Ling Jianqiu gently placed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

For most swordsmen, after making this move, the next step is to draw the sword. But Ling Jianqiu is different. After holding the hilt of the sword, he slowly closed his eyes.

Only the pale white light flowing on the hilt of the sword shows that he is not still.

"This technique is the Sword Heart Art!" Hua Yingxiu pondered in a low voice.

"Mo Jinshu sent me a message twelve years ago, saying that he had accepted two little disciples, one passed the sword meridian technique and the other passed the sword heart technique. And Ling Jianqiu just said that he was originally coming to reminisce about his master. Could it be that he was the one who passed the sword heart technique?" Fu Xiang said with great care, and at the same time he silently transported his true energy to his fingertips.

Deep in the cave, thousands of swords were roaring loudly.

"Xizhou is thousands of miles away from this place." Ling Jianqiu suddenly said.

Fu Xiang suddenly looked up and looked at Ling Jianqiu.

The sword light suddenly rose and lingered in the scabbard.

The soft raindrops were blown by the sword wind.

"The geese send love, and the fish passes the ruler. Even if it is thousands of miles apart, there are letters. It seems that you have a good relationship with your master." Ling Jianqiu smiled softly, "For the sake of the master, I will not completely unsheath the sword."

"You!" Fu Xiang glared. No matter how plain Ling Jianqiu's tone was, it felt unquestionable. As long as he said this, it would be enough to make people angry.

In a duel between swordsmen, how can there be no reason not to draw a sword?

Even if a martial arts master who has been famous for a long time, he has to draw his sword when he meets a young sword-holding junior. Because not drawing a sword is not only a disrespect for his opponent, but also a blasphemy for his sword-do.

Logically speaking, Ling Jianqiu is a junior, so how could he say this in front of his senior? What's more, this "senior" is still the five swords of the past. He has the deepest attainments in the swordsmanship in the world and is also one of the five people closest to the immortal path!

But what Fu Xiang didn't know was that Ling Jianqiu didn't think so much at all.

He just deducted the murderous intent in his heart.

"Be unrestrained!" Fu Xiang hurriedly protected Hua Yingxiu behind him, and his white hair soaked in the rain danced wildly in chaos, with a cold light in his deep eyes.

The swords in the cave are all ready to move.

At this moment, Ling Jianqiu opened his eyes gently.

There is only pure silence in the eyes.

"What kind of person is Yan Fuxiang, the smiley sword?" Luo Feiyu couldn't help asking Gongsun Shilian on the mountain road.

"I created the lonely sword formation, that is, one person can form a single sword, and used this sword technique to establish the Tingyu Sect, which stood in Quandu for decades without falling. Later, I broke into Wudang alone to discuss swords with Yin Yin Sanren, and at the time of life and death, he alone caused a hundred swordsmanship to come to Wudang to form a sword tide, breaking the eleven thunder swords in Zixiao, creating a legend." Gongsun Shilan held an umbrella and said softly.

"Since he is so strong, why do he and his wife live in this deep forest?" Luo Feiyu turned his head and looked at it, and found that there was nothing else in the mountain except for lush grass and trees.

"I heard from Senior Hua that the couple seemed to have a good relationship with Jianzu and his wife, but they had also been suffering from the search for the celestial guards back then, so there must be some hidden feelings in this." Gongsun Shilan smiled sweetly, "As for why they live here, think about it, don't your master also live on a deserted Loulan ruins?"

"It seems to be." Luo Feiyu nodded.

"That was their own choice, either for atonement or for the overall situation." Gongsun Shilan tilted the umbrella slightly and looked up at the sky. "The same was true for my mother to leave the Sword Artillery Building back then."

"Rain drops come to me!" Luo Feiyu was about to continue saying something, but suddenly a burst of sword energy moved his whole body. He turned around and looked back-

"Originally, I wanted to kill you." Ling Jianqiu slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the surrounding plants and trees suddenly moved.

At this time, the rain suddenly sucked.

No sword in the cave flew out of the hole. When it flew into the winery, it suddenly fell to the ground and stopped moving forward.

Fu Xiang's hair fell down, and the cold light in his eyes also dissipated, looking at the sky empty and unconsciously.

At this moment, he didn't need the shaking candlelight to set off. As long as an ordinary person glanced at him, he could know that this was an old man in his twilight years.

"Old man, old man!" Even though Hua Yingxiu was a martial arts master who had experienced many storms and waves, she seemed at a loss in the face of the current incident. She pulled Fu Xiang's arm in great panic, trying to wake him up, and tears burst out from her eyes.

"It's blunt." Xie Wensheng, who was sitting on the cave, just took a look and came to a conclusion.

Fu Xiang, who had been in the world for decades, had a lonely mountain and faintly saw the bright moon realm.

Ling Jianqiu looked back at Mu Kexin and walked down the mountain.

"Mr. Xie, please save him!" Hua Yingxiu suddenly wanted to kneel down and beg, but was supported by Mu Kexin.

"Save him? Then I'll save him." Xie Wensheng said casually, then shouted at Fu Xiang, "Stop pretending."

"It seems that I can't hide it from Mr. Xie. Then I won't pretend." Fu Xiang, who was originally old and declining, suddenly grinned.

"Old man, you!" Hua Yingxiu was stunned and cursed: "How dare you lie to me!"

"In fact, even if you don't die, you're almost the same as death." Fu Xiang shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"All your skills have been destroyed?" Hua Yingxiu said angrily: "This bastard, you wait, he shouldn't go far. I'll kill him for you!" But she was beaten back by a palm wind just now.

"If he hadn't insisted on raising a sword and drawing the sword when he arrived at that place, you would be a dead person." Xie Wensheng withdrew his palm, "I'd rather see anything else, I'm very accurate about life and death."

"Mr. Xie is right. If you don't practice swords, you will naturally not know the terribleness of the Sword Heart Art." Fu Xiang sat down cross-legged, "Well, the son we should have already made has been prepared and the mission has been achieved. What's the harm of losing all our skills? In this way, the man surnamed Mo would not have shamelessly come to ask a useless person to do his job for him."

"I didn't shy away from me, aren't you afraid that I will kill you accidentally?" Xie Wensheng said quietly.

Fu Xiang was not afraid either, and looked up and smiled, "Mr. Xie, you should understand. The incident from twenty-two years ago should not have ended like that."

Xie Wensheng looked up at the sky, "Why don't I know?"

"So, the person who promotes the final outcome should pay the price." Fu Xiang said coldly.

"Forget it." Xie Wensheng shook his head, "The troubled times are coming again. Do you know that being a doctor in troubled times is very tiring."

"The chaotic times ended because of that woman. The cycle of chaos will eventually ignite again because of that woman. It is just a retribution for the cycle of reincarnation."
Chapter completed!