Thirteen Swords of Qin Shizhi's Desperate Beginning

Time passed slowly, the world of the Seven Kingdoms was full of clouds, martial arts forces, and hundreds of warriors came from the Seven Kingdoms and gathered in Wancheng, Nanyang.

Wancheng is the first capital of China, with perfect water and land transportation. Dayu cast Jiuding, which established the tripod in the world. It was with Wancheng in Henan Province as the capital of the king that he built the Chidao extending to Kyushu.

The well-developed transportation makes it easier and shorter for people from all walks of life to gather in Wancheng.

Time passed day by day, May [-]th was getting closer and closer, the restaurants in Nanyang area were overcrowded, and tens of thousands of people from all walks of life poured in, knights from all walks of life and from all over the world.

There are even some alien races in northern Sai, hundreds of thousands of Dashan barbarians, and the descendants of Western dog soldiers who happened to travel to the Central Plains also came here after hearing the news.

On May [-]th, Li Changqing left his camp and found a place to sit on top of a mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the fashionable banshee is carrying a sword box and standing as a guardian, her beautiful eyes are quietly watching Li Changqing's self-cultivating figure.

Wearing a green shirt, sitting cross-legged, the innate Qiankun Gong works, extracts and refines the essence of the sun and the moon, absorbs the aura of heaven and earth, and comprehends the way of nature and the way of mountains and rivers.

The mountains are continuous and the Yellow River is rolling.

Li Changqing sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, meditating with his eyes closed, drank the dew of magnolia in the morning, and ate the fallen flowers of autumn chrysanthemum in the evening, and maintained his energy for three consecutive days to adjust his energy and spirit.

The rising sun, noon, sunset, sunset, and the bright moon rising into the sky, reflecting the straight figure in the green shirt on the top of the mountain... Repeatedly, the sun and the moon flow.

Three days passed in a flash.

May [-]th, at sunset.The mother and daughter of Zi Nu, Chao Banshee, Yan Ling Ji, Nong Yu, and Shocking Salamander came to protect the Dharma, and they had already stood on the top of the mountain for a long time.

"Huh—" Li Changqing let out a breath of turbid air, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, clear, deep, bright and clear, without any emotion, as cold as clouds.

All sword energy is restrained, all true energy is restrained, and all qi mechanisms are restrained.

Except for his noble bearing, peerless demeanor, and handsome appearance, everything about Li Changqing became mediocre.

However, this kind of introversion and ordinaryness gives people a mysterious charm of returning to the basics, returning from gorgeousness to tranquility, and containing thousands of atmospheres.

"Go down the mountain!"

Li Changqing said something plainly, swept his body, and quickly descended the mountain.

The girls watched Li Changqing go down the mountain, and Zi Nu asked in surprise, "Changqing... seems to have changed?"

She was in the first level of the Jingdao realm, and she had the deepest knowledge of swordsmanship. She pondered: "Changqing's state of mind seems to have improved again, and her understanding of swordsmanship has reached an unimaginable level."

"At the peak of Changqing Ninth Grade, you can use the fifteen deadly swords. The side effect is that you will be backlashed by the deadly sword, and you will rest for more than half a month."

The startled salamander sighed helplessly: "And I, even if I step into the first level of the realm, I can only use and control the fourteen deadly swords with the comprehension of the kendo realm."

Yan Lingji's beautiful eyes were as light blue as water, and she said: "Peak of the Ninth Rank, first level of the realm, peak of the first level, half a step to the top. Now there is another sublimation of the state of mind, it is hard to imagine, to what extent has Changqing's swordsmanship attainment been improved?"

"Perhaps it is true as what Changqing said. One person singled out Bai Yifei and Xuan Jian. Although it is extremely dangerous, it is definitely not arrogant."

Xiao Ahyan also knew that the atmosphere was different from the past. Today, she didn't act coquettishly or mischievously, but just obediently listened to the conversation of the aunts in her mother's arms.

At this time, the Chao Banshee jumped down the mountain and chased after her: "Sisters, I'll take a step first."

"go!"

Zi Nu, Yan Ling Ji, Mother and Daughter Startled Salamander, Nong Yu, four figures galloped down and left the thousand-foot-high mountain.

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Wancheng, night

The west city of Wancheng, with its majestic and high walls, attracts the attention of all the people from all directions.

There are three people from the Yinyang family, Dongjun, Da Siming, and the right protector Luna.

Dianqing at the armored gate of Daliang, Mei Sanniang is a brother and sister.

Among the crowd, Baiyue Tianze, Hundred Poison King, Exorcist
Quicksand Han Fei, Wei Zhuang, Zhang Liang, Lei Kuang, Liu Feng... Wushuang ghost is still on the sick bed, wounded to the vitals, on the verge of death, at least three months before recovering.

Situ Wanli, the master of Siyue Hall of the farm family and the master of Qianlong Hall in South Korea, also led his subordinates to watch the battle.

……

Rangers from all over the world, various schools of martial arts, hundreds of schools of thought... Jianghu knights with different identities and different school costumes gathered in all directions, waiting for the opening of the war.

bang bang bang... bang bang bang...

