Fan Yuanwu was sitting on a wooden chair. The desk in front of him was filled with various ancient books. There were also several high piles of books piled under him, almost burying his body under the piles of books.
He looked through the ancient books in his hands and copied some words from them from time to time.
This is what he has been doing all these years.
He wanted to know who the guy was who had turned his brother into this.
He secretly thought that perhaps only by finding that group of people again could he completely revive his brother.
However, he searched through various classics and even spent a lot of money to buy many unique books, but he almost never found any records about the Abi Road.
But now, he has another reason to look through these classics.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked into the room.
There, a young man with a gray-white body sat across from a handsome young man in white.
Strange power surged out from the young man's body, wrapping the gray-white boy within it.
The young man frowned, as if he was suffering from some huge pain, but at the same time, his body gradually solidified in this process.
Chu Qingxiao's suggestion was very effective.
With the help of Liaoyuan, Fan Yuanwen began to absorb the divinity in his body.
Although the process was difficult and dangerous, it allowed the Fan brothers to see the light.
For those who have been in darkness for a long time, hope is the most precious thing.
Fan Yuanwu had a complicated expression on his face when he thought of this.
After all, he wanted to get rid of Chu Qingxiao before this.
First of all, he didn't want Chu Qingxiao to destroy everything he had now, which was his capital to cure his brother.
Secondly, he wanted to explore the purpose of Chu Qingxiao's resurrection from the dead, so that Fan Yuanwen could do the same.
But what he didn't expect was that when all this was discovered, Chu Qingxiao did not take action against him, but left Liaoyuan to help Fan Yuanwen.
This situation of being repaid with kindness made Fan Yuanwu feel ashamed.
At this moment, Liaoyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
He withdrew his divinity and looked outside the room with a frown.
Fan Yuanwen also felt something strange about Liaoyuan. He also opened his eyes and looked at Liaoyuan, his eyes full of doubts.
Fan Yuanwu also walked over, secretly thinking that there was something wrong with the process of refining divinity. He asked, "What's wrong?"
Liaoyuan stood up, still looking outside the hospital, and said at that time: "I'll be back as soon as I go."
As soon as he said this, without waiting for the Fan brothers to react, he turned into a long red sword and escaped into the sky.
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"A prairie fire."
As these two words came out of Chu Qingxiao's mouth.
A different aura than before suddenly swayed from Chu Qingxiao's body.
Xiang An felt this, his expression changed, and he looked at Chu Qingxiao in horror.
At the same time, a sword cry suddenly rose above the dome.
Xiang An raised his head alertly and saw a long sword that seemed to be made of flames flying into Chu Qingxiao's hand with a long fire tail.
Chu Qingxiao held the sword, and the flames burning on the sword repeatedly seemed to be spiritual, and at that moment it enveloped Chu Qingxiao's body.
Then, a flame barrier rose from behind Chu Qingxiao.
The blood-colored flying swords inspired by Xiang An's martial spirit that were aimed at Song Qingqing and others touched the flame barrier, and were swallowed up by the wall of fire like ice and snow melting.
After resolving the crisis, the flame barrier poured into Chu Qingxiao's body.
Chu Qingxiao looked at Xiang An.
There seemed to be fire lotuses blooming in his eyes. He stared at Xiang An with a cold gaze, carrying an innate majesty, as if he was looking down at ants.
"This..." A look of horror appeared on Xiang An's face. He could feel that as Chu Qingxiao held the sword in his hand, the aura around Chu Qingxiao rose to a terrifying level.
It is incredible that a weapon can bring about such an improvement, unless...
Thinking of this, Xiang An's eyes fell on the sword in Chu Qingxiao's hand: "No..."
"impossible……"
"How come you have the Tiangang Divine Sword?"
There are indeed thirty-six Tiangang Divine Swords in the Yaoguang Sword Pool.
But each Tiangang Divine Sword has its own sword spirit. Most of those sword spirits are extremely picky. Most of the time, they are in a deep sleep.
Looking at the entire Tianxuan Mountain, there are only ten people who possess the Tiangang Divine Sword, and this is already the highest number at that time.
Except for Tianxuan Mountain, in the whole summer, there are very few people who possess such magical objects.
Every holder of the Divine Sword is either a powerful person who has been famous for a long time, or a junior who has become famous like Zhao Nianshuang.
But Chu Qingxiao was just a little man who climbed out of the ruins of Wuling City.
He had just climbed the big tree in Jian Tiansi and Prince Wu's Mansion recently. How did he get such a magical object?
And judging from Chu Qingxiao's mastery of this divine sword, it seems that he has been completely recognized by the divine sword spirit.
But what Xiang An finds hard to accept is why the always picky and even harsh Excalibur Sword Spirit would choose a guy like Chu Qingxiao?
But just like his problem, Chu Qingxiao would not answer his questions, nor would he give him time to think clearly about it.
Chu Qingxiao's figure moved at that time, and the spiritual flames on the Liaoyuan Sword erupted. At the same time, the spirit dragon's breath and Loulan Sword Intention also surged out of Chu Qingxiao's body at this time, wrapping around the Liaoyuan Sword wound.
