There have been countless generations of young Sanjian in the world.
But the real Three Swords in the World have always been just those three people for thousands of years.
With equal talents, the length of time is naturally difficult to overcome.
Until Cong Ren's death.
Only then did many sword cultivators truly see the possibility of becoming one.
Some stories may have been silent and rarely noticed in the wave of one thousand and four years.
But of course that also exists.
At that moment, Jiang Ye seemed to suddenly understand the reason why the senior brother named Shan Zhaoshui said goodbye to them after the sword was sent out.
There are no complicated triggers.
It's just that they have different paths and don't work together.
Shan Zhaoshui is still very young.
Among so many human sword cultivators, this Six-tiered Sword Cultivator, who is only fifty years old, is naturally the young one.
So he not only retains his charm.
Probably the character is still there.
Jiang Ye, who was nearly twenty years younger than Shan Zhaoshui, didn't say much. He just looked at this senior brother for a long time, and after a long time he said softly: "That's really good."
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with wanting to move up?
Jiang Ye didn't know either, so he just silently carried his green vegetables and Huaimin's two swords of sleeplessness, followed the crowd, and was submerged into the desert sand.
...
When the army that crossed the swamp after thirteen Dayi's bows opened the north-south passage appeared in Huangliang territory, no one knew what the people in the false capital who heard such news thought. of.
But on the day when the northern army came, people saw Mr. Zuo Shi hanging on the streets of Falun Dafa like a lantern that had decayed over the years.
As for such a young man, Jing Jing, he knelt there in silence.
Soon after, he was detained by the young minister of Dali Temple who followed the army. That afternoon, he was executed outside the palace gate for the crime of regicide.
Not only that, officials of all sizes involved in the second False Capital Incident were quickly convicted and executed by Dali Temple on that day.
The short-lived Chu State was destroyed again.
Huang Liang returned to the Jiusi Emperor's government.
The people of Huangliang, who had been peaceful for thousands of years, finally remembered when all this happened very quickly. The land in the north was far more powerful than the south, so sometimes they would not talk to them much. .
Are those stories generous, passionate, and full of loyalty to the land that gave birth to them?
These are things that there is no need to delve into and reason about.
Of course there is only one Dafeng Dynasty in the world.
This sentence was said by the old Jing Zhaoyin who had already retired and returned to his hometown when he was standing on the streets of Fake Capital.
During the Huangliang coup, such an old man had already rushed back to the false capital.
Even the corpse of Liuyun Sword Cultivator was buried on the side of the divine capital with the help of this old man, far away from the land of divine light where Yao Ji stood in the green mountains of the world. shine.
The story of Huang Liang may indeed be just the story of Han Cicada.
Or maybe it's more than that.
But it’s finally over.
After the goddess passed away, the northern demon clan came across the sea, and Xuansheyuan was buried in Shanyue City.
This land has to rely on the north to survive such an approaching winter.
Old Jing Zhaoyin still holds the position of Jing Zhaoyin.
In the story of the false capital being the companion capital, the importance of Jing Zhaoyin naturally far exceeds that of the people of Jiu Si.
The old man stood at the top of Qiufeng City that day, watching silently as the army crossed Huaidu and turned towards Cong Ranjianyuan, east of Huangliang.
Someone stood not far away, looking at the old man in amazement and saying, "Has Master Jing Zhaoyin already guessed such a result?"
The aging old man stood in the autumn wind holding an umbrella, silently looking back at the people in the fake capital. This scene probably resembles a story from one thousand and three years ago.
The old man did not answer such a question.
After looking at it for a long time, he turned back and squinted his eyes, looking at the increasingly blurry and turbid world.
You are already so old, so why should you be greedy for anything?
It's just Huang Liang's story, someone has to clean up the mess.
When he retired from old age, Mr. Jing Zhaoyin was naturally more sincere than anyone else.
After all, who would have thought that Han Chan would die in the false capital?
The old man looked at it sadly for a long time, then left the city alone with an umbrella, under the Qiu Mountain outside the false capital.
Han Chan's tomb is not very far away.
It's just that the old man still walked for a long time before finally appearing at such an extremely quiet graveside at the foot of the mountain.
After looking at it for a long time, the boss said softly: "I don't know if the 20,000 yuan that Xuansheyuan owes you has been paid back."
