Chapter 540 Qingshan Is Never Second

Liu Shisui is a well-known figure in the practice world, especially among the younger generation.

He is a natural Daoist, he was cultivated by the Qingshan Sect, he entered the old forest, destroyed Yuntai, killed Luo Huainan in the middle, returned to Qingshan and was imprisoned by the sword, but was allowed to leave by the master, and became the direct disciple of Bu Qiuxiao, the master of a Maozhai.

But Chen Wen, the elder of the Kunlun School, broke through the sea decades ago according to the division of Tiannan realm, and his strength is extremely powerful, far superior to him no matter from any angle. Under the premise that Liu Shisui had no hope of winning, he said "Come on" so calmly and confidently. In the eyes of many people, it was indeed absurd.

This is a bit like when Jing Jiu walked up to the chair under the sight of Qian Dao of Qingshan Nine Peaks and said, "Come on."

After he finished saying that, the sword bracelet on his wrist seemed to fall asleep quietly—it was obvious that Fujijian didn't like him at all.

The same is true for Xiao He, so knowing that she would be ashamed, she wanted to point out the relationship between Liu Shisui and Jing Jiu as quickly as possible.

Such things as winning across borders usually only exist in legends, or in people like Jing Jiu.

Chen Wen didn't laugh. He knew that Liu Shisui was not an ordinary person. It was actually very difficult to defeat him and seriously injure him—yes, although the relationship between the Qingshan School and the Kunlun School had never been good, and today he deliberately wanted to humiliate him, but in the final analysis, he didn't dare to do anything to Liu Shisui.

What Xiao He said seemed ridiculous, but it was really useful.

The entire Chaotian Continent knew that Liu Shisui was Jing Jiu's school boy back then.

If the prime minister's concierge can be regarded as a third-rank official, then the Shutong headed by Qingshan is much more important than the elders of ordinary sects.

Xiao He had already retreated into the woods. After fleeing Haizhou City many years ago, she never made a move again, and she got used to standing behind Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui took a step forward, and the moment the soles of his shoes touched the ground, there was a gust of wind howling, rolling up the fallen green leaves and dancing in the sky.

The stream water also splashed away, turning into tens of thousands of water droplets, like a vortex, rapidly rotating around his body.

While walking, he blasted towards the opposite bank with a distance of tens of feet.

The dark black smoke was mixed with blood-like flames, gushing out from his fist, turning into a black dragon, and heading straight for the face of the elder of the Kunlun sect.

Is this the secret technique of the Blood Demon Cult?

Feeling the cold breath in the wind of the fist, Chen Wen's expression was slightly trembling, and he found that this young man was stronger than he calculated.

Using the Kunlun School's escape method, he turned into a clear shadow all over the sky, easily avoided the black smoke, and instantly came to the midair, with a palm down with his backhand.

The seemingly simple and ordinary palm covered Qiuyang, turned into a mountain-like shadow, and suppressed towards the ground.

As expected of an elder of the Kunlun faction who broke through the sea, he has the power of heaven and earth if he strikes at will.

Such an earth-shattering palm was definitely not something Liu Shisui could forcefully receive.

Seeing that he was about to be suppressed and killed, he took out a pen-like thing from his sleeve, and drew a line towards the sky, just like writing.

Wherever the pen passes, there is a rainbow.

That rainbow came very quickly, it took only an instant to reach hundreds of feet from the ground, the color was bright, as if it was not a human thing,

With a soft rubbing sound, the rainbow landed on Chen Wen's body accurately.

No matter how high his realm was, he could only turn into ink thrown out of his pen at this time, retreating rapidly, and hitting the cliff heavily.

Terrifying vibrations spread from the cliff to the ground, and then to the stream.

The stream splashed in all directions, and the vortex that was still lingering became bigger, and the green leaves all over the sky flew out like sharp arrows.

Those Kunlun sect disciples ran away one after another, looking in a panic.

Chen Wen flew out from the cliff, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, blood was visible on his clothes, he was even more embarrassed, he was seriously injured.

He stared at Liu Shisui, his eyes were full of shock and anger, and he shouted sharply: "Could it be Guancheng Pen! How is this possible!"

