Since that day, Xuan Lingzi has been unable to retreat and recuperate his primordial spirit.
Qingjun also always maintained the form of medicinal pills and stayed quietly in Luo Jianqing's Najie. Fortunately, it told Luo Jianqing before falling asleep that it took too much Danli to heal it and needed to adjust the breath for a long time, otherwise Luo Jianqing would really worry about whether something happened to it.
Suddenly, there were only Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu left in the huge Yuxiao Peak.
During this period of time, in order to vent the depression in his heart, Luo Jianqing has been practicing swordsmanship continuously and never stops. It wasn't until Venerable Hao Xingzi came to Yuxiaofeng to inform him to prepare for the Zongmen Grand Competition, Luo Jianqing woke up from that state of burying his head and practicing swordsmanship.
The day before the Zongmen Grand Competition, Zuo Yunmo personally came to the bottom of Yuxiao Peak to clarify the relevant matters this time to Luo Jianqing.
He was still wearing a light yellow robe, and Zuo Yunmo had a Qingyun sword tied around his waist. His voice was very soft, and his smile was as gentle and elegant as Luo Jianqing's memory: "Like the previous years, is this time? It's up to you, the senior brother, to watch the competition between the disciples of the Qi-refining period and the foundation-building period. However, among the younger generation in Taihua Mountain, you are the only one who has broken through the Nascent Soul period, so you don't need to participate in the competition of our Jindan period disciples. fight."
Luo Jianqing nodded lightly and said, "Junior brother, I said last time that you have made a breakthrough. I want to discuss with you. I wonder when you will have time?"
A very light dark color flashed in Zuo Yunmo's eyes, he quickly hid it, and said with a smile, "Why don't you wait until the junior brother breaks through the Nascent Soul Stage? I'm afraid it will be called a discussion at that time."
Luo Jianqing said in surprise: "You already have the confidence?"
Zuo Yunmo said with a smile: "Within a year, the later stage of Jindan should be fine."
Luo Jianqing congratulated Zuo Yunmo again, and Zuo Yunmo planned to resign. Before leaving, he suddenly asked casually, "Is that fellow Daoist Mo who lived and died together with his senior brother in the Valley of Flowing Flames for three years?"
Luo Jianqing smiled and said, "Yes."
Zuo Yunmo smiled and nodded, turned and left without asking more.
As soon as Luo Jianqing looked back, he saw Mo Qiu in red. Mo Qiu seems to like wearing red clothes very much. Among the monks Luo Jianqing saw in his life, except for the little sister, no one would wear red clothes all the time. However, the red color and Mo Qiu's beautiful face like flowers are very complementary.
Mo Qiu snorted softly and said angrily, "You guys in Taihua Mountain's younger generation are a little down."
Luo Jianqing was stunned at first, and then said: "More than a hundred years ago, in the war between the human race and the demon race, we produced a lot of elites in Taihua Mountain, and almost all the disciples of my previous generation died in that war. After all, Taihua Mountain is the head of the three thousand sects, and it should be the greatest strength."
Mo Qiu calmed down. After a long time, he said, "Just now, your junior brother is only the root of the first-rank top-rank. It is not bad to be able to reach the later stage of Jindan before the age of sixty."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing naturally understood that Mo Qiu was actually praising Taihua Mountain's disciple. Whether it is a Taoist cultivator or a demon cultivator, everyone has the same hatred for the demon clan. Taihua Mountain has sacrificed almost a generation of disciples' lives for the human clan, and it is indeed worthy of the respect of others.
Luo Jianqing said: "Although the second junior brother said that the root bone is the worst of the seven of us, he is very hardworking. Just like you, your root bone is a low-grade, but you can reach the Yuan Ying before the age of sixty. In the later stage. You have already surpassed Yan Su and Mo Qiu from the Broken Soul Sect, do you think the root is so important?"
Mo Qiu raised his red lips: "Yes, I like your concept."
Luo Jianqing said speechlessly, "What do I want you to do?"
Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows: "Maybe someday I can save your life again?"
Luo Jianqing said expressionlessly: "Can you not curse me to meet the danger of life and death?"
Mo Qiu laughed.
