Waterfront in the Wilderness is Immortal

Chapter 145 The Battle of the Ancient Times
Rewind the time from two days ago to now.

Looking at the falling icicles all over the sky, Qingchen smiled lightly, continued to walk with the sword, and rushed towards the end of the second floor at a high speed.

Although Dongyou and Shangxie attracted half of the black-clothed guards on the second floor, half of the black-clothed guards still stood firm and defended against all outsiders. It should have faded away, almost inaudible, and it will be a matter of time before some black-clothed Xuanwei return.

Even if Dongyou was plotted and let him continue to entangle and kill with the black-clothed Xuanwei, Qingchen never expected to rely on others to pass the level. He believes in relying on himself for everything. He has a strong mind and a tenacious temperament, so that he can have the powerful strength to crush all incoming enemies and push all kinds of opponents across the board.

In the Daze of the Grassland, Qingchen danced with a Qingmeng Excalibur that was watertight, like a tiger and a tiger, and a shadowless Excalibur appeared and disappeared. He rushed all the way to kill the black-clothed Xuanwei that he encountered. Qingmeng Sword Intent was urged to the extreme by him, extremely dazzling, as vigorous as the scorching sun, and all opponents had nowhere to hide under the exposure.

Black rocks and strange peaks, Qingchen travels all the way, except for thousands of miles of yellow sand and grasslands, the third scenery that stretches thousands of miles, surrounded by black rocks, giant peaks stand tall, thousands of meters of black rocks and rocks can be seen everywhere, and the eyes are dark. One piece, adding a bit of gloom and darkness, although it is a peak, it is actually almost the same as a mountain range.

"Cough! Da Luo Fentian swordsmanship!"

Here, Qingchen suffered the biggest crisis since he entered the Palace of Inheritance. He was blocked by five or six black-clothed mysterious guards with almost the same strength. He was severely injured, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and coughing up blood. , Pain into the bone marrow, really uncomfortable.

The clay figurine is still somewhat fiery, not to mention Qingchen who already practiced the way of swordsmanship, the way of water and years of practice, although Qingchen's temperament is a little more gentle and kind, but there should be hatred, rebelliousness and kindness in his bones. Not only has the blood nature not been wiped out, but it is dormant in the depths of the heart, ready to go out. Moreover, although the water is soft and silent, there is still the fury of the stormy waves. Once touched, it will hurt profusely and penetrate the heart.

Soldiers who have recharged their energy and energy are provoked and will definitely deal a head-on blow to the enemy.Qingchen is like an ancient ferocious beast that has been irritated, with awe-inspiring killing intent and full of evil aura. While invoking Sanguang Shenshui to nourish the body, he frantically fought against the black-clothed Xuanwei and fought fiercely.

Water and fire are entwined, cold and hot power flow, mutual generation and restraint, strangling all things, Daluo Fentian swordsmanship is inconceivably mastered by Qingchen at this stage, almost mastered, covering a group of black-clothed profound guards, constantly killing and obliterating .

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The sound of shouting and killing was loud, the black-clothed Xuanwei roared, and the black long knife in his hand was flickering with black light. Enter, the other way takes advantage of the situation to attack, and the black knife cuts across the sky. Wherever it passes, a void passageway densely covered with cracks is opened up by a tyrannical force, and with endless killing intent, it cuts towards Qingchen, between Xuanwei and Xuanwei. The division of labor is clear, the cooperation is seamless, and the cooperation is full of tacit understanding.

"Die!"

The sudden increase in pressure made Qingchen frowned, his hands kept moving, and with a thought, the Chishui Divine Sword suddenly appeared, and the four-pole swordsmanship immediately unfolded. Under the blessing of the sword, the power increased to an unimaginable level. With a single strike, the attack of the black-clothed Xuanwei suddenly melted away, and the power continued to kill the black-clothed Xuanwei.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Qingchen holds a sword in each hand, Daluo Fentian swordsmanship and Siji swordsmanship, two peerless swordsmanship supernatural powers are exerted at the same time, the power is shocking, the black-clothed Xuanwei only resisted for a moment, and was wiped out by the violent force of water and fire Clean, even the power of resurrection in the body is exhausted, completely dissipating from this world, like other Xuanwei who died under Qingchen's sword, loyally guarding this area when life ends and depression, not to stir up dust , without leaving a name.

