Chapter 65: 065: Ning Wanqiu’s Sword of Cold Light in the Nineteen States

Chapter 65 065: Ning Wanqiu’s Sword of Cold Light Nineteen States
It was at this time that Nangong Li heard the little thief’s call, and was still screaming quite happily.

Auntie doesn’t have time, can’t you see that Patriarch has only just finished his thunder tribulation?
This is what Aunt Nangong spat out in her heart, not even daring to reply to the voice transmission, once again looking up, the silhouette above had already disappeared.

High above the sky.

Ning Wanqiu’s original body was rapidly vacillating in the wind currents.

She had been in seclusion for more than three months, and had finally found the point that was the most crucial for breaking through the Transformation Spirit, crossing the threshold and stepping into a new realm in one fell swoop.

The realm of Soul Refining was considered a great cultivator in the entire world.

Soul refining realm even if there is only a trace of residual soul can survive, more can quench the split soul, have a set or even more strength almost no less than the original split body.

After the breakthrough, Ning Wanqiu felt that the sky and the earth had become different, clear, clear to every inch of dust.

In addition to that was the skyrocketing of the Qing Yun Sect’s qi.

She was the head of a clan, and her breakthrough was naturally able to cause an overall increase in the Greencloud Sect.

But this boost was a bit much.

So Ning Wanqiu pinched her fingers and projected after the first Heavenly Thunder struck down.

There was only a limited amount of time.

She only saw Nangong Li amongst the sea of karma with . Chu Changge.

Li still didn’t listen to her and went to touch the boy.

But the result was good, and with this chi, she had a little more certainty about crossing the tribulation.

Because of this, Ning Wanqiu brought on a smile when she looked at Chu Bai, it was an appreciative, loving smile.

Who wouldn’t like a child who could help their family?
Of course, Ning Wanqiu also saw Pei Luoshen.

There was no need to project to recognize Pei Luoshen’s identity, looking at her divine soul one could tell what kind of physique she had and what kind of technique she was cultivating.

The Devil Sect had come, and this time, it was her, the next Patriarch of the Qingyun Sect, who was targeted.

Very well!

It’s just a pity that the one who came wasn’t the present one, or else this opportunity could have been used to lure the old devil above out and settle a score.

“Brush”!
“Brush”!
“Brush.”
Ning Wanqiu was getting closer and closer to the Ten Thousand Swords Villa on the south bank of the great river.

On the other side.
It was also the Ten Thousand Swords Villa, which was also one of the Four Great Super Forces.

The Ten Thousand Swords Villa was also known as the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, as one needed to pass through a very long stretch of the valley when walking in from the outside.

However, the main site of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa was built on a mountain, and a huge sword monument was erected in front of the first step on the way up.

The monument had no inscriptions, but instead had countless broken swords stuck in it, which were rumored to be proof of the defeat of the swordsmen who came to challenge them.

The Ten Thousand Swords Villa was honored by the Way of the Sword, and even alchemists in the villa had to dedicate their energy to practicing the Way of the Sword.

Some people commented that the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa had reached a level of fanatical obsession with swords.

They can’t help but be strong.

Ten Thousand Swords Villa’s master was at the soul refining stage, and among the elders there were dozens of transformed deities, the old ancestor had started to merge with the Dao, and there was even an immortal who had attained the Dao and ascended to the heavens to protect them.

Ten years ago, the current Ten Thousand Swords Villa owner Ten Thousand Three Thousand and the Green Cloud Sect Sovereign Ning Wanqiu about to fight.

The content of the battle was probably that if Wan Sanqian lost, he would not mention the first sword of the Great Zhou, and if Ning Wanqiu lost, she would admit that the Way of the Sword would be honored by the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

Counting the time.

Ten years of the period is coming, the same peak of the God of transformation of the two, the former has already stepped into the realm of soul refining, the latter is still in the peak of the God of transformation of the circle, the people who sing the downfall of the Qingyun Sect is more and more people.

Early in the morning, two sword children were cleaning on top of the sword platform.

“Oi oi, Xiao Qi, I heard from my senior brother that the time for the appointment between our Zhuang Master and the northern Qing Yun Sect’s Patriarch is approaching, do you know about it?”

The other sword boy was proud, “You’re talking about this, ah, of course I know, I also know the hidden little story of the Master of the Manor and the Sect Leader of Qing Yun.”

Crap!

Are the little stories of big shots something you can just count on telling?

Of course.

