The three-foot green blade was in front of his throat. Although it did not hurt his skin, Zuo Qingxuan could still feel the slightest sting.
"Tell me, what is the purpose of your Qingyuan Immortal Kingdom killing the strongest generation in various places in the Immortal Realm." Lu Jiuzhou's white clothes were stained with blood. Although he was no longer as elegant as an immortal, it had a more chilling beauty.
"There is no purpose, we are just researching and exploring the truth of things." Zuo Qingxuan said calmly.
"Research? The truth?" Lu Jiuzhou frowned and looked at the calm-looking Zuo Qingxuan. He was confused and could only continue to say coldly: "Have you betrayed the Immortal Realm and acted as the pawns of the demons? They clear the way?”
"Monster? Ha." But this time, Zuo Qingxuan showed a disdainful chuckle and asked: "Jiuzhou, since you have received the inheritance of the Immortal Stele Sect, you should be quite sensitive to the scent of monsters. I am No, can't you sense it at such a close distance?" Hearing this, Lu Jiuzhou's cold and handsome face showed no expression at all. It wasn't until a few breaths later that his hand holding the sword moved forward, and the tip of the sword One point closer to Zuo Qingxuan.
The official questions have been asked, and now comes the private matters that have been lingering in his heart for many years.
"What caused the civil strife in Tianqing Sea a hundred years ago? What role did you play in it? Are the deaths of Gu Cheng, Shark, and Yu Heng... related to you?" Lu Jiuzhou said loudly. This question has already been answered. It has been buried in his heart for hundreds of years.
"Well..." Zuo Qingxuan's eyes flashed slightly, and his voice was drawn out for a long time. He didn't know whether he was remembering or thinking about how to answer the other party.
"You should ask him this question, not me." Finally, Zuo Qingxuan smiled, raised his chin, and motioned Lu Jiuzhou to look behind him.
"Jiu...Jiuzhou..." After Zuo Qingxuan finished speaking, an extremely weak voice suddenly came from behind Lu Jiuzhou. He subconsciously turned around and saw Duan Mutian, who was supposed to be dead, punching the ground with the black dragon sword and trembling. Stand up!
"Mu Tian?!" Lu Jiuzhou was shocked, his eyes widened, his heart fluctuated rapidly, and even the sword in his hand became a little unstable for a moment.
And just when he was distracted, Zuo Qingxuan, who was under the Kusanagi sword, immediately seized the opportunity and made a seal with one hand. His whole body suddenly turned into green light and disintegrated, and then condensed above Lu Jiuzhou in the next moment, with a look on his face. With an evil smile, he held up the blade contained in the folding fan and stabbed it hard.
Crack! The golden sound sounded, and Lu Jiuzhou's expression turned cold. He immediately came back to his senses and reacted. He stepped back lightly on one foot, avoiding the attack. At the same time, he danced the green edge in his hand, and the sword intention turned around. The situation changed, and he directly slashed out several sword energy. He forced Zuo Qingxuan away, then kicked off his back foot, intending to attack forward again.
"Jiuzhou get out of the way! I'm here to kill him!" At this moment, Duan Mutian's angry voice came from the side and behind. Lu Jiuzhou glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Duan Mutian holding the black dragon sword dragging his body into a line. Black light, approaching rapidly.
Lu Jiuzhou was speechless, his bright eyes staring at the trembling black dragon sword. Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and a glance lasted for thousands of years.
"Okay! I'll leave it to you!" In the end, in the flash of lightning, Lu Jiuzhou chose to give in, and made a graceful half-turn to get out of the way, so that Duan Mutian could deal with the seriously injured scholar in Tsing Yi.
The two passed each other. Lu Jiuzhou was also staring at the resurrected Duan Mutian at this time, and finally received feedback from his perception. The man in front of him had a real soul and sea of consciousness in his body. He was not an illusion created by blindness, nor was it used by Zuo Qingxuan. The walking dead controlled by magic.
His heart relaxed a little. Until the moment when the two of them were about to become separated. The corners of Duan Mutian's originally angry mouth suddenly curled up.
Lu Jiuzhou's heart condensed. The next moment. Clang! The Gubo Black Dragon Sword swept across, and the black light was like a dragon, roaring all over the world. Under the dragon's roar, Lu Jiuzhou's head flew high, and the scene in front of him quickly reversed. He saw that his body was still frozen in place, and he looked at When the red liquid splashed out, it was his own blood, and it quickly turned from hot to cold.
