The Sword Immortal was My Ex-Boyfriend

After speaking, Su Qingyi slashed with his long sword. At the same time, the ninth thunder roared down.

This thunder brought the power of destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and all the monks who were watching couldn't help but quickly retreat, fearing that they would be affected. As for the two people under the thunder, the blood-soaked man hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

That is, the moment when the thunder is about to fall, an abnormality suddenly occurs! A beam of Huaguang rushed out from Qin Zichen's arms, and then he saw a picture scroll suddenly spread out, covering the sky and the sun, blocking the thunder and lightning. Qin Zichen raised his head abruptly, and saw that the sky had turned black, the stars were flickering, and the thunder and lightning seemed to be some kind of energy, which was channeled into these stars.

"Xinghe map..." Qin Zichen murmured.

After a while, he couldn't help laughing slowly.

"Heaven will not kill me..." He whispered, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and laughed loudly: "Heaven will not kill me!"

"Qingyi," he turned to look at Su Qingyi, who was still immersed in the calamity of the heart, bowed his head and kissed her **** face, and said hoarsely, "I'm with you."

His voice guided Su Qingyi in the darkness.

She heard his call and followed the light step by step. When she reached the point of light, she vaguely felt that someone was behind her.

She turned her head and saw her younger self. She was wearing the attire of a little sister, her face was unruly, and she snorted coldly, "You go."

Next to the girl is the fat Qin Zichen. He squatted aside and sobbed in a low voice. Su Qingyi stared at him tenderly, watching him slowly raise his head, sobbing: "Go away."

This is her past.

In the past, that arrogant, selfish, arrogant, who didn't know how to love someone's self, that self-abased, cowardly, who didn't know how to express Qin Zichen.

They have been submerged in the years, and time is like a carving knife, bit by bit, polishing them into a better appearance. They used to be unbearable and difficult, but looking back now, they have become extraordinarily lovely.

It is because you have seen the darkness that you feel the light is bright.

Su Qingyi smiled and said in a low voice, "Goodbye."

Then, she turned and walked forward, slowly opening her eyes.

When she saw it, it was the land that had been scorched black by the thunder, and there was someone leaning on her shoulders, she turned her head and saw that the person was staring at her quietly.

There was tenderness in his eyes, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and said hoarsely, "You are back."

She smiled slightly, nodded, leaned on his head, and said softly, "I'm back."

The thunder finally ceased to sound, and the galaxy map bloomed brightly. A beam of light fell on the scarred bodies of the two. The beam had the ability to heal. The sound of thunder and lightning.

The clouds broke through the fog, and the pressure of the monks in the tribulation period exploded instantly, setting off a huge wave in the entire Tianjian sect, the heaven and the earth shook, and after the catastrophe, the cloud and rain filled the cultivation world. Some robbery.

Many unscrupulous low-level disciples made a breakthrough at one time, and bright lights lit up in the Heavenly Sword Sect. And Su Qingyi stood up, brushed the dust off her body, took out the sound transmission, contacted Guili, and said indifferently, "Please heaven and earth."

"Senior..." Guili's voice trembled, and he said excitedly, "You broke through!"

"Yes," Su Qingyi smiled, "I broke through."

The cultivator made a breakthrough in the tribulation period, and the world was grateful. Xie Hantan lay in the Demon Suppression Tower and opened his eyes with difficulty.

The Su Qinglian in front of her was completely rotten, she was like a pile of rotten flesh, rotting in place, screaming hoarsely. And Xie Hantan was not much better than her. He was too weak to move, and his body began to melt. At the first moment when the world shook, he knew that Su Qingyi had made a breakthrough.

He climbed to the window with difficulty and looked at the blue sky outside the tower.

The resentment dragon on him is growing day by day, and he doesn't need anyone to remind him, he knows what the chaos has become outside. The five-year appointment simply can't wait. If you don't hurry up, the resentment carried by the resentful dragon will be uncontrollable, and this world of self-cultivation will be destroyed.

"Hurry up..." Xie Hantan looked out the window, looking at the direction of Tianjianzong, and said with difficulty: "Master, hurry up..."

Otherwise, he can't stand it anymore.

And Su Qinglian...