The boss really doesn't know whether such a thing will have a result.
He didn't care about the direction of Huangliang, but he was very sorry that such a sword cultivator died in this southern land.
As for Liu Sanyue.
That Taoist probably didn't even leave any bone meal behind.
Even though Han Chan's sword was intended to cut off the remaining divine power in Liu Sanyue's divine sea.
After all, this Taoist was only in the ninth realm at the moment when the sword approached.
Of course it was impossible for him to withstand Si Li Zhi Xiu's sword that burned the sea of gods.
The old man stood silently in front of the tomb for a long time, then turned to look at the divine city where divine light still overflowed.
The Taichi Spring Festival is only at the beginning of this year.
But it seems to be very far away.
As far away as a piece of unreal history.
The old man sighed and walked along the way he came.
...
Qi Jingyuan was actually very lucky. Fortunately, such a sword abyss was indeed difficult to overcome.
Otherwise, their defeat would be even faster.
Although those monsters who came across the sea were just called the White Deer Monsters.
But in fact, these monsters include the big monsters in many towns in the south.
When the Shanyue Fire was ignited, many demon clans in the south flocked to such a city on the seaside plain under certain deliberate trends.
These demon clans once made the entire south panic, and they were in a dilemma.
Even though Sword Abyss is the home of sword power cultivators, it only suppresses those sword intent cultivators. For the many demon clans who have not cultivated swords, it actually does not have much effect.
Later, Hanchan, despite everyone's objections, transferred Wu Jia back from the north and filled it in Cong Ran's battlefield. This move indeed greatly relieved the pressure Jian Yuan faced.
But with Yao Ji leaving, those magical armors of Wu Jia Pi Mu also began to lose their due power.
Of course, the land of ritual gods can possess extremely powerful power with the return of gods and ghosts.
However, after the gods and ghosts leave again, they will fall into an extremely embarrassing and weak state.
This sword cultivator, who already looked like a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, was sitting on the rock beside the sword abyss, leaning on his sword and panting with blood all over his body.
In front of him, there was such a place, a long and narrow valley like a ravine left by a sword from heaven and earth.
In the past thousand years, Jianyuan has been extremely peaceful.
Even the Battle of Jianguo in Dafeng Dynasty did not bring the flames of war to this place.
This is why such a land of abyss, which should have been sparsely populated, has grown into an extremely large place of cultivation.
Both sides of the cliff of Jianyuan are full of buildings built by sword cultivators, either on the top of the mountain or on the valley wall.
Qi Jingyuan still remembers when he was young, accompanying his father to visit this land of yellow beam sword cultivation for the first time.
That was many years ago.
At that time, Qi Jingyuan held Qi Jinyuan's hand, followed the figure of the man who looked very tall at that time, passed through the bright lights, and stood on the side of Jianyuan.
Qi Jingyuan squinted his eyes and recalled the scene at that time.
It should look like a long river filled with river lanterns.
Or, it's the picture of a line of mountain flowers blooming in full swing in the spring.
That was the first time I was amazed when I saw the lights of Jian Abyss blooming in this extremely long and narrow abyss valley that night.
At that moment, Qi Jingyuan truly believed that there had been gods in the world.
But that is not the ghost of Huangliang.
It is a more distant existence.
Although he later learned that the sword cultivators in Jianyuan came from all directions and were not native residents of such a land of abyss, he still felt that they were very much like the people of some ancient gods. Stay here, offer the lights of the world like flowers, and stick to some beliefs that have not changed for thousands of years.
Imagination is of course a beautiful and grand thing.
When Qi Jingyuan came back from his reverie, Qi Jinyuan, who looked younger, walked over with his sword in his arms and threw a bottle of wine into his arms.
Qi Jingyuan stood up with his sword in hand, and stood on the side of the sword abyss with Qi Jinyuan, overlooking such a shocking long and narrow valley.
This scene is actually very similar to the scene many years ago.
It's just that those mountain flowers and river lanterns have been covered with demon blood, and they are broken and silent. The man who brought them to see Jian Yuan has also died of old age.
Under the abyss, even Jian Yuan sword cultivators are not allowed to go deep into the deepest place. For thousands of years, only Mo Jian Ya Qingyi has ever gone in to see it.
