I saw him only.

Take the lead and enter the enemy formation.

The silver-armored iron cavalry behind them surrounded the left and right, following closely behind, and inserted into the abdomen of the enemy's formation like an extremely huge sword.

The mighty general wearing a red battle robe was the tip of the sword. Wherever he went, the enemy generals were all dismissed.

Blood was flying all over the sky, and corpses were flowing everywhere. The enemy was defeated like a mountain and collapsed thousands of miles away.

From a distance, the dragon emblem battle flag of the character "Yuan" is swept across the sky, waving in the wind, and is majestic.

Suddenly!

Lens switching.

What appeared before Long Qingyun was a clear water and cold pond with beautiful mountains and rivers. The bamboos were lush and the grass was green. On the railing, he stood in white clothes on the pond.

Gao Da'angzang's back suddenly turned around and looked at Long Qingyun with a smile. His face was clear and energetic, and he was almost fortunate. There was a feeling of heroic ending between his eyebrows, but his eyes were extremely strong and majestic.

I saw him untied the sword in his waist. The sword had a delicate texture and shining golden light, just like the imitation of Zhanlu sword that Long Qingyun saw in the Mufu Sword Forging Site. However, this sword had a faint majestic and murderous aura. It seemed that this sword was Zhanlu sword.

Qingxu middle-aged man pointed in the air and stared at the front for a moment, as if he was looking at himself. Long Qingyun's heart was shaking and he looked up.

Qingxu's middle-aged man nodded slightly, as if reminding Long Qingyun: "Look!" Qing roared, swung the Zhanlu sword in his hand sharply, and recited:

"Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moon."

Long Qingyun suddenly felt his heart relaxed. The sword was open and concise, heroic and strong, which was quite consistent with Long Qingyun's temperament.

If Mo Tianyu's "Bibo Flowing Cloud Sword" changes ever-changing and has the momentum of stormy waves, Master Hongquan's "Breaking the Sky One Sword" has been transformed into simplification, and the three styles are the most powerful in the world.

Then the Qingyu middle-aged sword moves are as clumsy as they are, and they see thunder in silence. The moves are filled with the idea of ​​swordsmen, as if the sword and man have become one, reaching the point of unity of man and sword.

At this time, as the poems recited by Qingxu middle-aged man were passionate and loud, the sword intent also showed a burning majesty momentum.

Long Qingyun seemed to be in touch with the sword intent, and he unknowingly started to gesture with Qingxu middle-aged man.

Qingxu middle-aged man continued to recite: "Driving a long cart, stepping through the vanity of Helan Mountain. He ambitions to eat the meat of the barbarians, laughing at the thirst and drinking the blood of the Huns."

Suddenly, he rose up more than three feet high, and the sword tip turned into thousands of cold lights, covering the surroundings and stabbed the earth. Wherever the sword power went, he opened mountains and split stones. The bricks and stones on the ground were lifted by the sword energy, and a sound that shook the sky.

The sword suddenly turned, turned around and swung down unexpectedly, and muttered: "Wait until you start, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky."

Qingxu middle-aged man's robe floated and landed slowly, standing majestic opposite Long Qingyun, with green leaves falling down one after another.

Qingxu middle-aged man said with a solemn look on his face: "There is no constant force in the soldier, and the water is no constant form. The beauty of using it lies in one's heart. This is true for both using swords and using troops."

After saying that, he held the sword in his right hand and threw it back. Zhan Lu's sword drew an arc in the air and fell into the cold pond of clear water.

Qingxu's middle-aged man walked slowly towards Long Qingyun and said sternly: "Mo Xing's sword technique is completed. You can go to Zhuxian Town. Zhanlu has spirituality and stay with someone with a destiny."

Long Qingyun nodded repeatedly, just about to ask the other party's name.

The other party's awesome expression gradually became kind, and many wrinkles appeared on his face. Suddenly, an old man's face appeared in front of him.

Gradually, the old man's kind face turned into a mighty tiger head, but he looked at himself with an extremely kind and kind smile.

Long Qingyun was very surprised, rubbed his eyes and left, where was the tiger's head?