On the second day, Luo Jianqing saluted Xuan Lingzi in front of the bamboo house, and he knew that he was going to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition.
This time, the bamboo house was still silent for a long time, but after a while, a low and cold voice sounded: "You have reached the Nascent Soul stage, so naturally you should put your vision in the world. The leader, Yan Su, is also in the early stage of Nascent Soul, but his realm is more stable than yours. Gradually clear, you have to be more careful."
With so many words, Luo Jianqing was stunned for a moment. There was something warm in his heart that was gradually rippling, soft, as if something was different. Luo Jianqing said: "Master... This time, don't tell me again, don't fall in the face of Yu Xiaofeng?"
The bamboo house was quiet, and Luo Jianqing said again: "I really don't need to talk about this?"
There was still no reply, Luo Jianqing pretended to be regretful and sighed, and said with a smile: "Master, if I fall in the face of Yu Xiaofeng, you can't talk about me when you come back, but you didn't say it yourself. Yes, then I…”
"Luo Jianqing, don't fall in the face of Yu Xiaofeng!"
This voice was mixed with spiritual power, and it pressed straight into Luo Jianqing's ears. The tone was full of anger, but it didn't hurt him.
Luo Jianqing couldn't help laughing, and the sullenness that had been in his heart for the past few days finally dissipated. He said: "Okay, Master, then I will go to fight for Yu Xiaofeng's face. I just don't know, if I will face the face Will there be any rewards for fighting over? For example, can the door be opened? Opening the back door is not necessary for the time being, just open the front door and cough..."
A sword rushed out, knocking Luo Jianqing into the air. Luo Jianqing landed steadily on the ground and was not injured.
"What nonsense!"
Luo Jianqing let out a low laugh, walked to the bamboo house again, and whispered a word. But after a long time, he took the initiative to turn around and leave, called Mo Qiu who was sitting in the stone pavilion, and the two went down the mountain together. Along the way, Mo Qiu's face was dark. As soon as he got out of Yuxiao Peak, he asked directly, "What did you say to your master secretly just now?"
Luo Jianqing turned to look at him and asked, "I don't know, Fellow Daoist Mo is still so gossipy?"
Mo Qiu sneered: "Joke! I gossip? How can I gossip?"
Luo Jianqing asked back, "Then why did you ask me just now?"
Mo Qiu: "... I'm caring about you."
Luo Jianqing: "..."
After a while, Luo Jianqing said: "Then it's up to me whether I tell you or not. I won't tell you."
Mo Qiu: "..."
It was not far from Yuxiao Peak to Cangshuang Peak, and soon, the two of them saw the monks gathered in the square of Cangshuang Peak. At this moment, it was time for the battle between the disciples of the foundation-building stage. The two disciples of the later-stage foundation-building stage were fighting very hotly in the arena. Even though the two of them were not high in cultivation, their solid strength made this match worthwhile.
When Luo gradually came to the square, countless eyes immediately gathered.
The disciples of Mount Taihua were full of ardent expectations, and many of the younger sisters of Huaichun held their hearts, their cheeks flushed with excitement. Ordinary disciples of other small sects also looked at Luo Jianqing with great reverence, as if they had seen an idol, and the chattering voice buried the audience.
"This is the legendary Taihuashan Senior Brother? This is too handsome!"
"This senior entered the Nascent Soul at the age of forty! My master said that he might be able to reach the out-of-body stage at the age of sixty!"
"Impossible? That's the out-of-body stage, and our Dianling Sect's Supreme Elder is only in the out-of-body stage..."
"Why is it impossible? Venerable Xuan Lingzi, who entered the Nascent Soul at the age of fifty-six, can enter the divine transformation stage before the age of three hundred.
…
"Senior brother, I have something I want to ask you."
"Hahahaha, Junior Sister, you said it! As long as I can do it, it will be no problem to go up the mountain of swords and go down to the sea of fire!"
"Then... Senior Brother, I heard that you are on good terms with the disciples of Taihua Mountain. Can you help me give this veil to Senior Naluo?"
"@$%@#$@#… "
…
Because of the root bone, Luo Jianqing was born with superior ear power, and his cultivation base was high, so he could hear these words all at once. Originally, Mo Qiu was sitting next to Luo Jianqing very curiously, watching the situation on the stage. When he heard these words suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched and he said, "Why are they so gossipy!"
