Fu Canglu

Chapter 467
Hidden sword at the bottom of the mountain.

An old man with withered hair, if he only looks at his appearance, his eyes are deeply sunken, his skin looks haggard, his lips are bloodless, and if his fingers are not trembling, he is no different from a dead person.

But he lived a long time.

Before the Spring and Autumn Period, most of those great practitioners came all the way after the collapse of the Great Chu.

Among these people, Wei Qi ranks the youngest in seniority, and he can be regarded as a rising star among these great practitioners.

He and Wei Qi are old acquaintances.

If it is really calculated in terms of realm, his realm is not high, he just broke through the ninth rank, and has been "dead" at the foot of Hidden Sword Mountain for many years.

But in his body, there is a sword bone.

He is a sword cultivator, and even a sword fairy.

Even though the flesh and blood have withered, the sword bone is still alive, as if it has not been eroded by the years, and has retained the most prosperous state.

If the old man is over a hundred years old, the sword bone looks like he is 20 years old.

People are old, bones are new.

The old man raised his eyelids slightly, thoughtfully.

Wei Qi's voice came from the top of the mountain.

"Zhao Chunfeng."

The chess master's voice was calm and tepid: "You can continue to pretend to be dead, pretend not to see that bone, and let that sword-bone kid just die under the catastrophe."

Zhao Chunfeng turned a deaf ear to it, and still kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart.

Wei Qi laughed in a low voice: "Seventy-nine Heavenly Tribulation, has almost caught up with the movement of the one who broke the realm back then. Such an embryo will be a person who suppressed the robbery by himself in the future. What your master did back then Wrong thing, if you can’t repay the debt, someone else must pay it, isn’t that the reason?”

Zhao Chunfeng raised his head.

The chains in the quiet room were rushing and flowing, but they couldn't restrain the old man's movement of raising his arms. He just stretched out his hand slightly, and the snow-white sword bone slipped into his palm, and he grabbed it the next moment.

The old man stared blankly at the sword bone.

this bone.

The sword energy is rough.

His lips moved slightly.

On the old and exhausted face, two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down silently.

On the top of the mountain, Miss Shen Mo slowly closed her eyes.

She frowned, and said with some uncertainty: "That senior seems to be holding the sword bone?"

Wei Qi lowered his brows and eyes, grinned, shook his head and cursed: "It's true that they say the disaster will last for a thousand years."

Shen Mo pursed his lips slightly.

She opened her eyes, and saw the gaze cast by Master Chess Master on her.

She knew that it was time for her to say a few words for Chang Ge to the "Sword Immortal" senior at the bottom of the mountain.

She opened her mouth, hesitated to speak.

I really don't know what to say.

You shouldn't speak easily.

So Shen Mo just froze in place, his mind went blank, the more he thought about it, the more empty he became.

She raised her head and saw the continuous thunder in the distance, which was scarlet. She saw that her husband had been led to a height of several tens of feet above the ground, and then went up, and the thunder came down.

The little bat demon on Bachi Mountain burst into tears.

"Please seniors"

"Save his life!"

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

What time is this?

How long did you sleep by yourself?

Zhao Chunfeng opened his eyes, and saw the withered white hair floating in front of his eyes, and the light ignited by the sword energy floating in the lampshade. The entire cave was too dark to see clearly.

Except for the yin and yang stone wall, there is nothing else.

After Zhao Chunfeng woke up, the quiet room was no longer as silent as before. The sound of the chains was like the tide, rising and falling.

He heard Wei Qi's voice.

His consciousness was a little erratic.

original
He is not dead yet.

He thought that if no one disturbed him, he would never have to open his eyes again.

The "yin" side depicted on the stone wall, since the day it was broken and could not be repaired, Zhao Chunfeng no longer had the meaning of living in this world.

The "thing" in Zhao Chunfeng's body was writhing restlessly.

The old man narrowed his eyes, and gradually regained consciousness.

I don't know what year and month, where and who.

Humbled.

can't remember.

Until he grasped the sword bone, he heard a cry from the monster woman above his head.

Take a hit.

"senior"

"Save him!"

save him?

Who is he?
Zhao Chunfeng's eyes had the first gleam of brilliance.