An extremely huge tiger rock came into view.

Under the rocks, the sound of the gurgling springs was clearly heard. The yellow oriole made a cheerful chirping sound from the trees beside them. Everyone pointed at the Hu Ben Stone, and they expressed their opinions and made noises.

The sound of spring water, the sound of birds, and the noise of the crowd came to my ears, and Long Qingyun came to his senses in a daze.

Qingxu's middle-aged man's move echoed in his mind, as if it was still in front of his eyes, extremely clear.

Long Qingyun's lips moved slightly, and he muttered a word: "Mo Xing's sword technique is completed, you can go to Zhuxian Town. Zhan Lu has spirituality and stay with someone with a destiny. What does this mean?"

"Hey, what kind of god are you sending?" Suddenly, someone patted Long Qingyun's arm and interrupted Long Qingyun's thoughts.

Long Qingyun turned his head and saw a pair of big watery eyes staring at him. It turned out to be Tuoba Xi, wearing a purple dress, a pretty face, and a handsome face, looking charming and charming.

Long Qingyun was stunned and said, "Hey, haven't you accompanied your brother up the mountain to find Zhanlu sword? Are there any gains?"

In fact, Tuoba Xi had already arrived at the Hu Ben Spring, but Long Qingyun was attracted by the Hu Ben Stone as soon as he arrived, and he did not find Tuoba Xi was close to him.

Tuoba Xi said coquettishly: "I have been here a long time ago, but I just saw you staring at the Hu Ben Shishi in a daze. I don't want to bother you. It is said that this Zhanlu sword is quite spiritual and can communicate with those who are destined to be."

Suddenly, the agile Mo Zhixuan appeared aside and replied in surprise: "I just stared at the huge tiger stone, as if I saw a young man in white practicing sword here, but he just glanced at him and disappeared." Mo Zhixuan stared at Long Qingyun with her eyes straight and joked: "Hi, Jiangxing, have you seen it?"

Long Qingyun was also surprised when he heard this: "Why did Mo Zhixuan see the sword-practicing person who was young, but he saw it as a clean and upright middle-aged man."

Tuoba Xi glanced at Mo Zhixuan, raised her eyebrows, and snorted in her nose, saying, "What's the point of boasting about this? I also saw the young man in white."

Long Qingyun was a little puzzled, why both of them saw young men in white and were about to ask.

At this time, Murong Xue stepped forward and said, "I also saw the young man in white flashing by, and he didn't see clearly what he looked like." After saying that, he looked at Long Qingyun affectionately, as if he wanted to hear his opinion.

Long Qingyun looked shocked and suddenly realized that there was a mystery in this matter. The three women saw the same young man in white, which meant that the Qingxu middle-aged man she saw must have a close relationship with the young man in white.

At this moment, Gongsun Mou and Linghu were coming over. After asking, they were exactly the same as what Tuoba Xi, Mo Zhixuan and Murong Xue said.

Linghu Zheng added: "I waited for a long time, but the young man in white never showed up again." After saying that, he sighed, his face full of disappointment.

Gongsun Mou sighed and said, "This Zhanlu sword is a top-level weapon. It knows loyal ministers, good generals, and has spirituality. It is naturally a spiritual connection with people with destiny. We are not destined to be, so it flies in a flash." Gongsun Mou is worthy of being a disciple of Tiangongyuan, and his views are naturally extraordinary.

Hearing this, Long Qingyun couldn't help looking around.

A group of heroes from the world sighed and sighed, and their words were mixed with words such as "young man in white", "sword practice", "disappearance". Among them were Yong Guangyu, Huangfu Yi, Mu Yezi and others.

What's strange is that Wanyan Hongjie, Tuoba Yu, Yelu Xiong, Tuoerjin and other four were staring at the Hu Ben Rock, as if there was nothing in the world that could disturb them.

Suddenly!

A group of people came from the valley.

The leader was a young man dressed in a scholar, wearing a white dress and a feather fan and a scarp. He was extremely elegant in character.

On the side is a middle-aged man with a grey robe with a gentle appearance.

His whole body exudes the aura of immortal spirit and Taoism.
Chapter completed!