Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 167 The returnee
The remnants of the ancient battlefield are located in the unnamed forest at the intersection of the West Land and the South Land. It is the closest to the three major sects of Kunlun Mountain, Tanlang Temple, and Gu Yue Dong Tian. Naturally, their disciples arrived first.

But they have been hiding in the forest, and no one has ever entered it first.

Sect members or casual cultivators from other regions also came one after another, and for a moment, the entire Kunlun world's eyes fell on this place.

In late autumn, the world is chilling.

The ruins of ancient battlefields are spread all over a radius of hundreds of miles. Mountains, canyons, and basins can be seen everywhere, and there are signs of desolation and dilapidation everywhere. Even the trees are withered and yellow, but they contain violent energy, which can explode at any time. There were bursts of bursting sounds.

The sky above the entire ruins is filled with a thick gray fog, in which poisonous gas spreads. Even Qianyuan realm practitioners who are in it will be accidentally invaded by the poisonous gas.

From a distance, the ancient battlefield remains are hidden in the deepest part of the nameless forest, like a purgatory that has never seen the sun, which is daunting.

But even so, there are still a large number of practitioners coming here through the forest.

In just over a month, the area around the ancient battlefield ruins was already full of people, but they were just watching from the edge, but no one was the leader and rushed into it first.

The violent energy exploding everywhere in the ruins makes them daunting, and if they are not careful, they will die in it.

Most of the people on the sidelines are practitioners below the Qianyuan Realm, and those high-level practitioners are still hiding and observing the situation in secret.

After all, this trip to the ruins is also a secret contest between the major sects, and no one wants to be the first to reveal their strength.

As time went by, more and more practitioners gathered around the ruins, and the atmosphere became more and more boiling, but still no one took the first step.

Until a certain moment, a person walked out of the crowd. The person had an average appearance and had reached the Huiyang realm. He was not too outstanding.

He ignored the noise around him, stared straight at the vast world in the ruins, shot out with one stride, and rushed straight in.

Everyone's eyes instantly focused on that figure, and the originally fiery atmosphere suddenly became silent.

But this situation only lasted for a moment, and then figures burst out one after another, rushing into the ruins.

The Huiyang Realm cultivator was like an introduction. After him, an overwhelming number of figures rushed out.

After just a few breaths, there were only a dozen figures left on the edge of the ancient battlefield ruins, and they were still watching.

Among them was a young man in a green shirt with a sword on his back and a dull expression.

He is a swordsman.

The blue-shirted swordsman looked calm and stared at the ruins. After a long time, he sighed, with a look of depression on his face.

Why is he alone now?

After leaving Jinggu in Nanlu, another half a year passed. For some reason, he separated from Wu Cangyu and Yuan Che, and went to the Unnamed Forest alone, where he used to live.

He stayed alone for a long time until he heard that the ruins of the ancient battlefield had appeared. He was the closest, so he came to join in the fun, hoping to see a few familiar people.

"Ugh……"

Another long sigh came out, and the swordsman in blue suddenly condensed his eyes.

call out!call out!call out!
There was a sound of breaking wind, and three figures fell to the edge of the ruins, two tall and one short, with wide bamboo hats covering their faces.

The swordsman in green shirt looked at them with a strange feeling.

Among the three, the relatively short one seemed to have sensed the gaze of the swordsman in blue, turned his head slightly to look over, and a voice of surprise came out of his mouth.

Before he had any reaction, he was dragged by the two people beside him and rushed into the ruins.

The blue-clothed swordsman looked at the three figures, his eyes flickered slightly, and when he moved, there was a roar of sword energy, and he also rushed in.

There were only a dozen or so figures left around, and when they saw the swordsman in blue gown leaving, they felt strange, but they still didn't dare to take half a step.

For some reason, the fear deep inside held them back.

The blue-clothed swordsman remembered the gaze under the bamboo hat just now, and he didn't have any hostility, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He shuttled back and forth among the ruins, searching for the figures of the three people, sharpness appeared in his dull eyes, sword lights flickered between his brows, and sword senses began to emanate.

On a mountain top, the blue-clothed swordsman turned around slowly, and looked towards the sky not far away, where there was a gloomy black air passing by, majestic and domineering.

