The First Immortal of Ancient Times

"Zhao Xuanran!"

The Third Sword Master glared angrily, and the magic power from his body exploded like a vast ocean, causing everyone in the sword pavilion to retreat quickly. → Google search reading

My son was abused!

The elder was killed!

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It was like two slaps, one on the left and one on the right.

He turned back angrily.

A woman in a black dress stands in the wind.

She lowered her head, pinched the black sword soul with her slender jade fingers, and wiped away the blood with a black silk scarf.

As if she hadn't heard anything about the storm, she passed the third sword master and walked to the eyes of everyone in the sword pavilion.

That tall and slender body, long black skirt, waterfall-like long hair, and a pair of sword-shaped earrings hanging on her ears...

Yun Xiao only glanced at her.

Last night was hazy, with a drunken beauty, white lanterns in jade trees...

Scenes came to mind.

"It's a big deal!"

Yun Xiao's eyes darkened.

Although he had expected it, when she actually stood in front of him, he still felt a little numb.

All the bones in his body seemed to be knotted.

It feels awkward no matter how I stand.

fortunately!

Senior Sister Zhao didn't even look at him from beginning to end.

"Cai Maomao." She looked at the plaque of Haoran Hall with frost in her eyes.

"My little brother is here, please give me your instructions, Senior Sister Zhao!" Cai Maomao quickly went up and knelt down on one knee.

"Wash this animal blood clean."

"……yes!"

Cai Maomao nodded.

"Zhao Xuanran!"

The Third Sword Master was ignored.

There was smoke in his eyes, and he spoke every word through his teeth: "My skills are not as good as others, and I have nothing to say, but you are just a disciple of the headmaster, but you brutally killed me, the elder of the Third Sword Peak, for no reason. Do you know that you have already done this?" Violating the iron law of Qinghun!"

His voice was like a loud bell, causing the rubble and stone pillars of Haoran Hall to tremble and dust to scatter.

The people from the Eight Swords Club gathered around him one by one, looking at the woman in black skirt with cold eyes!

The woman in black skirt frowned slightly: "Isn't it right? Killing a dog is also illegal?"

The Third Sword Master was so angry that his beard trembled!

"Are you still making excuses? I will report it to the 'Jianzun Pavilion' and jointly deal with you!"

"Okay, come on." The woman in black skirt looked at him with a pair of icy eyes, "Although my father's sword is cracked, it still has the power to kill. One of you or Ye Tiance must die, who will go first?"

"you!"

The Third Sword Master Qi Knot.

He looked past the woman in black skirt to the Haoran Palace behind her.

A shadow deep in the hall caused sweat to break out on his forehead.

"Good! Very good!"

The Third Sword Master glanced at his son who was crying. He was so angry that he had to hold it in.

"Zhao Xuanran..." The Third Sword Master suddenly laughed ferociously, "Yes! You have the protection of a half-dead person, but the other disciples of your Sword Pavilion do not."

"You want to do it?" Grandpa Qin glared at him.

"Damn it? Do we, the Third Sword Peak, need it?" The Third Sword Master shrugged and sneered, "Just wait, there is no limit on life and death on the Wending Mountain. In the past two years, your Sword Pavilion disciples still had a way to survive, all because of our kindness, and Now……"

"Think about it, if the Qinghun main line doesn't even have any disciples, even if it doesn't disband this year, what about next year?"

It means that the bridge is closed.

He wants all the disciples of Jiange to die!

An honorable death!

Die in two days!

"The situation is over. Are you still hanging on? Haha, let's go!"

The Third Sword Master waved his hand, and all the people from the Eight Swords Association followed.

Take away a corpse, a useless person.

Although it is arrogant, it is also shameful.

Especially Wu Jianyang!

Seeing his son's bloody mouth and the loss of his descendants, the Third Sword Master wanted to destroy Yun Xiao today!

As soon as he turned around, the voice of a woman in black skirt came from behind.

"Yun Xiao, come in with me."

She turned around and looked at the boy in white in the corner with a pair of cold eyes.

Yun Xiao lowered his head slightly.

His gaze was below Senior Sister Zhao's abdomen.

Well.

This doesn't seem very polite.

So he raised his gaze a little higher.

Even more rude...

"Senior Sister Zhao, where are you going?" he took a deep breath and asked.

"Apprenticeship."

