The breeze blew up the white clothes, and before Mu Qingliu finished speaking, she suddenly jumped in her heart, felt the quiet and strange atmosphere in the mountain gate and the temple, and also saw the Five Spirit City, Sun En and five others.

Immediately, his eyelids twitched.

Of course he felt the aura of other soldiers, but he thought it was just the Five Spirit City, but he didn't expect that there were five soldiers gathering on Wang Quan Mountain.

"Brother Mu has been sitting for many years, but I don't want to go further. Unfortunately, it's a pity..."

In the temple, An Qisheng seemed to feel something, but his eyes fell, but it was not Mu Qingliu, but the thing he hugged in his arms.

It was a sword box, its color was simple.

Compared to the sword sword that had not recovered from the white-clothed boy's body, it seemed that this sword box made him care more.

Hearing An Qisheng's sigh, Mu Qingliu's heart moved, and he didn't know what was contained in the sword box.

It seems that this Taoist Wang Quan actually knows it?

"Since Brother Mu has this intention, I will accept this item."

An Qisheng sighed slightly, as if he was a little regretful.

A hundred feet away, Mu Qingliu felt a huge aura rolling in, rolling away the sword box in his arms.

Buzz ~~~

The moment the sword box rose, the people in the martial arts world above and below the mountain felt cold in their hearts no matter how they were in their cultivation.

It seemed like a sword that was extremely sharp and pierced through the heart.

Immediately, countless people couldn't help but scream and retreat, but touched them but did not find themselves injured.

"This is......."

Looking at the sword box rising into the air, Yan Kuangtu's eyes lit up.

An Qisheng tapped the back of the chair with a faint eyes:

"Sword Twenty-three!"

There has never been only one person in the world who is progressing.

Five years ago, during the battle of the Hanhai, several major magical veins had their insights. Apart from himself, the one who gained the most was Mu Qingfeng, who almost divided his life and death with Pang Wanyang with twenty-two swords.

Huh ~

After the sword box trembled, it suddenly turned into powder.

A sword bounced out.

Swish ~

It seemed as if lightning flashed into the sky in the night, and the sword light that instantly blew up covered everyone's eyes.

After a moment, someone saw the sword popping out after the sword box was broken.

The magic sword has no handle or color, or in other words, its color is not the color of the human world. From the naked eye, there is no color, but it is in the sense of the divine will of many divine veins.

That sword bloomed with the volatility of the blue water and the blue sky.

With a slight sense, it was like seeing the clear waters of the mountains and the flawless swordsman sitting quietly on the top of the mountain with a cool breath as cold as a mountain spring.

Mu Qingfeng.

An Qisheng lowered his eyes and looked, the swordsman on the top of the mountain also raised his eyes, thousands of mountains and rivers apart, but the two seemed to see each other.

Everything is in this sword of divine will.

The mountains of Qizhou.

Among the green mountains and clear waters, Mu Qingfeng seemed to have some awareness. Looking at the clouds in the sky from afar, it seemed that he saw the Taoist in white.

Five years ago, his sword broke the vast sea, and then he abandoned the sword and sat quietly by the lake for five years, forgetting all kinds of sword techniques.

Until a few days ago, he had already looked at all the twenty-two swords before him.

Finally, it became a sword of twenty-three.

He felt that this sword was his limit, the limit of the world, even if there were ten, a hundred, or three hundred years, there would be no progress at all.

Only then did he feel what Pang Wanyang had once felt.

Everything in the world is empty, but the Tao is ahead but you cannot move forward half a step. How helpless is this?

"Brother, why do you have to......"

Mu Qinghua stood not far away, looking at his brother's back, his face was a little dim:

"Even if there is a breakthrough, why do you have to choose Taoist Priest Wang Quan for a 100th birthday?"

Mu Qinghua felt sad.

He is Mu Qingfeng's younger brother. He has learned swords and martial arts with his brother since he was a child. Mu Qingfeng is both a brother and a father.

Even though I knew his feelings, I still couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

I want him to stay for a few more days, even if it's just a few days.

"Fellow Daoist An won't mind this gift. What Mu Qingfeng has learned throughout his life, stick to it all his life, and pursue it all his life, He Xun Pang Wanyang?"

Mu Qingfeng didn't look back, but turned his back to his younger brother. His voice was rarely warm:

"I am alone all my life, without any descendants, and without disciples. You have taken care of Wanjian Villa with you. Thank you for your hard work."

"Brother!"

Mu Qinghua's body trembled and she couldn't help but burst into tears: "Brother, I can't bear to part with you..."

"Going together is fate, and separation is also fate. Just as I was born among these green mountains and clear waters, the green mountains and clear waters are still the same, I am just a passerby..."

Mu Qingfeng's body was straight and his voice gradually calmed down:

"My brother, I have to leave you alone in the future!"

The fog in the mountains was heavy, and with the breeze coming from the words, the fog swirled down, covering Mu Qingfeng.

Boom!

At that time, thunder suddenly broke out in the sky, and dark clouds came from nowhere, instantly covering the entire Wanjian Villa.

Among the mountains, it seemed like it was in a forever night.

But it seemed that in just a moment, accompanied by a roar of thunder, the dark clouds dissipated.

Plop!

Mu Qinghua fell to the ground with heartache:

"Brother!"

Buzz ~~~

On the top of Wang Quan Mountain, a sword sounded suddenly sounded like a dragon roar like a tiger.

In an instant, the sword light was as brilliant as the sun descending on the top of the mountain. Under the magnificent sword light, the sword light shining for dozens of miles!

Many people subconsciously retreat, urging their internal energy to protect themselves.

But I only felt that the sword energy was like light, like spring breeze, like green mountains and clear water, like fog and sea of ​​clouds, without any sharpness.

Look up.

In the increasingly dazzling sword light, there seemed to be a figure of a white-clothed swordsman looming, as if it was illusory and as if it was real.

"this!"

In the temple, many divine veins stood up together. Looking at this scene, their faces changed, and they saw Mu Qingfeng's condition at this moment.

Yan Kuangtu even shouted:

"Mu Qingfeng, are you crazy or don't want to live anymore?!"

Boom!

As Yan Kuangmao shouted, thunder rolled in the distant sky, and dark clouds seemed to condense from all directions, and the celestial phenomena changed instantly!

The rolling thunder seemed to be angry, becoming more and more grand and surging.

"Grandpa?!"

Seeing the figure flashing in the sword light, Mu Qingliu's eyes widened, as if she had thought of something, her eyes turned red. She wanted to say something, but her spirit suddenly shook.

Inside the temple, an indescribable sword light was felt.

Several people in Wuling City looked at each other and changed their expressions.

This sword light seemed to be not sharp at all, but the purity of the divine will in it was a bit incredible.

They never thought that a person's divine will could reach this level.

Was this person a sword in his previous life?

If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Mu Qingliu was the Master of the Sword of the Sky, Wu Lingcheng would have thought that this person was the Master of the Sword of the Sky!

"Why is this?"
To be continued...