Sword God Cultivation System

The originally peaceful and stable past suddenly trembled, and a force shook the hand holding it away, and flew straight in one direction.

Qin Pufeng.

Past events revolved around the unconscious Qin Pufeng, as if he could finally determine whether this man was qualified to be his master, a cheerful sword sound pierced through Qin Pufeng's dantian.

It's just that he didn't leave any wounds on his body. Instead, it melted into his body from the sword tip to the hilt like ice and snow melting.

Surrounding his purple-gold sword soul, there is a small sword like a satellite, flying around the sword soul, officially the past.

As for Qin Pufeng, who was still in an unconscious state, he just fell straight on the ring.

The fairy sword recognizes the master.Zhang Qifan returned to the Immortal Palace, but the veins in his hands were exposed, and his face was so gloomy that he couldn't bear it.

"Ahem, Goupi, if I'm not mistaken, it seems that our Jiuxianyu ushered in the first Houtian Lingbao?" Gao Yao patted Goupi's shoulder, and said suspiciously, everything just now was like a dream , completely exceeded his expectations.

Goupi also had an expression of disbelief on his usual calm and plain face, this junior seems to be lucky?Actually attracted the fairy sword to recognize its master?unbelievable.

He nodded, and said dryly: "The one lying on the ring is our little junior brother." He pointed and pointed, his eyes widened, as if he thought he was hallucinating.

All the onlookers fell into a short-lived state of panic, right?No one expected that Qin Pufeng would appear out of thin air and let Xianjian recognize the master, and judging by the state, Qin Pufeng seemed to have no consciousness at all?

"Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is always time in life, don't force it." Hua Nongying said this sentence suddenly, maybe it was for Zhang Qifan who was about to go into a rampage, or for Ren who lost a fairy sword to the one person on the stage Right and wrong and Yi Qiu, or perhaps speaking to everyone present.

The current past is gone, it seems that Yi Qiu and Ren Shifei have lost even the motivation for the duel. The two fought absent-mindedly for half an hour, and finally Ren Shifei won the victory by relying on the immortal flame.As for Qin Pufeng, he just lay on the side of the ring, sleeping soundly.

"Master." Although Ren Shifei didn't lose, he felt a sense of self-blame in his heart when facing the Demon Emperor, and the Qianchen Sword was gone.

"It doesn't matter, there is a definite fate, maybe you are a little behind that kid in the way of swordsmanship, and the fairy sword has a spirit and can't force it." The Demon Emperor waved his hand, not caring at all.

Ren Shifei nodded, although he was a little unwilling, but he had to admit the fact.

Qin Pufeng's kendo talent was the only existence recognized by Immortal Sword among all the people present.

Under everyone's jealous eyes, Gao Yao deftly pushed the lucky guy back to the auditorium. This sleeping Qin Pufeng really made them half happy and half worried.

As soon as he put Qin Pufeng down, Goupi noticed something different, one of his hands was carrying a strange thing, if Goupi remembers correctly, these two things seemed to be given by this junior's confidante in the mortal world, Wasn't he and Wufeng alone?He decisively probed Qin Pufeng's soul, his face changed slightly, but he could only accept the fact that no matter what, this was bound to happen.

Wufeng has merged with him.

When Gao Yao heard Goupi's words, he froze for a moment, nodded, took out the flagon and raised his glass to Qin Pufeng who was on the ground, and drank freely, as a farewell to the former Wufeng.

At this time, there are only a thousand monks of the Golden Immortal level in the Jian Chi domain, and Mo Chou is with Jun Xiaochen in the Jian Chi domain.

Yi Qiu's face was a little gray and defeated, the sword of the past was gone, and this contest was also lost. Although it was not a heavy blow to him, it made his mind confused.

"Junior Brother, don't worry, there are some things that cannot be forced." A big hand patted Yi Qiu's shoulder lightly.

"Well, senior brother who knows." Yi Qiu nodded, closed his eyes gently and leaned back on the seat.

All the senior brothers also sighed slightly, for Jian Chiyu, this battle was regarded as losing his wife and losing his army.

On the contrary, Ren Shifei's mentality has improved a lot.

"It's a pity, this time he really lost the chance to win the god position again." Yun Shang said it was a pity, but from his expression, he couldn't see the slightest regret, he looked like he was watching a drama.

"Loveless." Jian Wuji just commented lightly.

"Love? To me, there is only success or failure, only the highest apex. What does the rest have to do with me?" Yun Shang glanced at Jian Wuji and left. This time, Jian Wuji did not follow him.

Jun Xiaochen woke up, looking at the familiar environment around him and the pair of jade hands gently brushing across his face, a look of sadness appeared on his face, Jian Chiyu...

"Xiaochen." Ah Lu stared at him bewilderedly, her jade lips parted, and she chose to keep silent.

