Long Qingyun turned over and dismounted.

I came to the locust tree and stood for a long time. Looking at the bluestone slabs on the lake, everything was so familiar. On Moxin Island, the situation beside the Huben Spring of Moxing Lake is vividly visible and comes to my mind.

Thoughts swayed and their eyes passed away.

Standing on the railing, he stood in white clothes on the lake, with his hands facing him with his back, and his tall Angzang's figure was clearly visible.

Long Qingyun was surprised when the white-clothed back suddenly turned around and looked at Long Qingyun with a smile. His face was clear and vigorous. He was nearly forty years old and his expression was extremely strong and powerful, but there seemed to be a hidden worry between his eyebrows, and he still felt like a hero was coming to an end.

When Qingyu's middle-aged man saw Long Qingyun, he seemed quite surprised. The haze between his eyebrows was swept away and he said aloud:

"You are finally here, I'm waiting here for a long time."

Long Qingyun was shocked and was both surprised and happy. Although Qingxu's middle-aged man in front of him was majestic, his eyes were full of kindness and gentleness. Without waiting for Long Qingyun to answer, Qingxu's middle-aged man took off his sword in his waist and handed it to Long Qingyun.

The sword has a delicate texture. Long Qingyun bowed and took the sword with his hands. The sheath handle was inlaid with three golden characters "Zhanlu Sword". The brushwork was vigorous and vigorous, and it was a small seal script that was popular in the Qin and Han dynasties.

Long Qingyun was extremely shocked. Judging from the texture and small seal script, this sword has been around for some time. The world of gold and stone often calls artifacts before the Tang Dynasty "Gao Gu", so this "Gao Gu sword" has a history of at least thousands of years.

Long Qingyun stroked Zhan Lu Jian with his hand, and his heart was filled with excitement on his face. He looked at Qingju Middle-aged Middle-aged. Qingju Middle-aged Nodded slightly, Long Qingyun got Qingju Middle-aged Middle-aged approval and drew out Zhan Lu Jian.

Suddenly!

A golden light flashed, and the Zhanlu sword emitted a brilliant light. The sword body exuded a burning coldness. The air around it seemed to solidify, and the heaven and earth suddenly felt a murderous ambition.

Long Qingyun was broad-minded and seemed to feel the fierce fighting spirit of Zhan Lu Jian. With a heart of ease, Zhan Lu Jian pointed at the void and muttered something in his mouth. The sword moved at will, and a magnificent sword technique was waving.

Mo Zhixuan was shocked and left with attention.

At this time, Long Qingyun was wearing a green robe and practiced his sword freely on the bluestone slab beside the lake. The sword was so powerful that it was full of majestic spirit and full of majestic spirit.

Ouyang Fei stepped forward and walked into Long Qingyun. Ouyang Qi and Ouyang Ming surrounded him. The three of them stared at Long Qingyun with all their attention.

Long Qingyun chanted: "Thirty fames, dust and soil, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon." The sword in his hand opened and closed, with a stormy wave, and the sword intent exuded its bright majesty and majestic momentum.

Mo Zhixuan also came over, and the four of them stared at Long Qingyun's shocking swordsmanship.

Long Qingyun turned his sword and stabbed a sword flat. It seemed to be very clever, but in fact he heard the thunder in silence. Suddenly, he rose up and rushed more than two feet high, and jumped towards the locust tree next to him.

Long Qingyun kicked the branches of the locust tree with his toes, and leaped again with the force. He jumped more than one meter high and landed slowly on the canopy tree.

At this time, Long Qingyun was moving and leaping on the canopy tree. From a distance, he looked as graceful as a terrifying geese and as gentle as a dragon, just like a grandma Gongsun danced a sword: "A sword dance moves all directions, and the world is long and low."

Long Qingyun chanted loudly: "Driving a long cart, stepping through the crater of Helan Mountain, ambition to eat Hu's meat hungry, laughing at the thirst and drinking the blood of the Huns."

The sword tip swept forward, backward, left and right, and spread out from all directions, turning into millions of cold lights, covering the surroundings, and stabbing towards the earth.

Seeing this situation, Ouyang Fei was surprised and admired him naturally, and he was overwhelmed with admiration for Long Qingyun.

Suddenly!

A clear roar sounded, and Long Qingyun, a sword was united, and his head and feet were swooping down like a flying immortal from the sky. Wherever the sword power went, a sound of shocking sound rang out, and the bricks and stones on the ground were lifted by the sword energy.

Mo Zhixuan screamed, and Long Qingyun seemed to have realized something. Suddenly, the tip of the sword turned to the lake.