In his eyes, strands of emptiness flitted across. He raised his head, looked at the Yin-Yang stone wall, looked directly through the mountain wall, and passed Hidden Sword Mountain in an instant, and came to the outside of the wilderness.

He saw the sickly man floating in the air.

He was dressed in blood, lost his sword bone, and lost his cultivation.

With a blank expression on his face, he stared at the condensed blood-red calamity cloud above the barren land.

Lips buzz.

It seems to be counting something, thinking about something.

One nine

twenty-nine
After seven blows, the old man actually smiled for the first time.

Seven or nine days of robbery.

How many years have passed, and finally someone was able to make the people above angrily denounce Heavenly Tribulation, and a total of 63 thunderstorms fell?
Still a swordsman.

The old man's smile froze suddenly.

He suddenly thought of a very important thing.

His gaze was no longer on the sword-bone heir who had already floated into the air, but he shuttled back and forth among the crowd below.

Then there was the most conspicuous white-clothed sword fairy among the crowd, with extremely strong cultivation and strong sword intent, he kept holding down his sword and refused to draw it out of its sheath.

That person's cultivation base is already very strong, even stronger than Dujie's sickly sword embryo, but he is not the "that person" he is looking for.

Zhao Chunfeng's face was a little anxious, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Xiguan, Qiliang, Northern Wei, all pass by, all are not.

Until Zhao Chunfeng saw the fiery red gauze, covering the white shoulders of Xi Yao.

This familiar figure made his eyes startled for a while, and he was obviously overjoyed, then moved forward, and sure enough, not far away, he saw the figure he wanted to see.

Right next to the sword fairy in white who had been ignored by him.

The young man in the black lotus coat.

The general trend has not been achieved, but the courage has begun to take shape.

On Zhao Chunfeng's withered cheeks, two lines of turbid tears slowly fell.

He waited so long.

For so long.

I would rather lock myself under the mountain, I would rather commit suicide under the mountain, I would rather bury myself under the mountain.

He also doesn't want to go out to the Central Plains where the Great Chu has already been destroyed.

Why is this mountain called Tibetan Sword Mountain?

Just because that man loves to hide swords.

Zhao Chunfeng never thought that in his lifetime, he would be able to admire that man's demeanor again.

He has that bone in him.

There was still boiling blood in his body.

Full of blood, turned into tears.

Zhao Chunfeng raised his head and shouted out two words generously.

The entire Hidden Sword Mountain began to shake.

Shen Mo's pupils shrank slightly.

She sensed the Hidden Sword Mountain under her feet, and the calmness only lasted for a moment.

At this moment, the sky shook suddenly.

Within the territory of the South China Sea, the ancient swords hidden in the Sword Tombs in the sword pools of the Seventeen Immortal Mountains could no longer be suppressed.

The sword energy is pouring like a flood, full, pouring into the sky, or cool as water, or hot like fire, all kinds of visions, accompanied by the tide of sword, rising from the seventeen mountains.

The Nanhai Chess Master laughed and raised his arms and sleeves, stopping his disciple's thoughts of recalling the ancient sword.

There is a man in Dachu, who walks with a tripod on his back, sings with high spirits, and sets foot on the nine heavens.

The ancestor of the Mu family was just a young swordsmith back then, accompanying that person and serving on the right side.

There was another young man surnamed Zhao, who had the honor to hold the sword for that man, served on his left side, climbed to the sky together, and witnessed the man planting the fluttering Chu character king flag.

At this moment, the rain of swords is overwhelming.

The sword energy that crashed into Cangjian Mountain was reversed with a bang, and there was a haggard old man, his blood burst through the hole, his hands, feet and feet were shattered, his face was full of tears, he laughed and leaned forward, smashing through the stone wall of the cave of Cangjian Mountain, his clothes flying, Step on the sword wave.

He grabbed a snow-white sword bone with his left hand, and pulled out another bloody bone from his chest with his right hand.

Regardless of the heart-piercing pain, he is full of vigor, with fluttering eyebrows and eyes, just like a teenager!
The high-pitched voice that had been prepared for a long time came out of his mouth, like Huang Zhong Dalu hitting the top of a mountain, and it lasted for a long time.

that sound

"Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)