Guancheng brush is the treasure of Yimao Zhai. It is as famous as the other three pieces of Longwei inkstone. It is a magic weapon of the highest level in the world, and it has not been seen for many years.

How could he have imagined that Bu Qiuxiao would hand over such an important magic weapon to Liu Shisui, a disciple who was halfway through!

Liu Shisui didn't answer the other party's question, and took two pills to recover his true energy as soon as possible. It wasn't long before he got the Guancheng pen to recognize the master, and his realm was still not enough. He picked up the pen and dropped a stroke between heaven and earth, and his true energy was exhausted, his face was as pale as paper, and he could no longer write a second stroke.

Chen Wenpiao let out a long howl in the sky, and a beam of sword light followed the howl, and came to the bank of the stream in an instant.

Liu Shisui moved his left hand lightly, and the sword bracelet turned into a non-two sword, and flew away through the air.

The Bu Er Sword and the sword light met in the sky, and there was an extremely crisp sound.

With a soft sound, a flying sword appeared on Liu Shisui's left shoulder, but the tip of the flying sword was cut off by the Bu Er sword, and it failed to penetrate through, and the blood kept dripping.

Chen Wen was even worse, a blood hole appeared in his chest, and blood kept gushing out from it.

Buerjian returned to Liu Shisui's side, extremely bright, delicate and short, yet so terrifying.

Liu Shisui reached out to grab the broken sword on his shoulder and threw it to the ground.

The broken sword trembled slightly, as if it wanted to fly.

There were several crackling sounds.

The sword light illuminates the riverside.

The broken sword was chopped into pieces by Buerjian.

Chen Wen in the sky spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood rained down.

"What the hell kind of sword is this!"

The flying sword connected to the Dao Heart was destroyed, and the realm would not be damaged. It would take years to recover his strength. Chen Wen was shocked and angry, and could no longer control his emotions.

What kind of thing is this sword? How could it be so sharp that it could cut his own Immortal Flying Sword into pieces!

Immediately afterwards, he thought of the rumor after the Battle of the West Sea, with an inconceivable look in his eyes, and said, "Could it be that this is not the second sword?"

As a sword cultivator, he naturally knows the famous swords handed down from Qingshan.

Among those famous swords, Fuji Sword has the strongest lethality because it is the sharpest.

Any sword cultivator who finds himself facing such a famous legendary sword will feel awe from the bottom of his heart, as well as... annoyed.

There is a Guancheng brush from Maozhai, and there is also the unique sword from Qingshanzong... No wonder you dare to cross the border and challenge yourself!

Chen Wen was extremely angry, and he followed the escape method, avoiding the sword light that followed very dangerously, came to the bank of the stream, and waved his arms.

A flamingo left his shoulders and rushed towards Liu Shisui.

Liu Shisui's face was pale, but wild fire was burning in his eyes, he flipped his right hand, took out a folding fan from nowhere, and fanned it towards the flamingo.

The breeze was very strong, and the flamingo shrank rapidly, and finally turned into green smoke and disappeared without a trace, but the two sides had already met by the stream. The most taboo thing for a sword cultivator is to be approached by the opponent. When fighting, he never forgets to keep the distance away from the opponent. But at this time, Chen Wen's flying sword has been destroyed and he is seriously injured, so he must do this dangerous move.

The situation of Liu Shisui is not much better, it seems that it is the moment of life and death.

Suddenly a quiet and peaceful breath appeared by the stream.

More than a hundred rosary beads came silently and formed a barrier, separating Liu Shisui from Chen Wen.

The old monk at the upper reaches of the stream proclaimed the Buddha's name and said, "Two fellow Taoists, please stop."

The disciples of the Kunlun School all knew this old monk, and knew that the other was Master Huiyuan from Tonghua Temple, and the two met by chance by this stream.

Master Huiyuan is profound in Buddhism, sympathetic to the world but also jealous of evil, and is respected by the world and his fellow practitioners.

Hearing this sentence, Chen Wen's face was a little ugly, but he stopped in his tracks.