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and three thousand white-armored elite riders arrived. A torrent of steel tore apart tens of thousands of people and came under Wancheng.

After the two lieutenant generals Bai Jia and Xue Jia died, Bai Yifei recruited a ninth rank from the disciple family of the Bai Jia army, who led the army and shouted: "Please, Lord!"

Three thousand white-armored elite riders shouted together: "Please, please, please, please, please, Lord Hou!"

Iron-blooded baleful aura, a victorious division, [-] white armored troops can defeat [-] regular infantry, the momentum soars into the sky, resounding through the sky.

Tick, tick...

Wan Lai was silent, a white horse, a strong and powerful horse, with crisp hooves, slowly appeared from the formation of [-] white armored troops. Where the horse's hooves passed, the ground was frozen and covered with black ice.

Tian Ze's eyes were dark and cold: "Blood Yihou!?"

The crowd held their breath and paid attention silently.

"Korean Bloody Marquis, hereditary military achievements, this Bai Yifei, has such a big aura."

A Jianghu Ninth Grade looked dignified, and his sword hand trembled slightly: "The supreme master, the giant of the Jianghu, for some reason, just being caught by him from the corner of the eye, I can't afford the slightest courage to challenge him."

"..."

Tick ​​tick, tick tick... The white horse strode forward, approaching the majestic Wancheng.

The ten-zhang Wancheng is thick and condensed, majestic and majestic.

On the ground, an ice tendril swayed and grew wildly. The ice tendril built a long bridge of black ice, and the white horse of the god horse stepped on it, carrying a bloody coat on the city wall.

On the city wall, dressed in blood, with slender body and long legs, white hair like snow, handsome and stern face, deep and bright eyes looking west, standing calmly.

The ice tendrils retracted and carried the white horse to land in Wancheng.

Bloody Clothes stood against the wind, facing the west.

Everyone looked to the west, and a light and shadow came galloping. It was a sound of true energy, which was as fast as the wind, and the afterimage followed.

Whoosh!
The figure swooped down, the cyan crane wings stretched out, and the true energy wings swayed, soaring upwards.

On the top of Wancheng, a green shirt descended from the sky and stood on a watchtower at the top of the city, facing Bai Yifei far away.

Green shirt and jade gown, face like a crown of jade, carrying a sapphire sword case, tall and slender, standing against the wind, eyes as bright as the moon, and a calm complexion.

Seeing this, all the people in the world were excited.

"It's started, it's about to start!"

"Central Plains sword fairy Li Changqing confronts Central Plains famous general Bai Yifei, a life-and-death contest between two supreme masters, and a swordsmanship fight between two supreme swordsmen."

"Really been waiting!"

"..."

In the vast sky, a full moon hangs high.

On the top of Wancheng, two figures, one in blood and one in blue, faced each other ten feet away.

Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black shadow came in a flash and climbed to the top of the city wall.

A figure in black appeared, stepped on the sentry tower ten feet away with his left foot, waved his right hand, carried a white sword on his shoulder, and naturally drooped a black sword in his left hand.

Dianqing showed murderous intent: "Xuan Jian, it's him!?"

Someone exclaimed: "Luo Wang Tian Zi first-class killer Hei Hei Xuan Jian, why did this person come here?"

Many people had grievances with Luo Wang, and naturally they also had grievances with Xuan Jian. Some people were afraid, some dared not speak out, and some cursed.

Han Fei came out and said loudly: "My friends in martial arts, tonight's battle, sword fairy Li Changqing is going to challenge Bai Yifei and Xuan Jian, one against two."

public uproar
"what!?"

"This... Li Jianxian wants to challenge two top experts with his own strength?"

"..."

Concubine Yan said sullenly: "This Li Changqing is just fooling around. Doesn't he know the strength of Bai Yifei and Xuan Jian?"

"..."

On the top of Wancheng, three figures confront each other.

Li Changqing stood on the top of the watchtower, ten feet in front of him, Xuan Jian was on the left parapet, and Bai Yifei was on the right parapet, their gazes were as cold as swords, with murderous intent.

boom!
The green shirt rattled, the temples fluttered, behind Li Changqing the sapphire sword box buzzed, and the sword box vibrated.

at the same time
boom!boom!
Xuan Jian holds two swords, with a slender figure, black zhenqi intertwined with scarlet sword qi, and a powerful hurricane of zhenqi rises from the ground, with fierce murderous intent.

On Bai Yifei's left and right sides, two ice tendrils each carried a long sword. His left and right hands held the hilt at the same time, and the red and white sabers were unsheathed three inches in an instant.

Clang!Clang!
The sword light is one red and the other white, so it cannot be stared at directly.

Bai Yifei's bloody clothes fluttered, his white hair fluttered, and the red and white swords were slowly unsheathed. The power of the mysterious ice covered the body of the sword, and the true energy of the mysterious ice surged all over his body, and the city wall under his feet was frozen quickly.

All of a sudden, a gust of wind blew up, and the powerful true qi of the three extremes overwhelmed Wancheng.

Everyone held their breath and kept their eyes fixed.

Among the crowd, Mo Crow and Bai Feng looked at each other and said in a low voice, "It's started!"