Chapter 17 A Sword Floating

Qianqiu stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the small river village below and the nearby Qingluan Mountains stretching for hundreds of miles. A trace of aura entered the body, but it was exported, but Qianqiu did not care. What he felt was this world, this nature. The calming method of Taoism slowly runs in the body. Qianqiu closed his eyes and felt the natural power with his body. Birds sing and water gurgling. The breeze blows, and the branches are gentle. It seemed that a fallen leaf slowly fell in my ear, fell, and fell into the stream without stopping, and went away with the waves. A trace of enlightenment gradually surged into his heart, and the Qingfeng sword turned over in his hand. Then Qianqiu's toes tip of his toes, and the tip of the sword rose to the sky. Qianqiu's body turned upside down, and the tip of the sword turned down, saying softly: "No reply."

The 'suck' man clings to the sword, or the sword carries the man and falls straight down.

' miso.' With a soft sound, the Qingfeng sword pierced into a huge stone. With force, it suddenly exerted between the bends of the wrists. Qianqiu rose again in an instant, and the Qingfeng sword was also pulled out. Turn back in the air and your feet go down.

'Pa' fell to the ground.

Fine cracks appeared on the boulder, and then the boulder broke, and the broken stones lay flat on the ground, the same size and unity.

No return, no return, no return, no return, no return.

"It's ridiculous. I didn't realize the reason until now." Qianqiu's cold self-deprecation.

A sword sounded in Qianqiu's ear. Qianqiu turned around, and a blue figure stabbed him with a sword light.

'Ding' Qianqiu's sword came out, and the tip of the sword touched each other and let out a whisper.

The blue figure retreated and slowly fell to the ground.

Run but not withered white hair, small jasper-like Luoshang blue clothes, silver-white sword, the face is as indifferent as Qianqiu, skin is like snow, sword eyebrows into the clouds, without powder but floating like a fairy.

Qianqiu looked at the fairy-like woman in front of him, and his eyes were waveless. He looked at the woman just because of her swordsmanship.

Yes, in the eyes of thousands of years, everything in the world** is not as important as a sword in the hand.

The woman also looked at Qianqiu, and her eyes were cold. The long sword in her hand was raised, and the cold light flashed. The tip of the sword seemed to cut through the air and stabbed towards Qianqiu.

Qianqiu's sword, his skills run, and the strength of the woman in front of him is not weak.

The two swords collided again, and a spark burst out. They looked at each other, and there was indifference and excitement in the depths of their eyes. Yes, excitement, why not be excited in the face of an opponent who can fight?

The woman shouted softly, and her voice was as crisp as a oliage on a willow. The blue sword rotated left, Qianqiu's sword was swinging out, and the tip of the sword stabbed Qianqiu's chest.

The feet are separated and the upper body is leaning back. The blue sword slid past the tip of Qianqiu's nose, and Qianqiu can even feel the coolness on it.

The woman's sword was useless, but she did not withdraw it, but fell into Qianqiu's face in the form of chopping. Her body fell, her left hand supported the ground, the green sword waved up, and the blue sword was shot away. Then she suddenly kicked the woman's lower abdomen, and the woman flew backwards.

Qianqiu flipped on the ground and stood up.

The woman made a backflip in the air and landed steadily.

looked at each other again, still the same as last time, without much difference.

"Faled!" The woman shouted softly, and the blue sword in her hand shook rapidly, and countless colorful swords appeared, brilliantly, like flowers blooming.

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The blue sword stabbed forward again, carrying countless colorful swords, attacking Qianqiu.

The fallen leaves have come one after another, but they have never landed, so they are cut into sand-sized pieces by dense sword gas.

Qianqiu's eyes condensed, sword spirit, the woman in front of him is a master of the innate realm, sword spirit, that is something that only a prioried person would have.

A trace of brilliance flashed in Qianqiu's eyes again. In the later stage, the martial artist was unable to overcome the innate realm. Moreover, as an innate master in the previous life, he knows some of the abilities of the innate, and may be able to break through again.

In that case... Thousands of years of swords!

"No reply." Qianqiu came out with a sword.

The Qingfeng sword resolutely stabbed out.

'Shu, Slu, Slu, Slu'

'Ding, Ding, Ding, Ding'

The tip of the Qingfeng sword kept swinging, and the colorful sword spirit was slowly smashed by the Qingfeng sword one by one, but dozens of swords appeared again. The blue sword was not broken and the sword spirit was not extinguished.

Qianqiu's eyes narrowed and the chill was fierce. The Qingfeng sword was suddenly taken back, but it was stabbed out quickly, and a rainbow suddenly appeared.

Qianqiu and the woman stopped at the same time. The colorful sword spirit has reached Qianqiu's face. Just a little more, Qianqiu's head will be pierced by the sword spirit.

However, the sword spirit stopped, and finally gradually faded and slowly dissipated in the wind.

The blue sword stayed three inches on Qianqiu's side chest, while Qianqiu's sword had gently resisted the woman's white and flawless neck. Although the force was very light and only a little bit, a drop of Yin Hong's blood still flowed down the woman's neck.

Taking back the Qingfeng sword, Qianqiu looked at the woman faintly and said, "You lost." Yes, they lost. They were originally in the game, belonging to the two swordsmen.

The woman didn't say anything, and her cold eyes looked at Qianqiu quietly, allowing the blood to flow down her neck, adding a trace of sadness and pity.

Qianqiu didn't pay attention to the woman. He turned around, and the Qingfeng sword fell on his back shoulder and went down the mountain. He wanted to go back to digest the match just now.

The woman looked at the disappearing Qianqiu back and looked at the blue sword in her hand.

"I have never been defeated among my peers." A cold voice sounded.

"So I will come to you again." The woman said to the place where Qianqiu disappeared.

Finally, the woman turned around and slowly sank into the forest when she appeared.

Qianqiu returned to the small temple and saw Qianli's face full of sweat, his mouth raised high, and he split potatoes with a sword and a sword.

"Very good, continue." Qianqiu looked at the cut basket of potatoes, nodded and said.

"Brother!" Qianli shouted happily.

"Are you lazy?" Qianqiu asked.

Qian Li shook her head quickly, and the ten-year-old girl was very honest.

Qianqiu nodded and said, "Go to cook by yourself. Don't eat wild boar today. Stew the pheasant. There is still a lot of rice. If you don't want to gain weight, add more potatoes to each dish. I'm going to the town." This is probably the longest paragraph Qianqiu has said to Qianli so far.

"Brother, are you going to town?" Qianli asked, now that she and Aunt Li have learned to cook, it can be said that their small craftsmanship is also very good, and it is really not easy at a young age. However, Qianqiu would not think so. When he was five years old in his previous life, his master had already put him in charge of daily water. At that time, Xiao Qianqiu was much more powerful than his peers, but his five-year-old figure really couldn't get much water at a time. Because there was a stream in the mountain, but it was far from where he lived, Xiao Qianqiu could only come back to scoop water little by little with a bowl of food.

"Hmm. Continue to eat until the afternoon meal, don't stop!" Qianqiu said, and then he went into the house, took some silver and went down the mountain. Qianqiu has gained every day, and sold a lot of meat, all of which were sold in the original restaurant. The old shopkeeper of the restaurant really kept his promise and gave Qianqiu a price discount and bought it at a high price. Qianqiu did not disappoint, not only wild pork, but also rabbit meat, wild chicken, and even weasels. The most powerful thing was that I caught a sack of sparrow last time to make a hype in the restaurant. Several times, Qianqiu actually had more than 1,000 taels of silver, and even Qianli had dozens of taels of private money. Of course, this was given by Qianqiu.