As Shen Yu finished speaking, Jing Qingjian lost all emotion.
The man in green shirt and holding a sword looked calmly at the figure in the distance who looked like a god of heaven and earth, with an unprecedented trace of hesitation in his eyes.
With the help of the power of heaven and earth on Mount Fuyao, the former sword god was able to control the Fuyao Sword and unleash a peerless sword that could crush everything.
Three thousand years ago. Taixuan Zhenren has an immortal weapon, Qingxuan, that is unparalleled in the entire spiritual wilderness.
Three thousand years later, Shen Yu only had an innate sword that barely gave birth to a weapon spirit.
With his current level of cultivation, Shen Yu had no way to resist the old man. If Li Qinglian hadn't loaned him the academy's most precious sword, the Haoran Sword, he couldn't resist the previous sword.
But now the unknown old man seems unwilling to try the sword, which can only be seen from the Fuyao broken sword that is constantly accumulating spiritual energy.
The power of the next sword will definitely change this place.
No one can escape from the sword cultivator who merges heaven and earth.
Moreover, Shen Yu had no intention of escaping. Whether it was the reincarnation of Master Taixuan or Shen Yu in this life, he had never thought of escaping in front of an opponent who had been defeated by his sword.
Shen Yu is a proud person.
"Back then, I was able to cut off your sword. Even after three thousand years, I am still me. You will always be the third best swordsman in the world."
As the indifferent voice sounded, Shen Yu's eyes burned with a strange light, and the entire Fuyao Mountain peak began to twist and rotate in an instant.
As if being pulled into a time and space, Shen Yu stepped forward, and his green figure disappeared on the top of the mountain.
next moment.
A deep and large hole appeared where Shen Yu disappeared.
The entrance to the cave was deep and dark, filled with the atmosphere of eternal vicissitudes, and then continued to expand along the top of the mountain. In the end, the edge of the black hole had touched the old man's feet.
The unknown old man's eyes narrowed, and his originally expressionless face became a little more shocked.
Without allowing the old man to stay, an unmatched suction force came out of the black hole, and the old man was sucked into it together with the stone base under his knees.
Time passes.
Three thousand years of time passed by, and the old man saw that his face, like a knife, gradually became younger, older, middle-aged, young...
The past of the old man's life flashed before his eyes like clouds of smoke.
"It turned out to be a long river of time." The old man murmured as he looked at the scenes flashing before his eyes.
No matter how long the journey is, it will eventually come to an end. At that time, the time was fixed on the most proud moment of the old man's life. He saw a light in the darkness not far away.
Incomparably bright light.
In the light, there is a figure in a blue shirt with his back to the old man.
Feeling the peak power of the past again, the Sword God's eyes suddenly widened, and a strong and fighting voice came from his mouth.
"Taixuan!!!"
A roar like a dragon's roar echoed throughout the dark land.
The green figure in the light slowly turned around.
The man's tall and majestic body stretched infinitely in the light, as if he was returning from an unknown place he was exploring.
The first thing that caught the old man's eyes was the sword light that he had never seen before.
A sword that spanned three thousand years from an unknown land.
The sword body is made of wood.
Although it is weak, it is like the most powerful sword in the world in that person's hand.
The figure in green shirt casually struck out with his sword.
The unknown old man's eyes suddenly tightened, and his eyes were full of disbelief. At this moment, the old man felt the whole world, the whole spiritual wilderness.
Even if all the practitioners gathered together, they could not withstand this sword.
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The wind on the top of Fuyao Mountain began to blow.
As the remaining snow fell from the sky, the top of the mountains in East Zuzhou, which has a vast terrain and is ranked among the top three in spiritual energy, revealed its true appearance.
The top of the thousand-foot-tall snow-capped mountain that penetrated the sea of clouds was cut off.
The broken side seemed to be cut straight open by a sword.
Through the sea of clouds, on the side of the cliff, an old man in coarse linen clothes sat cross-legged with a peaceful expression and a smile of relief on his lips.
Not far from the old man.
The young man in green shirt who came from Daozong was pale, and a trace of red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Even though his spiritual power was exhausted at this moment, the man's back was still straight, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.
Shen Yu endured the severe pain in his internal organs and said calmly: "So you have been borrowing my sword from the beginning to the end."
After speaking without any logic, the old man slowly opened his eyes, then moved his cross-legged legs, and after counting his breaths.
The broken Fuyao Mountain made a deafening collapse sound, as if a rock that had been connected for a long time was torn apart by a huge force.
The old man's legs, which had been integrated with the ground of Fuyao Mountain for three thousand years, actually had a crack.
Wow!
Like a broken lens.
More cracks spread from all directions under the old man's feet.
At this moment, the old man's face was full of relief and many complicated emotions.
He glanced at the man in green shirt in front of him and said guiltily: "I owe you this sword."
