This Swordsman Is Too Steady

In the vast sea of ​​clouds, there is a long wind for tens of thousands of miles.

Yumen Pass.

Lin Yao took Lingyu, and her figure changed back to a beautiful woman in a ripple.

Xie Qingyun looked at Lin Yao with low eyebrows and nodded slightly.

Soon, he used his fingers to form a sword and swiped it lightly.

A strand of hair fell with the wind, suspended in front of Lin Yao.

Sword and Fairyland, no one else would want to hurt him half of his hair.

Therefore, I can only cut myself.

Lin Yao no longer hesitated, she stretched out her hand to grab the strand of hair.

“Next, the three of you must pay more attention and pay attention.” Xie Qingyun confessed to Xia Daoyun.

Sword Fairy, it’s not that good to disguise.

Therefore, the three peak masters Xia Daoyun, Yu Canghai and Xue Wushao are also needed to assist.

Xia Daoyun said coldly: “Don’t worry, the lord, there will be no mistakes in Yumen Pass.”

“We will guard Yumen Pass and wait for you to return in triumph.”

“Okay,” Xie Qingyun said with a smile: “I believe you.”

Immediately, he turned his head, looked at Lu Qingshan, and asked softly: “Have you decided?”

Lu Qingshan has been listening quietly, and when he sees the Sect Master clicked on himself, he raised his head and said, “I’m done.”

“Jianzong is going west, as a Shao Zong, I say nothing should be left behind.”

“If this Western Expedition is defeated, I will fall in the middle of my life, and you will be the hope of my Jianzong.” Xie Qingyun did not shy away from death, and said directly.

“You should stay in the Eastern Region and grow up slowly.”

“Sword Sect’s hope…” Lu Qingshan smashed the word and couldn’t help but smile: “You say that, I am under a lot of pressure.”

Xie Qingyun laughed. After a while, the laughter subsided. He quietly looked at Lu Qingshan and said, “When I was young, I was not as good as you.”

“Furthermore, the reason why I chose you as the Sword Sect Shao Zong, apart from your potential and performance, apart from Dao Yun’s esteem in every way, the most important reason is that I have never been able to see through you… even Qi Butian can’t. Through you.”

“You are unknown.”

“The unknown represents hope.”

“Am I unknown?” Lu Qingshan thought this statement was interesting, smiled, shook his head and said, “Whether I am hope or unknown, but I am a sword repairer first.”

He looked straight, and said solemnly: “My heart tells me where I am going.”

Xie Qingyun looked at Lu Qingshan and smiled and said, “Sword repair also cultivates the heart. The reason why our sword sect is in the world is not just the sword in our hands, but also the sword in our heart.”

“Since you have made up your mind, naturally I cannot break the sword in your heart.”

He paused, spread his hands, and continued to laugh: “Today, our old Sword Sect Master Xin Shaozong is going to the west together. After ten thousand generations, it might not be a good story.”

“It’s a great honor.” Lu Qingshan clasped his fist.

Xie Qingyun just said casually to ease the atmosphere and boost morale.

But the term often becomes a truth.

After a long time, the Human Race began to look back at history and found that no matter how it was circumvented, it would not be able to bypass the Sword Sect of the Eighth Year of Tianyuan and the Sovereign of the Sect.

That is like an anchor, set in the grand history of the human race.

“Since you are going to march west together, there is exactly one thing you need to solve.” Xie Qingyun said again.

“Our Jianzong’s decision to expedition to the west has been passed down.”

“No one of the Jianzong disciples in Yumen Pass objected, they asked for a fight, and they were all talking about it.”

“In the Sword Sect, those old Jianxiu and young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfaction, and they need someone in charge to appease them.” Xie Qingyun explained unhurriedly.

“I need to cooperate with Lin Yao to make the illusion of staying at Yumen Pass, it is not convenient to come forward.”

“Several peak masters are busy making the final pre-war preparations, temporarily unable to withdraw, and other people are not suitable for this task.”

“You are the Sword Sect Shao Zong, the Sword Sect Shao Zong recognized by all the Sword Sect disciples, it is reasonable to come forward as you.”

“You can go back to Jianzong.” Qingyun Jianxian confessed.

“Old Jianxiu and young disciples have many opinions and dissatisfaction?” Lu Qingshan frowned and couldn’t help asking, “What do they think?”

Xie Qingyun smiled inexplicably, and looked at Lu Qingshan with profound meaning, “You’ll know when you go back to Jianzong.”

“You are already a minor case, and there are some things you can decide for yourself.”

“In this Sword Sect incident, I don’t have any requirements for you. I won’t stop you from any decision you make, just let it go.”

This meant that he was gradually entrusting some matters of Jianzong to Lu Qingshan.

