Chapter 97 Aftermath

"What happened here, such a big movement, I can hear it from a dozen miles away. Could it be that something happened to the treasure, so this Broken Dragon Waterfall has become so broken?"

A low-level monk asked the people around him.

"It can't be the birth of a treasure. Without the kind of fairy light and aura that a treasure was born, it may have been struck by a thunderbolt!"

"I'm afraid you're not joking. That voice before must be the high-level monk fighting here!"

Gathered aside, most of them are low-level scattered cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world at the third and fourth levels of spiritual energy.

Many of them are monks who are hired to escort boats on the tributaries of Luoshui, so that the boats can safely pass the dangerous sections of the nearby tributaries, and earn so much hard money.

Bypassing the Luoshui tributary of this waterfall, boats are prosperous, and many monks travel by. Moreover, it is not far from the waterfall itself, so the previous great battle has attracted many monks to come.

These low-level monks,

It is possible that he has never even seen an expert in the real Yuan realm in his entire life.

Not much knowledge.

Gather together now,

There was a lot of discussion around this remnant.

Some people even thought that monsters were raging here, causing such a terrifying and terrifying scene.

There are various theories, but no one agrees.

"In this situation, I am afraid that there are experts in the real yuan realm fighting here, and they still separate life and death between breathing."

Several monks from the late stage of Lingyuan arrived and hung on the top of the tree.

Compared with those low-level monks, their knowledge is naturally broader, and they can easily recognize the general situation in front of them.

One of them, an old man of the eighth level of Lingyuan with an old face, said while looking at the scene where the rocks were collapsing and the waterfall was surging.

"The power is indeed comparable to that of the real masters, but it is a matter of opinion whether the masters of the real series are fighting."

A feather fan and a towel, the white-robed Yu Shi shook his fan, his tone inexplicable.

"You mean..."

The old monk turned his head,

I was just about to say something,

Suddenly, there was a scream not far away, and the low-level monks below exploded and retreated in horror.

I saw in the field,

A headless corpse was leaning against a boulder that had collapsed from a waterfall cliff.

The surrounding monks were talking in horror.

But it was a big Han cultivator with two levels of spiritual energy. He saw a smooth mirror-like incision on the collapsed boulder in front of him. The sunlight reflected, and the shadow of the sword seemed to move, making him dazzled. Fascinated, his mind was also attracted, he stepped forward in a trance, stretched out his hand and couldn't help but touched the mirror surface of the incision.

But at that moment,

A wisp of sword intent, which is small, soft as silk, but sharp like a sword, swept out, like a wisp of invisible ripples swept across the void by flying insects flying over the surface of the lake, from the monk's neck. floated up.

Immediately, it was like silk thread cutting tofu, and the head of the big Han cultivator with double spirit essence suddenly fell to the ground!

this scene,

It's terrifying to the extreme!

The surrounding low-level monks shouted in horror and backed away.

"This is... Sword Intent?!"

The old cultivator of the eighth level of Lingyuan stood at a high place, and was attracted by the restlessness below. Naturally, he also saw this scene, and his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle.

"Jianyi, what is that?"

The monks around who heard the old man's words asked in a panic.

"Hmph, when you practice martial arts to perfection, you will comprehend the true meaning of martial arts and martial arts, and thoroughly integrate all martial arts and martial arts, with incredible power."

"This kind of artistic conception power, if it is not a first-class genius and evildoer, it is a level of power that a cultivator above the real yuan realm is likely to come into contact with."

The man in white with the fan and scarf sneered and closed the fan with a snap. He didn't talk to these low-level fools, and his body was like a big bird, flying towards the deep lake where the waterfall hit. flew over.

Several high-level cultivators around Lingyuan saw this, and their sleeves flew up, soaring into the sky, chasing after the man.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, several monks from the late stage of Lingyuan rushed into the huge waterfall torrent, searched in the rushing water waterfall, and gathered some stones with sword marks into the storage bag.

"What are those seniors doing?"

On the surrounding shore, the low-level cultivator looked dazed, a little puzzled by the actions of those high-level people.

Some people were shocked, as if they had thought of something, with a hint of comprehension and excitement on their faces, and they all searched for broken rocks with sword marks around them and put them into the talisman.

Afterwards, when the monks around him saw this, they also came to their senses and joined in the looting.

Just the sword marks left on the stone,

It is easy to kill a monk in the early stage of Lingyuan.

Even those high-level cultivators of the spiritual essence regard it as an opportunity to find and store them in the storage bag, let alone those cultivators at the bottom of the cultivation world?

Must be a great benefit!

During the looting, two low-level cultivators accidentally stimulated the remaining sword intent on the stone, resulting in one death and one serious injury.

Some people even rushed into the terrifying waterfall, disregarding the danger and forcibly cutting the protruding reef with sword marks and taking it away.

After half an hour,

The surrounding area of ​​the waterfall was scraped and turned over, until the stone with the sword marks was no longer found.

A group of monks left one after another,

The river waterfall, which Zhang Qingyuan and Yuan Wenjun had fought against before, were even more messed up at this time.

......

Zhang Qingyuan didn't know anything about what happened after he left.

The sword that was cut under the cliff of the waterfall was actually the result of the interweaving of the right time, place and people.

That is probably because Zhang Qingyuan was almost impossible to copy before entering the real yuan realm, and he wielded a formidable series of power comparable to this sword!

And the incomparably powerful Sword Intent left a deep remnant of Sword Intent on the surrounding shattered rocks when the explosion impact swept all around.

Although it is impossible for these remaining sword intents to be circulated for two hundred years as a sword intent from Shui Jianxian in the past, it is not a big problem to last for ten days and a half months.

If you can comprehend it,

This will be of great benefit to the improvement of the cultivator's swordsmanship practice.

Of course, if you haven't stepped out of your own swordsmanship, although comprehending these remaining swordsmanship will make your swordsmanship practice faster, it is also easy to be infected by Zhang Qingyuan's swordsmanship unknowingly. more difficult.

But all of this has little to do with Zhang Qingyuan.

After leaving the cliff waterfall, Zhang Qingyuan followed the previous traces and returned to the place where he fought his life.

He took all the valuables such as storage bags from the bodies of the eighth-level and seventh-level cultivators of Lingyuan. After that, Lingyuan blasted a dirt pit on the ground, and the two corpses were still inside. The sleeves were rolled up. Yuan Shi rolled back the surrounding soil and fallen leaves like a flood, and buried the two corpses in the pit.

After processing the traces, Zhang Qingyuan left the Luoshui River area without turning his head.

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