Strongest Sword God System

The sky is like a scroll, the blood mist is floating, and the entire world is filled with a faint Blood Qi, which swings with the wind.

In the undulating forest, the peaks are like a sword-like sword pointing to the sky.

A huge waterfall is like a dragon lying on a cluster. It flows straight down and has a single hundred zhang.

Under the huge gap, the deafening sound of the rumble was heard in this world.

The terrifying impact is enough to smash the rock, and the rock below the waterfall is as smooth as a mirror.

Hey! White gas to all around the rock, and a faint silhouette can be seen sitting on it.

The breeze of the mountains smashed through the rocks and rolled up all around the diffuse white air.

It also scrolls the long hair of the thin silhouette, which is covered with a line-like side face. It is like a corner carved on a rock with a sharp knife, filled with the charm of a man.

This kind of charm is definitely not something that Liu Dong can have.

Hey! The waterfall flowing down the impact of this waterfall, this terrifying impact is enough to tear open any rock, and this thin silhouette is not moving, even a thin azure clothes are not contaminated with any moisture, it looks weird.

Qi Qingshan, named Qi Qingshan, only wears a thin azure clothes all the year round.

boom! boom! The sound of the thunder echoed in the mountains, and the azure clothes silhouette was like the mountains and rocks of the mountains.

Until the distant sky was full of sharp winds, Qi Qingshan slowly opened his eyes, and the deep scorpion was like the night sky of the ink, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

Qi Qingshan slowly got up, and the straight silhouette was like a sharp sword with the same handle, and he split the waterfall into two.

With one hand and a negative step, Qi Qingshan took a step forward without hesitation. The whole person appeared like a ghost in the severe zhang. There was a large mountain rock on the several zhang, with a white incense burner. And celadon teacups.

Picking up the celadon teacup, Qi Qingshan’s fingers gently twirled the tea, lazy: “How is the progress?”

“Under the deliberate sect disciple of the world, I am afraid that no one in the entire Blood Refining Space will know the existence of Ancient Sword Tomb!”

“In just a few days, the elite disciple of each sect came to Sword Tomb Peaks!”

“Dao Sansheng of Blade and Sword Pavillion and Meng Lingyun of Grave Dream Pavillion also appeared in Sword Tomb Peaks!”

A hoarse voice like an old man rises under the waterfall, and a ghostlike silhouette whispers and appears behind Qi Qingshan.

The man was covered in loose black clothed, and he couldn’t see his face. He could only see the pair of snake-like eyes, cold and piercing.

“Langya Sect, Blade and Sword Pavillion, Grave Dream Pavillion, Hundred Ruler Sect, Heaven’s Edge Pavillion!” Qi Qingshan slightly picks the corner of the mouth, and his face doesn’t have too many strange colors: “No one can resist these temptations, Even Dao Sansheng and Meng Lingyun can’t stop it!”

Picking up the teacup, Qi Qingshan took a sip, and the deep eyes fell far away in the clouds. In the middle of the peak, a majestic Jianfeng, like a giant sword, wants to break through this bloody sky, though Far from it, it gives people an inexplicable sense of opression.

It seems that this Jianfeng is not a mountain, but a fierce sword in the world.

“Now there is only the discipline of Hundred Ruler Sect!” Under the black robe, the black robe’s young viper-like scorpion flashed a chill.

“They will come!” Qi Qingshan is light and windy, and there is a fascination between the eyebrows. At this moment, he looks like a scholarly scholar, and there is no martial artist.

Paused, Qi Qingshan seems to think of something: “How many people in the Suzong’s discipline have arrived at Sword Tomb Peaks?”

“Langya sect disciple has 764 people, and there are 435 people in their own team!” The black robe youth did not think about it.

“Nalan Zi that little girl?” Qi Qingshan brows slightly wrinkle, the sharp face looks extremely handsome.

“Not yet!” The black robe youth has a deep look at Qi Qingshan, and he wants to stop.

“If you want to say something, just say, this is not like the temper of your Du Ya!” Qi Qingshan gently shakes the delicate celadon teacup in his hand, lightly said with a smile.