Shen Yu said nothing.
The cause and effect of this sword was too great. In order to cut off the old man's connection with heaven and earth, Shen Yu did not hesitate to go back into the long river of time to find the real Taixuan three thousand years ago.
Then the connection between the old man and Fuyao Mountain was cut off with that man's sword.
Last time Shen Yu borrowed Master Taixuan's sword, which caused his body to fall into an infinite space-time rift, and he was almost unable to return to the spiritual wasteland. In the end, he relied on destroying his cultivation at Yujing Mountain in the Academy to barely offset the power of cause and effect.
This time, even though Shen Yu's realm has entered the realm of divine movement, the power of the borrowed sword is far greater than before.
The power of cause and effect is even greater.
At this moment, Shen Yu's whole body began to be entangled with black energy like dark chains, and each black energy shuttled through his thick body.
As the black energy lingered, Shen Yu's body began to age to a degree visible to the naked eye.
The originally delicate face turned into a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties at this moment, with mottled wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes that were originally smooth.
Years pass.
The huge power of cause and effect was swallowing up his life.
Shen Yu turned a blind eye to the changes in front of him, as if all this was insignificant. He asked calmly: "You have been planning this game for three thousand years. How did you know that I would be reincarnated here?"
The moment the old man's knees broke free from the shackles and severed the connection between heaven and earth, Shen Yu knew the plot laid by this former old friend.
"You conspired with the Land of Qianchuan and somehow escaped the prying eyes of Heaven, allowing Li Qinglian to be resurrected from Jiuyou Guixu."
Shen Yu did not feel angry because he was being plotted, because this kind of emotion rarely appeared three thousand years ago. He casually recalled the broken Jing Qing Sword to his side, and Shen Yu continued: "It's just that I want to know why. People like you would give up your own way and cooperate with the Land of Thousand Rivers. Who are they?"
The old man who ranked third in swordsmanship three thousand years ago, was one of the few great practitioners in the spiritual wilderness, and was almost one step away from entering the Immortal Realm.
How else could such a person be willingly exploited?
The so-called cutting off the connection between heaven and earth is not very important in Shen Yu's opinion.
The old man, who was completely out of tune with the world, was a little silent at this moment, and then said: "The road you have opened up is not far away. Even if we spend our whole lives, we will not be able to reach the end."
The old man's knife-like face was a little lonely, and he sighed deeply and said: "Tai Xuan, give up. The so-called Immortality Fairyland does not exist. Otherwise, why has no one left here since the time you and I were in, even if Even if you break it even a little bit, you can't do it. You couldn't do it back then, Luo Hou couldn't do it, and I can't do it either."
Shen Yu is indifferent
Looking at this old man who has suddenly become much older, even though he is freed from the shackles of heaven and earth, what follows is the rejection of heaven and earth.
For countless years, these great practitioners who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation will encounter the situation of either merging with this world or enduring the rejection of heaven and earth.
The spiritual energy that filled the entire world was like poison, unable to be absorbed or exhaled at all.
Shen Yu was silent for a while and said seriously: "The ways are different! You and I are both strangers."
The old man seemed to understand Shen Yu's words and did not respond. Instead, a dark breath slowly rose from his body. As this breath blended into his rugged body, he who was originally incompatible with this world suddenly Time is like a wandering god, always looking for the crack between heaven and earth.
Shen Yu looked at the scene in front of him indifferently and said calmly: "This is what you got in exchange for your cooperation with Qianchuan Land? Do you know that the cracks in the world cannot last forever, and if it also flows in the long river of time, your lifespan will still be Pass."
The old man nodded. In his opinion, everything Shen Yu said was unimportant. As long as he could break free from the shackles of heaven and regain this body, he would have hope of immortality again.
The old man looked around with satisfaction and said with a smile: "As long as you give me time, I can always find the road to immortality."
Shen Yu twitched the corners of his lips and mocked: "You couldn't do it three thousand years ago, and after so long, you don't have this ability."
Shen Yu paused, a playful smile appeared on his face, and then said: "Besides..."
"Do you think people in this era are inferior to you?"
When the old man heard this, his cloudy eyes suddenly tightened, and then, a majestic aura appeared in the crack in time and space where he was.
A black chain appeared silently beside him.
The old man's face changed drastically and he shouted angrily: "Jiuyousuo!!?"
The black rope filled with the breath of death trapped his body in an instant, and at the other end of the chain, a young man with a handsome face appeared.
The young man's eyes glowed with a strange bright red color, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a Shura appearing in the Nine Netherworld.
"Old Immortal, I thought that since you have lived for three thousand years, you have seen many things and your brain will be more active. I didn't expect that the longer you live, the longer you go back."
The mocking tone made the old man entangled by the black rope look ferocious.
No one would have thought that the unknown old man who had been plotting for three thousand years would be plotted by others at the last moment.
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