Luo Jianqing said calmly: "So, now you know how I felt just now?"
Mo Qiu didn't understand it at first, but after a while, he realized that Luo Jianqing was talking about gossiping just now. Now Mo Qiu quit his job, and directly sent his voice over: "Who told you to have that kind of relationship with your master, I... I'm just curious!"
Luo Jianqing was shocked and asked, "What kind of relationship do I have with my master?"
Mo Qiu was silent for a while, and then voiced over again: "Why are you asking me about this kind of thing?"
Luo Jianqing suddenly fell silent.
The atmosphere between the two instantly became embarrassing. When the disciples of the Jindan stage began to compete on the stage, Luo Jianqing said with a voice transmission: "My relationship with my master is not to be tolerated in the world. If you also feel dirty, then wait for this time. After the big competition, you should leave Taihua Mountain, and we will meet less in the future."
Mo Qiu: "If you let me go, I'll go? Isn't it just being with your master, what's the big deal. You so-called righteous people are just boring. Although we demon cultivators have such rules on the surface, we never People obey. The two guardians of my magic palace..." The sound transmission stopped for a moment, and Mo Qiu said again: "The two friends I know are biological brothers, but they have been together for thousands of years. The blood relationship is comparable to your teacher. The relationship between disciples is a little closer, but no one in the magic cultivator dares to say anything to them. Venerable Xuan Lingzi is the number one person in the world today, who dares to control him?"
Luo gradually lowered his eyes, looked at the scene on the stage, and whispered, "He himself will control him."
Mo Qiu was dumbfounded for a while.
After half an hour, all the games below the Jindan period ended. Not surprisingly, Zuo Yunmo, the second senior brother of the Seven Sons of Taihua Mountain, once again defeated the third senior sister Wei Qiongyin and won the first place. At this point, the entire duel is only left to the Yuanying stage event, but the Yuanying stage monk is only Luo Jianqing, as long as no one challenges him, he will be the first.
The elder in charge of this matter looked at Zuo Yunmo and asked, "Do you want to challenge?"
Zuo Yunmo raised his head to look at Luo Jianqing in the stands, who nodded to him with a light smile, the corners of his lips slightly raised.
Zuo Yunmo turned his head, shook his head and said, "Senior brother is extremely powerful, so naturally I won't challenge it."
Luo Jianqing raised his eyebrows in surprise, only to hear the elders begin to announce the final result of this sect competition: "The seven-yearly sect competition in Taihua Mountain is now over. The first in the foundation-building stage is the Bishen Peak, Yue Yunfeng, the first in the Jindan stage is the Cangshuang Peak Zuoyunmo, and the first in the Yuanying stage is the Yuxiao Peak Luo…”
"Wait a minute!"
A loud voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the elder's words.
The elder turned his head to look at the auditorium, and saw a young man in white clothes and brocade robe standing up, shaking a jade fracture fan in his hand, and smiled gracefully: "In the Xiabai family, Baizhi, ranked seventh, this time to replace The Bai family came to Taihua Mountain to watch the battle. I have long admired Taihua Mountain for a long time. After coming to Taihua Mountain this time, the sect leader also asked us to treat Taihua Mountain as our own home. In this case, I don’t know what to do next Can you take part in this fight?"
There was an uproar in the field!
This kind of thing has never happened in thousands of years!
Mount Taihua has been standing on the Xuantian Continent for thousands of years. However, the mighty war between the two tribes a thousand years ago had damaged the foundation of Mount Taihua. Even the Peak Master had died, and the elites had lost countless lives.
The four major sects and the eight aristocratic families have all developed over thousands of years. Among the eight major families, except for the long-established Mo family and the Wei family, the other six major families do not have too deep background, but the Bai family, who is headed by them, has emerged in succession. Three Mahayana monks. One is still in the late Mahayana period!
The strength of the four sects is also quite strong.
In this case, although Taihua Mountain is still the leader of the right path, it can no longer suppress the heroes like ten thousand years ago.