“I don’t understand, why do you treat Nalan Zi so much, I know that your temper will never like the woman of Nalan Zi!” black robe The youthful cold scorpion is rarely a fanatical color: “The outer sect is too small, not your stage. If it weren’t for this Sword Tomb Peaks, maybe last year, you and I went into inner sect!”

“You also said that the outer sect is too small, it is not your stage!” Qi Qingshan said in a long tone: “inner sect is your stage, Nalan Zi’s father is elder!”

“Only this identity, Nalan Zi is enough for me to pay attention!” Randomly shrugged, Qi Qingshan turned and met the black robe youth’s gaze, “Occasionally satisfying the little girl’s unreasonable request is also a matter of doing things, is it not? Trouble!”

“Right, there is another interesting thing!” The black clothed youth’s tone suddenly became a little cheerful, and there was a hint of drama in his eyes.

“What?” Qi Qingshan grinned.

“Liu Dong, the dog scorpion is looking for us!” The black clothed youth discourse is more and more popular.

“Liu Dong?” Qi Qingshan was puzzled, and immediately thought of who Liu Dong was: “This fellow is not leading hundreds of Zongai disciplines, how to find us?”

“Although I don’t know what happened, Liu Dong’s team has been completely destroyed.” The black clothed youth couldn’t help but smile: “Now, he wants to join our team!”

“Oh, fun!” Qi Qingshan’s sharp face climbed slowly and disdained: “My Qi Qingshan team, not all waste can join! Blood Refining Space has been open for several months, now survivors still There are more than 4,000, only a hundred of these people can get out of the Blood Refining Space, Du Ya, you are ready, there are too many 435 people!” At the end, Qi Qingshan’s voice became a bit cold. There is a little bit of coldness: “Sometimes, the necessary sacrifice is still necessary!”

“I know what to do, don’t bother you cultivation!” The black clothed youth silhouette is like a python, and the half-ring disappears between the mountains.

“Qin Wumo, this is a game. Who will you and me win in this game?” The delicate teacup in the hands of Qi Qingshan was broken, he slowly looked up and fell with a little anticipation. On a mountain just after the Jianfeng of Qianzhang, his gaze seemed to break open the void, and saw a straight and straight silhouette on the peak of the straight sword.

The vast sea of ​​clouds, the peaks are like a lonely boat in the sea of ​​clouds, and the raised peaks are like the reefs in the coast.

A tall and straight, like a mountain-like silhouette standing on the top of Baizhang Mountain Peak, its gaze is looking up at the huge peaks like the giants in front of the eyes, with a little tiredness between the eyebrows.

Qin Wumo, Heaven’s Edge Pavillion is known as the outer sect genius.

The ink-like martial clothes are more straightforward in his figure. In the right hand of Qin Wumo, an ink pen is held tightly. The ink pen is slender and straight like a sword.

“Brother Mo, Langya Sect 763 disciple, Grave Dream Pavillion 536 disciple, Blade and Sword Pavillion 847 people have gathered at Sword Tomb Peaks all around !” Several Heaven’s The Edge Pavillion disciple stood behind Qin Wumo carefully and looked respectfully.

“Today, perhaps all the survivors in the Blood Refining Space will appear, oh, more than 4,000 people, these blood is enough!” Qin Wumo chuckled, the exhaustion of the eyebrows scattered at this time, Even a little excitement.

“Qi Qingshan seems to have seen some clues!” A cheek-scarred discipline is somewhat worriedly said.

“If this is not the case, Qi Qingshan can let me publicize the news of sword tomb!” Qin Wumo waved his hand, but there was a confidence and overbearing between the words: “He Qi Qingshan has been plotting this sword tomb for a long time, even giving up into inner The chance of sect, I, Qin Wumo is not the same. Hey! The inheritance of this sword tomb is destined to be Qin Wumo, who can’t take it away!” A violent aura in the Qin Wumo within the body, faint A little True Qi can see a little circulation on his skin.

Qi Condensation ! Heaven’s Edge Pavillion disciple, standing behind Qin Wumo, clasped his fists, his eyes and excitement, and even the previously-discussed discipline, carefully said: “Brother Mo, have you entered the Qi Condensation Realm?”

“Half-Step Qi Condensation!” Qin Wumo indifferently said, corner of the mouth, picking up some unpredictable arrogance…

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