The old Sect Master, who has led Jianzong Wannian and carried Jianzong Wannian, is finally about to let go of something.

The words are over, Lu Qingshan looked at Xie Qingyun, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

“I see.” he said.

“Go.” The old master waved his hand.

Lu Qingshan was silent, bowed again with his fists, and turned away.

Xie Qingyun’s eyes flashed in an instant, and he looked at Lu Qingshan’s back from a distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Yao and Xia Daoyun also set their eyes on Lu Qingshan’s back, each thinking.

Lu Qingshan didn’t speak again, didn’t look back, and walked straight out of Qingyun Palace.

The moment he walked out of the palace gate, Qingyun Jianxian’s voice echoed throughout Yumen Gate.

“From this moment on, Lu Qingshan… is my Jianzong Shaozong, the only Shaozong.”

This sentence is like thunder, but in an instant, it spread all over Yumenguan.

At this moment, countless Yumenguan monks were shocked.

Lu Qingshan is valued by Qingyun Jianxian, and the fact that he bestows the position of Shao Zong is known to everyone in Yumen Pass.

But private appointment, and such a grand official announcement, are completely different things, in which the symbolic meaning is completely different.

For a time, even countless high-level monks’ consciousness and eyes gathered, and gathered outside Qingyun Palace.

The chaotic spirits that are enough to make people break down are squeezed together, squeezing toward Lu Qingshan like an overwhelming sky

Lu Qingshan just looked as usual, step by step, walking out without any interference, letting the attention of thousands of people, letting those divine consciousness condense.

Starting from today, he has truly become the Sword Sect Young Master.

…

The north wall of Longcheng Pass is facing a towering mountain called Xiantianling.

There are nine layers in the sky, one is Zhongtian, two is Xiantian, three is Congtian, four is Tiantian, five is Yutian, six is ​​Kuotian, seven is minus sky, eight is Shentian, and nine is full sky.

Xian Tianling is actually the double heaven.

Double Heaven, with a height of ten thousand feet, turbulent airflow, disordered spiritual energy, and increased mana consumption.

Therefore Xian Tianling is like a natural danger traversing here.

Passing Xiantianling, the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the Middle Spirit Realm are suddenly in front of you.

Today, the weather in Xiantianling is exceptionally good, with a clear sky.

A gust of breeze passed, and among the mountains, there was the sound of chirping insects and the sound of pine waves blowing in the breeze.

Outside Xian Tianling is a small city, built on the mountain, named Tianling City.

To rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, to rely on the sea to eat the sea.

As before, there are many young monks or casual cultivators, leaving Tianling City in a good time to go to Xiantianling, trying to pick up some elixir in the mountains in exchange for cultivation resources.

Zhang Tie is one of them.

It’s just that, he thinks Xian Tianling today looks very strange.

Where is the weirdness?

He couldn’t tell for a while.

I don’t think if I can’t figure it out.

The mind of the little man is very simple.

So, he continued up the mountain.

Envy Tianling is very high, he is not cultivated enough, it is impossible to reach the top.

But the foot of the mountain has already been dug three feet by the nearby monks. It is very difficult to find a decent elixir.

Therefore, he can only go halfway up the mountain.

That is also nearly five thousand feet high, which is not a simple matter for him, fortunately, he has practiced a good escape technique.

——It’s not for this escape technique, and he won’t eat this bite of rice anymore.

Just found a good location, ready to start work, Zhang Tie suddenly felt his eyes sway, and the woods that had been paved by sunlight were suddenly shrouded in shadows.

He raised his head subconsciously.

In the dappled early sunlight, Zhang Tie saw dense and boundless figures.

Those figures are not actually human beings.

They look different, they are extremely cruel and ferocious, and they are surrounded by soaring demonic energy, like locusts, coming over the sky and the earth.

is not a plague of locusts, it is a plague of demons.

At this moment, Zhang Tie finally realized where the weirdness was.

is too quiet.

The roar of monsters and beasts in Xian Tianling in the past has never been heard from beginning to end today.

The tide-like demonic cultivator flew towards the middle spirit realm.

As for Zhang Tie, he was submerged without any room for resistance, turned into a cloud of blood and exploded.

The Middle Spirit Realm is about to perish.

It seems that no one, anything, can prevent this from happening.

…

At this time, Lu Qingshan had already returned to Jianzong single-handedly.

Above the vast snowfields, the inverted mountains are extremely magnificent, like a strong dragon lying here.

The seven ten thousand giant mountains, like the seven sword bones on the back of the Canglong, pierced through the sky.

Lu Qingshan didn’t know what was happening in Jianzong at this time, but Xie Qingyun handed it over to him, so he returned.