Qingchen didn't sympathize with them too much, and he didn't have time to lament or be sentimental. Things with fate like black-clothed Xuanwei are like crucian carp crossing the river among all living beings. You can look at it calmly and normally, not to mention that Qingchen is the chief culprit that caused their tragedy.

The creatures in this world are already fighting for crossing. In three thousand worlds, three thousand are fighting for crossing. What they strive for is nothing more than a better survival. Instinctive survival awareness.

A group of ascetics who have transcended the level of life have just crossed the shackles of the highest level of original mind, standing on a higher starting point, and have a new pursuit, a new alternative survival sustenance.

Standing tall and looking far, although a cultivator is above thousands of living beings, since the desire of the heart still exists, he is only a further step of evolution in the final analysis, and the way he pursues is nothing more than a higher level of transformation of life
No matter what kind of pursuit and struggle, the long river of time flowing precariously in the medium of life always occupies the first place in the hearts of living beings. Whether you admit it or not, this is the fact.

This principle also applies to Qing Chen.

After dealing with the black-clothed Xuanwei in front of him, and recovering from the injuries on his body under the nourishment of Sanguang Shenshui, Qingchen sorted out the gains and losses of this battle, and after reflecting on himself, he rushed to other regions non-stop, hoping to recover as soon as possible. Reach the end of the second floor and enter the third floor as soon as possible to seize the opportunity.

Ten years later, in the ancient caves of thousands of miles, Qingchen held three swords with one thought, the divine light of Qingmeng lasted forever, the shadowless swordsmanship appeared and disappeared, and there was no trace to be found. , beheaded seven black-clothed Xuanwei with their seriously injured bodies.

Thirty years later, in the snowfield of thousands of miles, Qingchen used the Qingmeng Excalibur, Chishui Excalibur and the Heiyan Excalibur and Zilian Lingjian captured in the land of gods and demons as the main ones, and set up the Great Five Elements and Nine Palaces Sword Formation to seal the sky and lock the earth. , which lasted three years, with the help of the power of the big formation, dozens of black-clothed Xuanwei were beheaded to death in the ice field.

90 years later, hundreds of black-clothed mysterious guards guarded the Obscure Forest, which was only tens of thousands of miles away from the end of the second floor, and met Qingchen on a narrow road.

Da Luo Fen Tian Swordsmanship
Four pole fencing
Three Secrets of Water
double dragon fight

Nirvana Sword Intent
Extreme Cold Sword Intent
Qingchen went all out, and spent several years fighting fiercely with Xuanwei, fighting until bleeding, fighting to the point of madness, without a single stop for several years, decisive in every move, fighting almost became instinctive.

endless war
Time flies, like passing water, a hundred years later, wearing a blue dress, stepping forward, calm and powerful yet ethereal, rendering a different kind of charm, Qingchen stepped on the only end of the second floor of the inheritance hall, in his eyes A sense of vicissitudes and loneliness washed away.

A hundred years of endless fighting has finally come to an end as he wished. After a hundred years of fighting, Qingchen's combat power has steadily improved year after year, the use of mana has become more and more exquisite, and his fighting skills have advanced by leaps and bounds, exponentially increasing.

But Qingchen's greatest achievement in the past century is that his mentality has become more peaceful. Falling down the cloud platform, the supreme killing god who exterminates demons and immortals, between movements and stillness, the Taoism is divided and turned, which is justified and in line with the way.

The jade-white sacrificial altar stands in this clean place for miles, Qingchen walked in, and was about to take some action, when a familiar call interrupted his next steps.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay!"

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