Chapter 44 Farewell
Seven years later.
On the edge of the sword, Qian Renhan has grown up completely. He is dressed in black and is nearly two meters tall. He is not much different from Qian Xunji. His white hair is scattered behind him very casually, and he is holding a long Jian, there was a trace of distress on his extremely handsome face.
"Imagination, what is the third level of swordsmanship?" Qian Renhan murmured, frowning slightly. It has been a year since he reached the peak state of the unity of man and sword. The next level of the sword His realm is still blank.
“Go ask the old man and see if you can get any inspiration.”
In seven years, Wuhundian’s behavior has not changed at all. The Pope is still Qianxunji, but Its majesty and the number of disciples joining the force are much less than before. On the contrary, the number of Haotian Sect disciples has skyrocketed.
As for Qian Xunji’s cultivation level, it is still at the peak of level 95.
Bibi Dong has not left the Saintess Hall for seven years, cannot obtain soul rings, and can only reach level 89 in cultivation.
In the worship hall, Qiandaoliu is still wearing the golden blue cloak and armor, and his face has not changed at all. If there is a change, it is that his golden eyes have become more vicissitudes. Sitting next to him is a blond man. Beauty, and that person is Qian Renxue.
Seven years have passed and Qian Renxue has grown up. She is no longer the little girl she once was. She is tall, has skin as good as snow, has an almost perfect face, has a divine and noble temperament, and is wearing a gold-woven dress. The palace dress was simple and elegant in style. The golden stand-up collar protected her swan-like snow-white neck. Her long golden hair was casually spread behind her without combing it carefully. It was in sharp contrast to her neat palace attire.
Just sitting there without any movement, the noble face vaguely revealing the majesty makes people dare not take any offense.
Qian Renhan walked in, glanced at Qian Renxue who was practicing, and changed to voice transmission, "Old man."
Qian Daoliu also transmitted voice, "What's the matter? ?”
Qian Renhan asked: “I want to ask you how you broke through the third level of sword intention?”
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu thought about it carefully. , said: "That happened decades ago. At that time, grandpa had become the great priest of Wuhun Palace, and there was no opponent in the entire continent. But one day, the most powerful swordsman in the continent, Chen Jianjun, came to grandpa. , challenged me.”
“Chen Jianjun is the father of the current Qibao Glazed Sect Protector Douluo Chenxin. At that time, Chen Jianjun’s cultivation level was only level 97, and my grandfather was already level 99. If If he really makes a move, grandpa can kill him in one move."
"But grandpa doesn't want to bully him, so he lowers his cultivation level to level 97 to fight him."
Qian Dao. It was impossible for Liu Ziran to tell the truth, say that he was fully defensive, let Lord Chen Sword attack, and then use Lord Chen's sword intention to reach the third level of swordsmanship in the process of resisting damage. It's so shameless to tell your grandson that you broke through after being beaten. Naturally, the tension you have to describe makes your blood boil.
"In the collision with his sword, grandpa was at a disadvantage in the whole process. During this process, grandpa suddenly realized that Chen Jianjun was not superior to grandpa in swordsmanship, but his mastery of swords. The understanding is better than that of Grandpa, and Chen Jianjun told Grandpa that it is called artistic conception."
"After that, Grandpa relied on his martial arts advantage to fight with Chen Jianjun for three days and three nights, and he lost no idea. After many mountains, I finally figured out the artistic conception that Chen Jianjun said, successfully broke through, and then defeated it."
Qian Daoliu clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes full of nostalgia for that battle. Qian Renhan wondered if it was Chen Xin's description of that battle that was problematic. After all, how old Chen Xin was at the time and what his cultivation level was, it was impossible. Go to the Wuhun Hall to be an audience.
"Did you break through in the battle?" Qian Renhan murmured in his heart, and then said: "Old man, I plan to go to the city of killing."
"The city of killing, what are you doing there? ?" Qian Daoliu was startled and forgot about the soul power transmission for a moment, waking up Qian Renxue who was practicing beside him.
"Grandpa. Brother!"
Qian Renxue stood up and shouted, Qian Renhan nodded in response.
