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The fierce battle on the Moon Court shocked the surrounding towns and villages.
Especially the fisherman whose home is a boat, suddenly feels his body is falling straight down, rushing out of the cabin in horror, but seeing the lake suddenly drop a foot, and in the middle of the lake, a giant palm made of flowing water is lifting up. Firmament.
"Grandpa Lake God is angry!"
A look of astonishment and fear was written on everyone's face. I don't know which one roared, and everyone knelt to the ground and bowed.
On the small stone bridge not far from the lake, one person is independent, and the young man is floating.
Fu Qingjin put his hand on the sword and stared at him: "Yue Demon, have you changed like this?"
…
A few months ago, in late autumn, on Renxin Island, beside Dragon Snake Lake.
A lonely figure, holding a broken sword, sitting alone by the lake, there is no illusion of Qingxu, and no green silk hanging down.
"How come that Fu Qingjin is stupid!" Hua Chenglu came to Renxin Island, visited an Eagle Wolf guard who was injured during the mission, and saw Fu Qingjin's figure in a distance.
Yu Zijian said, "Shhh, Chenglu, keep your voice down, don't let him hear it."
The discussion was clear to his ears, but he didn't even hear it, staring at the broken edge of the Qingxu sword, not only the sword, but also all the connections with the outside world.
The Zhu Yao League has become a thing of the past, and gradually no one comes to visit.
The Tibetan Sword Palace neither punishes nor summons. Only the four words "good for oneself" came from the master from a distance. The simple four words made him think hard and puzzled.
His injury had healed a long time ago, but he didn't know where to go, so he stayed. Staying in this foreign land is like a lonely soul.
"You don't have a line, how do you fish?"
A step closer, a voice came, it was Yu Zijian, and Fu Qingyan did not look back or answered.
In the past, I believed it because of the Qingxu sword. This girl will have a deep fate with him, and now the sword is broken. If the fate does not exist, she is just an ordinary woman, perhaps she really has the talent to inherit the Zixiao sword. But what does that matter to him.
Yu Zijian thought of his former self, sighed faintly, but his eyes were unprecedentedly distant and quiet, and he asked a question: "Is this sword really so important to you?"
Fu Qingjin is silent like a rock,
"Zijian, let's go!"
"Come on!" Yu Zijian turned his head and replied, and then dealt with Qing Yan: "A person told me that there is a dilemma in the world. There is always a choice. Nothing is perfect."
Just one sentence. But like a ray of aura, from Fu Qingjin's mind, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, after Yu Zijian left. I used a voice that only I could hear, and murmured:
"Nothing is perfect, everything is magnificent, and it will eventually return to the ruins!"
The words of the master linger once again:
"Qing Jin, do you know the origin of this Qingxu sword? There is a senior in my hidden sword palace. He was the king of a country. Of course, there was no great summer at that time. There were still many countries in Kyushu. The senior was in order to deal with the enemy country. Threatened, he went out to seek help, strayed into the fairyland, and got the inheritance of a fairy. He was full of joy, and when he left the fairyland, he realized that decades had passed."
"Family and friends have all passed away, and the old country has long been broken by the enemy country and turned into a ruin. He wants revenge, but finds that the enemy country has also perished in the war. He is infinitely confused and put this idea into the sword. This is what The sword intent contained in the Qingxu sword, the endless prosperity will return to a ruin, covered with moss and vine..."
Fu Qingjin raised the Qingxu sword and said softly, "Are you not an exception?"
The next day, Fu Qingjin left the Baijia Jingyuan. He walked through every city destroyed in the war, imagining their former prosperous scenery, as if he had washed away the dust in front of him, and the whole world had become different.
One day, another day, the Qingxu sword was still so broken, but a hint of cyan light melted into it.
This time, it was not the sigh of the predecessor from the ages, nor the sigh of the sword masters of the Qingxu of the past, but his own understanding of Fu Qingjin.
Without knowing how many cities he had traveled, he finally understood that the Qingxu Sword was not broken. At that moment, the Qingxu Sword suddenly glowed with unprecedented brilliance, and he realized that he was standing in the Qingxu illusion again.
A figure stood under the collapsed palace wall in the distance, turned his head, and smiled faintly.
He was a very majestic middle-aged man. His appearance was very strange, but his expression was extremely familiar. That aloof and melancholy expression appeared on his face countless times.
Fu Qingjin also smiled, smiling heartily, like before he picked up the Qingxu sword.
From then on, among the ten swords in the Tibetan Sword Palace, there was one more broken sword.
Zhou Tong finally took the Lei Shan Sword back, and was meditating in the Dong Mansion, preparing to break through the Golden Core Realm. Suddenly he felt that the circle was touched, frowning, and stepping out of the Dong Mansion.
"It's you?"
Zhou Tong had a three-point anger in his heart, and when he saw someone coming, he became seven-pointed: "Fu Qingjin, what are you doing here?"
Fu Qingjin opened his palm, and there was a purple pill in it.
Zhou Tong's anger disappeared: "This is the Yuan Ling Pill!"
…
Facing the giant palm he grabbed, Zhou Tong snorted coldly with disdain. With a wave of Lei Shang sword, he fits into a flash of lightning, penetrating the palm of the giant palm, and the speed is not lower than that of Li Qingshan's wing of Fengshen.
