Qingyuan Sword Emperor!
All the powerful people in the field were silent!
Who is Qingyuan Sword Emperor?
In that distant golden age, the various cultivation professions in Xiaoyao Continent were as numerous as stars, and heroes in each field emerged in endlessly. Only sword cultivators were the rarest. But in such a continent where sword cultivators were lonely, Qingyuan Sword Emperor relied on Taibai Qingyuan Sword dominates the world, and joins forces with the other two sword emperors to usher in a heyday of sword cultivation!
His dominance still affects generations of sword cultivators in Xiaoyao Continent!
Countless sword cultivators affectionately call him a sword protector!
But he is such a man of great influence, a peerless powerhouse comparable to the Nine Swords God Emperor!
Today, he is going to die!
He ruled for an era, but committed suicide by burning his soul in a remote corner of the outer continent, next to an unknown town!
This is the rise of the times!
This is also...the end of the hero!
A Great Sword Emperor came out and suddenly knelt down behind Uncle Sword, his eyes a little red, "Qingyuan Sword Emperor, do you still remember that ten thousand years ago, you were preaching to the world in Xiaoyao Divine Valley, and the man sitting on your right was The boy below!"
"You said that there are three thousand kinds of swordsmanship in the world, but the word "love" is the most true, the word "jue" is the most false, and the word "wu" is the most empty!"
"You said that everyone the sword points to is the enemy!"
"You said that your sword is your heart. The sword is the blade of your heart. It can be used to kill or protect. Killing and protecting are just a matter of a thought!"
"..."
As the Great Sword King spoke, he cried like a child!
Uncle Jian looked back at him, "Ruan Yize!"
Hearing this, the Great Sword King trembled, "You...you still remember me?"
Uncle Jian shook his head, "I don't remember and I don't want to remember!"
At this moment, an emperor stepped forward and bowed his hands respectfully towards Uncle Sword, "May I ask, Lord Sword Emperor, did you lose that battle?"
Lost? !
For a moment, all the emperors looked over.
Uncle Jian's eyes suddenly became extremely dark, "Maybe I won, maybe I also lost. I don't know whether I am successful or not!"
Speaking of this, Uncle Jian glanced at the sky, as if he felt something, and said: "I am a person from the outer continent. I should not have set foot on the Molan Continent, let alone kill people in the Molan Continent, but I will die." , can you please give me some face? I don’t have time. I need some peace and quiet and don’t want anyone to disturb me!”
Don't want anyone to disturb you!
The emperors had complicated expressions, glanced at Feng Wuxie, and then shot straight to the sky!
Immediately afterwards, in the depths of the starry sky, where countless warriors could not spy, the entire time and space boiled, and terrifying pressure continued to fall from the sky!
"All forces from all sides listen, we are the protectors and law enforcers of the Great Luo Holy Sect!"
"Whether it is the ancient aristocratic families of the mainland, or the barbaric tribes, or the strong men of the ten major martial arts circles, or even the mercenary guild, the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce and other forces, within the hundred realms here, no warriors who are above the immortals are allowed to set foot!"
"If anyone disobeys, he will be punished immediately!"
Kill him!
A sound as loud as a bell resounded!
For a moment, the world trembled, and countless big guys frantically fled away from this world!
Soon, the entire sky calmed down!
The emperors also guarded all sides without saying a word!
Feng Wuxie looked at Uncle Jian, "Uncle Jian, I... I'm sorry for you!"
Uncle Jian shook his head and said with a smile: "I...I have already said that I will die sooner or later, so why should you care about it? No matter who it is, it will be difficult to accept that no matter who falls from the peak to the altar, or retreats if their cultivation level does not advance. , not to mention that your Uncle Jian is a great emperor?"
Feng Wuxie was silent!
Uncle Jian sighed: "Actually, I have thought of countless ways to die. Saving you is the most meaningful way for me to die. Otherwise, following Wang Tianfeng's cruel criticism, I will die on a woman's bed sooner or later. As you can see , your Uncle Swordsman was once one of the ceilings of Kendo in Kyushu Xuankai.
It was when a woman died, and the divine light of the great avenue flew out of a woman's bed..."
At this point, Uncle Jian smacked his lips and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't imagine how stinky Uncle Jian's eternal wisdom will be!"
Feng Wuxie knew that Uncle Jian was making him happy, but he really couldn't laugh.
Uncle Jian looked at him, "Boy, I didn't die for you in vain, but there are three things you need to do. I can't do it, and I can't do it alive!"
Feng Wuxie kowtowed respectfully, "Uncle Jian, please speak!"
Uncle Jian pointed a little, and the fish-dragon-white-queen sword flew in front of Feng Wuxie, "After I die, if you want to worship me, worship this sword, and then you will carve my deeds into a tombstone. Of course, this is You have to wait for the day when your power can bear the name of my Qingyuan Sword Emperor, not now. You can mention the good content, but don't write the bad ones. As for the intention, you will naturally know it in the future! "
Feng Wuxie nodded, "Remember!" Z.br>
Uncle Jian opened his palms, and two swords, one green and one purple, appeared in his hands, "This is the Taibai Mandarin Duck Sword. They are all heaven-made magic weapons at full level. The outside world said that only those who love each other can pull them out. This is actually a lie. And If you spread rumors, as long as you are strong enough, you can pull it out!"
Feng Wuxie said: "Uncle Jian, are the remaining two things you mentioned related to these two swords?"
Uncle Jian nodded, with slight waves in his eyes, as if he was remembering the past. After a moment, there was a touch of tenderness in his voice, "The purple sword is the Taibai Purple Duck Sword. You want to give it to someone and tell her, Junior sister, don’t worry, senior brother Xiaoyao is going first!”
Feng Wuxie said: "Who is that person?"
Uncle Jian said: "Shangguan Ruyue!"
Feng Wuxie said: "Then this green sword..."
Uncle Jian said: "This sword is called Taibai Qingyuan Sword. It was the sword I wore when I was at my peak. I will give it to you today. However, when you can pull out this sword, Uncle Jian wants you to fight someone." !」
Feng Wuxie looked cold, "Who?"
Uncle Jian said: "When you can pull out this sword, the sword spirit will naturally tell you!"
After the voice fell, he reached out and made a move, and a bloody sword flew into his hand from Feng Wuxie's body.
Nine Tribulations Sword!
Uncle Sword said: "Let me find a sword spirit for your sword!"
While speaking, he looked at the ghost blood fixed in the void, suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a big empty hand pulled his soul out alive.
Uncle Jian stared at Ming Xue, "Since you are a blood cultivator, you are in line with the properties of this sword, so whatever, you can be the sword spirit of this sword!"
Ning Xue's eyes trembled, "No!"
At this moment, Uncle Jian's palm pressed hard, trapping his soul in the sword!
The next moment, the awe-inspiring sword energy exploded around Uncle Jian's body. He moved his fingers together, and swung the sharp sword light in the sword body. Every time a sword light was shed, it would be accompanied by the miserable sound of Nether Blood. Scream!
His memory is constantly being erased!
The soul begins to intensify its integration with the Nine Tribulations Sword!
boom!
Suddenly, two sword patterns exploded directly on the Nine Tribulations Sword. On the sword body, blood light lingered, and a terrifying evil spirit swept out!
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