Although Bai Zhi said it beautifully, it was still a provocation. However, Venerable Guanglingzi, the peak master of Haoming Peak, laughed loudly and said, "It's just a battle. If you want to compare, you can compare, what's the point of being squeamish?"
This made Bai Qi stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to agree so quickly.
Guanglingzi looked at Luo Jianqing and asked, "How is it, Jianqing, do you dare to fight? This little seven from the Bai family heard that he just entered the Yuan Ying last year. I'm going to challenge you."
In one sentence, the rules are set: Challenges are okay, but they must be challenged at the same level or above!
Luo Jianqing looked at Guanglingzi clearly, and then at Hao Xingzi, then got up and said, "The disciple is fighting!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Qi threw his folding fan and said with a smile, "Please!"
Looking at the other party's behavior, Luo Jianqing raised his eyebrows lightly, a laughter came from his nose, his toes touched the ground, and he went up to the competition platform all of a sudden. The next moment, Bai Qi also flew up and stood in front of Luo Jianqing.
Under the vast sky, Cangshuang Peak stands among the mountains, pointing straight to the sky. On the Baizhang Square in front of Lingyun Hall, thousands of eyes are focused on the competition platform.
I saw two white figures standing opposite each other, one was wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, wearing a beautiful jade pendant, and a thick gemstone belt was tied around his waist. magic weapon.
The other person was wearing the simplest white robe, with a simple white belt tied around his waist. All the decorations on his body, except for the simple hosta in his hair, were only the disciple jade plaque hanging from his waist.
However, when Luo Jianqing stood on the Doutai, it seemed that the haze in the sky had fallen down, attracting all the rays of light between heaven and earth, and it was very elegant. He just stood there quietly, like the most beautiful painting in the world, with impeccable facial features and an elegant temperament with splashes of ink. He was really handsome and radiant.
On the other hand, Bai Qi was considered a man of the younger generation in Xuantian Continent. He ranked seventh among the sons of the Bai family, second only to Bai Ji, the fourth son of the Bai family. In the past, Bai Qi was considered handsome and suave, but standing here today has completely become a background wall.
"Can Senior Luo surpass this seventh son of the Bai family?"
"What do you know, the seventh son of the Bai family has only just entered Nascent Soul for a year, but Senior Luo has been for two years."
"This is not necessarily true. I heard that in the Bai family, the resources of the seventh son are extremely good, only a little worse than the fourth son. He has a lot of cultivation resources, and it is said that there are also a lot of magic weapons and exercises."
"Anyway, Senior Luo is so handsome, I support Senior Luo!"
Listening to the discussion in the stands, Bai Qi was still pretending to be holding the shelf in a deep voice, but his face gradually became stinky. He directly took out his long spear and looked at Luo Jianqing, who also smiled at him.
The referee elder shouted: "The fight begins!"
The next moment, Bai Qi went up with a gun, and the speed was extremely fast, turning into phantoms, forcing Luo Jianqing. From the very beginning, he did not have any reservations. He attacked with all his strength. The gun was too fast to be seen clearly. Among the disciples of Mount Taihua, only Zuo Yunmo and Wei Qiongyin could see some ways. The disciples in the stands only You can see that stern shot.
The gun shadows rushed towards Luo Jianqing overwhelmingly, blocking his every way out. The tricks were ruthless and pointed directly at the dead end, but no one stopped them, because the fight was to do their best, and at the last moment there would naturally be an elder who interrupted the fight and rescued the seriously injured.
Luo Jianqing tapped his toes and dodged left and right. He didn't hide very fast, as if he was just strolling around in the courtyard. In this dense shadow of gunshots, he was the only one who seemed to be leisurely, surprising everyone.
An elder from a small sect sighed with emotion: "This Luo Jianqing is really powerful, and he has cultivated Taihua Mountain's "Ping Zong Bu" to such a level, I am afraid it has reached the second level? Wonderful! Wonderful! Really wonderful!"
"Yeah! Looking at him like this, I'm afraid he's not far from the great achievement of the third realm!"
Bai Qi kept stabbing Luo Jianqing, but the latter dodged lightly. After a while, Bai Qi felt that something was wrong. He slapped the spear with his palm, fiddled with the tricks in his hand, and chanted the incantation silently in his mouth. I saw that a white jade-like color suddenly appeared on the long spear, and the entire black iron spear body seemed to be turned into white jade, showing a dazzling color.
