Chapter 11 Hate the Ancients, Don't See My Crazy Ears!

Qingcheng.

A spiritual letter flew into the study.

King Qing stretched out his hand, and Lingxin automatically fell into his palm.

He stuck out his consciousness and read the spiritual letter.

"Li Qiubai has appeared and is on his way to Shuiyuntai." After a while, he got up from his chair, looked at the empty room, and said in a deep voice.

A hazy ripple flashed across, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in the study.

"As Prince Qing planned, congratulations to Prince Qing."

"It's too early to say congratulations." King Qing looked ahead with a calm expression.

"What did you say over there, how long will it take to..."

"It will take at least two months." Soi Ying responded to King Qing.

"Two months..." King Qing said in a deep voice, "It's too long, although I have made all the preparations and all other parties are under my control, two months is not a problem.

But Li Qiubai is absolutely beyond my control, and all I can do now is to delay his time as much as possible.

Talk to the demons and tell them to act as soon as possible. Under the two-month deadline, for every five days they can advance, I promise them that I can add another 10%. "

"The subordinate understands."

King Qing waved back the black shadow and stood on the spot. After a long time, a strange smile appeared on his serious face.

"Li Qiubai, I have set up three barriers to reach the sky for you. If this still can't stop you, then I have nothing to say."

King Qing couldn't help but fell into memory.

His life experience can be called a legend. Born in the emperor's family, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he was originally extraordinary, but he was born with the power of adamantine, capable of tearing tigers and leopards apart, and was gifted in Taoism.

Moreover, he is definitely not a person with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.

The depth of his city is far better than others.

In addition, he is good at martial arts, good at killing, and he has practiced bravely and diligently all the way, as if he has never encountered a threshold.

Therefore, at the age of only 2,000 years, he became the ruler of his own line of royal family. His cultivation base broke through the ninth realm, and he killed countless demons on the battlefield outside the territory. He was regarded as a general of the Great Xia royal family.

His life has been smooth so far, and many people even think that he will definitely be the next Great Xia King.

Even he himself thought so.

But who would have thought that before Xia Xuanji's fall, he did not pass the position of Great Xia Venerable to him who was the most popular at that time, nor did he give it to any other two great powers who had gained fame at that time, but chose an unknown Xia Xiaoxiao, a woman from the scripture office, is the master of Daxia.

King Qing was naturally dissatisfied.

Then, he met that sword cultivator, that sword fairy named Li Qiubai.

He boasted that he had few opponents in the world, but in front of Li Qiubai, even if he couldn't force him to draw his sword, he was completely defeated.

This cast a great shadow over him.

With the passage of time and thousands of years, his cultivation base has made great strides, and finally he has taken that half step forward after being above the Ninth Realm.

But even so, he still has infinite fear of Li Qiubai.

After all, Li Qiubai was already a Sword Immortal ten thousand years ago.

After ten thousand years, he can barely catch up with Li Qiubai's realm ten thousand years ago.

And with Li Qiubai's talent, how could he stand still in the past ten thousand years?

Until he got the amazing news....

When he just heard the news, he couldn't believe it at all, and felt that it was impossible for anyone in the world to do such a thing.

However, after repeated verifications and comprehensive information, King Qing finally confirmed that this seemingly unreal news...

true!

After the unimaginable shock, what came was full of joy.

He didn't know what Li Qiubai was thinking to do that kind of thing.

But he must consider that this is most likely the only chance in his life, and he must never miss it.

"Win the king and lose the bandit..." King Qing said to himself.

.........

The big ship descends from the Lancang River.

The water in this pool is extremely turbulent, with cliffs on both sides, and the color of the river gradually darkens.

It shows a faint blue like ice crystals.

Wisps of cold air visible to the naked eye rose from the surface of the river.

Lu Qingshan was dressed in a black robe, standing on the bow of the boat, holding the hands of two disciples, pouring spiritual energy into their bodies to drive them away from the cold, and said with a smile: "The Lancang River is a river that was refined by Shuiyuntai. Don’t think that it’s already extremely cold in the place where the water cloud platform is located, but it’s extremely cold when it’s really close to the Shuiyuntai.”

The best places for refining weapons are all located in strange places, or on top of volcanic lava, using the power of earth fire to melt the furnace, or in the sky thunder, using the power of thunder to temper...

This water cloud platform is located on the extremely cold water, borrowed from the cold water quencher.

