I was abandoned by the gods

In Qianqiu Xiaoqianjie, there is one of the most famous scenery.

Its name is——

Sword Mound!

Regardless of whether you are an upright monk or a demon monk, as long as you are a sword cultivator, you will regard the Sword Tomb as a place of pilgrimage.

No one knows how the sword mound was formed, but there is a divine sword with a blue body all over it.

It is independent from the top of the sword mound, standing among thousands of swords like a chicken.

It's like a high-ranking king looking down on all living beings.

However, the Excalibur has a spirit, even if you are a peerless arrogance with infinite grace, or your cultivation level is close to ascending, you cannot overcome the pressure of the Excalibur and win the Excalibur.

Over time, those who coveted the Excalibur had to die down, but even so, the Sword Tomb was the place they watched most closely.

Now, because of the coercion of the divine sword, Jianzhong has become a place for the younger generation of sword repairers to pick up swords.

According to rumors, any sword tempered by the coercion of the divine sword in the sword mound can become a peerless weapon even if it is forged with ordinary iron.

Today, there are still too many young people around the sword mound wanting to pick up the sword.

They all looked up at the divine sword that was as high as an emperor, their eyes were full of reverence, and they almost stepped into the range of the sword mound as if admiring.

But without exception, when they got closer and closer to the Excalibur, they were all sweating profusely, and their feet were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

They gritted their teeth, some of them summoned all kinds of magic weapons to resist the coercion of the divine sword and moved forward slowly, and some relied on their superb cultivation to block the coercion of the divine sword.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, they will not give up, because bearing the coercion of Jianzhong is also a test of their talents.

If they can walk into the inner circle and get the sword there, it will be enough for them to honor their ancestors.

However, when they were exhausting all their efforts to move forward, a sudden change occurred.

The divine sword that appeared in the sword mound at some unknown time, like an emperor ruling the world, suddenly let out bursts of wailing.

The blue divine sword trembled for no reason, and anyone who wanted to move forward in the sword mound seemed to be able to feel the emotion of that divine sword.

Yes, sword emotions!

Those whines echoed in their hearts.

It seemed to be excited, but it also seemed to be nostalgic, and finally it was frozen in excitement, as if the lonely bird had finally found its way home.

Those young sword cultivators who wanted to pick up the sword all stared in the direction of the Excalibur, as if they were infected by the Excalibur's emotions, their firm eyes began to turn red and sour.

They seem to have seen the memory of that Excalibur.

The constant buzzing when being abandoned by the master, hoping that the master can turn around and let me be with the master again to help him kill for nine days, but I can only watch the master's back gradually drifting away.

Excalibur still didn't give up, waiting for its master to call him again, but ten years, a hundred years or even a thousand years have passed since the wait!

Its owner still hasn't returned.

And now, it has finally waited——

Calling after nearly 3000 years!

Divine Sword has spirit!

How can it not be excited? !

Under the bright sunlight, the blue divine sword trembled with excitement, and so did the ten thousand swords in the sword mound, as if the emperor who was sending them off had finally found a destination.

The blue divine sword soared into the sky, like a bird returning to its nest, galloping unswervingly towards a certain place.

The younger generation of sword cultivators watched the divine sword gradually disappear, and the coercion on them gradually faded with the departure of the divine sword until it disappeared.

There was blessing in their eyes, or a little bit of loss.

From now on, this sword mound will no longer exist.

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"Noon is approaching, how are you doing what I asked you to do?"

He Yunsheng, the head of Chaoyang Sword Sect, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the man sitting in the hall, and said respectfully: "Uncle Master, I have gathered all the people you asked me to find in Chaoyang Sword Sect. Besides, I am always at your disposal."

"It's better if you don't leave."

Xie Qingqiu laughed, stood up from the grand teacher's chair, led the upper echelon of Chaoyang Sword Sect, and walked out of the gate of Chaoyang Sword Sect first.

This time, Xie Qingqiu may really have a face to face as he said, so today he is not dressed like a warrior dressed in coarse linen.