The three superimposed together and exploded with huge power, blasting towards Xiang An.
Seeing this, Xiang An didn't dare to be careless, and he quickly gathered his sword energy to resist.
The moment the two collided, Chu Qingxiao's figure stood on the spot like a mountain, motionless, but Xiang An was retreating steadily. The sword intention he inspired was like a piece of clay cast in front of Chu Qingxiao's power. Instantly broken.
The strong wind stirred up by the power of the two kept rushing towards Xiang An, and the sharp strong wind cut holes in his clothes one after another.
The hairpin on his head was also cut off, and his black hair spread out and flew up randomly in the strong wind. His eyes were completely red, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and the look on his face was ferocious. He looked like a madman at this moment.
The power in his body was consumed rapidly, and veins popped up on his forehead, but Chu Qingxiao's expression was calm. It seemed that this head-on confrontation of strength was nothing to Chu Qingxiao.
The comparison between the two situations is already a judgment call.
Xiang An's eyes widened with anger, unwilling to accept such a failure.
A roar came from his mouth.
The martial spirit behind him was summoned by him, and seemed to feel how terrifying Chu Qingxiao was at this moment. He retracted his hand, and the things wrapped around the necks of Song Qingqing and others also turned into blood and returned to the martial spirit's body.
At the same time, Wuhun's figure came behind Xiang An, and his figure overlapped with Xiang An.
His skinny, skeleton-like arm stretched out, and together with Xiang An, he held the Dragon Sky Sword.
At that moment, a bloody aura exploded from Long Xiao's sword wound, facing the sword intent and spiritual power inspired by Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Qingxiao's expression suddenly changed. He looked at Xiang An, or to be precise, at the pale martial spirit that overlapped with Xiang An's figure.
He smelled a threatening aura in the power inspired by the martial spirit.
Not only because of the power of that aura, but also because that aura gave Chu Qingxiao a sense of déjà vu.
When he just stepped out of Wuling City and passed Luer Mountain, he smelled such a scent on the deserted body.
He looked horrified.
But when this look fell in Xiang An's eyes, he thought it was Chu Qingxiao's fear.
He suddenly showed a cruel smile: "Chu Qingxiao! You don't think you are the only one who has adventures in this world, do you?"
"My martial spirit is obtained by imagining my Ganquan Peak Ancestral Sword, which hides the Tao Yun of the strongest peak master in the history of Ganquan Peak!"
Ancestor sword?
Chu Qingxiao frowned when he heard this.
It's that ancestral sword again.
Lu Qi said before that he was attacked by the sword intention of the ancestral sword and almost died. Now Xiang An's strange martial spirit is also related to that ancestral sword.
From this point of view, it seems that there is really some terrible secret hidden in the ancestral sword of Ganquan Peak.
But Chu Qingxiao did not delve into such thoughts. For him now, the most important thing was to solve the trouble at hand.
At that time, he looked forward with deep eyes, and the prairie fire sword in his hand seemed to sense his thoughts, and the sword trembled.
More spiritual flames surged out from the sword.
Wherever the spirit flame passed, the bloody aura melted away as if it had met its natural enemy.
It was the spiritual flame transformed by the purest sword intent.
It is the condensed sword intention of countless swordsmen who have held the prairie fire sword before and today.
They are either nameless or, like Sun Li, wandering around.
But those bits and pieces of sword intent turned into spiritual flames after thousands of years of accumulation.
That is a prairie fire.
It is also the fire that has never been extinguished in the hearts of those true swordsmen.
When this fire is lit.
Wherever it passes, everything should cease to exist.
Xiang An looked at this scene in disbelief.
He couldn't accept that his most powerful killing move was so unbearable in Chu Qingxiao's hands.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Above the dome, clouds billowed.
Divine objects are born, and there are visions in the sky.
This is the first time that Liaoyuan, who has become a divine weapon, shows his strength, and the vision between heaven and earth is a response to Liaoyuan's enlightenment.
Under such a vision, the spirit flames swallowed up all the bloody aura inspired by Xiang An, and the spirit flames bombarded Xiang An's body with Loulan's sword intent and spirit evil dragon's breath.
The pale martial soul on Xiang An's body touched the spiritual flames, and he suddenly let out a sharp wail.
Xiang An realized something was wrong, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he tried to mobilize all the strength in his body to resist Chu Qingxiao's offensive.
But in the previous confrontation, he had tried his best, and the power he could inspire at this moment was very little. Naturally, it was difficult to achieve any results by using the mantis as a chariot. As soon as the power came out, it was swallowed up by the spiritual flames.
Xiang An looked at the martial soul that was completely wrapped in the spirit flames, and the panic on his face became more and more intense. He could no longer care about anything else. He turned to look at Chu Qingxiao and begged: "Qingxiao, don't..."
Chu Qingxiao also looked at Xiang An. Facing the other party's plea, he just shook his head indifferently.
Then the spiritual flames surged again, completely engulfing the martial soul until it turned into ashes...
