Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 1998: Sword Pavilion Fourth Floor Three Swords Style

"It looks like it's going to snow."

As the saying goes, you can tell the weather by looking at the clouds. After a moment, Fu Qian finally withdrew his gaze from the cloudless sky and exclaimed to himself.

Of course, the logic behind this is undoubtedly mind-blowing.

For example, when old man Weilon was watching from behind, he could feel the heavy mood of the other party without turning back.

But Fu Qian still turned back.

For a demigod, such a distance was not enough to prevent him from hearing the exclamation just now.

You can see that old man Weilon looked solemn, but he finally restrained himself and did not show any doubt.

It is obvious that after experiencing many vicissitudes of life, he has summed up the experience of life, that is, silence is golden when facing the temporary speaker of Apocalypse.

Even if the other party opens his mouth, you should think twice before answering——

Unfortunately, Professor Fu also didn't seem to want to say anything, instead he used body language.

His gaze did not linger on old man Weilon for a moment. With a crisp sound, Fu Qian's arm stretched out and slapped a window behind him, breaking it.

This magnificent and majestic building instantly followed in the footsteps of Shanzhuyuan.

stab-

Professor Fu didn't even stop his movements. He reached his arm inside and exerted force. When he pulled it back, he had already pulled down the dark brown, luxurious and heavy-looking curtain.

He draped it over his body skillfully and wrapped it around his hands to cover the bloody clothes. Fu Qian didn't even glance at the messy scene behind him and just walked away.

And this time, there were undoubtedly more people watching.

Apart from old man Veron and the few eyes that initially attracted attention, many of the elites of the columbarium who were attracted by the sound only had time to catch a glimpse of a tall figure.

No one tried to stop it, and one could even hear old man Weilon coldly scolding people to go back.

Today's columbarium is obviously very generous.

……

"Professor Fu, would you like to go in and take a look today?"

Although the clothes are strange, overall they are not as eye-catching as the original blood-stained clothes.

Fu Qian was not in a hurry to return to the laboratory, but continued to wander around the academy on that winter afternoon.

Soon, a building that looked more familiar than the columbarium appeared before our eyes.

Jiange.

The terraces and eaves stand quietly, and it is still a long way from the annual open day, but the gatekeeper's expression is still serious.

He stared at the strangely dressed man walking towards him and recognized him before he got close. The next moment, with a mixture of surprise and respect, the gatekeeper took the initiative to greet Professor Fu.

He even asked if he wanted to go to the forbidden area to have a look? Although they were both arrogant, their attitude was quite different from that of the columbarium.

"May I come in?"

Since the other party said this on his own initiative, Fu Qian was just curious.

"Of course you can. Dean Li has specifically instructed that the Sword Pavilion will be open to you at any time in the future."

Professor Fu's tone was so casual that the gatekeeper did not dare to be negligent and answered respectfully.

Oh... look at the layout of the Sword Academy.

Li Weixuan actually specially granted himself such privileges as a person from the outer courtyard. Such an honor is probably rare in the entire academy.

It is obvious that in terms of friendly relations between the academies, the relationship between Tianqi and Canjian Academy is more effective.

After the cast comes back, I can also suggest opening some areas of Apocalypse to the public, if the teachers and students of the Sword Academy don't mind. "Yeah, I'm just about to go in. Please open the door for me."

Regardless of whether they disliked it or not, Fu Qian said that he didn't dislike it and really nodded and stood in front of the door.

……

The dark door opened silently, and the familiar scene and solemn atmosphere instantly hit us.

"Professor Fu can freely enter and exit every floor. Please feel free to call me if you have any questions."

The gatekeeper followed the demeanor of a kendo practitioner and led the person in without any further ado. After specifically stating that there were no restrictions on movement, he quietly retreated.

"Okay, thanks."

With such hospitality, how could Fu Qian lose his composure? He thanked the emperor gently before walking into the depths of the Sword Pavilion, and after a moment, he stood in front of a black sword.

The familiar rugged appearance, but no longer having that alternative feel, it is obvious that it has been replaced with the genuine product and is no longer the previous mushroom sword.

That’s right, it was the one that Professor Rob had secretly operated.

Although the imitation is very lifelike, and even has a unique charm due to the special materials used, it is still lacking in charm compared to the original.

But it's still not what I'm looking for.

Fu Qian continued forward, stepped onto the stairs and came to the second floor... As expected, it was full of dazzling displays and heroic spirit.

Maybe the rank cannot be said to be very high, but it is indeed a reflection of the rich accumulation of "cultivation".

The wording used in the previous sentence is quite strict, because as mentioned earlier, swords are not the only weapon involved.

As he admired the past, Fu Qian couldn't help but recall the glorious days when he was obsessed with swordsmanship and mastered all kinds of magic.

Thinking about it today, it’s hard to bear the past.

click!

The next moment he reached out his hand, took a medium-length straight sword from the pedestal, held it in his hand and examined it carefully.

After confirming that the scarlet hilt matched the color of his new coat, Fu Qian handed it to his other hand with satisfaction, and continued to go upstairs - and picked up another sword.

The principle of selection this time was not because of the color of the hilt, but even though it had long been a collection, the sword body was still as clear as autumn water and could clearly reflect its own image and be used as a mirror.

when!

He threw the box he had been carrying on the way to the ground, took out Ji's incense axe, put it in his mouth and bit it between his teeth, and the remaining two swords were crossed into a cross, forming a shape.

He even maintained this rather shameful scene and reached the top level of Jiange.

……

"Young people do not know the taste of sorrow... and fall in love with Cenlou..."

The Three Swords Style seemed not that easy, but Fu Qian still maintained his amazing momentum and made an inarticulate sound.

It was still empty, and it was obvious that there was no instructor studying here at the Sword Academy today.

But it doesn’t matter, we have the Apocalypse Mentor here.

With an arrogant look on his face, Fu Qian finally changed his posture, pointing his two swords diagonally to both sides, and stretching his arms out, ignoring the many ancient sword skeletons as if they were nothing, as if he was about to start a whirlwind slash -

Amid the chaotic sound of shattering, layers of sword storms were really launched in this sanctuary of the Sword Academy.

Not only were numerous precious collections swept away in an instant, but it also swallowed up everything along the way, tearing the ancient building apart from the inside.

There seemed to be a scream, but it did not stop Fu Qian's hand holding the sword at all - until the next moment the latter disappeared.

Just as the blade touched a tumbling dagger in the chaos, without even making any sound, the weapon in Fu Qian's hand had already dissipated into sand, and was transmitted upwards, engulfing his fingers, palms, arms...

The second-level extraordinary flesh and blood strength was not reflected at all.

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