Chapter 905

The old patriarch reported his family for the first time because the person he wanted to ask was chaoqingqiu. According to his realm and combat power, he was serious enough.

But he didn't expect that Chao Qingqiu would be indifferent.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the old patriarch standing in the bow of the Xianzhou boat. His face was expressionless, and he did not seem to have any plans to fight.

He was the first person in the world, and he should have done it. But he now put on this posture, it is to let others a little confused.

As the leader of a sect, what Yang Sui saw and heard was not comparable to that of ordinary people. Although Chao Qingqiu was indifferent, he would not be slighted. Naturally, he would not feel that Chao Qingqiu was timid.

After a word, Yang Sui stopped talking, just staring at Chao Qingqiu and Emperor Wu.

When Emperor Wudi would like to take action is probably the idea of many friars.

Liu Xiang stood by Chao Qingqiu and asked, "if you don't make a sword, I'll try it?"

Although Liuxiang is a willow lane, at the moment, in fact, Kendo realm and combat power are far worse than chaoqingqiu.

Chao Qingqiu looked at him, and then said unexpectedly, "OK."

"Willow lane is too early for you to smile."

Chaoqingqiu is the first time.

Liu Xiang said, "are you serious?"

Turning toward Qingqiu, he walked toward the hall of Mahavira and said slowly, "hold it for me for a while."

When talking, Liuxiang can feel the obvious sword Qi fluctuation, which is from chaoqingqiu. This means that chaoqingqiu is fighting with someone at the moment.

That's why you let him do it?

The sword on the waist of the willow Lane feels a little wrong. It reminds me of the cheap apprentice that Bai Wen, who followed him for a long time, has given it to his cheap apprentice. At this moment, he bought this one at an iron sword shop.

Just a couple of taels of silver.

Liu Xiang bowed his head and gave a peep. Then he raised his head and looked at the immortal boat. A voice as calm as possible opened his mouth, "the swordsman Liuxiang is here."

It's not loud, but it's enough to reach everyone.

If Liuxiang is just a way to answer the questions, maybe it won't attract too much attention. After all, the battle between Han Lu and Li Fuyao has arrived at a very anxious time. However, Liuxiang is Liuxiang. It is not easy now or ever.

A sentence finished, between heaven and earth suddenly a dull ring.

In front of the Lingshan cliff, there were clouds and fog. When the sword in Liuxiang was handed out, the cloud disappeared, and a blue light appeared in the sky. Then a green sword Qi was visible to the naked eye. Starting from Lingshan, it was still attached to the hilt of Liuxiang at first. After the sword came out of Liuxiang, it left the sword, and the sound of wind and thunder suddenly sounded, as if there were gods beating drums on the nine days!

Chao Qingqiu's sword focuses on killing people. What about LiuXiang's sword?

Maybe those sword immortals 6000 years ago knew that, but after 6000 years, who else would know?

Emperor Wu didn't know.

The willow Lane laughs and steps forward. When it is swept forward, it is like the sharpest sword between heaven and earth. Every step forward, the sword spirit will be stronger than before.

When he had arrived at the cloud, everyone's eyes were not on the dragon and the white bird before, but at the willow lane.

Will Liuxiang be more powerful than Li Fuyao at the moment?

It should not.

What about Kendo?

Maybe

will be higher.

Does Chao Qingqiu dare to say that he has a chance to win?

How about willow lane?

The old patriarch looked at this scene and said nothing. Instead, Chao Qingqiu asked another sword immortal to do it. He would not let anyone else do it for him. He didn't worry about when and how he would do it. He just knew that if this man made a move, he would kill him.

So a moment later, he reached for his hand. Before Xianzhou, there was a huge Qi engine which reached the extreme quickly, and then kept climbing. The sword spirit had been moving forward for a long time. At the moment, although the Qi engine was climbing slowly, it was not important to rely on the realm strength of the old patriarch.

So when the Liuxiang spits out a breath of turbid Qi, the green sword Qi has already arrived before the Xianzhou.

The old patriarch suddenly gathered up those majestic Qi machines, clenched his fist with one hand, and hit the green sword Qi with one fist. The two collided, making the cloud sea suddenly shake.

Liu Xiang's face turned pale in an instant, but he still took a step forward.

After the collision, the sword Qi dissipated, which was like a long blue sword inch by inch broken. If the old patriarch took another step forward, he would almost fall in front of the willow lane. One of them was the highest level among the monks in tianwai, and the other was probably the best among the monks in the world. When they met, there was no redundant words.

A green light flashed across the long sword at the waist of Liuxiang.