Someone exclaimed: "What happened to this gun?"
The children of the Bai family on the side said proudly: "This is my Bai family's "Seven Guns of the Bai Family", and the seventh son has already practiced the third shot, Bai Xue Fu Mei!"
Everyone was amazed.
On the platform, the white jade spear kept spinning, stirring up a whirlwind, as if a gust of wind passed through, blowing Luo Jianqing's robe up. Pieces of light-colored petals gradually floated down from the sky, and plum blossoms fell silently, covered by the white snow that filled the sky, leaving only boundless white snow between the sky and the earth.
boom!
One shot, Xuemei stabs!
Bai Xue and Plum Blossom stabbed Luo Jianqing together with the stunning shot, and they were terrifying and shocking. Unexpectedly, Luo Jianqing stood still and stood still. He just smiled and looked at the gun that stabbed him. When the gun was about to stab in front of him, he suddenly raised his hand, put his fingers together, and lightly Swipe away.
A cyan sword light collided with the white jade spear.
boom! boom! boom!
Just a face-to-face, the snow and plum blossoms in the sky all vanished. Bai Yu's long spear flew out, stuck directly on the platform, and landed at Bai Qi's feet. The white jade luster on the gun disappeared completely, and the black iron was dull. And Bai Qi even spat out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person staggered and almost fell.
Luo Jianqing flew up on the ground and arrived at Bai Qi's side in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Bai Qi had just vomited blood, and before he had time to react, a cyan sword qi forced his neck. He trembled all over, and raised his head stiffly, only to see Luo Jianqing standing beside him, his thin lips slightly hooked, Rumo's eyebrows slightly curved, and he asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Bai, do you need to fight again?"
The whole place was silent.
The next second, suddenly boiling!
"It's less than a stick of incense! It's less than a stick of incense! Senior Luo only released a sword light and made the seventh son of the Bai family vomit blood. This is too heaven-defying!"
"He didn't draw his sword!"
"What? He didn't even draw his sword! Doesn't that prove that even though he is in the early stage of Nascent Soul, Senior Luo can completely beat the seventh son of the Bai family?"
Hearing such discussions, Bai Qi's body trembled with shame and anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "I won't admit defeat!"
Luo Jianqing gave a soft "oh". Originally, Bai Qi thought he was going to persuade himself to admit defeat, but Luo Jianqing whispered: "Then fight to make you admit defeat."
boom! boom! boom!
Luo Jianqing kicked Bai Qi's stomach and kicked him away. Before Bai Qi landed, Luo Jianqing's figure appeared beside him again, another ruthless and domineering kick.
Elder Bai in the stands stood up angrily and shouted, "You junior, you are too deceiving!"
But before the elder's words were finished, Luo Jianqing kicked Bai Qi's face directly and kicked him out of the competition platform. Bai Qi had already fainted and was quickly carried away by the Bai family. Luo Jianqing turned to look at the sluggish referee and said with a smile, "This elder, can you read the results?"
The elder woke up instantly: "Yes... Yes! In this fight, the winner is Taihua Shan Luo Jian..."
"Ridiculous! You junior, since you have already won, why are you still humiliating my direct descendants of the Bai family on the stage? The old man told you to stop, but you dare to move again. Taihua Mountain really thinks that my Bai family is someone who can handle it. Soft persimmon? Huh?!"
The Bai family is really powerful, and the elder sent to watch the battle is actually a great master of the tribulation period. In the past, they would only send elders of the integration period to watch the battle. This time, they didn’t know if the four major sects and the eight great families had made an appointment to find fault, but they all sent elders of the transcending tribulation period, and the Broken Soul Sect even sent out the Mahayana period. Elder!
After the old words of the Bai family fell, Venerable Yuqingzi sneered and said, "Does the Bai family think that I have no one in Taihua Mountain?"
Patriarch Bai said: "Yuqingzi, you have also seen that your Taihua Mountain juniors are still aggressive after their victory, beating my Bai family's Xiaoqi like that! Please give my Bai family an explanation on this matter."
