In the path of swordsmanship, the arrogance of Baili Yixian is as high as his achievements in swordsmanship.

Now, there are indeed many opportunities in the world, and geniuses are rushing to emerge.

But if any one of them has such a great talent, he would sneer at the first one of them.

"A joke, the person who said this is so short-sighted, like a frog in a well! His talent is higher than that of 6 Qingcang?"

Baili Yixian snorted coldly, and when he mentioned Liu Qingcang's name, a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes.

"Although I, Baili Yixian, dare not say that my talent is higher than 6 Qingcang. Compared to him, we are already a match between us, and I may not even be able to compare with him. That person dares to make such an assertion, which is too underestimated by 6 Qingcang. Even the talent of 6 Qingcang, who is the same sect, does not understand what 6 Qingcang's talent is, and he has the face to say this?"

"I don't know how people in your sect think of 6 Qingcang's talent, but I have been a long-lasting immortal. Since I practiced the sword art, only Crazy Sword 6 Qingcang is the one who I think can move forward with. If it weren't for the subsequent changes, who would eventually be able to deserve the title of Sword God, is unknown..."

When talking about the past, Baili Yixian's voice exudes a sense of remembrance.

The two peerless heroes at that time walked side by side.

They are both the best friends and the strongest opponents.

Even with the strength of Baili Yixian, facing the original Crazy Sword 6 Qingcang, he deeply felt the illusion that he might be crushed at any time if he did not practice to move forward.

At that time, 6 Qingcang was full of mad reputation and his sword energy was free and he was like a mad immortal in the sword, incomparable.

The crazy and free manner made Baili Yixian amazed and admired him.

To this day, he is still remembering his old friends at that time.

It’s a pity that because of a wrong love, the freedom and freedom of this old friend completely disappeared.

From that moment on, the real crazy sword died.

What is alive is just a walking corpse.

The walking corpse who is deeply trapped in love and cannot extricate himself.

"There is never a shortage of geniuses, but will, personality, and fortune are equally important. If I hadn't met that woman, 6 Qingcang's current achievements might have been stronger than me..."

"Manpower is sometimes poor, and God's will is endless. Haha, I had a premonition at the beginning that my Baili Yixian's sword intent was too pure and too extreme. Although the lethality was extremely powerful, the situation was still small..."

"When it comes to the sword Tao pattern, among all the masters I know, no one can compare with the 6 Qingcang who was free and easy at the time. Even you, the sword saint, are slightly worse than him..."

"According to the sword Tao pattern of 6 Qingcang, if the sword heart had not collapsed because of love sorrow, he might not have encountered the obstacle of knowledge and insight so early, and it would be difficult to make progress!"

After saying this in one breath, Baili Yixian seemed to make up for some regrets.

In my heart, a stone fell to the ground.

The expression also became much easier.

Hearing these words, a little sadness appeared on the old sword saint's face.

The Crazy Sword 6 Qingcang is his most valued disciple.

At the beginning, he put too much hope in this disciple.

Even, he was ready to pass on the throne of the sect leader to him.

Helplessly, God does not follow people's wishes.

Who would have thought that the 6 Qingcang, who had lost all his reputation and fought all over the world, would fall quickly.

The decline of his master caught him off guard.

"Baili Yixian, today - you can say these words. I thank you for your honesty for your dead disciple. Nowadays, people in the world say that the crazy sword at the time was not worthy of calling you the peerless pride. Your words..."

Speaking of this, the old sword saint's eyes were filled with tears.

It can be seen that he has a deep relationship with the apprentice Liu Qingcang.

"No need to thank me, I will not accept your gratitude. You should have known for a long time that I killed 6 Qingcang with my own hands..."

As he spoke, Baili Yixian's mouth trembled slightly.

Although the expression on his face was still as cold as before.

Even the cold tone did not change at all.

However, a very clear pain appeared in his heart.

"I know, but I have never thought of avenging him. I have been asking for Ren and getting Ren. Qing Cang's heart has been painful for too long. He is tired and has been tired for a long time. I already know that he has aspirations to die in his heart..."

"Although I was not present when you killed him, I believe that if you Baili Yixian did not have Jue Qingcang's desire to die, you would probably not be able to do anything..."

After saying that, the old sword saint shook his head and sighed repeatedly.

There are some things he didn't see with his own eyes, but he had already seen through the inside story.

That extremely arrogant disciple, even if he dies, would die under his only opponent's sword.

...

Le'er, who was alone, walked step by step into the Tianjue Sword Tomb.

In front of you, the fog is everywhere.

As far as you see, there is an empty and solemn cemetery.

Colorful tombstones embellish them.

In the silence, there is also a smell accumulated over the years.

As soon as he took a step, Le'er suddenly felt the fog in front of her.

It seemed that the arrival of the invader was detected.

Sword intent emerged from the sky.

Some are majestic and grand, with Mount Tai pressing on the top.

Some are heroic and unrestrained, and are full of energy.

Some are fresh and elegant, with glimpses of light.

Some are cold and proud, stunning forever.

Some are boundless and are tearing apart the sky.

Some are central and peaceful, with warm sunshine.

Some are overwhelming and rushing thousands of miles away.

...All of these things are different.

It seems that all the sword intents in the world gather here.

Compete against each other and shine together.

Each sword intent represents the lifelong insight of a strong sword cultivator.

Although its power is not as terrifying as before, the artistic conception contained in it is enough to destroy the spirit.

The sword intent is everywhere in the Tianjue Sword Tomb, but it has not

There is sword energy everywhere.

In the fog, the pictures flashed one after another.

In each picture, there is a sword cultivator walking with a sword.

The sword cultivator in the painting dances the sword energy and laughs proudly in the world.

One night, the fish and dragon dance, the light and shadow are enough to amazed the world.

The churning fog combines into images of light and shadow.

At this time, Le'er stood still and stared at the countless pictures in front of her.

The eyes were attracted involuntarily.

My mind gradually became immersed in the story of the picture.

All the sword cultivators who could hide here were amazing people during their lifetime.

Their lives were also magnificent enough.

For example, one of the sword cultivators had a fluttering dress and a casual sword cut off the surging river.

There was also a sword cultivator wearing a straw raincoat and raising his hand to throw it down in his pocket.

In the heavy rain, I pulled out my sword and stabbed straight towards the sky.

There is also a powerful sword cultivator facing a mountain that is high into the clouds.

He just shouted softly: "Chun!"

Immediately, a sword shone coldly, and the mountains blocked in front of him cut a gap in the sky.

The most tragic thing is that a sword cultivator sneaked into the gods and demons, and faced an invincible strong man, he still persistently drew his sword out of the sheath.

The sword that looked upon death was injected with the power of life.

This sword is truly worthy of the evaluation of the Three Realms of Guangyao.

Even after countless years, future generations still yearn for it.
To be continued...