The woman in black skirt crossed him, and a familiar fragrant breeze blew over her.

Smells like last night's wine.

"Apprenticeship?"

The Third Sword Master heard this and stopped!

He suddenly turned around, stared at the woman in black skirt and said, "Why are you so crazy?"

"It's none of your business if I accept a disciple on my father's behalf?" said the woman in black skirt.

"Your father is Master Qinghun! How can it be child's play for a Master to accept disciples?" The Third Sword Master said in a deep voice.

"Oh."

The woman in black skirt looked into the depths of Haoran Hall, her eyes trembled slightly, and said: "Father, there is a disciple Yun Xiao who takes on the responsibility of the sword leader and seeks a way out for the sword pavilion. If you intend to accept him as a disciple, please ring the Haoran Bell! "

As soon as he finished speaking, a green light shot out of the palace and hit a green bell in front of the palace.

when! !

The bell of Haoran rings.

"You can get out." The woman in black skirt said to the Third Sword Master.

"The ninth son of Jiange? Haha, then he is the one with the shortest life. He only lives for two days, or three days?"

The Third Sword Master took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and forced a smile to sneer.

but!

No one in Jiange paid attention to him.

The woman in black skirt walked into the palace.

"Why are you standing there? Come in quickly!" Cai Maomao pushed Yun Xiao.

Yun Xiao suddenly realized and stepped in.

There is a person in the hall.

Yun Xiao raised his head and looked at him solemnly.

This is a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi!

He is slender and handsome, with black hair tied into a bunch, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a long beard, and the appearance of an immortal.

He was sitting cross-legged on a futon!

Yun Xiao could feel that his breath was extremely weak.

The middle-aged man in green had his eyes open.

But...his pupils are slit.

This makes him seem to be in a special state.

As if asleep.

But it’s painful!

"He is the headmaster of the Qinghun Sword Sect, Senior Sister Zhao's father, and also the master of the Sword Pavilion?"

Everyone in Yun Xiao’s country has heard of his name!

This man is the true swordsman of Qinghun, and his reputation is far-reaching.

But why is he like a ‘living dead’?

"Is the sword broken?"

The sword soul is broken, the human soul is broken, the sword repair is terminated!

The cracks in Wu Jianyang's sword are not big, so it should not be like this for the time being.

"Sword cultivators don't have to kneel down to worship a living person. Just see them and go out."

Senior Sister Zhao's plain voice sounded in Yun Xiao's ears.

"yes."

Yun Xiao turned around.

But after taking only two steps, he still stopped!

"My disciple's name is Yun Xiao, and I will definitely live up to the sword pavilion in this life!" He turned around and said to the middle-aged man in green.

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi moved slightly but did not respond.

"Live up to the sword pavilion?" The woman in black skirt stared at him.

"Yes." Yun Xiao nodded.

"Why?" she said.

"I have been seeking the path to immortality for sixteen years, but I have never had a mentor to guide me. Today... I have one," Yun Xiao said.

The woman in black skirt was silent for a moment and said: "In the Eight Swords Summit, you and I have only eight disciples in my sword pavilion. The other seven sword peaks each have one hundred and twenty people, and there are many in the Divine Sea Realm! And you are useless If Wu Jianyang offends Jiang Yue, you may not be able to survive on your way to the top, even if you are a disciple."

"If you die, please ask Senior Sister Zhao to collect the body for me." Yun Xiao said.

"No regrets?"

"A gentleman's words are hard to chase," Yun Xiao said.

After he finished speaking, he looked up and looked at her for the first time.

The surface of her eyes was coated with a layer of frost.

There is also fire under the ice.

They looked at each other in silence for a long time.

Then.

Then she left.

Like a gust of cool wind, it disappeared among the mountains and forests in an instant.

"Why don't you pair up again?" Blue Star emerged from his arms and asked curiously.

"...Shut up!" Yun Xiao was furious.

He quickly pushed the little black beast back.

"Junior Brother Yun is awesome! He is the disciple of the headmaster!"

Outside, Cai Maomao couldn't wait to drag him out!

Qin Tong hurriedly said: "Cai Maomao, we will serve you hot pot tonight."

"Okay, come to me! I, Cai Maomao, will make your belly full!"

"Pfft! Are you cheap?"

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night. →

Yun Xiao has too many questions.

Night fell in a blink of an eye.

The young people in Jiange gathered on Cai Maomao's lonely peak.