Yu Qingzi slapped the table: "What do you want to say? The one who beat the shameless challenge Bai Qi!"
Elder Bai: "Yu Qingzi, you...!"
This kind of great power above the tribulation stage is rarely seen, and now there are more than a dozen people at once, and there are actually two tribulation stage venerables who are still quarreling. The young disciples in the stands watched excitedly. Luo Jianqing smiled helplessly and saluted: "Master Yuqingzi, you seem to have forgotten something, the disciple did not win."
Yu Qingzi was stunned: "Didn't you beat that Bai Qi to the stage just now?"
Luo Jianqing explained: "The disciple is saying that the disciple did not win before knocking him down."
Elder Bai said angrily: "Nonsense! Everyone can see that you repelled Xiao Qi's 'Bai Xue Fu Mei Spear', what else do you have to say!"
Luo Jianqing said in surprise: "But senior, that Bai Chi said that he didn't admit defeat!"
Everyone was stunned, and after a long while, someone whispered: "Yes, it seems that the seventh son of the Bai family did say that he would not admit defeat?"
"Oh! Senior Luo was so powerful just now, I didn't even notice what Bai Chi said... Huh? Bai Chi Bai Chi? Why does this name sound familiar?"
"Isn't this an idiot! Hahahaha!"
Patriarch Bai opened his mouth wide and was speechless.
Venerable Yuqingzi laughed, and Venerable Guanglingzi on the side laughed even louder. In the entire Taihua Mountain, only three peak masters came this time. Apart from these two, the first one, the venerable Hao Xingzi, touched his beard, looking like a fairy, not asking about the world, just looking at Luo Jianqing His eyes were full of approval.
Luo Jianqing didn't brag, he saluted and said with a light smile: "If that's the case, then the disciple will retire temporarily."
"Wait a minute!"
In the stands, a strong man suddenly stood up. His eyes were sharp and biting, condensing a line, staring at Luo Jianqing. The smile on Luo Jianqing's lips gradually dissipated, and the two looked at each other for a long time. The man cupped his hands and said, "Yunrong in Xiayun's family, ranking first. I heard that fellow Daoist Luo took good care of his sister in the Valley of Flowing Flames. Today, I want to ask for advice from fellow Daoist Luo!"
As soon as the voice fell, Yun Rong flew to the platform. When he landed, he was very light and did not make a sound. The eagle-like eyes were always fixed on Luo Jianqing's body, which made the latter slowly become vigilant.
Before the Battle of Flowing Flame Valley, there were four outstanding people in the younger generation of Xuantian Continent.
Yan Su, the eldest disciple of the Duanhun sect, Fuzi Yuchen of the Guiyuan sect, Bai Ji, the fourth son of the Bai family, and Yun Rong, the eldest son of the Yun family.
These four people are more than 20 years older than Luo Jianqing, and they have practiced more than 20 years more than him. There is a gap of 20 years. Although everyone knows that Luo Jianqing is the only super-quality root in the world, but they also think that Luo Jianqing is not as good as the four of them. They are the top power of the younger generation in Xuantian Continent. , known as the "Four Heroes of Xuantian".
Until the battle of Liuyan Valley, Luo Jianqing had one enemy and three opponents, and Yan Su was also in his opponent, and Mo Qiu, the descendant of the sinner of the Mo family, was also born, and the two of them became the myth after Liuyan Valley. When they heard that they might have died in the Valley of Flowing Flames, many monks were very sorry, but now that they have come out intact, it has added a mysterious atmosphere to their legendary story.
Yun Rong is not Bai Qi. He entered the Nascent Soul Stage as early as eight years ago, and he is not at the bottom of the "Xuantian Four Heroes". It is said that Bai Qi also played against Yun Rong once, and lost to Yun Rong without even drawing a gun.
Yun Rong stood on the platform, cupped his hands and said, "Please be careful, fellow Daoist Luo."
Luo Jianqing smiled slightly and nodded: "Please!"
boom!
Luo Jianqing's voice just fell, but he saw the world in front of him shattered. The disciples in the audience all disappeared, the elders in front of Lingyun Hall were never seen again, the majestic Mount Taihua suddenly shattered, the sky was blood-red, dark clouds condensed, and silver electric snakes kept surging in the heavy lead clouds.