"Ah Lu, I'm fine." He stood up and felt the power in his body a little bit, the power that he had been suppressing in the corner of his dantian disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"It seems that everything is lost." Jun Xiaochen murmured, and there was no regret on his face, but more relief.

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Mo Chou returned to Asgard, and learned from his disciples what happened during his absence.

Yi Qiu seemed to have settled down on the chair, and he never knew when the master came.

"Let him be quiet, it's a good thing for him to pass this hurdle." Mo Chou saw that the first disciple wanted to wake up Yi Qiu, so she stopped her, how can you see the rainbow without going through the wind and rain?Golden Immortal is just the beginning, so what if it is Venerable?In the boundless upper realm, how many venerables are there?However, there are only a few people who have achieved the throne. Losing here does not mean that they will lose in the future.

The competition between Zhang Qifan and Ji Boya began.

Ji Boya, a disciple of the Tianxian Sect, was an early-stage Golden Immortal.

He looked at Zhang Qifan who was not far away, and frowned. At this moment, Zhang Qifan's face was full of displeasure. It seemed that he was too lazy to maintain the fake smile in the past. Ji Boya felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and end this boring game." An ordinary middle-grade fairy sword appeared in Zhang Qifan's hand. It is really eye-catching that the most talented disciple of Xiangong keeps using this kind of fairy sword.

Ji Boya didn't speak, the competition had already started, and he immediately sacrificed his natal fairy treasure, the top-grade fairy instrument Sanxian.

The qin has only three strings, and Boya's fingers are flying rapidly on these three strings, playing a sad piece of music with this qin with only three strings.

"I'll give you 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, it will be the end." Hearing the music, Zhang Qifan didn't even bother to operate the Xianli bodyguard, but said coldly.

Ji Boya didn't fight back, but the movements of his hands became faster, and the specific images could no longer be seen with his hands, leaving only countless afterimages flying on the piano. song.

He will use actions to make Zhang Qifan pay for his arrogance.

"I heard that there are three divine comedies in Tianxianmen, one is heartbroken, one is seven wounds, and one is emptiness, play them all, this kind of song is useless to me." Zhang Qifan walked step by step against the power of Ji Boya's battle song Suddenly, cracks appeared on the ring under his feet.

"As you wish." Ji Boya clasped his hands, and the three-stringed qin stood upright on the ring, ten fingers strummed on the three-stringed strings violently, sound waves that far surpassed the early stage of Jinxian flew towards Zhang Qifan.

"That's right, this can make me a little more serious." He stretched out his hand, and shattered the sound wave approaching him with a punch.

"A song that breaks the heart and the heart." The speed of the undulation of the hands continued to accelerate, and Ji Boya's immortal power was poured into the piano without reservation. This song will send you home.

But to his surprise, Zhang Qifan just changed from stepping with his hands behind his back to punching with both hands, and he still approached Ji Boya step by step.

There are still five steps, and 4 minutes have passed.

"One song has seven wounds, one string and one wound." After listening to the sanxian, Ji Boya pressed his right hand on the strings and fiddled forward.

Zhang Qifan paused, with a look of surprise on his face.

Ji Boya fiddled with it again, Zhang Qifan took a step back.

Ji Boya didn't fiddle with it, Zhang Qifan took a step back, and after seven strokes, a trace of golden blood flowed from the corner of Zhang Qifan's mouth.

"Is this the seven injuries? Is this the pain?" Zhang Qifan asked to himself, and the sword in his hand was cut out.

It's 5 minutes.

He, Zhang Qifan, is here on the first day in the Immortal World to prove to everyone that he is the real person who is suitable for the past!
As soon as the sword intent came out, Ji Boya didn't know why he had a feeling of kneeling and worshiping in his heart. All the sword cultivators around the ring felt the fairy sword in the dantian trembling faintly, as if expressing surrender. Qiu finally opened his eyes and stared at Zhang Qifan in the field in awe.

"The King's Sword..." Gao Yao looked at Zhang Qifan in disbelief, how could he comprehend this kind of sword intent at such a young age?
"Ah..." Qin Pufeng yawned, got up from the ground, and rubbed his eyes. Why does this seem to be an auditorium?Didn't I practice in my room just now?

This sword intent is... Feeling a strange sword intent, he immediately locked his eyes on the figure walking slowly with the sword on the ring.

A sword.

Zhang Qifan had already put his ordinary fairy sword into his dantian, and slowly left the ring, Zhang Miao had already stood in front of Ji Boya.

"How...it's possible..." Ji Boya looked at the broken piano in his hand and the bloodstain on his abdomen, and fell down in disbelief.

Walking on the edge of the ring, Zhang Qifan looked at Qin Pufeng provocatively, with a sneer on his face.

"A sword is a good sword, and a man is also a good man. It's a pity." Qin Pufeng shook his head as if sighing.