ill? Fortunately, I didn't agree to him because of his old bones. If I agree, I'm afraid he will die in my bed."

"There is also Puzhang who has retreated. Could it be that his dual practice with me a year ago greatly increased his skill?"

"I don't know about Xiangu, after all, I'm not as good as grinding mirrors."

Debauched to the extreme, there is also a kind of weird magnanimity.

He Kun's brows twitched slightly, even he was a little surprised at this woman's debauchery, I heard that this witch was born as a prostitute, I don't know if it is true.

"Since you didn't come, you don't need to come. Please take your seats."

He moved slightly sideways, signaling the other party to enter the dilapidated hall. At the beginning, a few people took two steps, but they stopped hesitantly when they saw that the others did not move. Everyone looked at He Kun without saying anything, but there was a strange look in their eyes.

Obviously there was no fighting, but the air seemed to be full of needle pricks.

Finally Cangsong Taoist's apprentice, the head of Cangsong Sect, said: "Before this, we have a feeling of disapproval. Please kill the sword master to punish yourself."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Li Yu and the two unsuspecting people changed drastically, and they turned to look at the head of the Cangsong Sect in disbelief.

These people are not here for peace talks, they are here to force the palace!

He Kun narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked softly, "Why?"

"Because the sword master has killed countless people." The head of the Cangsong sect not only showed no fear, but said in a loud voice: "For decades, the sword master who has killed lives has been killing everywhere. Half of the dead souls in this troubled world were created by him alone, and millions were slaughtered, Zhou and Wei Dynasty were destroyed, dozens of them were destroyed."

"Isn't that enough to make him commit a crime?"

He Kun didn't answer, just showed a disdainful smile, then turned and walked into the hall.

Li Changsheng sat high on the main seat, holding a jar of rice wine brought from the village and filling himself glass after glass. From the beginning to the end, he ignored the commotion outside and just drank the dirty wine quietly. He Kun sat down next to him and began to pour himself wine.

"Brother Li, have those old things arrived?"

"The last one has arrived just now, ten Nascent Souls, and three Half-step Transformation Gods."

"Shangqing Palace said that they can contribute. Although their Transformation God has not been released yet, there is an old senior who is willing to die to help."

"No need, let him drink tea with his life."

The outside of the room where the two were talking was filled with array flags, and round after round of brilliant light reflected the sky and the earth. The ground trembled violently, suddenly the earth dragon turned over, and an earth vein was forcibly pulled out as the core of the magic circle.

In the sky, the sun and the moon are shining together, and the stars are twinkling all over the sky.

Sumeru heaven and earth have the same energy, which can capture and transform gods, and destroy Yuanying like blowing ashes.

One after another silhouettes broke through the clouds and stood in the sky. Tens of thousands of monks occupied all directions of the formation, blocking the entire surrounding of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

When everything was ready, three figures came out from the void. Behind Cangsong Taoist, the shadow of a huge green tree covers the sky and the sun, and the shaking of the treetops can divide a hundred miles into day and night.

Venerable Pu Zhang holds an iron pestle and sits cross-legged on a golden lotus, like a living Buddha.

Fairy Xihua held a flower basket in her hand and waved it lightly. The desolate Tianjian Mountain was instantly surrounded by colorful flowers.

"The demon Li Changsheng, come out and accept the crime!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind instantly lifted the main hall of Jianzong, revealing the two people sitting inside drinking, and they were also the only two left of Jianzong.

They drank the wine without changing their faces, and didn't even look at other people directly.

"Brother Li, I want that Cangsong Taoist and his apprentice."

"The apprentice can give it to you, but don't touch the three old things."

"You are too greedy, just give me one."

"Eat the meal one bite at a time. Don't choke yourself to death. I won't erect a monument for you at that time. Elder He, if you are killed here, Jianzong will really die. Don't expect me to help you pass it on. He will walk away with the Heavenly Sword in hand."

The two of you spoke to each other as if they were picking vegetables, such a gesture naturally made everyone frown, and a burst of anger arose spontaneously.

The head of the Cangsong Sect scolded angrily: "Li Changsheng, the monster! You are still talking nonsense here when you are about to die, you!"

Zheng!

The Heavenly Sword that Li Changsheng put on the table suddenly came out of his body, the cold light shone, and the head fell off. In an instant, the Heavenly Sword returned to its sheath, a human head was placed on the table, and blood dripped down the corner of the table.

"Yao Dao, no one has called me that for six hundred years."

The head of the Cangsong faction stared, his flesh stretched, his mouth was slightly opened, and he was still in the angry expression just now.

Everyone only felt their scalps go numb. Just now they couldn't see how Li Changsheng made the move. The only thing they heard were the two sounds of the Heavenly Sword being unsheathed and unsheathed, and then the head fell to the ground.

"Elder He, it seems that you don't need to play, but there is a more important matter for you." Li Changsheng flipped an old bamboo flute in his hands, "Accompaniment, one head for each song, and one head for the end of the song." Death."

After finishing speaking, he threw the bamboo flute to him. He Kun subconsciously took the bamboo flute with a dazed expression. He didn't expect the other party to kick him out.

In the end, he smiled helplessly and said, "Not only can you not afford the slightest loss, but you also like to rob others."

Pick up the bamboo flute and put it to your lips, breathe out, the clear sound of the flute swayed across the entire Tianjian Mountain in an instant, the tune is hunting, the gold and iron horse, the name of the sword is shaking the sky.

There is no entertainment in the practice world, and monks are proficient in musical instruments. Gradually, in terms of music, the skills are general, and there are many differences in each school and school. This piece is called Jianqu.

Li Changsheng stepped forward with the last bowl of wine in one hand and the Heavenly Sword in the other. One step at a time, one step at a time, the sound of a sword, the wind blows and the sky is infinite.

Crossing the threshold of the main hall, raising his glass to the sky, he said with a loud voice: "Respect to the chivalrous men of the Sword Sect, two respects to the righteous people in the world, and three respects to you and others!"

After drinking it in one gulp, the wine bowl fell to the ground with a bang and was divided into eight pieces. Before the pieces hit the ground again, Li Changsheng had disappeared.

A sword cuts Kyushu with light and coldness, and half of the red clouds are as deep as blood.

Li Changsheng stood in the air with his sword in his arms, hunting in red, and the bloody mist of 10,000 heads fell behind him like a general's robe.

"The murderer, Li Changsheng."

The sky and the earth trembled, and the erratic brilliance made the night look like day, and made the day dim.

The sound of killing lasted for 23 days and nights, and the land thousands of miles away was reduced to death, and its vibration can still be heard thousands of miles away.