After 300 years of retreat, the system is activated?

Bluestone City, outside the Luo family.

Mo Qiu was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

His eyes were closed tightly, and there was no expression on his face.

Suddenly, Mo Qiu's ears moved slightly.

He heard a faint sound of footsteps, slowly resounding from the Luo family land.

"someone is coming......"

Mo Qiu slowly opened his eyes, staring ahead calmly.

I saw a man with white hair and beard, dressed in white.

Around his waist was an old man with a long sword that was purple in color, even so purple that it was a bit strange.

At this moment, he is slowly walking out of the Luo family land.

And as the old man approached constantly.

The fourth-grade spiritual sword on his waist, the Qinghong Sword.

Suddenly, he trembled.

【嗡......】

Feeling the slight vibration of the Qinghong sword at his waist, Mo Qiu couldn't help frowning slightly.

The reason why the spirit sword can be called a spirit sword.

The main reason is that there is a spirit in the sword.

Sword spirits can feel many things that humans cannot.

And the shaking of the Qinghong sword just now seemed a little unusual.

It's not like the shaking caused by excitement, but more like fear...

This caused the spirit sword to tremble slightly.

"Is he the ancestor of the Luo family?"

"The cultivation level of Ningying First Layer Heaven Realm?"

Mo Qiu squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the old man who kept walking towards him.

The look in his eyes is constantly changing.

From the first moment he saw Luo Jiuge, Mo Qiu's proud intuition reappeared again.

Run, or...die! ! !

This is his intuition, telling him the answer.

However, what made Mo Qiu extremely puzzled was.

The person in front of him is clearly just a cultivator in the realm of congealing an infant in the first layer of heaven.

No matter how strong the combat power is, what qualifications does that person have to threaten a real person like him who is in the third heaven of congealing infant?

Therefore, Mo Qiu's heart gradually began to waver.

For the first time in his life he began to doubt.

Whether your intuition is wrong.

......

After approaching a certain distance.

Finally, Luo Jiuge stopped.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked calmly at Mo Qiu, one of the two great masters of the Clear Water Sword Sect.

At this moment, Mo Qiu also squinted his eyes slightly.

He stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

For a moment, the two fell into a strange and extremely calm.

Still, it's calm here.

It would be better to say that this is the eve of the storm.

"If I were you, I would escape from this place as quickly as possible."

Looking at Mo Qiu in front of him, Luo Jiuge suddenly spoke.

"Escape from here???"

Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, he didn't understand what Luo Jiuge said.

"In a moment, you will understand..."

Looking at the doubt and incomprehension in Mo Qiu's eyes, Luo Jiuge said calmly.

And after his voice fell, he slowly stretched out his right hand.

Spreading his five fingers, he tightly grasped the purplish long sword tied around his waist, which even looked a little strange.

【Clang...】

The sound of the long sword rubbing against the scabbard slowly sounded.

And then, the purple long sword was pulled out inch by inch.

There is a deadly breath that is so thick that the color is a little black.

Suddenly, it filled the void.

[Boom...]

【Bang bang...】

[Bang bang bang...]

As the breath of death filled the air, Mo Qiu's heartbeat suddenly began to speed up.

And as time passed, the speed of his heartbeat continued to increase.

Fear, hopelessness, and a feeling of suffocation.

It kept echoing in Mo Qiu's mind.

"I...will die here?!!"

His keen intuition reminded him once again extremely strongly.

Run, or you will die.

However, even if Mo Qiu wants to run now, his body is already out of control.

It seemed to be affected by the blackened dead silence in the void.

Except that his brain and eyes can still turn.

His body was no longer under his control.

"How did this happen? Why did this happen?"

"what is this???"

Mo Qiu roared in his heart.

His eyes were wide open, and his face was trembling slightly.

At this moment, he already had some regrets.

He regrets not choosing to trust his instincts.

"I really......"

"Are you going to die???"

Mo Qiu looked at the long sword, which was pulled out inch by inch.

On his forehead, a little sweat could not help but drip.

He frantically wanted to regain control of his body.

Just, no matter how hard he tried.

His body was still motionless.

It was like a body without an owner, standing there blankly.

......

【Clang! ! ! 】

The sound of the long sword and scabbard sounded again.

Finally, the purple-colored, eerie long sword... was unsheathed.

The purple long sword is about three feet six inches long.

On the long sword, some mysterious imprints were vaguely engraved.

The imprint seems to have the effect of intimidating the soul.

It also seems to be able to suppress people's strength infinitely.

In front of that long sword, the vast majority of monks can't even display half of their strength.

"Three types of annihilation, the first type, and death!!!"

A cold and emotionless voice sounded slowly.

What is death?Extinguishing the vitality of all living beings is the extinction of life.

Under the blessing of Miesheng Yishi and the magic sword Annihilation.

Luo Jiuge can leapfrog the enemy very easily.

"I can't move, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Mo Qiu watched the long sword unsheathed, and watched the deadly silence around him grow stronger.

Looking at the long sword, it kept attacking his head.

His pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly.

"Am I really going to die here?"

Mo Qiu asked himself in his heart.

Don't want to die, he really doesn't want to die.

Since he stepped into the practice world, he has worked hard day and night.

He has killed countless people.

His talent, though not the most prominent.

But he was always able to survive in critical moments.

Thus, hundreds of years passed.

He became one of the only two real people in the Clear Water Sword Sect.

He finally enjoyed the status brought to him by great strength, as well as the respect of others.

On days like this, he doesn't want to give up.

He really didn't want to just give up.

So, is he really going to die here? ? ?

No, he doesn't want to die.

At least he didn't want to die here so uselessly.

......

With half a foot already in hell, life and death are at stake.

Mo Qiu finally broke through the influence of that death breath.

He successfully regained control of his body.

It's just that at this time, the long sword with a purple color is a bit strange.

Already suspended above his head.

Moreover, it was only the last twenty centimeters away from his position.

"Essence blood, burn!!!"

Under the situation of certain death, Mo Qiu chose to burn the essence and blood of his whole body.

His body is also at this moment.

Moved slightly to the left for a moment.

【puff......】

The sound of flesh and blood colliding with the long sword suddenly sounded.

A right arm slowly fell to the ground.

Bright red and hot blood spattered out.

A shrill scream followed.

It hurts, it really hurts.

What Mo Qiu is suffering now is not just the ordinary pain of a broken arm.

Under the influence of that dead breath, the pain he endured was hundreds or even thousands of times higher than the pain of a normal broken arm.

But even so, Mo Qiu did not stop his footsteps.

He frantically ran towards the distance.

In just an instant, he disappeared in Qingshi City.

Similarly, it also disappeared from Luo Jiuge's sight.