Night breeze, candlelight, turbid wine, hot pot...

And a group of young swordsmen who don’t know whether to live or die!

They gathered around the fire.

Fire jumped in their young eyes.

"Should I invite Senior Sister Zhao?" asked the girl Zhou Zi before starting.

"Yun Xiao, what do you think?" Cai Maomao asked, shrinking his neck. Obviously, he was afraid of her.

"I'll stand and watch," Yun Xiao said.

Cai Maomao: "..."

Qin Tong thought for a while and said, "Senior Sister Zhao was the leader of the swordsman team before. How about inviting her to teach Junior Brother Yun her experience?"

"I think so." Luo Jiang nodded.

"Then I'll invite her."

Zhou Zi got up, went out to wield his sword, and disappeared into the forest in a flash.

But not long after, she pouted and said, "Senior Sister Zhao is not coming."

"Not coming?"

It stands to reason that the Eight Swords aspires to win a big event, and these young people are about to go to the battlefield of life and death... She should come to say goodbye.

Why don't you come?

"Senior Sister Zhao really doesn't like the excitement, especially after what happened three years ago..."

Qin Tong sighed slightly.

"It's okay! I have also fought in two championship battles, but I can be Junior Brother Yun's guide!" Cai Maomao said, patting his chest.

"You surrender as soon as you come on stage and you'll make a fool of yourself." Qin Tong rolled his eyes at him.

Cai Maomao was sweating.

"Come on, stop talking, drink this bowl of wine, and then try my hand at Cai's craftsmanship!"

“The sky is big and the earth is big, hotpot is the biggest.”

Before coming to Qinghun, Yun Xiao never imagined that ascetics would eat hot pot and drink alcohol.

"The Immortal Road is also a river and lake!"

How many mountains and rivers are there, and swords flying in the sky?

They are all lay people seeking the truth!

As ordinary people, they have hatred, resentment, and vendetta, as well as pride, love and hate, passion, and mutual understanding.

"This fairy road is like hot red oil on a stove."

It burns the tongue and also the heart.

"Dry!"

"The feelings are deep and boring!"

Eight wine bowls crashed together.

The wine was sprinkled on the fire, and with a roar, the fire was rolling.

Everyone drank heavily.

Just as he finished drinking, a scream rang through the night sky.

"Where's my hot pot?"

Cai Maomao was dumbfounded.

The hot pot is gone.

Yun Xiao touched his chest.

The little black beast is gone too.

"...!"

Eight pairs of chopsticks were frozen in the air.

…

late at night!

Eight young swordsmen were sitting side by side on the cliff of Lone Peak blowing the night wind.

Tonight, the moon and stars are sparse, and the magpies are flying south.

Ahead, mountains and rivers are stained with ink, and thousands of trees become ghosts.

Yun Xiao sat in the corner, his eyes quiet.

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Yun became the headmaster's disciple." Qin Tong looked at Yun Xiao beside him.

Even from the profile, Yun Xiao looks like an immortal descending to earth, with a face like a crown of jade and eyes like a sea of ​​stars.

"What's the use of this identity?" Yun Xiao asked.

"In terms of status, you are already higher than Jian Zun's disciples and elders. They need to respect you in public." Qin Tong said.

"Where's the Sword Master and Sword King?"

"Of course it's worse."

Yun Xiao understood.

In other words, he had only been in Qinghun for a day and was already the highest-status disciple.

If Ye Guying does not become the titled Sword King, Yun Xiao's status at this moment should surpass him.

Jiang Yue, a disciple of Sword Lord, is not as good as him now.

"How many disciples does Qinghun have?" Yun Xiao asked again.

"Nine in total." Qin Tong bit her red lips.

"The only ones left alive are you and Senior Sister Zhao." Cai Maomao muttered.

He was drunk and leaned on Qin Tong's shoulder.

The Seventh Son of Jiange!

They are all disciples of the headmaster.

"Junior Brother Yun, you are the disciple of the Headmaster. If you commit a crime, only the Headmaster can punish you." Qin Tong said seriously.

"That means no punishment." Yun Xiao nodded.

Because the headmaster is ‘asleep’.

"Yes. As long as you don't fight to death on the stage of life and death, you won't die." Qin Tong said.

"This is why Senior Sister Zhao accepted a disciple on behalf of her father in front of the Third Sword Master." said the young girl Zhou Zi.

