As for the proposal to go far and fly high, Qingyun also put forward it. After all, he was already a tenth level swordsman at that time, and if he wanted to take the queen away, people like Wangdu couldn't stop him.
But the queen did not agree.
"We're not young anymore."
She often said so.
Only Qingyun knows her heart knot. After the age of youth and having a family of her own, love and love have to be relied on a little bit later. She has that kind of responsible attitude in her bones. Even if the king ignores her, she still has to act alone. Good role as queen. So even later, the two often talked to each other, but never crossed that line. If a moment of greedy pleasure can only bring endless pain, then let all this not happen at all.
She is still her queen, and he is still his swordsman.
There is no dirty connection, and he and she don't have to be ashamed of anyone but each other.
Qingyun was at the place closest to her, and his stay would last for a long period of ten years.
Lide once asked him why he didn't travel around the world to save sentient beings. This question has been asked before. "Qingyun was trapped in the capital by something", such legends can be found everywhere, only Qingyun himself knows, no one traps him, he is here as a prison.
Used to pay off his debt to the queen.
For nearly twenty years, he picked the first peach blossom in early spring for her and stuck it in her hair; he lined up for several hours in the early morning bustling city for her to buy the famous shop in the royal capital. She took in six stray cats, three white ones, two flower cats, and one black cat with a butterfly and snow treading on it... Many things the queen can do by herself, as long as she orders, there will naturally be servants Do well for her, but she only likes Qingyun to be with her.
And at this moment, Qingyun was finally relieved. The end of countless memories, this not-so-perfect life, is the last piece of the puzzle.
— put it down.
When this thought appeared in his mind, he suddenly felt a burst of relief in his body, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago.
In an instant, the sky exploded, and Bai Lian's sword energy filled the world.
When he raised his head again, he looked at the silver-gray dragon, staring straight into its eyes, full of cold sharpness that couldn't be hidden. Just like when he had just crossed the tenth level and planned to marry the girl he loves, that young man was full of spirit.
The dragon seemed to have sensed something and patted its wings. The ground suddenly began to tremble for no reason, red light enveloped the majestic and majestic palace, uprooted the hill-like palace complex, and flew them into the sky. The size of the royal palace is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine. It would take a day or two just to travel around. The entire capital was shrouded in darkness.
With a movement of the giant dragon's divine sense, the palace crashed down towards Qingyun.
It was pitch black, covering the sky and the sun. If the landslide.
Qingyun let out a breath, took half of the green bamboo in his hand, waved it freely, and the magnificent palace that fell on his head was exploded into countless pieces.
This sword is called Kaishan.
Qingyun lowered his hand, a strand of blood flowed down his cuff to his fingertips, then flowed along his fingertips to the green bamboo in his hand, and fell drop by drop from the tip of the bamboo to the ground.
With a roar, the dragon soared into the air, shook its head, and opened its mouth wide. The flame that can burn everything to ashes accumulates in its mouth, and then erupts suddenly without mercy. The temperature of the flames almost instantly roasted the capital into powder, and the blood on the ground evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The super high temperature caused a severe burning sensation on the skin. No one is immune.
Mighty, sweeping the world. If a tsunami.
Qingyun's expression did not change at all. With a backhand sword, the fire in the sky was cut off at the waist, and faded towards the sky, burning the clouds in the sky into a terrible blood red.
This sword is called Broken Sea.
The giant dragon hovered above the sky, coldly looking down at the man who walked under his hands for two full rounds.
Twelve weights against ten weights, it should be an absolute crush.
but why…
Even if the ears, eyes, nostrils, and mouth are not bleeding, this person can still put on such a calm appearance. Isn't he afraid of himself? Are all humans crazy
And why was he able to break through his own flame? It's nothing more than destroying the palace, and the sword swung by a person at the tenth level should also be of this level. But just now it was dragon fire, second only to god fire, and it can burn the world clean! !
Why is he still standing there, why does the sword energy just now seem to make heaven and earth back away, why does that fragile body still refuse to fall down, why? !
The dragon couldn't figure it out.
Qingyun's body was covered with cracked wounds, and large chunks of blood fell on the ground.
He turned around and said to Alaya:
"Look out, young man. Don't think that the tenth level is the sky, the limit of human beings is far more than that...!"
The giant dragon let out a shocking roar, and there was a hint of fanaticism in the blue eyes.
He could understand what Qingyun said, even if he couldn't understand, the smile on the corner of that bastard's mouth stimulated his numb nerves. It was as if a knife had been stabbed in its self-esteem, and it wished to tear this person into pieces.
It flapped its wings and flew high, then swooped down.
Struggle, suffer, and die.
A guy like an ant! Are you worthy of looking at me like this
Qingyun had already turned his head, and once again clenched the green bamboo with his blood-stained hand.
—"I'm timid? I'm not timid at all, okay, I'm afraid that if I make a move, they will be beaten to death and maimed, how bad it is."