He looked at the carrion in the tower, and at this moment, if he still believed that it was Su Qinglian, then he was blind.

But he had no choice.

He couldn't send any information to the outside world, he couldn't get out, and he was so weak that it was difficult to walk.

There was nothing he could do except wait.

It was like going back to when he was tied to the rack many years ago.

At that time, he was waiting for Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen, unable to do anything in the face of his own death. After the twelfth generation, he was still waiting for Su Qingyi and Qin Zichen, unable to do anything.

He couldn't help laughing lowly, laughing and laughing, but there was so much despair.

"Master..." He sighed in a low voice, "Master..."

As for the Heavenly Sword Sect, after Su Qingyi finished sending the message, the Galaxy Map did not move, and was spread on the top. After a while, the ground shook, and the entire cultivation world shook. Then he saw Guili holding a square plate and appeared at the teleportation array of Tianjianzong.

He hurriedly walked to Su Qingyi, looked at Su Qingyi excitedly, and couldn't believe it: "You...you actually made a breakthrough!"

"Put down the world." Su Qingyi sighed.

With trembling hands, Guili placed the heaven and earth plate on the position where Su Qingyi had already predicted the fortune-telling. As soon as he put it on, the heaven and earth plate turned into a square three feet wide and long. Above the square plate was the topographic map of the entire cultivation world. Su Qingyi floated. Above the square plate, holding Si Qin in his hand, using the sword as a pen, engraved the first array pattern on the heaven and earth plate.

When Qin Zichen saw her writing, he turned around immediately, recalled all the monks, and opened the Tianjianzong's mountain protection formation. The monks outside received orders to return to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the monks from the Xingyun Sect also quickly left the Xingyun Sect and came to the Heavenly Sword Sect under the organization of returning.

And the Righteous Qi Alliance noticed when the heaven and the earth were moving, and got the Su Qingyi causal formation from the spies. After starting to draw the causal formation, Baishan Heishui and Hua Xiangrong brought the entire Righteous Qi Alliance high-level joint, and they unified after a quarter of an hour. After receiving opinions, I will do my best to attack Tianjianzong.

The Righteous Qi Alliance also immediately issued a summoning order to the monks outside.

The cultivators in the cultivation world rushed to their own camp, and the four sects that had agreed to be neutral immediately closed the mountain and began to avoid the world.

When Mo Yun received the order, Su Qinglian came in with the freshly cooked vegetables, and while placing the plate on the table, she complained: "The price of vegetables has become more and more expensive recently, I want to open a plot in the back. , grow your own vegetables."

Mo Yun didn't reply to her, quietly staring at the glowing sound transmission in his hand. Su Qinglian looked at the sound transmission for a while, and said a little nervously: "Mo Yun?"

Mo Yun came back to his senses, smiled at her pale, wanted to say something, swallowed it again, turned to look at the dishes on the table and said, "Eat, you have cooked a lot of dishes today."

The two ate silently, but Mo Yun was always in a trance. Su Qinglian called him several times, but he couldn't respond. After a long time, Su Qinglian finally put down the bowl and chopsticks and said gently, "Mo Yun, what do you want to say, just say it."

As she spoke, she gently tucked her hair back and lowered her eyes, "Su Qingyi broke through the calamity and completed the Karma Formation. I already felt it. A big formation like the Karma Formation can't be drawn in more than ten days."

Mo Yun's lips trembled, looking at the gentle woman in front of her, she raised her head, her face was gentle, and her eyes were full of friendship.

"What do you want to say," she said calmly. "Go ahead. Anyway... I should be leaving tomorrow."

"Qinglian..." Mo Yun burst into tears. He suddenly grabbed her hand and said hurriedly, "Don't go...don't go, okay?"

Su Qinglian was stunned, watching the man in front of her kneel down towards her, holding her hand, her eyes were full of pain and filled with tears: "Qinglian, I beg you, don't go. We are here, I've always been with you."

"But..." Su Qinglian said hoarsely, "I will die. If I don't complete the agreement with the devil, I will die, Mo Yun."

"I'll accompany you!" Mo Yun hugged her tightly, tears rolled down his eyes, he hugged this gentle girl tightly, and said frantically: "I'll die with you. Qinglian, don't go..."

