ultimate dark villain

"Gold and Silver Villa: Gold cannot be exchanged, Yin Yue Soul comes to keep the appointment!"

"Sanren: Sword Soul Mie Lou came to keep the appointment."

"Shaolin: The swordsman came to keep the appointment."

As time goes by, more and more people come.

"When the moon is dark and the wind is high, when people are killing people and setting fires, how can the Qinghai sword hall be without the 'Sword of Heaven and Earth'!" A middle-aged man strode with a sharp sword hanging on his waist.

Come.

"Well? Black Fire Remnant Forest: Qiankun Yijian, the Golden Seal Sword Sticker does not include you, but the Canghai Sword Master. Now that his sword sticks in your hand, I think you have already defeated him!" Bu Jie Jian

With a slight expression, he looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, frowned and said.

"Oops, are you talking about that old man? Let me tell you, you Qinghai sword hall didn't even look at the people you selected. That old man was beaten away by my sword. He is really weak and pitiful!" Qiankun struck out with his sword.

He curled his lips, shrugged his shoulders and said disdainfully.

"The world of heaven and man, the world is sparse, a sword from the mountains and seas, the misty world, ask, what is the sword? Xun, the pinnacle of the sword. The sword of the universe, are you questioning the Qinghai sword hall?" Flowers rained down, accompanied by words all over the sky.

, the maid opened the way, and a handsome young man, wearing a green shirt and a long sword at his waist, came slowly through the rain of flowers.

Astonishingly, he is the master of Qinghai Sword Hall: Qinglu.

"I've met the hall master!" Bujie Jian bowed and said respectfully when he saw Qinglu coming.

"Get up!" Qinglu nodded slightly, raised his right hand slightly, and then turned his attention to Qiankun Yijian.

Under the invisible pressure, Qiankun Yijian took a step back involuntarily, then lowered his head and said, "I don't dare!"

"That's alright. Since you have obtained the Sword Sticker, you will receive a sword from me, stay here if you can't take it, and leave if you can't take it. I won't use my cultivation for this sword, but you can just take it as you like." Looking at Qiankun

Qinglu whispered to the sword sticker in his hand.

"Asking for advice!" Although he knew that Qinglu's swordsmanship and basic cultivation were as high as the heavens and the earth, could he defeat a master of the innate realm with one move without using energy?

The contemptuous words made Qiankun Yijian's heart burn with anger. He said in a deep voice.

"Drink! Jian Ding Jiuzhou." A deep shout. Immediately the wind dispersed and the crowd gathered. The innate power was fully displayed. A violent whirlwind burst out from Qiankun Yijian's body, and the figure holding the sword in his hand ran fast in this empty place.

There are countless afterimages.

A sword from the sky. Jinghong Sword Qi, so powerful that even Lin Hua, who was watching the battle, felt a kind of crisis. If this sword was aimed at him, he would definitely be seriously injured unless he was prepared in advance.

The more terrifying the power contained in this sword felt, the more Lin Hua became curious about how powerful Qinglu was.

Under this terrifying sword, he was so relaxed and freehand. The green shirt he stood on the spot swayed with the strong wind, and his body did not show any signs of using energy.

Countless flower petals under my feet also scattered in all directions with the violent current.

Looking at the thousands of afterimages around him, Qinglu sighed softly and said, "It's not bad, but it's not enough. After understanding the fast sword, do you know that slowness is also a state?"

He shook his head slightly, as if feeling pity, holding the long sword in his hand and slowly holding it out, like a snail crawling.

Slow, extremely slow, even during this period of time, Lin Hua was confident that he could stab hundreds of swords in an instant, but no one dared to underestimate this slow sword, because it was wielded by Qinglu.

The long sword was extended in the direction of the storm of Qiankun Yijian, and moved slowly.

Wherever the sword passed, the storm stopped and the rain of flowers fell again.

The afterimage disappears.

"How is that possible!" Not to mention others, Qiankun Yijian, who was observing the sword from the front, couldn't help but look horrified, and even stopped the sword technique he was performing.

"What a terrifying sword!" Just when everyone still didn't understand, Wenjian Gu Yue sighed and exclaimed.

"Well?" Hearing Wenjian Gu Yue's words, Lin Hua and the others frowned and looked at the field, but were shocked to find that at some point, there was an extra hair on the tip of Qinglu's sword.

There is no doubt that this is the hair of Qiankun Yijian.

Terrible swordsmanship, no, it can’t even be called swordsmanship anymore.

No one at the scene even saw Qinglu take action. They just saw him slowly hand out the long sword. Then the storm stopped and Qiankun Yijian's hair was cut off by Qinglu.

"I, lost." He put away his sword, looked at Qinglu, Qiankun Yijian said in a deep voice.

"When you understand what slowness is, your sword will be improved to a higher level. A swordsman must be sincere to his sword and loyal to his heart. Do you understand?" Qinglu nodded lightly and put away his sword, then pointed his sword at Qiankun.

said.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice." He nodded slightly, Qiankun bowed with his sword, and then strode away from the Qinghai sword hall.

"Everyone, please rest for a day. The Kendo Conference will be held the next day. Bujie Jian will take all fellow Taoists to the sword pavilion." Qinglu smiled softly and said to Bujie Jian.

Immediately, his figure flashed, and with the support of four maidservants, he slowly retreated.

"Everyone, please!" Bujiejian stretched out his right hand and led everyone to an attic, and said slowly, "This is where the sword pavilion is. Each house contains different levels of sword intent. A sword

It belongs to the first ten feet of the sword test stone, and the two swords belong to the second ten feet, and so on. Please choose your own room."

After listening, Lin Hua went to the fourteen-foot-long room, opened the door and walked in, surprising the rest of the people.

"This guy is actually..." Frowning slightly, Duguhen Tianya also stepped forward and pushed open a room with fourteen swords.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and talented people emerge from generation to generation! Old, old!" Wenjian Gu Yue sighed, smiled softly, and opened a room with fourteen swords.

The remaining people all chose their own rooms one by one between fourteen and eleven.

"Well, this is it!" Lin Hua's expression changed slightly after entering the room.

The entire room contains mysterious sword intent. Not only is it not as aggressive as ordinary sword intent, but it is extremely gentle. Just like the objects in the exhibition hall, it not only allows you to see it but also allows you to touch it.

It should be noted that no matter how gentle the sword intention is, it will invisibly invade your mind and disturb your swordsmanship. Without a firm will, when watching the powerful and profound swordsmanship, it is extremely easy to be led away by other people's swordsmanship.

Come.

Whether it is the right path or the wrong path depends entirely on your personal luck.

But the sword intent in this room now has no such characteristics at all. It is just for you to see and learn from.

It can be said that there is no need to worry about this at all, you can boldly relax your mind and verify the way of swordsmanship.

But don't think that the so-called powerful sword intention is the kind that ordinary people will vomit blood and suffer mental damage at the sight of it.

Not only is this type of sword intention left behind by those who are new to the way of swordsmanship.

Right now, the sword intent in this room is completely restrained, or in other words, it has disappeared. This is what can be called true power.

It is not an exaggeration to call the person who left behind this sword spirit a sword god. (To be continued...)