White fish town, heavy snow.


    This battlefield, which was constructed by the friars and swordsmen of the three religions, never disturbed the common people from the beginning to the end.


    Under the arrangement of a group of monks of the three religions, these people did not know what happened in Baiyu town. If not, if they saw such shocking scenes, they would be scared to death at that time.


    To put it bluntly, there are two worlds.


    When Li changgu stepped on the stairs and came to Baiyu town from Luoyang City, there was one more swordsman who climbed the stairs in Baiyu town.


    Among these swordsmen who ascended the stairs, the first to disappear was not the others, but the couple Cao Jianqing.


    The grass gradually green has existed in this world for many years because it is nothing else but to have a look at Wei Chunzhi. Now, in order to have a more look at Wei Chunzhi, the remaining sword Qi is poured into the grass. After the grass is gradually green, it can not be said that he is a man climbing a building. The sword Qi of chaoqingqiu gives Wei Chunzhi half an hour to kill Wei Chunzhi Killing a man to climb the building, but this hour is fleeting, and soon Wei Chunzhi will disappear.


    He stood in the cloud with his sword in his hand, looking at GUI Jin, who was seriously injured, with a calm expression.


    Now Guijin''s manner is really miserable. One of her arms was cut off by Wei Chunzhi with a sharp sword. There were two deep bone wounds on her lower abdomen. If each one was further forward, she would be in more trouble.


    In fact, what she didn''t understand was not why she was cut off her arm by this man, nor why there were two wounds on her abdomen, but why Wei Chunzhi could still kill her with one sword, but why she stopped.


    Only those two not fatal wounds were left.


    In this war, he joined hands with the other one who went upstairs. As a result, Wei Chunzhi killed one person and seriously injured her. She was completely cut off by the cinnabar of her own life, which made her lose an arm.


    Wei Chunzhi''s figure began to fade. He stared at GUI Jin and said with a smile, "if you don''t go, you''ll die here."


    GUI Jin looked up at Wei Chunzhi, and knew that this man would soon disappear in the world. But even so, she had no doubt that if the swordsman wanted to climb the stairs, he would pierce her chest in a moment.


    She has now lost her fighting power. Whether it is better to stay here or to live by luck, she is doomed to have little or no influence on the future war situation. Perhaps because of this, Wei Chunzhi chose to let her go.


    GUI Jin had a complicated look, and her face had some inexplicable look. A moment later, she paid a salute to Wei Chunzhi, took a talisman and pasted it on her body. After a while, the white light came out and Guijin disappeared.


    Wei Chunzhi reached for the grass to grow green, and then gently said in his eyes, "there is still a quarter of an hour. What else do you want to see?"


    Grass gradually green, soft voice: "just want to see you, it is enough, nothing else."


    Wei Chunzhi, with a mellow smile, took her a few steps in the cloud and said with a light smile, "if you and I don''t practice swords, on the contrary, we are monks of the three religions. Maybe we will live a comfortable life."


    Cao Jianqing retorted, "it''s not interesting."


    Wei Chunzhi laughed. He looked up at the battlefields and said seriously: "I always feel that Wei Chunzhi''s talent in swordsmen of the same generation is not the first, and should be the second. Now, we can''t know the whole picture of the mountains and rivers, but now we can''t accompany you to fight together. Wei Chunzhi, take a step first."


    It''s not very loud, but it''s still spread all over white fish town.


    No one answered.


    Wei Chunzhi carried the grass gradually green, and said with a soft smile: "the last sword, Wei Chunzhi has made a fool of himself."


    Grass gradually green, looking at Wei Chunzhi, his face is full of smile.


    Zhou Qing cut open the opposite one and said with a bright smile, "brother Wei, just light your sword."


    Wei Chunzhi nodded, not much, just a sword.


    This is his last sword in the world.


    The sword light suddenly appeared in the cloud, dazzling to the extreme. With the sword handed out, Wei Chunzhi walked into the sword light with a smile.


    Grass gradually green followed him into the sword light, two people smile together to go to the netherworld.


    There is a voice in the cloud, "hate only hate, not born six thousand years ago."


    I''m afraid that''s what countless swordsmen are thinking about. If you were strong enough to walk into the sea six thousand years ago, no one would stop you. But nowadays, swordsmen want to get out of the second place. Apart from the limitation of talent, the most important reason is other reasons, such as the way of life.


    At the same time when Wei Chunzhi handed out the sword, there was a sound of sword ringing all over the town.


    One after another.


    There are swords.


    It''s also a farewell.


    However, countless friars looked ugly. After the war, five or six of the three religions had already died. However, one of the swordsmen on this side died in the battle. Moreover, he was just a swordsman who appeared in the world as an unorthodox way.