Su Qinglian didn't speak. After a long time, she laughed softly.

She fiddled with his soft hair and said slowly, "Mo Yun, there are actually some things that I've always wanted to ask, but never dared to ask, because I know that these words are really hurtful."

"Many times I told myself that I should be content. If you are with me, I should be content. But sometimes, when I look at your face at night, I can't help but wonder if you really love me. Woolen cloth?"

"You stay by my side, is it because I am a demon, because you love me, or because of pity?"

"I don't dare to think deeply..." Su Qinglian sniffed, raised her head, and looked into the distance: "When I think about it, I feel that I have fallen into that infinitely dark life again."

Mo Yun was pushed away by her, he sat on the ground and stared at her blankly. She stared into his eyes and sat on the stool, dignified and virtuous.

She was so close, but he felt that she seemed to be far away from her.

"But," she said hoarsely, "Why do you force me to think about it? You would rather die with me and watch me die than let me harm the people..."

"Because that's an innocent person!" Mo Yun couldn't help it, he burst open, sat on the ground, crying bitterly, he stood up, suddenly drew his sword, pointed at her, and roared hysterically: "Then It's my sect! My master! My brother! My family!"

"All my love, all my life, all my past, all my time, it's all there!"

"What do you want me to do?" He roared, and his hand holding the sword trembled desperately: "Su Qinglian, what do you want me to do!"

"Am I going to kill them, or watch you kill them?!"

Su Qinglian didn't speak, she looked at him quietly, with flattery in her eyes. The two of them were deadlocked. Su Qinglian looked at his sword and said indifferently, "Then you kill me."

"I'm right here." She walked forward, he was forced by her, staggered and took a step back, but Su Qinglian decisively slammed into his sword, the sword's edge pierced her body, blood flowed, he stared blankly With her, tears fell.

Su Qinglian soberly felt the pain caused by Jianfeng, walked in front of him step by step, raised her head, and looked at him seriously: "If you can't kill me, it is destined that I can only kill them."

"I have never asked for much, Mo Yun," she said with difficulty: "I have never, never asked you to love me. I just need you by my side, no matter what your appearance, any means, or any reason. I will kill you. If I kill them, I will avenge my parents. If I kill them, I will become a demon and ascend to the throne. And you will always be by my side."

"You killed me." She stared at him earnestly, Mo Yun trembled and didn't dare to move, facing her gaze, his eyes were full of fear. Su Qinglian grabbed his sword and said angrily, "Come on! You've been by my side for so long, aren't you just trying to kill me!"

"If you don't kill me, I will kill them! Come on!"

"Ah, ah -" Mo Yun springs out of the sword, the pain is shouted, and the three inch of Su Qinglian is stabbed! "

Su Qinglian slapped him away with a slap, and Mo Yun was slammed into the table and chair by her. The dishes she had just made were scattered on the floor, and the whole place seemed to be in a mess.

Su Qinglian pursed her lips, as if she was greatly wronged.

Mo Yun didn't say a word and rushed at her again! Su Qinglian flicked her sleeves, and an enchantment instantly appeared around Mo Yun.

"I always knew that you were with me just to kill me." She said lightly, looking desperate, and then smiled slowly: "But many times, I really thought that you fell in love with me."

As she spoke, her laughter grew louder and louder, as if mocking someone, she turned and left.

Mo Yun held the sword in his hand and looked at the back of the man who was walking away.

"let me out……"

He trembled: "Let me out..."

What to do with letting him out? Kill her, or watch her kill his master brother?

"Su Qinglian," he roared, not knowing who he was persuading, "I will kill you! I will kill you!"

Su Qinglian didn't speak. She didn't leave directly with a weapon. Instead, like a mortal, she seemed to be saying goodbye to something and moved forward step by step.

She heard him slashing at the barrier, heard his roar, heard him say he was going to kill her.

The past years were placed under her feet, and she was trampled to pieces step by step. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn't dare to look back, she could only move forward like a little girl, wiping her tears with her sleeves.

His scolding was behind her, and she listened, so sad, but so reluctant.

When she walked away step by step and could no longer see her figure, Mo Yun finally collapsed, knelt on the ground holding the sword, and cried bitterly.