The two little girls looked at the Lancang River, which was blazing with cold air. When they thought that it would get colder and colder, even with Lu Qingshan's spiritual protection, they would not be affected, so they couldn't help baring their teeth, and some of their faces turned pale. It was as if he could feel the chill.

Standing at the bow of the boat, Lu Qingshan patiently explained the geography of the Lancang River to his two little disciples.

After the group of them left Tai'an City, they went through several rounds of teleportation circles, from the lake to the river, and in a short time, they arrived at the Lancang River where the Shuiyun Terrace is located.

The Lancang River is bitterly cold, and there is only cold air in the sky above, and there is no air, which extraordinary people can bear.

Since they brought Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu with them, they had no choice but to borrow a big boat when they got here.

At this time, the trend of the river became more and more narrow, and the cliffs on both sides of the river were cut neatly, allowing only one boat to pass, forming a line of sky.

On the rock, engraved with the three big characters of Shuiyuntai, next to it are many extremely complicated lines, shining brightly.

This line of sky is the gateway to Shuiyun Terrace, if you have to allow it, if you enter this line of sky, a strange formation will appear, the earth will collapse and the mountains will be destroyed, and the ladders and stone stacks will be connected, and the danger is unpredictable.

It's just that today, for some reason, the sky is wide open, and there is no defense.

Li Qiubai drifted out from the cabin, glanced at the stone walls on both sides of the river, and muttered "fancy and fancy", which was caught by the sharp-eared Lu Qingshan.

It's like science despises engineering, and engineering despises agriculture.

Although there is no distinction between high and low, but in the eyes of Jianxiu, formations and other things are heresy, complicated and mysterious in the clouds, but they are no match for a sword.

Toy ears, don't look down on them at all!

Lu Qingshan couldn't help smiling.

But he thought that this kind of contempt should only exist among these little sword cultivators, but he didn't expect that the sword fairy who had reached the top also had such a side.

The boss also has his own little temper.

 …

They were not stopped by anything, and no one came forward to stop them. They quickly got out of this line.

The field of vision suddenly opened up.

The river changes from rapid to slow, and the river surface from narrow to wide, as if you have come to the world from the gate of hell, which makes you feel much more relaxed.

But the cold air became more and more intense, condensing into clouds and mist, ethereal and unreal.

Looking from a distance, you can see iron cables as thick as arms floating on the river and extending into the distance.

There is a layer of ice ridges condensed on the iron chain, which shows the coldness of this place even more.

Iron chain Hengjiang.

The river water below is as cold as the substance, flowing slowly and very condensed.

This is no longer ordinary river water, but profound water, every drop contains infinite chill and weighs a hundred catties.

The mysterious water quencher can greatly improve the quality of the final product of the magic weapon.

Ordinary craftsmen would be willing to use Xuanshui only when refining extremely important instruments.

But in this kind of place, Xuanshui is everywhere in sight, enough for the refiners of Shuiyuntai to squander.

What a horrible handwriting.

For any refiner, such a place is a dream holy land.

Only Shuiyuntai, which is the refining department of Daxia, can occupy such a treasure land with Daxia as its back.

At this moment, in the cloud formed by the cold air, a black line surged.

Lu Qingshan's eyes narrowed slightly.

There are dozens of dragon boats riding the waves out of the clouds and mists.

On the dragon boat, there is an armored monk wearing a black armor standing, and the atmosphere is dignified.

There are hundreds of people, and the momentum is so great that it is comparable to a tidal wave in the world.

A god-armored monk forced Lu Qingshan to prepare to use the sword talisman.

At this time and place, thousands of god armor monks formed a black line, and the aura was so great that it was indescribable.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel that the divine armor of the armored cultivator on the dragon boat was far superior to the black armored man he met in Tai'an City, both in terms of magic and material.

This is definitely Shuiyuntai's most powerful combat power.

The leader of this group of armored monks was a burly middle-aged man.

He is also wearing armor, but the difference is that he does not wear a face armor, and he looks dignified.

Lu Qingshan frowned.

"It's not a good person, so I've been prepared." He secretly said in his heart.

Just now they entered the first line of sky, the gate of hell, and no one stopped them, but they just stepped into the Shuiyuntai area without any communication, but it was surrounded by many cultivators, obviously they had been waiting for a long time.

The meaning is self-evident.

The leading middle-aged man stood at the bow of the dragon boat, took a step forward, and said loudly, "Who is coming?"

