Since Song Que defeated Yueshan, the world's No. 1 sword, forty years ago, he has been ranked as the world's No. 1 sword master at the age of tide. In terms of talent, he should be the best master.

His sword drawing action is as if it is combined with the world and the deeper essence behind it, and it is full of the taste of ever-changing things in constant and unchanging ways. There is no gap or flaw to find, and it makes people feel that the first sword that comes with his starting style must be shocking the world and the world, and there is no beginning or end.

At this point, the sword path has reached the level of unpredictable ghosts and gods.

For twenty years, Song Que has been sitting alone in the sharpening hall, and no one has ever seen his heroic posture of making a knife. There are many masters on Guantouzhu who have been famous for a long time. Looking at the sword light that is cold throughout the sky, even though it is several miles away, it is cold all over and depressed.

Nothing could remain in front of his blade, even the invisible and qualitative air fled under the pressure of the sword's wind.

Except, a white jade-like fist.

No one could see clearly how Qin Mu crossed two or three miles and appeared under Song Que's blade.

But no one would have thought that Qin Mu would use a pair of flesh palms to force Song Quewupi's long sword. Even if Shan Wanjing had seen his powerful physical ability, she couldn't help but look worried.

The sword light shone on Qin Mu's face, and the onlookers saw clearly this legendary figure who was born and lived in seclusion for many years.

Everyone could only have one word in their hearts to describe his appearance: "perfect".

His face was not so amazing. Compared with Song Queyi, who was shaped like a magical craft in nature, his face was even more inconspicuous. However, when everyone saw his eyes, they seemed to be attracted by a mysterious alien force and could no longer bear to take their eyes away.

His figure is no longer as majestic as before, but he looks thin and tall, especially impressive. His skin is crystal clear and transparent, with dazzling luster, and his long black hair is split down and placed on his broad shoulders.

I saw him raising his head and smiling under the light of the knife. Shan Wanjing felt that this smile was sharper than Song Que's long sword, stabbing into her heart, a little warm and a little painful.

The night breeze blew his sleeves.

The knife falls, the fist hair.

The world seems to be quiet, the wind stops, and the clouds stop.

Qin Mu's fist was broken under the sword light, as if it was not supported. Shan Wanjing opened her mouth and exclaimed.

But Qin Mu's collar suddenly fluttered, making a sound, and the mist on the water seemed to be attracted by something. It rotated around him, and even the lake water under his feet formed a whirlpool.

The essence of the entire world was inhaled from his pores into his body and transformed into the true energy. Instead, it transformed into the essence of flesh and blood in his body to nourish his body. The light flashed on his hands and was as intact as before, even a little stronger than before he was injured.

This method of using the breathing and suction technique in internal power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, grab the essence of the universe, and replenish itself is like a magic skill. Everyone onlookers were shocked. Even Song Que, who had a look of no waves on his face, all his eyebrows were twitching, and his eyes were unexpected.

Then at this moment of loss of consciousness, Qin Mu urged his fist force, and a powerful force came from Song Que's knife. Song Que's feet sank and his knees fell into the lake.

But he understood that this move would lead him to defeat.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, knowing that the other party did not disappoint them. They looked at the people on the Guantouzhu, and they were all impatient with the eyes of these people.

I saw Song Que lead his left hand, and the two walked on the water and walked deeper into the lake.

There is a Sanshan Island in Taihu Lake. In ancient times, some ancient documents refer to Penglai, which is this small island. The island is connected by three peaks, and there was no trace of it at this time.

When Song Que and Qin Mu walked on the island, their hearts were clear. Knowing that the first meeting between the two was probably the last time, Qin Mu even understood that Song Que must have something to say when he pressed this battle.

Song Que sighed softly: "Brother Qin, I heard your reputation in the past, but I don't want to see your heroic figure today."

When Qin Mu heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother Song, you have been sharpening your knife for three years to say this to me."

Song Que shook his head and said, "Brother Qin knows that I have received the news. When I come, will your Demon Sect be destroyed?"

Qin Mu's heart was shocked, and he understood that Song Que was shaking his psychological defense with words, but a trace of haze flashed in his heart. He looked up at the gloomy sky, and understood what was the unreasonable heaviness in his heart for many days.

"Jingzhai, or Buddhism? Who did they invite? The Evil King is not something that those who are the righteous people can deal with."

Song Que smiled sarcastically and said, "Bi Xuan or Fu Cailin, who knows? They always have to be foolproof."

"Is there anything wrong?" Qin Mu seemed to be unworried for a moment, his face calmed down. He looked up at Song Que and asked, "What is the meaning of Brother Song saying this to me?"

"The unification of the world is inevitable. If I, Song Que, died here, I hope Brother Qin will take care of Lingnan Yi and Er." His tone was sincere and without any falsehood. He was also indifferent when he was dead.

"Our Song family has been in Lingnan for a hundred years and has been working hard, so that the good situation that the natives are now yearning for the Chineseization. If Jingzhai could tell Bi Xuan to take action, in addition to your joining forces with the Evil King, they would have to pay some other price."

Song Que had deep worries in his eyes and said, "If I were still there, with my little reputation, I could still protect Lingnan. But if the Buddhists gave the interests of the Central Plains, the Han family's majesty would be greatly reduced, the natives were originally afraid of power but not virtuous, and the south would be unstable. Brother Qin, Goryeo is the lesson of the past."

Both of them are people who stand at the top of this world. They understand the reason for Yang Guang's obsession with Goryeo.

The land where Goryeo is located was actually the four counties of Liaodong in the early Han Dynasty, not external land, let alone the normal vassal system. Goryeo is one of the only perfect agricultural civilizations that China can see, and it is of great significance.

What's more, the rise of the Sui Dynasty did not mean that it had restored its status as the hegemony of East Asia. On the contrary, Goryeo had just passed its heyday and even achieved the surrender of some Khitans and Xi people. During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it even organized an alliance between the Turks, Goryeo and Southern Chen to prevent the reappearance of unified forces in the Central Plains.

After all, although Goryeo is a small country, its war with the Sui Dynasty was actually a battle for hegemony in Northeast Asia.

It was precisely because of the Chineseization that Goryeo gradually became stronger, but instead turned back to become a evil wolf that coveted the Central Plains. This is where Song Que's worries lie.

Qin Mu did not answer whether he agreed or not, but instead spoke: "Brother Song, please rest assured. No matter whether I win or lose in this battle, the Central Plains will definitely not be famous."

He looked back and smiled, and said, "Brother Song, what they couldn't stop, the waves had already surged, and they could not be reversed by one or two people."

When Song Que saw his smile, he believed it in his heart and smiled.

I saw that he grew up and said, "Brother Qin has been waiting for a long time."

The light flashed, and there was no worries in my heart. The nine-style sky sword showed its glory.

PS: I want to describe this battle more from multiple angles... I can explain the causes and consequences more clearly...

Not water...

It's really not ORZ...
Chapter completed!