Luo Jianqing suddenly felt a severe pain coming from his body. His left hand seemed to be put into magma, with no spiritual power, his meridians were cut off, and the blood wet his eyes, and he even breathed with a strong tinge. Bloody smell. His body trembled involuntarily, and Luo Jianqing discovered... His cultivation had suddenly regressed to the late stage of Jindan.
The strong wind whistled past his ears, Luo Jianqing did not dare to look up, but heard a loud voice: "Senior brother, you have killed countless people. Brother Luo, I will call you brother for the last time today. You have fallen into The devil's way has also murdered the second and sixth senior brothers. It can be said that heaven does not tolerate it, and it is a reckless act. If you are willing to forge yourself on this cliff of love, then looking at the friendship between the brothers and sisters in the past, I can tell all the fellow daoists. Please, let me leave you with a whole body."
Luo Jianqing raised his head slowly, and suddenly saw a group of people.
Hundreds of monks surrounded him, each took out his magic weapon and glared at him. The man in the lead was wearing a white Taoist robe from Mount Taihua, with a jade plaque of Yuxiaofeng's disciple pinned to his waist. He looked sympathetic, and seemed to be righteous. He held a sword in his hand.
That sword, sharp and sharp, made the world tremble before it was sheathed.
Luo Jianqing looked at the sword blankly, and didn't speak for a long time.
Li Xiuchen said again: "Luo Jianqing, are you still stubborn!"
Luo gradually moved his eyes up and looked at him.
This handsome and elegant face has long been soaked in blood, only a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes can still see the old style. Luo Jianqing's blood-green robe was hunting and dancing in the wind, behind him was the cliff of love, but in front of him were the righteous people who chased and killed him for ten days and ten nights. He looked at it at a loss, his lips moved, but there was a huge boulder in his throat, and he couldn't speak.
Li Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and suddenly drew the sword.
As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the sound of the wind stopped, and the sword light shone in all directions, terrifying.
Li Xiuchen pointed at Luo Jianqing, and said sternly: "If that's the case, then Luo Jianqing, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you still have a trace of humanity, you should cut yourself off, and you don't need to dirty the mysterious sword that Master gave me! "
"Why... this sword?" A hoarse voice sounded from Luo Jianqing's throat.
Li Xiuchen said: "Master is worried that I will not be able to subdue you, so he gave me this sword!"
Luo Jianqing felt as if he had been thrown into the ice of ten thousand years. His heart melted little by little, and every breath seemed to have sucked in blood. His eyes were blood red, and the endless despair in his heart was transformed into Endless darkness, only the last bit of light left.
With a hoarse voice, he said firmly: "He wants you to... kill me!"
Li Xiuchen suddenly paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Master has something to say, seeing a sword is like seeing a person, after you finish yourself, I will naturally bring your body back to Master, so that he will know that you have committed suicide and will not humiliate any more. The face of my Taihua Mountain Yuxiao Peak!"
"Li Xiuchen!"
"Pa-ta-", the last light also dissipated in an instant. Luo Jianqing collapsed and made the last sentence. The sound-chasing sword in his hand had already broken into two sections. Holding the last broken sword, Luo Jianqing rushed towards Li Xiuchen frantically. His body was on the verge of death, but all the pain in his body was inferior to the wound in his heart!
Sadness, nothing more than death!
More than 40 years of mentoring and apprenticeship, more than 40 years of getting along day and night!
He hid that person in the bottom of his heart, and he made the best disciple of Mount Taihua for the etiquette that that person obeyed! He was never himself, he was just the elder brother of all the juniors and juniors of Mount Taihua, a perfect first disciple of Mount Taihua, the disciple of the Venerable Xuan Lingzi, and...
Do not! He is no longer that person's apprentice.
Until now, that man is going to kill him.
The pain in his heart overflowed, engulfing Luo Jianqing. His heart has been shattered into thousands of pieces, gushing blood, his last thought of living, his only hope of surviving over the past 40 years, is to become that person's disciple, to be able to abide by etiquette Take a look at him. And now, what did he get
Heartbroken, willing to die!