"Li Qiubai." Chang'an Sword Immortal in gray robe took a step forward and replied calmly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man clasped his fists in a salute and said, "Shuiyuntai Vice President Lu Mingliang has seen Li Jianxian before, but he didn't know that Li Jianxian came to the door, so it's not strange to welcome him at a distance."

"I'm here to see your Sect Master Shuiyuntai." Li Qiubai said calmly.

"Isn't this a coincidence? If at any other time, Li Jianxian came to visit, I, Shuiyuntai, would sweep the couch and wait to greet him.

It's just that recently, my Shuiyun Tower closed the river for some reason, and closed the door to see no visitors, so..." Lu Mingliang heard this, with a hesitant look on his face.

"If I insist on meeting, then what should I do?" Li Qiubai didn't care, and asked again.

"Shuiyuntai naturally dare not be disrespectful to the Sword Immortal, but this place is Shuiyuntai, and no one can tolerate others' insolence." Lu Mingliang's eyes were unusually sharp, but in fact his mind was far less calm than his face and tone.

The name of Chang'an Sword Immortal is like thunder.

This is the person who left sword marks on the Xuanwu Gate, the gateway to Chang'an.

Not to mention that he is just a vice sect of Shuiyuntai, even the sect master himself would never dare to show the courage and courage to stop him.

If it wasn't for the people behind Shuiyuntai speaking in the dynasty...

If it hadn't been known in advance, Li Qiubai would have fallen out of the realm of the sword fairy at this time, and even his ears would have been broken...

If he didn't understand, for that person's sake, there is a high probability that Li Qiubai would not kill Shuiyuntai, who is the Department of Artifacts of the Great Xia...

Even if he was given another hundred guts, he would not dare to stand in front of this sword fairy.

The name of the shadow person that can be treed.

Even with the blessing of so many factors, Lu Mingliang still felt afraid at this moment, and did not dare to procrastinate in the slightest.

Even when this Chang'an Sword Immortal was at his weakest, a hungry tiger was still a tiger, not a kitten.

He had no idea, so he could only comfort himself constantly.

This is Shuiyuntai, the Artifact Refining Department that Daxia has painstakingly managed for thousands of years. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, magical weapons, and countless magic circles. What's more, there is that person who guarantees that today's losses will be double compensation in the future, and there is no need to worry about the price. .

In terms of overall strength, Sword Immortal naturally has to respect everyone, being the strongest in the world.

But the strong dragon can't overwhelm the ground snake, let alone the strong dragon is extremely weak now.

He didn't believe that under such a situation of ebb and flow, this "old" sword fairy was still able to turn the tide.

"Stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade, boy, I know that you follow me, and you have a bit of the idea of ​​practicing thousands of tunes before understanding the sound, watching thousands of swords before recognizing weapons, and want to learn something from me and use your strength to break through the bottleneck. "

"My Li Qiubai's tricks are right there. I've never been stingy with the younger generation's comprehension. It's just that there are very few people who can get something from it. But you have three points of charm once you learn the sword, which shows that you have an extraordinary foundation."

"It's just that in my life, I have seen countless sword cultivator descendants, and among them there are many rare geniuses with understanding roots, but I never take it seriously."

He has become the peak of the mountain forest of kendo, no matter how magnificent and romantic the rising star is, how can he be as good as he was back then?

"Everyone says that my sword intent, Li Qiubai, is the best in the world, and it is true."

"Sword intent, the first thing is to congenial, if the intent is right, don't say one sword and two swords, just let you see my unique skills, so what?

That girl Xia Daoyun matches my temper, and you are not bad, I like the two little dolls even more, since we met each other by chance, then today, I will teach you a sword. "

"Boy Lu, just keep an eye on it." Li Qiubai stood at the bow of the boat and whispered behind him.

Lu Qingshan's heart was shocked, and he felt that what he saw next would be rare in his life.

The long-famous Chang'an Sword Immortal stretched out his right hand after saying a few words.

There is no sword in hand.

"Since Shuiyuntai closed the river and saw no visitors, then I will open the river." He said to the army of armored monks who looked like a tidal wave.

Immediately, he put his two fingers together, using his fingers as a sword, and casually cut the Lancang River casually.

Without the slightest killing intent, without the slightest smoke and fire.

This finger is freehand and indifferent, without the slightest sword energy, it looks like a child gesticulating against the void, without any lethality at all.

If not to say that this finger is different.