He quickly pulled out the sword behind him, the cold light was colder than the autumn wind.

Zheng!
In an instant, sword energy swept out and blasted towards the dark air.

hum!
The gray and misty sky fluctuated for a moment, and the dark air fell on a mountain not far away.

The black air dissipated, turning into a black robed figure with a black scarf covering his face.

The man lowered his head slightly, confronted the blue-clothed swordsman across the air, and said solemnly, "Why stop me?"

The blue-shirted swordsman stared at him and said, "I don't think people who are ghosts will come to take a share of the pie."

The sword light was strong again, and the cold sword energy rushed out, quickly dispersed, and then gathered again, faintly turning into a "well".

The energy of heaven and earth surged in an instant.

The sword formula of the minor holy art level can be described as overbearing.

The blue-clothed swordsman squeezed the sword seal, and the extremely domineering sword attack blasted at the black-robed figure.

That person's pupils shrank suddenly, obviously he was of the same Huiyang Upper Realm cultivation level, why was his attack so fierce, what kind of sword art is this?

In an instant, he circulated the true energy in his whole body, and his body retreated violently, turning into afterimages. Part of the sword energy in the word "well" fell on him.

A muffled groan came out, and he immediately turned into an afterimage and fled away.

Another part of the sword energy fell on the mountain where he was before, and in an instant, the mountain collapsed and rocks fell.

The blue-clothed swordsman didn't chase after him, he was stunned in place, after spending so long with Tang Ge and Gu Zhiyue, he could naturally recognize the true energy of the heaven-reaching Taoism emanating from the black-robed figure.

"How could this be?"

……

……

Among the desolate and dilapidated ruins, countless figures shuttled through it, all looking for those deeply hidden opportunities.

A young man in gray clothes who looked like a scholar deliberately concealed his whereabouts, appeared and disappeared in a flash, and changed countless positions in less than half an hour.

The sword energy was released, and a faint sword light permeated the surface of the body.

He stood in the hidden place of a certain cliff, fixed his eyes on a mess of rocks in the distance, and said calmly: "Come out."

"Oh, it was discovered so quickly."

Accompanied by a burst of laughter like silver bells, a delicate figure twisted its delicate body and slowly walked out from behind a boulder.

The tube top short skirt is bright red like fire, with an aqua blue spar hanging on the chest, the skin of the whole body is white, the skirt swings gently with the wind, wrapping the buttocks, which makes people feel a bit of reverie.

Especially those two exposed snow-white long legs, smooth as jade, if you are in the crowd, it will definitely make countless men salivate.

The most outstanding thing is that exquisite face like a fairy.

However, the boy in gray was unmoved by all of this.

"As expected of the strongest of the younger generation in Kunlun Mountain, he was able to discover my existence so quickly."

There was a little surprise in the pretty girl's beautiful eyes, and the gray-clothed boy's eyes were as indifferent as water, and his own beauty didn't seem to attract him at all.

The boy in gray said calmly, "Who are you?"

"you guess?"

The delicate girl's voice was soft, and she tapped her fingertips lightly in the void, and suddenly a vortex-like halo of light oscillated along her fingertips.

After a while, she lightly held it with her jade hand, and the circle of light disappeared.

She put her hands behind her waist, her beautiful eyes were flickering, staring at the boy in gray, quite cute.

The boy in gray had a slightly different complexion, and said, "A member of the Qiao family by the East China Sea, are you Qiao Qiao?"

The Qiao family on the East China Sea has no contact with the Kunlun Mountains. It is not clear whether this girl is an enemy or a friend, and she has been following quietly behind her for a long time. The young man in gray has difficulty in judging for a while, so he can only stay vigilant.

"Hehe, I didn't expect me to be so famous."

Qiao Qiao chuckled again, making it difficult for people to be on guard against her, except for the boy in gray.

The gray-clothed boy tilted his head slightly, and said softly, "What are you following me for?"

Qiao Qiao pursed her red lips, with a strange brilliance in her eyes, and said, "I want to see your little uncle, but I can't find him, so I can only come to you."

(End of this chapter)