"Senior Sister Zhao, I want you to live!" Luo Jiang said.

"But being assassinated is another matter..." Cai Maomao muttered again.

"Don't say it's bad luck, okay?" Qin Tong said speechlessly.

Speaking of the Eight Swords Championship, no matter how strong their intentions were, the seven sword peaks, each with 120 people participating in the battle... would still overwhelm them.

"Our Jiange has been at the bottom for two years."

"We once won consecutive championships for hundreds of years, but now we are being stepped on."

"The most uncomfortable thing is... every time we go to war, more than half of our people die."

The seven of them all had dim eyes.

"The year before last, Luoshan, Qingqing, Xuezi, Dayao and the others..."

"Last year, my sister, Zhao Ding, Chen Xuan..."

Each and every name, like them, was once bathed in the night wind.

And now, they are all gone.

Died on the way to defend Jiange.

Yun Xiao just arrived.

He was a bit puzzled.

"Isn't Qinghun a sect? Why is the internal fighting so fierce?" he asked.

Qin Tong shook his head and said: "It turns out that there was no Green Soul Sword Sect in the world. Hundreds of years ago, the spiritual energy of this mountain forest erupted and became a blessed land of cave heaven. This attracted sword cultivators from all directions to compete for the mountain gate, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark."

"In the end, no one was able to monopolize this treasure land, so the forces from all directions decided to jointly form a sword sect, bound together by the 'Green Soul Dao Rules'."

"So, the essence of Qinghun is a sword cultivator alliance. There is an alliance and a deadly feud between Jianfeng and Jianfeng."

If you understand this, you will understand why the Third Sword Master had to disintegrate the sword pavilion today.

The sword pavilion occupies the best blessed place for Qinghun!

Yun Xiao understood.

No wonder the Seventh Sword Peak didn't dare to ask for him.

If you offend Jiang Yue and First Sword Peak, many people will die.

It's not a child's play!

Yunxiao has another question!

"What happened to my master?" He looked at these seven young swordsmen.

After asking this question, the cold wind seemed to cool down a lot.

The autumn wind is blowing to the bone!

"Yun Xiao, do you know that to the south of the Qinghun Mountain Range are the mortal countries?" Qin Tong asked.

"I know!" Yun Xiao came from the south.

"Where's the north?"

"Beihuang!" Yun Xiao blurted out.

"What's in the Northern Wilderness?"

"Endless ferocious monster." Yun Xiao said.

"The first mission of the Qinghun Sword Sect is to build the Great Wall of Swords with flesh and blood, slay the ferocious monsters from the south, and protect the safety of all the people in the world!" Qin Tong talked about this with passion and fire in his eyes.

"I know!"

This was Yun Xiao's first impression of the Green Soul Sword Sect.

The sword fairies who protect the country in the north!

"This is also the purpose of our Jiange for generations." Qin Tong gritted his teeth.

"Then what?"

"Someone has abandoned their mission!" Qin Tong's eyes were filled with infinite anger.

Others were also burning with anger in their chests.

"How to say?"

"Three years ago, the First Sword Peak went north to kill demons during a demon-killing operation. Someone escaped back to Qinghun, and reported that more than thirty genius sword cultivators, including Ye Guying, were trapped in Qingming Mountain in the Northern Wilderness by a group of vicious demons. The First Sword Master Crying to the Headmaster and the Seventh Son of Jiange, please help me urgently!”

"They went..."

I heard the name Ye Guying again.

The scarlet fire in Yun Xiao's chest was burning.

"Yes, they went!"

"When we get to Qingming Mountain, there is no Ye Guying at all, and there are no genius sword cultivators there. There are only 30,000 fierce demons, setting up a dragnet to wait for them!"

Qin Tong said, blue veins popped up on his jade neck.

"There are only eight of them! They fell into the sea of ​​monsters and killed for a day and a night. The seven swordsmen of the Jiange were exhausted. Only the headmaster survived with a broken sword, but..."

At this point, she burst into tears.

"Senior Brother Qin Qingcheng of Jiange is my father!"

Qin Tong felt extremely painful when he thought of that man.

"The seven of them are the strongest generation in the history of Jiange, and they are also the generation that has killed the most demons! When they were in Qinghun, Jiange won the championship every year, and Ye Guying didn't have anything to do with it! Every one of them is a top-grade Kaiyang Super sword spirit! Everyone is capable of their own abilities, even comparable to a sword master!"