That is, it came from the hands of the Sword Immortal.

The next moment, Li Qiubai's clothes fluttered in the wind.

He didn't have Lu Qingshan's handsome appearance, he didn't have a magic weapon in his hand, he just stood there calmly, but at this moment, Lu Qingshan felt that there would be no more romantic sword cultivator than him in the world.

It was an indescribable elegance.

One finger finally fell.

The Sword Immortal breathed out lightly, and it seemed that he had become sword energy.

In today's world, there is a saying that one generation of monks is not as good as one generation.

People in the world often miss the ancient monks and feel the demeanor of the ancient monks.

Among them, there are many words that are not left behind by the ancient sword cultivators, praising the arrogance and chicness of the sword cultivators in the past when they encountered mountains and opened mountains, and the sword cultivators are hard to compare with today's sword cultivators.

From ancient times to Chang'an, from Chang'an to Tianyuan.

The canopy is full of hustle and bustle.

Not as good as a sword from tens of thousands of years ago? !

It's ridiculous, sad and unbelievable.

In the early years, some people said that I gave up heavenly sword moves to seek sword intent, which is equivalent to looking down on sword moves in the world, equivalent to looking down on the legacy of ancient sword cultivation, equivalent to deceiving masters and destroying ancestors, which is extremely arrogant.

They didn't dare to say anything until I became a sword fairy.

They dare not speak.

But I, Li Qiubai, haven't said anything yet.

Call me arrogant?

That's not bad.

I, Li Qiubai, pretend to be crazy like this.

An ancient sword cultivator?

That was the sword that they never saw me, Li Qiubai.

If I don't hate the ancients, I won't see them, if I hate the ancients, I won't see them!

At the beginning, everything was quiet and peaceful, as if nothing happened.

The armored monks were stunned by this finger, not knowing what it meant, and even thought that the Chang'an Sword Immortal was putting on airs.

But the expression of Shuiyuntai Deputy Zong Lu Mingliang, who was wearing the divine armor, suddenly changed, revealing an indescribable horror.

Moments later.

The river is full of wind and clouds.

The cold air that has been condensed into clouds for thousands of years seems to have encountered a strong wind, and the wind is surging, and it is scattered in all directions, like melting ice and snow, and is evaporating rapidly.

Contain the emptiness and confuse the emptiness, steaming the Lancang River.

But this is only a precursor.

Rumble.

Just like the red mercury, the Lancang River, which flows obscurely like mercury, at this moment, a frost line appeared in the middle and lined up on both sides.

The depth of the Lancang River is unknown, but now you can see the bottom at a glance.

The bottom of the river, which still carries water vapor, is full of ice crystals, and the wonders and wonders are magnificent.

The monks of Shuiyuntai have occupied this treasure land for ten thousand years, and this is the first time they have seen the bottom of the Lancang River.

The river rushed to both sides, and the waves were rough.

The dragon boat was also pushed back by the waves, only the big boat that Lu Qingshan was on remained motionless on the river, unaffected in the slightest.

Turning rivers and seas upside down is a means of heaven and man, which is unimaginable.

And in this section of the Lancang River, every drop of water weighs a hundred catties, like silver and mercury.

How can the weight of such a big river composed of Xuanshui be beyond the imagination of others?

How much power is needed to drain the river?

Even the Dragon King of the River who can soar through the clouds and ride the fog, call the wind and call the rain, can't even think about it in front of this section of the Lancang River.

but.

Such a big river.

Just like that, it was split by a finger, and the gap reached five hundred feet.

Not a sword, only sword intent.

"The Lancang River has been opened and cannot be closed again. Can we see visitors at Shuiyun Terrace now?" Li Qiubai asked with a smile.

The gray shirt stands on the prow of the boat, chatting and laughing and striking out with a sword, all gods and demons retreat.

Lu Mingliang, who withdrew in time, looked at the Lancang River that hadn't closed for a long time, his eyes widened and he was speechless.

As long as the sword intent does not dissipate, the Lancang River will not close.

As for how long this sword will last, no one knows.

This is the so-called falling into the sword fairyland?

Ridiculous!

It's all rumors, it's ridiculous!

If such a sword can't be called the sword of a sword fairy, there will probably be no sword fairy in the world.

Is this more than a means of heaven and man?

Today, even if the heaven and man descend to the earth, facing such a finger, such a sword, they can only sigh:

Li Qiubai is the real banished immortal.

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