    No matter what the monks of the three religions thought of swordsmen before, one thing will be clear after today. That is, after today, the three religions will have an intuitive understanding of the fighting power of swordsmen.In this world, what is going on.


    What kind of existence is a swordsman.


    Wei chun to a sword across the clouds, to a certain mountain top, bombarded a monk who had not yet done so before.


    The monk who ascended the building looked up and saw that the majestic sword spirit brought by the dazzling sword light made his face pale. Wei Chunzhi''s sword was not easy to receive.


    If you don''t pay attention, you are seriously injured.


    If the luck is worse, I''m afraid that he will be killed on the spot.


    The majestic sword spirit comes from the clouds.


    Like a sword light.


    The monk who ascended the stairs had already offered his life''s magic weapons, and had put all the magic weapons in his hands in front of him, hoping to stop the sword. But in fact, when the momentum of the sword came to him, the monk suddenly realized that everything he thought was useless.


    The majestic sword spirit directly passes over several magic weapons, cuts them directly, and then comes to him and penetrates the body with a sword.


    What''s more, the monk who climbed the building was not simply pierced, but was smashed into countless trees and nailed into the stone wall by this majestic sword.


    The power of a sword is just that.


    But it''s not just that.


    A huge sound came out, which should have been a very delicate sword, but no one spoke.


    It was not until the light of the sword completely disappeared that Zhou Qing wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and then watched the two men climb the stairs in front of him.


    He looked calm.


    He is a real swordsman who has lived for a long time. However, in the past many years, the world has never known that there is a man named Zhou Qing, because this person practices sword because of a certain woman. Even if he has practiced to climb the building, his purpose is to protect the woman''s integrity. If not for the call of the sword of chaoqingqiu, the climbing sword would be called The scholar may also travel in the world, and that woman white head just.


    But when he knew he would come here, he was ready to die here.


    He didn''t think that he was worthy of the sword at his waist in the past years, but this time, he always felt sorry for the woman.


    But I Zhou Qing this life can be worthy of you, this time, should not be a big obstacle?


    In fact, he thought so, but in fact, he felt guilty.


    He clenched the handle in his hand, and his eyes were clear.


    The sword is famous in the world. What one hand grasps is also human.


    He watched as the two men ascended the stairs and calmly handed their swords.


    Zhou Qing''s sword, however, can also be cut to climb the stairs.


    The two ascended the tower and looked at each other, offering two magic weapons.


    Circulation Guanghua.


    The magnificent air jet suddenly hit Zhou Qing.


    There''s a bang on the top of the mountain.


    The whole mountain was shaking.


    Zhou Qing held up his sword, his arm was bleeding.


    He gave a sad smile.


    He didn''t want to die like this.


    Two ascended the stairs, one of them had died, and the other was not in a good condition. He looked at Zhou Qing and his eyes were full of fear.


    It''s very difficult for this kind of emotion to happen in the situation of climbing a building.


    But in fact, it happened in his eyes.


    Zhou Qing held up his sword and said, "another sword."


    ……


    ……


    On this side of white fish town, a few people who did not take part in the building are actually the real strength of the war.


    These people are either some hermit monks who ascend the building or the ancestors of some academies and Taoist temples with high seniority.


    These people, in those days, all of them were excellent and brilliant.


    Now I''m here for the same purpose.


    They used to be patient, but now they can''t help it any more.


    A tall old man with white hair walked out of a guest house, came to the street, looked at a place, and wanted to do something.


    In the distance, a majestic sword came suddenly.


    Thin Li changgu appeared not far in front of him. Looking at the old man, he said calmly, "changgu has seen Mr. Shuijing."


    Other people may not know about this old man, but he is also from the school. Li changgu is very clear. This water mirror is a monk who ascends a building in the Academy. He has no knowledge of his knowledge, but there is one thing. His accomplishments must be extremely high.


    His name has been repeatedly mentioned by many teachers in the school.


    Looking at Li changgu, Mr. Shuijing asked coldly, "as a disciple of our school, you can learn sword. Why do you still stand with them?"


    Li changgu tilted his head and said with a smile, "Mr. Shuijing, swordsmen are more real people."


    Li changgu is not one of those people who talks a lot of nonsense. After such a sentence, he stopped talking about it. He just pressed the handle of the bitter day sword and said earnestly, "Mr. Shuijing, maybe you will die under my sword."


    Although Li changgu has just set foot on the stairs, there are a lot of things that can''t be regarded with common sense. For example, Li changgu, now, is not at all inferior to Mr. Shuijing.He looked at Mr. mirror and pulled out his sword calmly.


    It seems that it is not Mr. Shui Jing who is going to cut the sword next.


    It''s about a hundred years ago.


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