"The Seven Sons of Jiange are the legend of a generation of green souls!"

"In that battle, even if we died, there were twenty thousand demon corpses on Qingming Mountain..."

"Junior Brother Yun!" Qin Tong looked at him with tears in his eyes and asked, "Do you think they are stupid? Why did they fall into the trap?"

Yun Xiao was silent, then shook his head.

In the Imperial City of Yun Kingdom, the snake demon is harming people!

At that time, Yun Xiao did not expect that the dignified Qinghun Sword Cultivator would be so bottomless!

Qin Tong wiped away his tears and said: "Although Qinghun has been fighting among itself for hundreds of years, it has never deviated from its purpose of slaying demons, because everyone understands that once Qinghun collapses and the demons move south, everyone will be killed. Die, and all future generations will be enslaved by demons! In the history of Qinghun, no one has ever done such a shameless, despicable thing!"

"The First Sword Master Ye Tiance and Ye Guying, they did it!"

They dance with the demon, are they not afraid of the demon's backlash?

Perhaps only they themselves know this question!

Why did the snake demon of Yun Kingdom listen to Ye Guying's orders?

"What was their final explanation?" Yun Xiao bit his lip and asked.

"Ye Tiance found a hill and named it 'Qingming Mountain', tomorrow's 'Ming', and then said that the headmaster made a mistake and unfortunately went to the wrong place."

Qin Tong laughed angrily.

"..."

Yun Xiao thinks that the world is complicated.

When it came to building roads, he really saw what it meant to be shameless.

"Although there have been internal struggles in Qinghun for hundreds of years, every generation of Yijian Pavilion and Seven Swords Peak has followed a fundamental rule, that is, to deal with demons, the eight swords must work together!"

"Ye Tiance was the first bitch to break the rules of his ancestors. He will pay the price one day!"

Sorrowful and angry, Cai Maomao sobered up.

He grabbed Yun Xiao's hand and howled loudly!

"Junior Brother Yun, seven of my brothers are dead, but their souls were sucked into the 'Blue Flag' by the Northern Wilderness demon. Even if they die, they will not be able to enter reincarnation!"

"The Biluo flag is still planted on Qingming Mountain. The Demon King of Beihuang tortures their dead souls to humiliate our Qinghun!"

"It's been three years. I hate myself so much! I hate that I am incompetent! I hate that I can't destroy those beasts at the First Sword Peak, I can't climb Qingming Mountain to kill all the demons, and I can't bring my brother and the others home! I hate that..."

The drunkenness and hatred turned into a sea of ​​bitterness rolling in his chest.

Hot-blooded and gallbladder, the Seventh Son of Jiange!

After death, one cannot enter reincarnation!

Yun Xiao died once, and his soul flew into the sky.

He knew that the soul was sentient and had pain.

Three years!

Qingming Mountain, the blue flag falls!

How painful?

How humiliating is it for a dignified swordsman to be refined into a flag by a demon?

Where is the dignity of Qinghun?

Not many people care anymore.

"After that day, Ye Tiance and Ye Guying no longer concealed their wolf ambitions."

Until then, they must be sanctimonious!

Obviously, once the pillars of the sword pavilion fall, the first sword peak will inevitably step up and add insult to injury.

Coercion, inducement, blood-sucking!

In this way, the sword pavilion was evacuated.

Three years later, only eight of them were left, still defending this place.

"This time for the Eight Swords Championship, we can die, but the sword pavilion must be there!"

Cai Maomao stood up and looked to the north, with a look of death in his eyes.

"Why?" Yun Xiao asked.

"I'm afraid!" he said.

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that even if my brother returns, he won't be able to find his way home." Cai Maomao burst into tears.

so!

The sword pavilion must have a sword head.

Yun Xiao must not die!

The seven of them all looked at Yun Xiao.

"Junior brother Yun, don't worry. The Eight Swords will be crowned the day after tomorrow. We will protect you even if we die!"

Yun Xiao took a deep breath.

"The situation has become smaller." He said suddenly.

"What?" Cai Maomao was stunned.

"How can we live in peace for the rest of our lives?" Yun Xiao looked towards the north with a deep gaze, "Just wait, Junior Brother Yun will take you flying the day after tomorrow!"

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