“Kill, if you want to get out of the Killing City, you must rely on fighting and killing. Instead of sitting on the edge of the sword and meditating monotonously, unable to find how to break through, it is better to go to the Killing City to experience the battle. Pleasure, maybe I can find a way to break through the third level of swordsmanship. My current cultivation level is level 69, which is not a very auspicious number." Qian Renhan replied, six and six are doubled, this number is very auspicious.
Qian Renxue said quickly: "What, the city of killing, brother, you can't go to the city of killing, it is a real purgatory on earth. If you have any shortcomings, Xiaoxue will have no brother!"
Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head and chuckled: "Tang Hao and that woman can both walk out, so why should I walk out? During this period of my absence, you have to practice well and don't be fooled by that woman. Just go by the nose." Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes turned slightly red, "Brother, Xiaoxue, please, can't you just listen to Xiaoxue once? Don't go to the Killing City."
"You have endured a lot of hardship and anger over the years, haven't you? I heard you once, what else did your stupid head do besides causing trouble for me?" Qian Renhan said nonchalantly. He didn't know that because of his His words caused Qian Renxue to do something even more stupid during his absence, which led him to return and beat Qian Renxue for the first time.
"When are you leaving?"
Qian Daoliu turned around and sighed, the Killing City is an absolutely forbidden place for members of the angel clan, because the evil spirit there is completely opposite to the angel martial spirit, and entering is tantamount to asking for death. However, Qian Renhan's fallen angel, who was completely opposite to the angel's martial soul, had no problem getting in, but what he was afraid of was that Qian Renhan would be affected by evil and become black.
"Tomorrow."
"It's so fast, brother, can't you stay a few more days?" Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes became even redder.
Qian Renhan shook his head, frowning slightly and said: "Go early and go late, sooner or later. Go early and come back early, right?"
"Why are you crying? I'm not going to die. , Just looking for a higher realm of swordsmanship, how can a soul master not go through life and death if he wants to become stronger?"
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment and said: "Go say goodbye to Ji'er, grandpa will not interfere with your choice. "
"Practice well." Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head again and turned towards the Pope's Palace.
At night, a family of four had a rare dinner together. Qian Xunji learned that Qian Renhan was going to the Killing City, and planned to give Qian Renhan a 50,000-year mental head wisdom soul bone absorption treatment. Protection, but Qian Renhan thought the age limit was too low and didn't want it.
There are many hundred thousand year soul beasts in the mainland. It is not difficult for Qian Renhan to kill a set of hundred thousand year soul bones.
After dinner, Qian Renhan walked toward Jianfeng. As soon as he reached the Pope's Palace, he suddenly found a semi-elliptical wooden box lying there. There were traces of friction under the wooden box, and a blond figure was sitting on it. , that person is Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue turned around and shouted: "Brother."
"How old are you to play with such children's things?" Qian Renhan walked over and looked at Qian Renhan helplessly. Ren Xue glanced at her.
"Brother, can you play with Xiaoxue one last time before leaving?"
The moonlight fell on Qian Renxue's exquisite and perfect face. At this time, Qian Renxue's face was gone. The majesty of the young master of Wuhun Palace was replaced by the innocence and cuteness of his childhood. Qian Renhan even saw through it the appearance of Qian Renxue pestering him every day as a child.
"Then let me play with you one last time." Qian Renhan sighed and sat in front of the wooden box.
Qian Renxue grabbed Qian Renhan's shoulders with joy, raised a small fist and said loudly: "Brother start!"
"Keep your balance Xiaoxue." Qian Renhan He kicked his feet forward and said, "Let's go."
The wooden box started and slid down the Pope Mountain like a slide. The frequency and sound of the collision between the wood and the stairs continued to increase, and for a time the Pope Mountain was filled with Hearing the sound of wood knocking and Qian Renxue's cheerful shout, Qian Renhan also showed a slight smile on his lips.
In the Pope's Palace, roars sounded one after another, "Who is it? Do you have a sense of public morality? It's noisy and noisy. There's no need to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow to stand guard at the entrance of the Pope's Palace! It's so noisy. ! ”
Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue said they could not hear the sounds of riots in the Pope's Palace.
(End of this chapter)