Once again, the old patriarch punched out.

The majestic air engine started from that iron fist, but in a moment it invaded the past and went straight to the willow lane.The face of Liuxiang was blown by the vigorous wind, but it did not retreat. A sword crossed the chest. After the blue sword light was born, it was exploded and then came out again. In this way, it never really dissipated.

Even so, the fist was about to fall on the chest of Liuxiang. The iron sword in Liuxiang was actually broken, but it was forcibly joined together by Liuxiang with sword spirit.

Once the sword Qi dissipates, the iron sword will break completely.

A swordsman has a sword in his hand, and heaven and earth can go.

But if the sword is gone, is it necessary to die with the body?

Liu Xiang laughed miserably, and Chao Qingqiu asked him to top it first. He also came, but he didn't expect that he could hold it for a while.

He said with a wry smile, "willow lane, if you don't come by yourself, let me do it. Do you think I can really stand it?"

Although he did not know the meaning of it, he opened his mouth and said, "everything that can really be relied on is nothing but himself."

Liu Xiang nodded, deeply believing that it was, he reached out again, held a piece of iron sword fragment before the fist fell on his body, and then gently handed it out.

In fact, here is the strongest sword in the true sense of Liuxiang.

Whether you have a sword or a sword in your hand. At this time, the willow alleys still hold swords.

This sword is Liuxiang walking in the world for 6000 years, really belongs to his own sword.

Six thousand years ago, the willow lane was extremely talented. No matter whether it was the sword skill or the sword spirit, it was almost the highest in the world. It was too difficult for posterity to cross him. Even after it was divided into two parts, it was not easy for this willow lane to cross him.

What's more, from the beginning to the end, Liuxiang is living in the shadow of another willow lane.

Therefore, it is a very difficult situation to have this sword.

The old patriarch felt the power of the sword, so he whispered

and then watched the sword cut his clothes and almost fell on his body.

The sword Qi, which looks insignificant, contains too many things.

The old patriarch had to stretch out his other hand and stop the sword. Then he looked at the willow lane and said, "your place has indeed given us a lot of surprises."

Surprise or shock depends on whether you can be mastered.

The old patriarch had absolute confidence.

Liu Xiang couldn't smile. The sword had been handed out, but failed to succeed. In fact, it was not the sword that could not be done, but his present state was not enough.

What else could he do now, apart from watching the iron fist fall on his chest?

Maybe I can pray.

Many monks turned their heads and didn't want to see it. Although by this time, several Canghai monks have been defeated and died, but Liuxiang is different.

He was in the heart of swordsmen and swordsmen. It was a high mountain.

But now the mountains are falling.

Someone is crying.

As friars, most of them have no feelings about foreign objects. What many people pursue is the word "longevity".

But that's not true for everyone, especially at this time of day.

"Liu Jianxian!"

It seems that they all think of a long time ago in Luoyang City, the man called chaoqingqiu was facing many saints and finally fell down.

The breath of sadness spread out.

The old patriarch said again.

Because he found that his iron fist had not yet landed on the willow Lane chest.

A sword spirit passed through the sea of clouds and fell on him.

The sword spirit is not too fierce, but it can attract the attention of the old patriarch at this time. He follows the sword spirit and sees that the young man in blue is standing on the cloud with his sword in the distance, breathing heavily.

What about Han Lu?

The old patriarch subconsciously thought of the young man of Tianzong. He was relieved when he saw Han Lu's figure at the end of the sea of clouds.

But now Han Lu's condition is not too good. Because he can't dodge a sword, his clothes have been broken a lot, and even his hair bun was almost cut off by a sword.

Naturally, his opponent was not much better. The young man's mouth was still bloodstained, and his face turned pale.

The old patriarch did not pay attention to the sword spirit, but appreciated the young man who still had enough strength.

Take him, perhaps is their biggest harvest.

This man is young and has all the conditions to be a peerless and powerful man.

The old patriarch even thought that if he was in the clan, he would be able to compete with Tianzong in less than a few years. In a short time, he might even surpass Tianzong.

It's a pity.

The old patriarch sighed and hit the willow lane. Anyway, kill the Liuxiang first.

Liu Xiang is not powerless to resist. Under Li Fuyao's sword, he has some breathing opportunities, and then he hands out a sword.It just doesn't seem to make any sense.

The old patriarch's fist passed through those swords and fell slowly and firmly on his chest.

There's a big bang.

It's like a big drum being pounded hard.

The willow Lane fell from the clouds.

Slow and sad.

It's like a willow leaf.

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