The fierce battle on Yueting Lake alarmed the surrounding towns and villages.

Especially the fisherman who regards boats as his home suddenly felt his body falling straight down and ran out of the cabin in fear, but saw that the lake surface suddenly fell by a foot. At the center of the lake, a giant palm transformed by flowing water was holding up the sky.

"Grandpa Lake God is angry!"

A look of shock and fear was written on everyone's face. Someone roared, and everyone fell to the ground and bowed endlessly.

On the small stone bridge not far from the lake, there was a man who was waiting for a green collar.

Fu Qingjin pressed the sword with his hand and stared at him: "Moon Demon, have you changed like this?"

...

A few months ago, in late autumn, on Renxin Island, the shores of Longshe Lake.

A lonely figure, holding a broken sword in his hand, sat alone by the lake, without the illusion of Qingxu, nor the black hair hanging down.

"Why is that Fu Qingjin like he is stupid!" Hua Chenglu came to Renxin Island to visit a Eagle Wolf Guard who was injured in the mission, and saw Fu Qingjin's figure from afar.

Yu Zi Jian said: "Shh, Chenglu, whisper, don't let him hear it."

The discussion was clear and he seemed to have never heard of it, staring at the broken edge of the Qingxu sword. What broke was not just the sword, but also all the connection with the outside world.

The Demon-killing Alliance has become a thing of the past, and gradually no one has come to visit it.

There was neither punishment nor summoning in the Cangjian Palace. Only the master sent four words "You should do it yourself" from afar. The simple four words made him think about it and couldn't understand it.

His injuries had been healed long ago, but he was confused and didn't know where to go, so he stayed. He stayed in this foreign land like a lonely soul.

"You don't have a line, how can you fish?"

As soon as one step approached, a voice came, it was Yu Zijian. Fu Qingjin did not turn around and never answered.

In the past, I believed that because of the Qingxu Sword, this girl had a deep fate with him. Now that the sword has been broken, the fate is gone, and it is just an ordinary woman. Maybe she really has the talent to inherit the Zixiao Sword. But what does that have to do with him?

Yu Zijian remembered her former self and sighed quietly, but her eyes were unprecedentedly remote and quiet. He asked a question: "Is this sword really so important to you?"

Fu Qingjin is as silent as a rock,

"Purple Sword, let's go!"

"Here's here!" Yu Zijian turned his head and responded, and then said to Qing Jin: "A man told me that the world is in a dilemma, and there is nothing perfect to choose from."

A common saying, but it looks like a ray of inspiration. It penetrated the tube from Fu Qingjin's mind, and the sword-holding hand trembled slightly. After Yu Zi's sword left, he used a sound that only he could hear, and murmured:

"Nothing is perfect, everything is magnificent and will eventually return to ruins!"

The master's words once again lingered in his ears:

"Qing Jin, do you know the origin of this Qingxu Sword? There is a senior in my Cancel Sword Palace. He was originally the king of a country. Of course, there were no Daxia at that time, and there were still many countries in the Jiuzhou. In order to deal with the threat of the enemy, that senior went out to seek help, accidentally entered the fairyland, and obtained the inheritance of an immortal. He was full of joy. When he left the fairyland, he realized that it had been decades."

"All relatives and friends have passed away, and the homeland has been defeated by the enemy country and has become a ruin. He wants to take revenge, but finds that the enemy country has long been destroyed in the war. He feels infinitely sad and integrates this idea into the sword. This is the sword intent contained in the Qingxu Sword. The endless prosperity will return to the ruins and cover the moss and vines..."

Fu Qingjin raised the Qingxu sword and said softly: "Even you are not an exception?"

The next day, Fu Qingjin left the Baijia Scholars. He walked through every city that was destroyed in the war, imagining their former prosperous scenery. He seemed to wash away the dust in front of him, and the whole world became different.

One day, one day, the Qingxu sword was still broken, but a trace of green light merged into it.

This time, it was not the sigh of the senior, nor the sigh of the Qingxu Sword Master of all dynasties, but the understanding of Fu Qingjin himself.

I don’t know how many cities he walked through, but he finally realized that the Qingxu Sword was not broken. At that moment, the Qingxu Sword suddenly shone with unprecedented light. He vaguely realized that he was standing in the Qingxu Sword again.

A figure stood under the collapsed palace wall in the distance, turned his head and smiled faintly.

He was a very majestic middle-aged man. His appearance was very strange, but his expression was extremely familiar. His arrogant and melancholy expression had appeared on his face countless times.

Fu Qingjin also smiled, smiling very cheerfully, as if he had picked up the Qingxu Sword.

From then on, there was a broken sword among the ten swords in the Tibetan Sword Palace.

Zhou Tong finally got the Lei Feng Jian back and was in seclusion in the cave, preparing to break through the realm of the golden elixir. Suddenly, he felt that the magic circle was touched by someone, frowned, and stepped out of the cave.

"It's you?"

Zhou Tong was already angry in his heart, and when he saw the visitor, he rose to seven points: "Fu Qingjin, what are you here to do?"

Fu Qingjin opened his palms and there was a purple pill in it.

Zhou Tong's anger disappeared: "This is Yuan Ling Pill!"

...