When Luo Jianqing rushed in front of Li Xiuchen, he suddenly threw the chase sound in his hand.
The sound-chasing sword issued a panicked sword cry, but Luo Jianqing didn't want to hold on to it anymore.
Chasing after the sound, after so many years of chasing, he was already tired. He was too tired to lift his fingers, he was too tired to speak, he was too tired to catch up. Why Chase? Since it will never catch up, since it is destined to be abandoned by this person, what else should it do
The sword spirit of Xuan Lingjian did not hesitate at all, and under the leadership of Li Xiuchen, suddenly stabbed Luo Jianqing's chest.
Luo Jianqing did not resist, he raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile, and slowly closed his eyes. The sword touched his skin, cold and ruthless, stabbing Luo gradually shivering. Many pictures flashed before his eyes. When he was a child, he fell asleep in that person's arms. When he grew up, he was taught strictly by that person. That person gradually alienated him. He hid in his bamboo hut and watched that person carefully. Teach Li Xiuchen.
Sword, piercing little by little.
The sound of flesh and blood breaking apart was extremely loud at this moment.
"Don't fall in the face of my Yu Xiaofeng."
"You are the senior brother of my Taihua Mountain. If you don't practice hard, how can you lead your junior brothers and sisters!"
"You are complacent with such a result? Gradually, you are so disappointed as a teacher."
…
"... gradually clear, you have to be more careful."
The last sentence, in a low and soft voice, seemed to be suppressing strong emotions, and it came straight into Luo Jianqing's ears.
Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes, and at this moment, the Xuan Lingjian had pierced half an inch. Li Xiuchen's face was as ferocious as a ghost. Seeing that Luo Jian was awake, he pounced on Luo Jianqing with five claws, but Luo Jianqing's eyebrows were full of blue light, and a four-petal lotus flower slowly emerged.
The next moment, the intact Shuangfu Sword appeared in Luo Jianqing's hand.
"This is my inner demon, but this world is different! Break it for me!"
The sword light on the Shuangfu Sword flourished, and an elegant green lotus suddenly bloomed, mixed with majestic spiritual power, and stabbed at Li Xiuchen. Li Xiuchen let out a scream and turned into nothingness, and at this moment, the piercing and piercing Qingqing Cliff disappeared.
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes again and returned to the stage. In front of him, Yun Rong vomited blood, his face was like golden paper, he staggered and fell backwards. No one could believe that this brash looking burly man was actually a genius illusionist!
Although Yun Rong has practiced the swordsmanship of the Yun family, his spiritual power is inherently huge. The reason why Bai Qi was defeated by Yun Rong without even pulling out his spear is because he fell into Yun Rong at the beginning of the fight. in the fantasy.
Yun Rong's body trembled slightly, he wiped the blood from his lips, and said hoarsely: "You clearly fell into my illusion, why..."
There was also a little blood on Luo Jianqing's chest. Although the sword that pierced into the heart was only an illusion, as long as Luo Jianqing believed it, it could be reflected in reality. This is Yun Rong's unique trick "Four Phantom Shadow Kills".
Luo Jianqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yun Rong solemnly, and said, "Because, some things are really different."
This time, Luo Jianqing turned his hand and took out the Frost Floating Sword, looking at the opponent in front of him with a serious look. He sighed lightly and said, "Thank you for letting me see something buried in my heart, and it also made my Dao heart more stable. You are a worthy opponent, and I should draw my sword and defeat you. "
As soon as the words fell, the sword that shocked the world suddenly swung towards that Yunrong. The sword shadow formed a cyan lotus flower in the air. It looked gentle and moving, but it concealed a terrifying murderous intention. That Yunrong immediately pulled out his sword to resist, and used the Yun family's "Tianfeng Shenyu Jade Killer". ”, but still vomited blood and flew out of the platform.
On the stage, Luo Jianqing stood proudly, with a tall and handsome figure. He just stood quietly, but it made people hold their breath.
I saw him swing his sword lightly, and a deep sword mark appeared on the hard platform. Luo Jianqing raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed, his voice condensed into a line, and fell into the ears of everyone present: "Taihua Mountain's first disciple Luo Jianqing is here, who dares to fight me!"