There’s no one else around, and it’s not pregnant to tell it.

“In fact, it’s very simple, Lord of the Manor and Sect Leader of Qing Yun is a heavenly pride of the same generation, the two sects have contradictions to have contradictions, but Ten Thousand Sword Villa and Qing Yun Sect are both part of the righteous path, the heavenly pride and the fairy fight side by side and share in times of trouble and difficulties, there’s no need for me to say more about the latter, right?”

The little sword boy who started this topic, “So exciting, then why aren’t they together?”

Speaking here, his voice got even lower, “I just heard about it, don’t rumor it”

“Uh-huh uh-huh.” “In the beginning, it was Lord Wan Zhuang who liked Sect Leader Qing Yun a bit more, but then he heard that Sect Leader Qing Yun was a kinky husband, so the Zhuang gave up.”

“!!!”

It was even more exciting than just now.

The Lord Patriarch of the Hall of Green Clouds Sect was still an undead person?

The two disciples continued to chat, and in the process, they talked about a few of the doggerel stories within the sect.

Suddenly, one of them looked up and said in confusion, “Huh, why is the sky dark?”

The other disciple followed and looked up at the sound, “Dark clouds, is it going to rain?”

Voluminous dark clouds blackened above the sky of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

There were arcs of electricity flashing within the clouds, and the wind had picked up, but it seemed like there was no intention of rain.

“No, look, there’s someone underneath the cloud!”

There was indeed someone below the cloud, with black hair and white clothes, holding a fluorescent glittering longsword.

Immediately after that–

“Wan Sanqian, come out and receive the sword!”

The sound traveled for thousands of miles.

“Wan Sanqian, I, Ning Wanqiu of the Green Cloud Sect, have come today to invite you to come out and receive the sword!”

For a time, countless gazes looked high into the sky, from Qi Condensation and Foundation Establishment to Yuan Ying and Transformation Spirit.

Ning Wanqiu, Sect Leader of the Qing Yun Sect.

There was no one of this caliber who dared to impersonate so loudly.

The crowd of sword cultivators remembered the ten-year pact.

But the time hadn’t come yet.

However, the person who made the appointment has already killed, if Ten Thousand Swords Villa is cowardly, there will be no need to fight after half a year, the face will be properly lost.

At the same time, in the mountain cave.
A middle-aged figure slowly opened his eyes, followed by a sigh, “Alas, why are you doing this?”

He could already tell that the Ning Wanqiu in the sky had stepped into Soul Refinement, but was clearly at the beginning of the Soul Refinement stage, and was truly no match for himself in a fight.

And the Ning Wanqiu under the black cloud didn’t care about this, lifting up her long sword, it was a chop.

“Wan Sanqian, cut the crap, this sword you can catch down I lose, can’t catch down less talk about what the first sword!”

The sword rose, the sword fell, what appeared to be just a mediocre chop dispersed the black clouds behind it.

The sky dawned, but the sky darkened again, and a giant that covered the sky seemed to appear in the sky, holding a great sword in his hand, and chopping at the sword monument at the bottom of the mountain!
Today was not the time for the appointment, so the Ten Thousand and Thirty Thousand could arrive and start the battle slowly.

Ning Wanqiu couldn’t wait.

She had just broken through Soul Refinement, and her peak state couldn’t support her for so long.

So she had come with the sole purpose of letting Wan Sanqian receive her strongest sword!
What if Wan Sanqian didn’t take it?
Very well done.

Ning Wanqiu’s sword didn’t slash at the disciples, nor did it slash at the elders, it slashed straight at the sword monument that represented the glory of Ten Thousand Swords Villa.

If Wan Sanqian allows her to chop the sword monument, this battle is also not necessary to fight, the face of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa has been shattered, but also to play a hair line.

A sword, chopped down.

Noiseless, but with the same heavenly mighty sword intent.

After the fall, the Ten Thousand Swords Villa regained its light.

A figure retreated from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain.

Wan Sanqian had received the sword.

The corner of his mouth was stained with blood.

“Master Zhuang!”

“Lord of the Manor, Ning Wanqiu is unethical, we’ll cut her off and bring her back!”

After a sword, Sect Master Ning immediately withdrew, dryly.

As for the middle-aged sword cultivator Wan Sanqian, he waved his hand at the words and said, “That’s just it, this sword is also counted as something that my Ten Thousand Swords Villa owes to the Qing Yun Sect, one sword is just one sword, it’s worth it to settle a grudge.”

(End of chapter)