He is back, and the matter here should calm down.

Qingfeng is the peak of Lu Qingshan.

But his familiarity with Qingfeng is not even as good as Master Xia Daoyun’s Jianlaifeng.

It was a very short, very short period of time that could even be called a trivial time because it was not until he was promoted to the Peak of Refining Void.

Sword Sect is the most united sect in the eyes of the world, and there has been almost no dispute within the sect.

This is because the source of disputes is often a conflict of interest.

Jianzong Jianxiu, but there is only a sword in his eyes.

The strength of Sword Sect is that Sword Sect Sword Repair never lacks resources.

So there is nowhere to fight.

Jianzong Jianxiu is the most powerful sword repair in the world.

Powerful sword repairs are often similar in some places.

The Tao is different and does not seek each other, the Tao is in harmony with its pleasure.

So it complements each other.

In that case, what are the different sounds inside the sword sect this time?

Lu Qingshan is also unknown.

But I will know soon.

He entered Qingfeng grandiosely, announcing his return to the sword repairmen in the sword sect at this moment.

Among the green peaks.

His two young apprentices Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu are practicing swords.

The two blushed and were very serious, so they didn’t notice the arrival of their master.

Lu Qingshan didn’t bother them loudly either, just standing in the air, waiting quietly, as if waiting for something.

He knows the horror of the demons better than anyone, so he has been growing continuously over the years.

He thought he still had a lot of time, but he didn’t expect that the battle of the middle spirit realm broke out so suddenly, and the pressure like a mountain came to his shoulders in advance.

swish swish!

everywhere in the sword sect, a ray of sword light of various colors rose to the sky and gathered towards the green peaks.

The sword light is reflected by the almost white misty air, exuding colorful enthusiasm, which is extremely beautiful.

is like a thousand rainbows converging at one point.

The sword repairmen in the sword sect rushed towards Qingfeng like a tide.

The sky is full of sword light.

At this time, the two young disciples who were serious in sword practice were finally surprised by the whistling sword sound.

They looked up, and then they saw Lu Qingshan.

The two were shocked, and then they were overjoyed. They were about to shout something, but the words squeezed to their throats stopped abruptly.

Because a sword light had already stopped in front of Lu Qingshan, revealing its figure.

The two little girls recognized at a glance that it was Uncle Xixiang, the first Jianzong Jianxiu they saw when they entered the Jianzong.

Although they are young, they are very clever. They immediately noticed that something big was happening when they saw the sight, so they didn’t dare to speak anymore.

Xixiang appeared in front of Lu Qingshan.

He did not speak.

Lu Qingshan did not speak either.

They are all waiting.

嗖! Whoosh! Whoosh!

is almost the front and back feet, the sword light ceaselessly stops, and a personal shadow keeps appearing.

After a while, no new sword light finally appeared again.

Lu Qingshan glanced over the hundreds of figures in front of him.

Xixiang Master Uncle, Kongshan Taoist, Xinyu Taoist…

These are the old sword repairmen of Jianzong. They are old, retired from Yumen Pass, retired to Jianzong, and are responsible for various chores in Jianzong.

Cao Jing, Yu Cibei, Wei Mou…

These are all young disciples of Jianzong. They have unlimited potential, but they haven’t grown up yet, and their cultivation is insufficient, so they didn’t go to Yumen Pass.

“I have seen Shao Zong.”

Whether it is the old Jianxiu or the young disciple, at this moment, they all spoke in unison.

Lu Qingshan clasped his fists and bowed to the crowd, then immediately said: “I am here, you should be clear.”

“Sect Master told me that you have different voices and opinions on the decision of the Sword Sect’s West Expedition…”

He paused, and continued: “The lord told me, this matter is decided by me, so you can rest assured to say your demands.”

“The Sword Sect is not the Sect Master’s Sword Sect, nor is it my Lu Qingshan Sword Sect, but everyone’s Sword Sect. I will respect everyone’s opinions.”

“So, what are your thoughts?” Lu Qingshan asked.

“Lu Shaozong, we have been looking forward to your coming back.” Xixiang stepped forward and said.

Lu Qingshan listened silently.

Xixiang’s face was extremely solemn, “Now we know the situation in the Central Spirit Realm, and we all agree with the sovereign’s decision to march to the west.”

“Some of us are old, some are too young, but we are all sword repairmen of the Sword Sect.” Xixiang said every word.

He pointed to the old sword repairmen behind him, “We are not too old to hold a sword.”

“Although they are young, they can still hold a sword.” He pointed to the young disciples aside.

Finally, Xixiang’s complexion paused, but his eyes were extremely determined, “Shao Zong…Although we know this may make you very embarrassed, knowing that this may be too irrational, but… ….”