Facing the giant palm he grabbed, Zhou Tong snorted coldly, waved the thunder sword and turned into a ray of lightning, penetrating the palm of the giant palm, with speed no less than Li Qingshan's wielding Feng Shen's wings.

In an instant, the current spread out and flowed through the water, from the inside to the outside, illuminating the giant palm, collapsed and collapsed, like a scene of a mountain collapse.

"This bull's nose is really hard to deal with after he has survived the tribulation."

Li Qingshan stabilized his body, shook his whole body, scattered purple lightning, and let out a long breath, looking at Zhou Tong, who looked like a thunder god in the sky.

The sight collided, and sparks seemed to flash.

Zhou Tong pulled a lightning and swooped down. The phantom of Thunder God seemed to be unable to keep up with his speed. He dragged it behind him and showed Zhou Tong's original appearance. The lightning wrapped around the Thunder Sword, making the wooden sword, which was not astonishingly beautiful, emit an extremely sharp lightning.

Li Qingshan stepped forward while stepping on a water dragon. He clenched his fists, and the shocking force continued to gather, condensed without firing, and a circle of black cracks intertwined, as if it could tear the void apart.

His ear tip suddenly moved and he waved his hand to the side.

The two passed by, the lightning was straight, and the water dragon scattered.

Li Qingshan's chest penetrated a hole the size of a fist, turned around and shouted, "Come again!"

Zhou Tong turned around, and although he was unscathed, his face was quite uneasy: "Why!?"

"What's the reason? You bastard, don't delay time!"

On the Feitian Dragon Ship, Liu Changqing said in confusion: "What's wrong with Senior Zhou?"

"Looking at the surroundings of Yueting Lake, the Moon Demon has just been distracted." Hua Chengzan's expression was also indescribable surprise, even a little admiration.

"It seems that there is no change, what's the point..." Liu Changqing followed Hua Chengzan's hand and looked far away. He couldn't see anything unusual. He suddenly felt shocked in his heart and understood.

When the giant hand of the sky was stimulating and collapsed by lightning, a large pit was smashed on Yueting Lake, causing huge waves several feet high, and rushed in all directions. To be precise, it was no longer a wave, but a tsunami that only occurs on the sea.

Fu Qingjin's figure disappeared on the small stone bridge, stood at the pier by the lake, holding a sword in his hand, trying to cut off the waves that were coming, but he saw the waves scattered out of thin air in front of him, and then put down the Qingxu sword and looked at the sky.

Amid the cheers of mortals thanking the Lake God, Fu Qingjin's expression was a little dazed.

These villages and towns along the coast should have become a mess, but now they are safe and sound. It is obvious that when the Moon Demon is in conflict, he is distracted from controlling it, so that Zhou Tong's sword will be penetrated through it.

On the Feitian Dragon Ship, everyone understood and looked at each other, feeling indescribable in their hearts.

"Why did you take this sword from me? You could have avoided it?"

Zhou Tong's feelings were undoubtedly deeper, and he was not satisfied with his heart. In the past, he fought with Blood Shadow and killed a city with a blow of thunder. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he would not feel any guilt and regret under the righteousness of killing demons and eliminating demons.

But now, he took action for personal grudges, but Li Qingshan would rather bear his sword and save countless lives. The identities of each other seem to be reversed, and the four words "slaying demons and eliminating demons" are no longer so righteous.

"I'm happy, don't talk nonsense, let's fight again, even if Grandpa asks you for this sword!"

At that moment, Li Qingshan heard countless shouts. Facing the huge waves that were emptying, some people shouted "Help the Lake God Grandpa", etc., and some children and women cried. After a change of thought, they used the water god seal and dispersed the huge waves.

He is not a saint. If he is really a life-and-death battle with his life hanging on the line, he will not be distracted from mortals' life and death. But if he just gets a sword and saves hundreds of thousands of lives, it is natural. He does not feel that he has done anything good.

"Forget it, if you take my sword, our grudges will be written off!"

Zhou Tong was speechless, suddenly sighed, turned into a flash of lightning, and broke through the sky with his sword, and came to the Feitian Dragon Ship: "Mr. Liu, this battle is useless, I will find a way to compensate for the Water Moon Pan."

If Li Qingshan continues to fight and is injured in order to take care of the people on the lakeside, he will really be unable to lose his face. In the end, he is not Ruyi Hou. The moon demon occupied a piece of water to practice, so what does it have to do with him? He has already jumped out of the chessboard and no longer has to look at anyone's face. As for the faces of the people at the top, ordinary people can't even see them.

"Let your seniors give you the order."

Liu Changqing bowed and then ordered the Feitian Dragon Ship to turn his head and fly to the Baijia Scholar Academy. Almost everyone felt relieved. The power shown by Li Qingshan was really amazing. It could almost compete with the Jindan monks, and it occupied the territory. Even Zhou Tong might not be able to win. This might be the best result.

From today on, there will be no monk in Qinghe Mansion who will be fucked and think about going to war with the moon demon.

"It's inexplicable!"

Li Qingshan touched his chin, and the demonic energy surged, and the wound on his chest healed quickly. Compared with the battle with Rose Spider Queen, it was nothing at all.

He suddenly felt a familiar aura, his eyes turned, and his eyes became very sharp, and he saw the blue figure on the pier by the lake at one glance:

"Fu Qingjin!"
Chapter completed!