Liu Shisui carried too many treasures with him, even if he could kill the other party, who knew what heavy price he would have to pay.

Liu Shisui also recalled Buerjian.

At this moment, the hundreds of rosary beads suddenly moved, blocking all of Chen Wen's escape routes!

Chen Wen's face was pale, and he felt extremely dangerous. With a clear whistle, he asked his disciples to take action. At the same time, he held the life-saving magic weapon in his hand and prepared to sacrifice it.

But it was still too late. Who would have thought that Master Huiyuan, who was known for his noble conduct, was clearly preparing to mediate the grievances between the two parties, but suddenly killed him?

More than a hundred rosary beads exploded at the same time!

The sound of booming was endless, and the stream was steaming and splashing, and then it was burned into green smoke by the extremely high temperature!

The whistling sound stopped suddenly!

As the smoke and dust fell, Chen Wen was no longer seen by the stream, and blood was everywhere on the rocks and in the water, still steaming.

That Master Huiyuan had already reached the cliff hundreds of feet away, and disappeared without a trace.

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The creek was extremely quiet.

The slowly flowing stream dilutes the blood on the stone and goes downstream. The sound it makes is so soft, but it is so thrilling when it falls in people's ears.

The faces of the Kunlun disciples were full of horror, and they looked helplessly around the valley and their companions, as if they didn't know what happened.

Liu Shisui was also at a loss.

Suddenly, several Kunlun disciples began to cry, their voices were very desolate.

Several sword lights illuminated the valley, and those Kunlun disciples summoned flying swords, pointed at Liu Shisui, and shouted a little frantically, "You killed the uncle!"

Xiao He had already arrived at Liu Shisui's side at some point, waved her hand to create a barrier, and whispered to Liu Shisui, "Let's go first."

The previous moment of bewilderment was due to his kind nature, but Liu Shisui soon came to his senses. The training he received in the Forest of Agelessness made him know that he must not just leave like this. He stretched out his hand to stop Xiao He behind him, looked at the Kunlun disciples and said, "This should be Bulaolin's conspiracy."

Listening to his calm voice, those Kunlun disciples calmed down a bit, thinking about the previous incident, they found that it was indeed too weird.

But it was obvious that some people didn't want Liu Shisui to break the game so easily.

"But you used to be from Bulaolin, who knows if you colluded with the other party to come here? If you are really innocent, why didn't you kill the fox demon next to you first?"

An indifferent voice fell from the sky.

Following the voice, there was another figure.

In the extremely high sky, near the Void Realm, there is a looming figure of a large boat, it is the cloud boat of the Zhongzhou School.

The man jumped out of the cloud boat.

Bai Qianjun's men were still in the air, and the wind tunnel formed by the powerful Taoism had already attacked the stream. After the meeting, he has been retreating in Yunmeng Mountain, and his strength has been improved, but his attack is still so ruthless and violent, he will kill Liu Shisui on the spot without asking.

At this time, Liu Shisui has exhausted his real energy, how can he avoid this wind tunnel?

No one noticed that a flying sword floated out of a certain cliff.

That flying sword is very strange, there is no sword light, and the blade is a touch of gray when viewed from a distance, like the sky and a cliff.

Even if someone saw this sword with their own eyes, they would easily think that it was the sky or a cliff.

And that flying sword didn't have any powerful aura, just like a fallen leaf, fluttering weakly in the wind.

The fallen leaves floated into the wind tunnel, and then moved up silently but extremely fast into the sky.

Scrub a few times lightly.

More than a dozen extremely small but extremely deep cracks appeared on Bai Qianjun's body!

With a muffled grunt, he stepped back several hundred feet and landed on a big tree not far from the stream.

The wind blows the treetops.

He then heaved and fell, and blood kept spilling out.

He stared at the place in the cliff, his face was extremely gloomy, and he said, "Zhuo Rusui...do you only dare to sneak attack!"

The gray flying sword floated back to the cliff feebly.

Zhuo Rusui stepped up.

He came to the stream with his sword, looked at Bai Qianjun on the tree, felt so bewildered, and said: "You can't beat me if you don't sneak attack."