But what exactly is there, that silent man sitting on a high cliff, has never been told to the world.
So it became a long-lasting secret that cannot be pried into.
The two people standing in the twilight of the sword abyss look young, but their swords are extremely sharp. Even if the blood energy is coming, they may avoid them.
Death Sword Technique.
Qi Jingyuan stood there drinking wine calmly.
Qi Jinyuan looked back at the south and said calmly: "Huaian's army will be able to reach Cong Ran by the end of the month."
Qi Jingyuan just nodded slightly and seemed to sigh a little.
Qi Jinyuan looked at his brother and understood something. He turned back and said slowly: "Are you still feeling sorry for Han Chan?"
Qi Jingyuan said calmly: "Why not? Such a Liuyun sword cultivator, after all, I was actually the one who brought him into this story."
"When I was in Minghefang, if I hadn't asked him to help me rescue Liu Chunfeng, he probably wouldn't have been trapped in the quagmire of Huang Liang."
"It's a pity that not only him, but also us were also deceived by those in Fake Capital."
The sword cultivator, who looked like a young boy, had some anger in his expression.
"They don't care about the human world. They just feel hesitant when faced with the return of gods and ghosts to the human world, so we regard those struggles as a kind of loyalty to the world."
Qi Jingyuan's voice was cold.
This is not surprising.
Just like what Qi Jinyuan and Fang Zhiqiu said back then.
The reason why the people of Jianyuan are willing to participate in the story of entering the false capital is not that they are standing on the same river.
It's just that they think gods and ghosts are not real gods.
It is difficult for these sword cultivators, who are guarding the sword abyss against the stone, to try to break free from the strong wind with the power of yellow beams like them.
They are also swordsmen.
Naturally, we understand how different the heights of the two sides of Daze are.
If Huaian itself hadn't fallen into the chaos brought about by Chapter Nineteen.
Perhaps the noise caused by Huangliang Daze will subside faster than anyone thinks.
Qi Jinyuan didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, facing the evening breeze, but also coughing a little.
Different from his young appearance, the sound he coughed out was very shrill and muddy, like a sword that was so sharp that a hole was cut in the scabbard, making the sound hoarse.
Qi Jingyuan turned his head silently and looked at Qi Jinyuan for a long time.
"How many more times can you draw your sword?"
Qi Jinyuan, who originally looked calm, laughed after hearing his brother's question, raised his hand and touched his head, and said happily: "Once."
Qi Jingyuan was silent there, and after a long time, he said softly: "I have two more times."
Qi Jinyuan was not surprised.
The two of them are already a little too young.
A little further down, you can probably only hold the wooden sword that chopped down the rape flowers on the ground.
This boy, who was younger than Qi Jingyuan, stood facing the abyss holding a sword that was almost taller than his own.
Probably like his name.
This sword cultivator is now very close to Jian Yuan.
But in fact, their names have nothing to do with Jian Yuan.
It was their father's warning about the Death Sword Art.
The matter of drawing a sword is like linyuan.
Pull it out and you'll get closer.
Respect those who are near.
This sword technique is just like its name.
It is a sword for death.
Qi Jinyuan's body was no longer strong enough to serve as a scabbard to withstand drawing the sword again.
Even if a certain swordsman from Qingshan Zhaoshui comes from Huai'an, when he sees this young man's sword skills, he must be amazed by his good swordsmanship.
So after Qi Jinyuan said such words, he threw his sword into the Jianyuan - Jianyuan Sword Cultivator had thrown countless swords into it for thousands of years.
The swordsman who looked like a young boy stretched out his hand to Qi Jingyuan, who handed him the wine bottle and looked at his brother with a complicated expression.
The sword cultivator who abandoned his sword took a big sip of wine and sat down calmly on the side of the sword abyss. He looked at the smoke that briefly subsided in the distance. The demon tribe was resting east of the sword abyss.
This is a rare peace.
Perhaps also the final peace.
Qi Jinyuan drank all the wine and threw the wine bottle down, rolling on the cliff of the abyss valley, covered in blood, like a big head.
"Before the arrival of Huai'an reinforcements."
Qi Jinyuan looked back at his brother.
"You still have three swords."