Today, he has his silver hair coiled up, and he is wearing a blue Taoist robe embroidered with patterns. He stands there like a handsome young man.

But for some reason, that attire clearly set off Xie Qingqiu's gentleness like jade, but it always made people feel a certain kind of indescribable peerless edge.

Standing on the top of Chaoyang Sword Mountain, Xie Qingqiu looked down at the dark crowd below, the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly raised, Su Luobai was always reassuring.

Those gathered below, or watching from a distance, are all well-known figures in the Qianqiu Xiaoqian world.

Not only from the Xianmeng, but even the upper echelons of the Demon Dao have come.

This magnificent scene, even in the most glorious era of Chaoyang Sword Sect, was rare to see.

And now...

Xie Qingqiu's sharp eyes dimmed slightly, but this magnificent scene came because of him.

Those who were called by Xie Qingqiu by name, from the elder guest of Chaoyang Sword Sect to the disciples of the outer sect, all knelt down respectfully.

They looked at the completely new Xie Qingqiu in front of them, without the slightest bit of uneasiness, on the contrary, there were bursts of fanaticism.

This is the man who has survived for 3000 years and stands like a mountain at the peak of Qianqiu Xiaoqianjie!

But now, the man they relied on has finally stood up from that dilapidated place, and stood in front of all the famous people in Qianqiu Xiaoqianjie!

Has this man finally endured enough of the long loneliness and chose to take up the long sword and dominate the Qianqiu Xiaoqianjie? !

They don't know, but this does not hinder the fanaticism in their hearts.

Xie Qingqiu felt these indistinct sights and closed his eyes.

Once upon a time, did their brothers and even all members of the Chaoyang Sword Sect look at Chaoyang Sword Immortal with such fanatical eyes?

And how does Chaoyang Sword Immortal, his master, face this kind of expectation?

It should be the responsibility.

Because of responsibility, he thought that he could not disappoint the hopes of everyone in the sect.

Because of responsibility, he had to spend his entire life sacrificing everything to protect the sect.

but now--

This responsibility has become a bondage.

Xie Qingqiu shook his head, and when he opened his eyes again, it became a sharp and peerless sword.

He counted the time and watched closely.

Su Luobai stood in the most conspicuous place, but Mo Li, who was closely following him, disappeared.

Su Luobai probably felt that she was looking at him, and nodded in his direction.

Xie Qingqiu laughed, thinking about what he was about to do, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, but he would never be alone on this road.

He calculated the time, and it was only a cup of tea time before noon.

Xie Qingqiu was a little anxious, and scanned all the crowds on the ground, looking around and around, but still did not find that person.

Could it be that……

Xie Qingqiu's heart fell to the bottom in an instant.

Xing Yue...he didn't come.

However, at this moment, the crowd below burst into exclamations.

Before Xie Qingqiu had time to raise his eyes, in that instant, the surrounding was still somewhat hot, and it miraculously cooled down.

For a moment, there was a gust of gloomy wind, and all ghosts cried together.

Xie Qingqiu raised his eyes and finally saw the familiar bronze chariot and the thousands of ghosts coming out of the underworld.

At the same time, a dark blue figure, carrying a frightening supreme coercion, pierced through the somewhat dark sky, stood upright in front of Xie Qingqiu's eyes, and let out bursts of wailing.

That's a sword!

Xie Qingqiu looked at the sword, and with deep thoughts, he gently wiped the blue sword, as if stroking a long-lost lover.

"Cangxue, you're here."

The author has something to say:

I don't know why, but recently I always have a sense of language, and my writing is a little bit stuck.

It’s obviously a plot that I’ve thought about a long time ago, ε=(?ο｀*))) Oh, it’s uncomfortable

But with weapons, onlookers, and platoons, the real climax is coming soon! !

Let's wait and see!

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Talking about Shui Qun today, I don’t know why I mentioned the aspect of attack and receiving, I said I want to be 0.5

As a result, the talents in the group told me a poem and shared it with everyone

Go forward and press the loli with a gun, and step back to meet the crowd with your buttocks, hahahahaha, die of laughter in an instant