"You come back..." He called her hoarsely: "Qinglian, come back..."

But he knew that that person would not come back.

Su Qinglian walked slowly all the way to the Heavenly Sword Sect, both parties were preparing.

Three days later, the Zhengqi Alliance set up a practice banquet. One hundred thousand monks gathered in Yijianmen. Baishan Heishui and Hua Xiangrong raised their wine glasses to the crowd. Hua Xiangrong took a step forward and said loudly: "We are all on the path of life and death. It depends on this battle. After we win, we will capture Ran Yan and sacrifice our blood to the heaven and earth, so that we can guarantee the peace of the real world for thousands of years; if we lose the battle, our thousands of years of practice will be destroyed in one go, and we will become mortals. Therefore, in today's battle, we will not die or return. , are you willing?!"

"Battle! Fight! Fight!"

There was a big shout below, and shouted neatly: "No death, no return! No death, no return!"

Hua Xiangrong had a calm face, raised the glass, drank it all, and then threw the glass on the ground and said loudly: "Let's go, let's fight!"

On the other side, in the Tianjian Sect, everyone was also solemn.

Almost all the disciples outside have been recalled. Today, Tianjian Sect has 30,000 disciples and 40,000 foreign aid. Qin Zichen stood on the high platform, and a group of people were led by Xue Ziyu, Lei Xuzi, Lu Qingyi, Feng Ning, Xingyun, and Dan Hui, and stood neatly. Everyone looked at him, and behind him, the setting sun was slowly rising.

"For thousands of years, the realm of cultivation has been divided between right and wrong, and the way of heaven will collapse. My generation is here today to protect the way of heaven, distinguish right from wrong, clarify right and wrong, and save the real world from fire and water. Our way of life should be based on right and wrong black and white. . Today's battle, go up, to clear the turbidity of the world, down, to guard our Taoism. May you and I use our hearts as swords, and kill to stop killing!"

As he said that, Qin Zichen drew his sword and slammed his fingers apart. The blood dripped into the wine bowl. He raised the wine glass and said slowly to the bright-eyed people in the audience: "And Zichen, As the front line of this battle, I will live and die together with all the lords, until I return to this world, it will be clear and bright!"

When the sound fell, Qin Zichen took the wine bowl and drank it all at once.

The wine, mixed with the smell of blood, rolled down from the corner of his lips, and the person below knelt down on one knee, looked at him with bright eyes, and shouted out—

"Take your heart as your sword, and kill to stop killing!"

"Take your heart as your sword, and kill to stop killing!"

The voice echoed in Tianjianzong, the wine stimulated Qin Zichen's taste, and he suddenly flooded with pride.

A boy should be born like this, even if the horse hides his body!

The wine bowl was smashed to the ground from his hand. Qin Zichen looked at the monks who were pouring out of the teleportation formation in the distance, and raised his voice: "Draw your sword!"

The drawing of the sword seemed to be a signal to charge, and everyone drew their swords one after another. According to the previous arrangement, the peak masters of the peaks led the charge down to meet the people who were rushing up like ants.

Looking at this magnificent scene, Qin Zichen turned his head and saw a woman on Wenjian Peak, holding a sword in both hands, with a difficult stroke of drawing and engraving the formation, and said softly, "Qingyi, I'm going."

Su Qingyi raised her head with difficulty and saw the man's gentle face in the sun from a distance.

She was sweating profusely and couldn't help smiling.

"Go." She hoarsely said, "It's life or death, I'll accompany you."

Qin Zichen nodded, pointed his toes, and charged straight away with his sword.

The other party came to a crowd of 100,000, including four monks in the transcendence stage, ten monks in the integration stage, and twenty monks in the out-of-body stage.

On the side of Tianjian Sect, there are only four monks in the transcendence period, seven monks in the integration period, and twenty-three monks in the out-of-body period.

However, the monks of the Righteous Qi Alliance are mixed, and the Tianjian Sect is mainly composed of Jianxiu and Xingyunmen's Fuxiu. This is an excellent match. At the rear, there is Danhui's seventh peak as the logistics front line, although the number of people is relatively small. It is not the righteous alliance, but it has to regulate a lot.