In an instant, the electric current spread and flowed in the water, from the inside to the outside, the giant palm shone brightly, collapsed and disintegrated, like a landslide.
"It's really difficult to deal with this bullshit after crossing the catastrophe."
Li Qingshan stabilized his figure, shook his whole body, shattered the purple lightning, and took a long breath, looking at Zhou Tong who was like a Thunder God in the sky.
The line of sight collided with each other, and there seemed to be sparks flickering.
Zhou Tong pulled a flash of lightning and swooped down. Lei Gong’s phantom didn’t seem to be able to keep up with his speed. He dragged behind him, revealing Zhou Tong’s original appearance. The light of lightning was wrapped around the Lei Shang sword, making this unsurprising wooden sword glow with fierce lightning. .
Li Qingshan stepped on a water dragon and stepped forward. He clenched his fists, the force of the shock, converging constantly, condensed and did not send out, a circle of black cracks intertwined, as if it could tear the void.
The tip of his ear suddenly moved, and he waved his hand aside.
The two passed by, the electric light was straight, and the water dragon was broken.
Li Qingshan's chest penetrated a hole the size of a fist, turned around, and shouted, "Come again!"
Zhou Tong turned around. Although he was unscathed, his expression was rather restless: "Why!?"
"What and why? You bastard don't delay time!"
On the Flying Dragon Ship, Liu Changqing asked puzzledly: "What happened to Senior Zhou?"
"Look at the surrounding area of Yueting Lake. The Moon Demon just got distracted." Hua Chengzan's expression was also unspeakable surprise, and even a hint of admiration.
"It doesn't seem to have changed, what's the point..." Liu Changqing followed Hua Chengzan's hand, looking far away, and couldn't see anything unusual, suddenly she got a shock in her heart and understood.
When the giant hand was smashed by thunder and collapsed, a big pit was smashed on the Moon Ting Lake, setting off a huge wave several feet high, rushing in all directions. To be precise, it is no longer a wave, but a tsunami that only appears at sea.
Fu Qingjin's figure disappeared on the small stone bridge, standing on the lakeside dock, holding a sword in one hand, trying to cut off the coming waves, but seeing the waves collapse out of thin air in front of him, he put down the Qingxu sword and looked towards the sky.
Amidst the cheers of mortals thanking the god of the lake, Fu Qingjun's expression was a little dazed for a while.
These villages and towns along the coast, which should have turned into a mess, are now safe and sound. It is clear that the Moon Demon was distracted and controlled by Zhou Tong's sword during the confrontation.
On the Flying Dragon Ship, everyone understood, looking at each other, there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
"Why are you taking my sword, you could have avoided it?"
Zhou Tong’s feelings are undoubtedly deeper, and he is not half proud of it. In the past, he fought with Blood Shadow and killed a city of people with a single blow. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, under the righteousness of slaying demons, there would be no Any regrets.
But now, he shot for private grievances, but Li Qingshan would rather take his sword and save countless lives. The identities of each other seemed to be reversed, and the words "slashing demons and eliminating demons" were no longer so just and awe-inspiring.
"I'm happy, don't talk nonsense, we'll fight again, even if Grandpa gave you this sword!"
At that moment, Li Qingshan heard countless shouts, facing the huge waves that emptied, some people yelled "Grandpa Lake God for help" or something, and some cried children and women. His thoughts changed. The water god mark was used to disperse the huge waves.
He is not a saint, if it is really a life-and-death battle, he can't be distracted to care about the life and death of mortals. But if you just get a sword and save hundreds of thousands of lives, that's a matter of course, and you don't think you have done anything good.
"Forget it, if you take my sword, our grievances will be wiped out!"
Zhou Tong was speechless, suddenly sighed, turned into a flash of light, the sword broke through the air, and came to the Flying Dragon Ship: "Master Liu, this battle is useless, and I will find a way to compensate."
If the battle continues and Li Qingshan is injured again to take care of the people on the lakeside, he will really be ashamed. At the end of the day, he is not Ru Yi Hou, the moon demon occupies a water area to practice, what is it to do with him. He who had reached the Golden Core Realm had already jumped out of the chessboard, and he didn't need to look at anyone's face anymore. As for the faces of the top ones, ordinary people can't see them even if they want to.
"Leave it to the predecessors."
Liu Changqing arched his hands, and then ordered that the Flying Dragon Ship turned his head and flew to the Hundred Schools of Classics. Almost everyone felt relieved. The power shown by Li Qingshan was so amazing that he could almost fight against the Golden Core Brothers. , And it occupies a geographical advantage, I am afraid that even Zhou Tong may not be able to win, this might not be the best result.
From today, there will be no cultivator in Qinghe Mansion who will convulse his head, thinking that the same moon demon will go to war.
"Inexplicable!"
Li Qingshan touched his chin, his demon spirit surged, and the wound on his chest healed quickly. It was nothing compared to the time when the Queen Luosi was fighting.
He suddenly felt a familiar breath, his eyes turned, his eyes became very sharp, and he saw the cyan figure on the dock by the lake:
"Fu Qingjin!" RQ
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