—"Don't pester me, anyway, following people like me, nothing good will happen..."
—"If you feel sad, I will play the sword for you. Have you heard it, it is the sound of clang~zheng~. Ah?? You don't like it, I think it sounds pretty good... um... then I Let me sing for you next time, even though I don't sing very well."
— "…Sorry. I'm late."
— "That's fine, that's fine. I'll stay in the place closest to you..."
- "... anyway, a lifetime is not long."
When countless voices sounded in his mind, Qingyun raised his head and stared blankly at the swooping dragon.
It was the sturdy scale armor that many soldiers sacrificed their lives but failed to get hurt.
That is an ultra-high realm that has the potential to absolutely crush human beings.
It is a terrifying existence that makes people tremble just by its mere existence, and it is an absolute power that even changes the color of the sky and the earth when it is angry.
The storm rose, and the thunder exploded.
That's right, for weak human beings, its existence is as far away as "sky".
When the sky collapses, no one will be spared, and there is no point in fighting or fleeing.
Life and death are only a moment.
Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
"I, Qingyun, am just an ordinary person. I have been in the world for too long, and I am already covered in dust."
"Because of this, I realized that Zen Sword itself is a mistake. Human beings have the seven emotions and six desires, so they are human beings. I Qingyun practiced swords for the common people in the world, for the woman I love, but not for you. Practicing. If the way of heaven is ruthless, I will act for the way of heaven."
"So even flesh and blood dare to swing this sword. In this way—"
Qing Yun swung his sword, as if to split the sky above his head into two.
Alaya vomited blood and pinched her own neck with her hands, only to find it extremely difficult to breathe.
Even though she was behind Qingyun, most of the waves of anger were blocked by Qingyun, but she still felt her stomach was overwhelmed and her mind was muddled. The coercion brought by the giant dragon soared to the point that it seemed to shatter the soul of the craftsman, unable to think about anything, he could only stare blankly at the scene in front of him, and the words Qing Yun said to himself sounded in his ears again: I There are three swords, but only the first two can be taught.
A sword broke through the mountains.
A sword cut through the sea.
And a sword called—
"Ask, God!"
I want to open the gate of heaven with a sword, enter the realm of gods, and ask the gods all over the sky why they are so indifferent to the world.
Why do people who are bitter and cold be displaced, people who love each other pass by, people who work hard are depressed, and people who are ambitious are frequently frustrated.
Why let the wicked occupy high positions, and why let the good be rewarded with evil. In the past and present life, it is said that heaven rewards hard work, how many people in this world can really break free from the shackles of fate and move forward indomitably? Human beings have been defined as an inferior race since birth, who defined the word inferior, and who set the ten-fold upper limit there
no one knows.
But now I Qingyun tell you. What is the upper limit of human beings, the upper limit of human beings is not here at all!
It's just that the fragile physical body can only bear the realm below ten layers, but it's hard to go further with the shackles imposed by you. It doesn't mean that you can't step into a higher realm at that moment and see a farther scenery—
Alaiya's eyes widened, her skin was covered with goosebumps, her hair stood on end, and cold sweat dripped down her cheeks onto the ground.
In front of her eyes was a scene that no one dared to imagine or believe.
That sword split the hundreds of miles of dark clouds summoned by the giant dragon into two halves, forcibly opening a sky curtain. And the giant dragon on the trajectory of the sword, as if time had stopped, remained motionless in the air.
After a moment's pause, the dragon's blood splashed.
What a profound realm, it can't be broken with a single sword!
What kind of invincible scale armor, it's not disemboweled!
Its claws grabbed the air angrily, and its wings kept rising. At that moment, its angry roar and vicious curse appeared in the minds of everyone in the capital.
Unfortunately, useless.
Alaiya was a little afraid to look at Qingyun, but her eyes wandered for a long time, and she looked in that direction carefully.
There, Qingyun lowered his hand, and half of the bamboo in his hand was broken into strands of fibers, which melted in the wind. After the bamboo disappeared, Qingyun raised his hand and stared at his palm. And his body also started from the fingertips, turning into dust bit by bit.
Qingyun turned his head and smiled at the queen.
Alaya turned her face to look at the queen, and found that she was biting her lip tightly, her two hands were pinched together, and there were traces of blood flowing from her fingers.
She gave Qingyun a smile back.
The existence of the three one of the tenth level of swordsmanship, the guy who had been trapped in the king's capital for twenty years, Qing Yun, just turned into dust and dissipated in the air.
Perhaps the human body really couldn't bear such a terrible force, or he was punished for disobeying the way of heaven. Afterwards, everyone knew that when he swung this sword, he was far from the tenth level, but no one knew what height he had reached and what kind of scenery he had seen at that moment.
All I know is that the day of his death was filled with brilliance.
Half of the ethereal and hard-to-find sword energy scattered into the capital, and the other half was given to Aliya.
Thousands of miles of wind, give me a ride. Let me go straight to 90,000 miles and show my ambitions.