Lei Xuzi rushed in the first line, Nebula second line, Lu Qingyi and Xue Ziyu third line, after the third line, there was the Tianjian Sect's Mountain Protection Formation, which was led by Gui Li and filled with Fu Xiu from Xingyun Gate. Qin Zichen, Xuan Hua, Yun Xuzi, Qin Shuwen and others were holding down the high-level cultivators above the fusion stage. And the goal of all of them is to hold on for another seven days.

Seven days is enough for Su Qingyi to finish painting the karma formation, end this karma, and end this thousand-year-old sin.

If it was just for the sake of right and wrong at the beginning, just to sit here not to violate the Dao heart, then when the Karma Array was created, Guili knew clearly that this battle was not only for his own Dao heart, but also for self-cultivation the future of the world.

The so-called method of offering sacrifices to mountains and rivers can never solve the fundamental problem. It will only continuously compress a small problem and leave it from one generation to the next, until the day when this problem cannot be solved.

The return was clear, and he naturally told everyone that they held the swords in their hands, looked ahead, and were very clear-headed.

Swords collide with swords, spells collide with spells.

Thousands of years, no matter how many people, will know many. The battlefield is full of familiar faces, all eyes are firm, and they are fighting together.

Lei Xuzi was fighting at the forefront, and the cultivator in the out-of-body period opposite was his friend when he was young. When the sword passed through the opponent's chest, the opponent looked at him with resentment: "Why..."

He stretched out his hand, covered in blood, and wanted to pull Lei Xuzi: "Why... won't let us go..."

"I... don't want to lose my cultivation base..."

"I...don't want to die..."

"I...don't want to be a mortal..."

"Why...you want to do this...to kill everything..."

"It's not that we kill them all," Lei Xuzi said hoarsely, covering his **** belly: "It's that the way of heaven is above, and the debts owed should be repaid. So many karmic sins, even if the cultivation of the Dao is the most to the end, so what? Woolen cloth?"

However, the other party has been unable to answer him.

He opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of unwillingness. Lei Xuzi raised his hand and closed his eyes, and then he raised his sword and walked forward.

As for the second line behind Lei Xuzi, Nebula and disciple Xinghe formed a sword formation with many disciples of the sixth peak, blocking the second wave of attacks left by the first line.

The sword array is not about cultivation, but tacit understanding. A disciple fell, and quickly another disciple came on the bench. Nebula stood in front, constantly listening to the news of the death of the disciple next to him, his eyes splitting.

He gritted his teeth tremblingly, and his eyes were red. Xinghe glanced at Master and said seriously, "Master, it will be over soon."

Soon, the world will be clear. Xingyun looked at the serious disciple in front of him, and said hoarsely, "Xinghe, you can't do anything."

"You are my only disciple," Nebula looked at him seriously, and said with a trembling voice, "If you die, no one will give me a pension."

"Don't worry," Xinghe Shuangjian pulled out a sword flower in his hand, and said with a smile, "Even if everyone here dies, my Xinghe will live well!"

After the sword formation, those who missed the third line were directly killed by Xue Ziyu, Lu Qingyi and others.

Wen Jianfeng's killing sword and Fourth Peak's water sword cooperated seamlessly, forming a huge encirclement, one in charge of blocking and the other in charge of killing.

When blood splattered on Lu Qingyi's face, Xue Ziyu turned around and saw this indifferent nephew, she couldn't help but said, "Do you regret it?"

"What do you regret?" Lu Qingyi turned her head to give Xue Ziyu a strange look, Xue Ziyu smiled, pointed to the corpse next to her, and said, "If you sacrifice Ran Yan according to your master, then everything will be fine. ."

Lu Qingyi didn't speak, the long sword cut a person's throat, and said indifferently: "Have you ever seen a piece of paper that can wrap a fire?"

Xue Ziyu was stunned for a while, and saw the woman in front of her say lightly, "From the moment I killed my master, I knew this was the road of no return, but I don't regret it."

"There is no paper that can hold a fire. So instead of wrapping the fire, it's better to put out the fire."

"Also," Lu Qingyi turned her head and looked at Xue Ziyu's white face, a gentle smile hung on her always cold face.

"To be able to die together with Uncle Shi, Qingyi is sweet and sweet."