He suddenly stopped drinking.

“I wait, please fight!”

There was a boom.

Like a sword, the fierce flying sword flew out of his dantian, soaring into the sky, breaking through the sky, and the majestic sword power echoed between the sky and the earth.

“I wait, please fight!”

“I wait, please fight!”

Boom! boom! boom!

All the sword repairs present, whether they are refining the virtual, transforming the gods or combining them, whether they are young or old, all make swords, and they all drink in unison.

The whole clan wars.

In an instant, the white clouds all over the sky seemed to lose their color, leaving only all kinds of flying swords in the sky.

All the flying swords are flying all over the sky above Qingfeng.

“I wait, please fight!”

All the voices gathered together and echoed in the sword sect.

At this moment, it seems that the mountains are trembling for it.

Everyone’s eyes focused on Lu Qingshan.

Every gaze is full of high-spirited fighting spirit and hope.

An inexplicable emotion hit Lu Qingshan’s heart heavily.

At this moment, he finally understood everything.

These people didn’t disagree with Jianzong’s west conquest, but wanted to go with them.

But for Jianzong, no matter what, someone must stay behind Jianzong.

Otherwise, if people go to the building empty, who will guard Jianzong?

If they never go back, will there be a swordsman in the world?

Therefore, these old sword repairers are shouldering the responsibility of staying behind the sword sect.

There are also young disciples who have little power for the battle of the middle spirit realm.

But to Jianzong, they are fire and hope.

Even if the sword sect is smashed in the west, as long as there are young disciples, when they grow up, the sword sect will still be the sword sect.

Regardless of emotion or reason, young disciples who are not sufficiently cultivated should not participate in this war.

Therefore, the old sect master let them stay in Jianzong.

The low and thunderous voice of flying swords in Lu Qingshan’s ears kept echoing.

is very noisy and harsh.

But to him, it sounds very pleasant.

The sound of wind, rain and thunder, and the sound of the river, how can it be compared to the clang of the sword sect?

Lu Qingshan has an inexplicable mood in his chest.

He glanced across the familiar or unfamiliar faces, took a deep breath of air, suppressing the fluctuations in his heart.

After 　　 for a while, he slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, stretched out his palm and pressed it lightly.

Then, the flying sword above the sky suddenly stopped.

The world fell silent.

“Did you think about it?” Lu Qingshan said.

Then, he lightly tapped at the seven towering main peaks in the distance, “Qingyun Peak, Wangu Peak, Canghai Peak, Hengqiu Peak, Jianlai Peak, Haoran Peak, Wangu Peak…”

Then he turned around, “Dingjunfeng, Kongshanfeng, Baiqiufeng…”

“These are the foundations left by the ancestors of the Sword Sect. These are all the Sword Sect…”

“Are you really willing to leave it alone?” he asked.

No one answered for a while.

After a moment of silence, Xixiang’s deep voice rang.

“Shao Zong…”

He raised his head, fixedly looking at Lu Qingshan’s young and handsome face.

“Jianzong, it has never been a place.”

“It’s us swordsmen.”

“Where are we, Jianzong is there.”

Xixiang’s voice was not loud, but it spread slowly.

Then, the whole world seemed to be silent at this moment~www.wuxiax.com~ Only his voice echoed.

Lu Qingshan was silent for a long time.

He knew that the help that these Jianzong sword repair colleagues can bring to the battle of the middle spirit realm and the price that Jianzong might have to bear are not of the same order of magnitude.

To be any cultivator other than Jianzong, he would definitely not agree to this seemingly “stupid”, seemingly “no overall situation awareness” request for a battle.

But Lu Qingshan also knows that Jianzong’s blessed land, Jianzong’s advanced techniques and skills, Jianzong’s treasures…

These are just external ears. Compared with these, what Jianzong is truly noble is the Jianzong spirit that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Those foreign sects always want to take the sword sect and replace them.

But they don’t understand, if there is no real will to cultivate swordsmanship and the soul of swordsmanship, how can they be called a sword sect?

The reason why Jianzong is called Jianzong is that it is the most powerful sword repair sect in this land, and even the strongest sect, is based on these simple and complex, ethereal but powerful things.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of Lu Qingshan’s lips.

“It’s as you wish.”

“Changying, please, take the seed of Tianjiao!”

His heart moved.

Boom!

The dragon bird suddenly emerged from the body.

The blazing red sword light ran across the sky, like a rainbow.

The majestic sword will soar to the sky.

All the sword repairs, as if the soul is uncontrollable, driving the sword madly.

The sword in the sky destroys the world.

Flying sword clanging loudly.

The sword roars to the west wind.