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Chapter 1205 Sword Peak
He glanced at the red fire crow behind him, gritted his teeth, suddenly changed direction, and flew in another direction, flying hundreds of feet in an instant.

"Quack!"

The red fire crow suddenly accelerated and chased after it.

Within ten breaths, the Scarlet Fire Crow was less than three hundred feet away from Wang Qingshan.

The red fire crow opened its mouth and spewed out billowing flames. Wherever the flames passed, the void distorted for a while, as if it couldn't bear the high temperature.

The Qingli sword in Wang Qingshan's hand shook lightly, and a large amount of blue sword energy rolled out, turning into a hundred feet long blue sword light, and slashed towards the red flame.

Rumble!
The cyan 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 him, which was covered by a thick fog.

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

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

The Scarlet Fire Crow still wanted to take other measures. Suddenly, a sharp sword cry came from the peak, and the next moment, a seven-color sword energy more than a thousand feet long flew out, carrying an aura of destroying heaven and earth, Cut to the red fire crow.

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

The red fire crow quickly spewed out billowing flames, which were smashed like thin paper by the seven-color sword energy.

The red fire crow flapped its wings, trying to escape, but it was too late, its claws were chopped off by the seven-color sword energy, dripping with blood.

You know, it is a fourth-order monster bird, even if it is a magic weapon, it is impossible to cut off its claws with one blow.

The sea of ​​red flames exploded suddenly, Wang Qingshan's aura was sluggish, his face became pale, and he turned into a cyan light, flying towards the peak.

Seeing that the prey was about to be captured, the Scarlet Fire Crow naturally would not stop there, and planned to chase after Wang Qingshan. At this moment, a large cloud of seven-colored sword energy flew out from the peak, slashing at the Scarlet Fire Crow aggressively.

Scarlet Firecrow was startled, flapped its wings, turned a corner, and flew in another direction.

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

Wang Qingshan's complexion changed, the blue light on his body surface rose sharply, and he wanted to avoid it.

The suction 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 full of flying swords.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and many flying swords could be seen. Some flying swords only had hilts left, and some flying swords had erratic auras.

"This is Jianfeng!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. Jianfeng is the dojo of swords. Generally speaking, big forces will build a Jianfeng to train their juniors.

It is easy to establish Jianfeng, but it is more difficult to develop its power. First, there must be a large number of flying swords, and secondly, hundreds of thousands of years must be accumulated before Jianfeng can develop its power.

The Wang family also established Jianfeng, but it has not yet become powerful after more than 100 years. There are thousands of flying swords of all 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 screamed loudly, and the flying swords inserted in the ground shook one after another, emitting bursts of clear sword sounds.

"Isn't Master Jinyue a craftsman? When did he become a swordsman?"

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

Considering that the fourth-order demon bird might still be lingering nearby, Wang Qingshan didn't leave immediately, sat down cross-legged, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a blue pill and took it, meditating to adjust his breath.

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

He stood up and looked around.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, some flying swords were stained with rust, vines crawled on the sword body, and there was a large piece of broken copper and iron on the ground.

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

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

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

Wang Qingshan murmured in his heart: "Could it be that this is not the Zuohua Cave Mansion of Jin Yue, but the ruins of a great sect of cultivators? Who will build a sword peak in the Zuohua Cave Mansion?"

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

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan came halfway up the mountain, and his face became serious.

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

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath and walked forward.

There was a sharp sword cry, and colorful sword qi flew out from the mountain, weaving into a huge sword net, covering Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword intent rushed out of Wang Qingshan, the Qingli sword in his hand slashed towards the void, and a large piece of sharp blue sword energy rolled out, cutting towards the attacking sword net.

Rumble!
The sword net was shattered by the cyan sword energy, and the air waves billowed.

Wang Qingshan walked up the mountain, and the flying sword stuck in the ground released a large amount of sword energy from time to time, chopping towards Wang Qingshan, but was easily resolved by Wang Qingshan.

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 in size. On the stone platform is a green flying sword, and a lotus pattern is carved on the hilt of the blue flying sword.Around the stone platform are 36 thick blue stone pillars, each with a flying sword engraved on the surface of the blue stone pillars, and the 36 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 Qingli sword in his hand let out a clear sword cry, and a large cloud of blue sword energy swept out, cutting towards a certain void.

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

If it weren't for Wang Qingshan's strong spiritual sense, he might have been ambushed by them.

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

The young woman in yellow skirt said with a smile, they have seen Wang Qingshan's strength with their own eyes, even if there are three of them, they dare not say that they can kill Wang Qingshan.

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

"Choujia? Hmph, this sword is destined for me, you guys go away! I can pretend nothing happened."

Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the blue flying sword.

He now understands that this sword peak is for cultivating this flying sword. Through the power of the formation, it absorbs the sword energy of other flying swords, refines it into this flying sword, and sees the amazing aura it emits. The flying sword is already a spiritual treasure.

The power of magic weapons is divided into ordinary magic weapons, ancient treasures, spiritual treasures, and heaven-reaching spiritual treasures from low to high.

The two young women in yellow skirts hid themselves and made it clear that they were plotting wrongdoing. Wang Qingshan didn't want to kill them.

"Fate with you? Fellow Daoist Wang, everything comes first, first come first. If you do this, you are deceiving people too much."

The young woman in the yellow skirt said coldly, for a spiritual treasure, she would rather fight with Wang Qingshan, two fists are no match for four hands, Wang Qingshan is only one person, she does not believe that Wang Qingshan can kill the three of them.

(End of this chapter)