Rise of Qinglian

He glanced at the red fire crow behind him, gritted his teeth, suddenly changed direction, and flew in another direction, hundreds of feet away in an instant.

"Quack!"

The red fire crow suddenly sped up and chased after him.

In less than ten breaths, the red fire crow was less than three hundred feet away from Wang Qingshan.

The red fire crow opened its mouth and spit out rolling flames. Wherever the flames passed, the void was distorted, as if it could not withstand the high temperature.

The green glass sword in Wang Qingshan's hand shook slightly, and a large piece of green sword energy rolled out, turning into a hundred-foot-long green sword light, slashing towards the red flames.

Boom!

The green sword light was shattered by the red flames, and Wang Qingshan was hundreds of feet away.

After another ten breaths, a thousand-foot peak appeared in front of us. The peak was obscured by a thick fog.

A whistling sound came from behind, hundreds of giant fireballs the size of water tanks came from behind, and a rolling heat wave hit his face.

Boom!

After Wang Qingshan smashed dozens of giant fireballs, he was still hit by more than a dozen giant fireballs, and a sea of ​​red fire drowned Wang Qingshan's figure.

The red fire crow wanted to take other measures. Suddenly, a sharp sword sound came from the peak. The next moment, a seven-color sword energy that was more than a thousand feet long flew out, carrying a heaven-destroying momentum. Slash towards the red fire crow.

The seven-color sword energy instantly arrived in front of the red fire crow at an extremely fast speed.

The red fire crow quickly spurted out billowing flames. The flames were like tissue paper and were smashed into pieces by the seven-color sword energy.

The red fire crow flapped its wings and tried to dodge, but it was too late. Its claws were cut off by the seven-color sword energy, and it was dripping with blood.

You must know that it is a fourth-level demon bird. Even with a magic weapon, it is impossible to cut off its claws with one blow.

The red sea of ​​fire suddenly exploded. Wang Qingshan's aura was sluggish and his face was bloodless, turning into a ray of blue light and flying towards the peak.

Seeing that the prey was about to be captured, the Red Fire Crow naturally would not give up and planned to chase Wang Qingshan. At this moment, a large piece of seven-color sword energy flew out from the peak and slashed at the Red Fire Crow menacingly.

The red fire crow was startled, flapped its wings, turned a corner, and flew in another direction.

As soon as Wang Qingshan approached the peak of fifty feet, a strong suction force suddenly appeared, as if there was an invisible big hand pushing him towards the peak.

Wang Qingshan's expression changed, his body surface glowed brightly, and he wanted to avoid it.

The suction force suddenly increased greatly, and Wang Qingshan's body flew towards the peak uncontrollably.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Qingshan suddenly appeared on a peak filled with flying swords.

The ground is overgrown with weeds, and many flying swords can be seen. Some flying swords only have their hilts left, and some flying swords have auras that are flowing uncertainly.

"This is Sword Peak!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. Sword Peak is a dojo for swords. Generally speaking, big forces will build a Sword Peak to train their younger generations.

It is easy to build a sword peak, but it is more difficult to form its power. First, a large number of flying swords are needed, and secondly, it takes hundreds or thousands of years of accumulation before the sword peak can form its power.

The Wang family also established the Sword Peak, but after more than a hundred years, it has not yet developed its power. There are thousands of flying swords of various kinds, most of which are magic weapon-level flying swords, and a few are magic weapon-level flying swords.

At the same time as Wang Qingshan appeared, a gust of wind blew by, and the sound of swords was loud. The flying swords stuck on the ground shook one after another, making clear sounds of swords.

"Isn't Zhenren Jinyue a weapon refiner? When did he become a sword cultivator?"

Wang Qingshan said to himself, with an incredible expression on his face.

Considering that the fourth-level demon bird might still be wandering around, Wang Qingshan did not leave immediately. He sat down cross-legged, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a blue pill, took it, and meditated to adjust his breath.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan's pale face returned to rosy.

He stood up and looked around.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, some flying swords were rusty, vines were crawling on the swords, and there was a large area of ​​broken metal on the ground.

Wang Qingshan pulled out a rusty long sword, and the pattern on the hilt was blurred.

He inserted the sword back into its original position and walked towards the mountain.

Along the way, he saw a large number of flying swords. These flying swords had different shapes, including magic weapons and magic weapons.

Wang Qingshan murmured in his heart: "Isn't this the seat of Jinyue Zhenren's cave, but the site of a great sect of cultivators? Who would build a sword peak in the seat of cave?"

With this question in mind, he walked up the mountain.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan arrived halfway up the mountain, and his expression became solemn.

He always felt that there was something on the mountain calling him. This was the first time this happened.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath and walked forward.

A sharp sword cry sounded, and colorful sword energy flew out from the mountain, weaving into a huge sword net and covering Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword energy rushed out of Wang Qingshan, and the green glass sword in his hand slashed into the void. A large piece of sharp green sword energy rolled out and slashed at the incoming sword net.

Boom!

The sword net was shattered by the green sword energy, and the air waves billowed.

Wang Qingshan walked up the mountain. The flying sword inserted in the ground released a large amount of sword energy from time to time, hitting Wang Qingshan, but Wang Qingshan easily resolved it.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qingshan appeared in a huge bluestone square.

In the center of the square, there is a blue stone platform more than ten feet long. On the stone platform is a green flying sword. The hilt of the green flying sword is carved with a lotus pattern. The stone platform is surrounded by thirty-six thick blue stone pillars. Each of the blue stone pillars is engraved with a flying sword, and the thirty-six flying swords have different shapes.

A tall old man in a golden shirt stood on the blue stone platform. He was sweating profusely and his face was slightly pale.

"Who is hiding where? Get out of here."

Wang Qingshan's face turned cold, and the green glass sword in his hand made a clear sword sound, and a large piece of green sword energy swept out and slashed towards a certain void.

The yellow light flashed, and a large piece of yellow light flew out, blocking the green sword energy, revealing a graceful young woman in a yellow skirt and a middle-aged man with a strong back and a strong waist.

If Wang Qingshan's spiritual consciousness had not been powerful, he might have been ambushed by them.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't get me wrong. We have no other intentions. We thought we were enemies."

The young woman in the yellow dress said with a smile, they had seen Wang Qingshan's strength with their own eyes, and even if there were three of them, they did not dare to say that they could kill Wang Qingshan.

They are not as good as Wang Qingshan. With three Nascent Soul cultivators behind him, Wang Qingshan must have a trump card.

"Enemy? Humph, this sword is destined to me, you go! I can pretend that nothing has happened."

Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice, staring at the cyan flying sword.

He now understands that this sword peak is to cultivate this flying sword. Through the power of the formation, it absorbs the sword energy of other flying swords and refines it into this flying sword. Look at the amazing spiritual energy it emits. The flying sword is already a spiritual treasure.

The power of magic weapons is divided from low to high into ordinary magic weapons, ancient treasures, spiritual treasures, and heaven-reaching spiritual treasures. The flying sword in front of you is already a spiritual treasure, and even Nascent Soul monks want to take it for themselves.

The two young women in yellow skirts hid themselves and made it clear that they had evil intentions. Wang Qingshan did not want to go on a killing spree.

"Are we destined to be with you? Fellow Daoist Wang, everything comes first and then ends. What you did is going too far to deceive others."

The young woman in the yellow skirt said with a cold face that for a spiritual treasure, she would rather fight Wang Qingshan. Two fists are difficult to defeat four people. Wang Qingshan is only one person, so she does not believe that Wang Qingshan can kill three of them.