Max-Level Comprehension – Face The Wall For 80 Years

Li Qingshan looked at the stone tablet in front of him, and his heart was full of doubts.

I just saw the name of the old calendar thousand-year-old sword god in the book. I didn't expect him to be in this sea-like forest of monuments. Li Qingshan watched intently.

There is only one sentence in the book about the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar. What was his life like? Is he from the Ascension Sect? Li Qingshan's mind was full of doubts.

The words that appeared in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, and a sword technique appeared in his mind.

Cut the sky and draw the sword.

This sword technique is very mysterious, Li Qingshan suppressed his doubts and understood this technique wholeheartedly.

His body was boiling with zhenqi, and he moved according to the technique of slashing the sky and drawing a sword, slowly condensing a small sword.

Sword embryo of cutting the sky and drawing the sword.

Right in front of this stone monument, Li Qingshan meditated cross-legged, using his fingers as a sword, and slowly gestured.

There are strands of sword energy erupting at the fingertips, like a dragon, turning with the movement of the sword finger.

Slashing the sky and drawing the sword, Li Qingshan gradually entered.

The more he practiced, the more he felt that this swordsmanship was unfathomable.

The power of the sword slashing from the sky surpasses the sword qi of the big river. Li Qingshan made a comparison in his heart and determined that Wu Shaobai's sword qi of the big river was not as advanced as the sword qi of the sword.

Of course this is also the reason of the times.

Wu Shaobai was a man from more than 40 years ago, while the Sword God who lived for a thousand years in the old calendar was a master from three thousand years ago.

In that era, saints can break through, not the shackles of the world, so it is reasonable to cut the sky and draw the sword.

As he gradually cultivated and penetrated into the core of the sword-cutting technique, all the true energy in Li Qingshan poured into the sword embryo of the sword-cutting technique.

The sword embryo trembled slightly.

Boom.

The sword embryo in Li Qingshan's body had a subtle chemical reaction with the stone tablet in front of him. The world in front of him suddenly changed, like a dream, he saw the world three thousand years ago.

This is... the world in the monument!

Li Qingshan said in surprise.

Just as he understood Wu Shaobai's stone tablet before, he saw the clues of Wu Shaobai back then.

Now he saw the life picture of the thousand-year-old sword god three thousand years ago.

Three thousand years ago, the world was night.

The stars are like splendor, sprinkled on the world, and the flowers all over the mountains and plains are swaying under the evening wind, and they are covered with starlight, which is very beautiful.

Under the moonlight, Li Qingshan saw a middle-aged man with a sword hanging from his waist, wearing a green robe, with a lazy and unrestrained temperament.

He took the jug, sip after sip.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen corpses, all killed in one blow.

Even in death, Li Qingshan could sense the heavy aura emanating from these corpses, far exceeding the realm of venerable.

They are all masters who broke the threshold of the world three thousand years later and broke through the realm of saints.

However, under the hands of the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar, a single blow was fatal.

In order to prevent others from surpassing you, you told a huge lie, deceived the world, killed countless masters, cast a great formation with their lives, cultivation, and blood, imprisoned the world's avenue, and cut off the cultivation of the world. You are really scary. The thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar looked up at the starry sky and said coldly.

There was no one in front of him, or he was talking to [Tian].

boom!

In the calm and cloudless night sky, dark clouds suddenly surged and the wind howled, condensing into a big face.

I have imprisoned the world's avenues, using the ancient formations to match the righteous path and the magic path, and the blood of countless masters will gradually become obscure. They can't be broken.

Without the peerless powerhouse who can step through the mountains and rivers at every turn, carry the mountains and chase the moon, there will be a lot less battles in this world. I am doing good deeds. Why are you so hostile to me?

This big face had a rumbling voice, like thunder, telling his actions.

Li Qingshan's eyes widened, looking at the dialogue between the thousand-year-old sword god and the mysterious man in front of him, and then he realized why after three thousand years, the Dao of the human world would be so obscure, gradually turning the realm of a saint into a milestone in the world.

It turned out that someone used the ancient formation, plus the lives and blood of countless masters to block the World Avenue.

You sealed the Great Dao because you were afraid that someone would surpass you, so that there will be no more threats to you in the human world in the future. This is your main purpose. The thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar frowned and said coldly. .

I am willing to come down and talk to you well. You should feel fortunate that it is a fact that the Great Way of the World has been sealed, and you can't change it. The mysterious man said indifferently.

Can't you change it? I don't understand! The corner of the old calendar's thousand-year-old Sword God's mouth twitched. He looked at the mysterious man with a half-smile.

I think it can be changed! The Old Calendar Millennium Sword God said seriously, his hand resting on the long sword around his waist, ready to go.

What do you want to do? The mysterious man's huge face with clouds condensed with anger.

It's time to eat and eat, it's time to wash the dishes, and whatever you need to do, you have to do it every day.

You have ruined the future of this world for your own selfishness. Later, people can no longer reach a state like ours. This is a kind of sadness.

Today I will cut you with a sword!

The thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar drew out his long sword.

The breath of the long sword was slightly cold, with a coldness, the sword body was like a gentleman, not stained with rust, and he was holding it in his hand.

boom!

In the next second, the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar released his sword.

This sword is unparalleled in the world, bringing with it the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar, the extremely dazzling strike turned into a ferocious impact.

Above the high sky, the face condensed by the dark clouds was instantly blasted away, and the sword cut directly into the depths of the sky, like a galaxy hanging down, boundless.

At this moment, Li Qingshan looked at it, and above the sky, there was a click.

The next second, this sword slashed on the ancient great formation set up by the human powerhouse.

The big array shook, and even when this side moved, the world shook.

Mad, you are a total lunatic!

An angry shout came from the depths of the sky.

You burnt everything you have, put your soul into it, forcibly raised your realm, and cut out this sword, so what? You only cut off half of my soul, you didn't break this great formation, you didn't Here's your chance.

When the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar heard this, he laughed: I tried my best to cut off half of your primordial spirit, and the fight trembled and cracks appeared. In the next time, you will definitely fall into a deep sleep, I believe that in the future time In the middle, there will be a person who will break this ancient formation, bring the avenue back to the world again, and let the spiritual energy spread to the world.

Impossible, the world of saints will not come out in the future. Even if I sleep for thousands of years, no one can break this ancient formation! High in the sky, the mysterious supreme power roared.

I believe someone can do it. The thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar no longer argued with him, but turned around, looked in the direction of Li Qingshan, and nodded slightly.

Afterwards, his body turned into little stars, and when the wind blew, it rose with the wind.

Everything of the thousand-year-old sword god of the old calendar was burned in the sword just now, and after it was cut out, he would fall.

But he doesn't regret it.

Li Qingshan's vision collapsed, and he returned to the real world.

He was still meditating in front of the stone tablet of Siguoya, and in a short time, it seemed like a lifetime.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

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