Boom... After a breath, the head fell to the ground with a soft sound, and the body that was decapitated also lost its strength and slowly fell down.
"How...is it possible..." Lu Jiuzhou opened his mouth with difficulty and uttered a silent question. The picture in front of him quickly became gray and blurred.
This sudden sword cut off Lu Jiuzhou's vitality, cut off the connection between the physical body and the soul body, sealed all his escape routes, and made it impossible for the physical body to recover. At this moment, he could only act like a mortal, slowly walking towards die.
At the last moment of his life, he vaguely saw Duan Mutian holding a black dragon sword smiling at him. But that confident and calm smile did not look like the heroic Duan Mutian.
He was exactly the same as the scholar in Tsing Yi who stood up again next to him. Lu Jiuzhou seemed to understand, but unfortunately, it was too late.
The next second, this graceful and graceful swordsman closed his eyes forever. Time froze, space stagnated, Zuo Qingxuan and the people beside him
"Duan Mutian" did not make any movements for the time being. He stood quietly like that, looking down at the very familiar head below. He didn't know whether he was rejoicing for his victory after a Jedi comeback, or for this sword who was once a friend and comrade-in-arms. Xiu felt sad.
Until a few minutes later,
"Duan Mutian" shook slightly, and a figure as transparent as a soul walked out of his body. It was none other than Zuo Qingxuan!
And as he left the body, Duan Mutian fell down weakly again, turning back into the cold and stiff corpse, motionless.
This is the peerless secret method of Qingyuan Immortal Kingdom, the art of Yuanshen, supplemented by the gift from Xu Yue
"One Qi transforms three pure states." It can be said that Zuo Qingxuan's attainments in this Tao have reached the pinnacle, and few can compare with him.
It was precisely because of this technique that he was able to separate the soul and occupy Duan Mutian's body, confuse Lu Jiuzhou with the fake and the real, and succeed in the final blow, turning defeat into victory.
"Alas... Kyushu..." Zuo Qingxuan sighed, and his body and the illusory soul shook their heads and sighed at the same time. The steps were exactly the same, and there seemed to be no difference.
Then, the soul stepped back into the body, and Zuo Qingxuan's expression returned to normal. He walked to Duan Mutian's body, squatted down and picked up the shining black dragon sword.
"What a good sword..." Zuo Qingxuan whispered, and skillfully put away the Black Dragon Sword without any unfamiliarity in his movements.
Because, this sword has actually been by his side all these years. Five years ago, during the Battle of Dishan, Duan Mutian tried his best to prove that he was not inferior to Xu Yue, and took the initiative to use the Black Dragon Sword as a medium to absorb the demon's breath.
Later, when he woke up, Duan Mutian discovered that the Black Dragon Sword had been contaminated by the demon's breath, so he handed it over to Zuo Qingxuan and asked him to purify the Black Dragon Sword using the famous purification method of Qingyuan Immortal Kingdom.
But after that, although Duan Mutian asked about the situation of the Black Dragon Sword several times, he was not in a hurry to get it back, and Zuo Qingxuan was happy to delay. After all, the demonic breath in the sword was a rare research sample.
The matter of returning the sword continued like this, until the Beihai incident happened, Duan Mutian was killed, and the Black Dragon Sword was still in Zuo Qingxuan's hand and had not been returned.
When Lu Jiuzhou first arrived here, he saw that the Black Dragon Sword was in Duan Mutian's hand. It was just a back-up move arranged by Zuo Qingxuan who entered the cave in advance.
"You were born for the sword, rose up because of the sword, and finally died under the sword. Jiuzhou, are you satisfied with the ending I arranged for you?" In the end, Zuo Qingxuan whispered slightly, and then stopped stopping and flicked his sleeves. , put away the bodies of Duan Mutian and Lu Jiuzhou, glanced at Gu Xingzhou's body in the center of the square, and turned around to leave.
If he is not the strongest generation, there is no need to take him away. The footsteps gradually faded away, and the originally damp and dark depths of the underground returned to the silence it deserved.
Only the ownerless Kusanagi sword was left, stuck on the ground, shaking slightly and making a sad sword sound.
There is also the desolate body in the distance in Junqu Pavilion, which only expresses grief.