"Boom boom boom!" After a few sounds, the water column on the lake soared into the sky, rising several feet high, with a terrifying momentum.

Long Qingyun fell slowly under the locust tree, standing majestic opposite Mo Zhixuan and the four of them, and the locust tree leaves fell one after another.

Long Qingyun muttered a word: "Wait until you start, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky."

Ouyang Fei was the first to applaud, and Mo Zhixuan and the other two also applauded.

Long Qingyun stood on the spot without realizing it.

In a trance, the awe-inspiring expression of Qingyu middle-aged man in front of him became kind, and many wrinkles appeared on his face. Suddenly, Qingyu middle-aged man seemed to have grown a lot, and the face of an old man came into his eyes. He looked at himself with a smile and said:

"Very very good. You have already understood the seven-part essence of Moxing sword technique. You deserve to be the 'Earth Branch Lianru, Guanru Lianzhu' After you get the Zhanlu sword, this set of sword techniques will be called Zhanlu sword."

Long Qingyun was surprised and there were too many questions coming out. The old man waved his hand, as if he knew Long Qingyun's intention and stopped Long Qingyun's questioning.

The old man was kind and kind, with a kind face full of smiles, and said kindly:

"I know you have too many questions. This is my spiritual sense that stays by the Mansha Lake. Zhanlu sword is at the bottom of the Mansha Lake. Zhanlu has spirituality and stays with someone with a destiny. This is also the fate between you and me."

Long Qingyun nodded repeatedly and stared at Qingyu old man with all his attention.

The old man from Qingxu continued: "This sword was cast by Ou Yezi, a famous sword-casting master during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. Later, it became the sword of Han Xin, a military immortal, and created great achievements for the establishment of the powerful Han Dynasty."

The old man with Qingyu had more and more wrinkles on his face. Suddenly, he seemed to have become over 10 years old again, and his beard and hair were all white. Long Qingyun looked at him carefully. The old man's eyebrows were all white. Although he was old, he had a fairy-like appearance. He said earnestly:

"You may have guessed who I am. This great victory in Zhuxian Town is the pinnacle of my life and the end of my life. Opponent, you guessed it right, I am Yuan Dingtian."

Hearing this, Long Qingyun knelt on the ground with a pounce, and knocked three times at the idol in his heart, Yuan Dingtian, a war god in Nanyong.

Yuan Dingtian nodded slightly, stroked the white beard under his jaw, and said with relief: "You and I are both the earthly branches, Lianru, and the fate of the beads, so we can communicate with each other. What you see now is my spiritual consciousness after the victory in Zhuxian Town. I know that my destiny will not last long. So I keep the sword here and wait for those who are destined to be."

Long Qingyun knelt down on the ground and looked up at Yuan Dingtian. While worshiping him, he couldn't help but sigh for the end of a generation of war gods.

Yuan Dingtian seemed to know Long Qingyun’s thoughts, and a brilliance shone through his old eyes and said sternly:

"The earthly branch Lian Ru, Guan Ru Lianzhu, is born with a talent for generals, but his great achievements are shocked by the emperor and is afraid of the emperor. The military immortal Han Xin and I are both like this. I hope you can break this curse, but Zhan Lu Sword knows loyal ministers and good generals. As the master of Zhan Lu Sword, you must not commit rebellion, and be sure to avoid it!"

Long Qingyun said sternly: "Abide by General Yuan's teachings!"

Yuan Dingtian showed a kind and kind smile on his face, and said earnestly: "The Central Plains is the place where my Chinese civilization originates. As the master of Zhanlu Sword, restoring the Central Plains is your sacred mission."

Long Qingyun nodded repeatedly. Yuan Dingtian stretched out his right hand, and Zhan Lu Jian suddenly came to his hand.

Yuan Dingtian's old face showed a hint of sternness and said:

"Whether it is using a sword or a soldier, you must remember the sixteen-character true secret: the soldier has no constant momentum, the water has no constant form, the wonderful use lies in one mind, OK, this is all over the word, you and I will meet again if you are destined to be together." After saying that, the illusion entered the Zhanlu sword as a ray of light.

Suddenly!

Zhanlu's sword rose into the air, jumped seven or eight feet high, and suddenly swooped down.

"Bang!" said.

Zhanlu sword penetrated into Mansha Lake, and a wave appeared in the center of the lake, and disappeared suddenly.

Long Qingyun calmed down, and the locust tree leaves all over the sky fell one after another. Mo Zhixuan and the other four stood opposite him and looked at him in a daze, with surprise on their faces.

Long Qingyun shuddered and rubbed his eyes.

I just met Yuan Dingtian.
Chapter completed!