Chapter 2219

Don't respect the sky, don't believe in fate, and want to cut out the way by yourself?

Gu Chen seems to have seen another Chen Daolin, Yan Qinghou's pride and persistence are admirable.

But, did he succeed in the end?

Obviously, he did not succeed, otherwise he would not be buried here.

Gu Chen searched, wanting to find out his final ending.

Chu Meixin's heart was touched even more. How honorable is it for such a senior person to receive the evaluation of "the sky does not give birth to youth, and the ages are like a long night" when they were young?

In many scenes, his enemies are all over the strong clans of various Daomen, whether it is the younger generation or the old strong, there are very few who can block his sword.

The invincible posture when swinging the sword seems to be born for the sword!

Because he was born for the sword, so the way of the sword he pursues is purer than everyone else, and can't tolerate any flaws?

Chu Meixin suddenly remembered what her grandfather had said to her when she was young.

At that time, she practiced one of the sword moves slightly wrong, and her grandfather asked her to practice it a thousand times a day until it was perfect.

At that time, she was lazy and unwilling, saying that anyway, the power was achieved, and it was almost the same.

Grandpa said: "A real swordsman cannot tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes!"

At that time, she seemed to understand but half understood, now looking at the scene of Yan Qinghou's life, she realized that he was that kind of person.

The two searched for the last scene of Yan Qinghou's life, Chu Meixin walked forward quickly, and soon got something.

His strong regret and unwillingness stayed at the last moment of his life, so this picture is more real than anything else, as if he was on the scene.

It was in the midst of a vast mountain range, with purple and green swords on his back, Yan Qinghou, who had already looked like a middle-aged vicissitudes, ushered in the final battle of his life.

Although the person who fought with him was much younger than he looked now, Gu Chen and Chu Meixin still recognized him as the current Sword Ancestor.

"Yan Qinghou, I will definitely defeat you in today's battle!"

The former Sword Ancestor seemed to be challenging Yan Qinghou in the attitude of a subordinate. Yan Qinghou observed him carefully and nodded in satisfaction.

"You have been defeated by me dozens of times, right? Do you know why I have not killed you and kept your life until today?"

"Why?" Jianzu gritted his teeth.

"Because the master is lonely, I have long been unable to find an opponent in the way of swordsman. You are the only one who has some talent and has improved rapidly. I know that one day, sooner or later, you will be able to reach the level of fighting me."

"I needed someone who was at the pinnacle of every aspect to help me take that last step, and you didn't disappoint me!"

Yan Qinghou said arrogantly, and Jianzu was angry when he heard the words. "Are you taking me as your test stone? I'm afraid you're going to make a big fall today!"

After finishing speaking, Sword Ancestor charged forward with his sword in hand, while Yan Qinghou laughed heartily. "Do your best!"

The two of you came and went, and the sword energy spanned hundreds of miles, cutting the mountains, rivers and earth into pieces, and the sky was darkened.

In this peak battle, at the end the Sword Ancestor was covered in bruises, panting for breath while leaning on the sword, obviously he didn't have much strength to fight again.

As far as Qinghou is concerned, his clothes are not stained with dust, and the sword energy and sword intent emanating from his body have all reached their peak.

The other person's sword merged into one, and his aura climbed to an unprecedented peak in this life. He no longer looked at Jian Zu, but raised his head, his eyes were like torches, and looked straight at the sky!

On this day, he chose to forcibly attack the Dao Ancestor Realm, wanting to prove Dao Chengzu with the purest way of swordsmanship!

The thunderclouds in the sky are torrential, and the nine-colored rays of light are hidden in it, and after that, the hidden truth of the world, the supreme nine primordial principles, like nine suns, bloom with endless light and heat, which cannot be shaken!

In the shadow of the sun, there were people sitting on five void thrones, watching him indifferently.

Without any fear, Yan Qinghou raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar. The two swords merged into one, and he unleashed the strongest sword in his life!

"Ten God Emperor Kills—"

This sword made the whole picture unstable, Yan Qinghou cut off all escape routes, and began to attack the Dao Ancestor Realm without thinking about himself!

The sword is upright, and his swordsmanship is also unstoppable, even if everything is destroyed!

In the end, the dark clouds in the sky cleared away, and Yan Qinghou's aura rapidly declined from its peak, covered with scars, and strong unwillingness and anger were revealed in his eyes.

He failed, he went against the sky, but in the end he still couldn't compete with the sky!

The price of failure is death, his body is riddled with holes, and his soul is also cracked.

The former Sword Ancestor looked at Yan Qinghou in a daze. The process of Yan Qinghou's failure in proving the Dao had a huge impact on him.

"kill me."

Yan Qinghou was hopeless, he could not live long, all that was left in this body was pain, he was desperate, painful and unwilling.

Seeing him who was once full of vigor and vigor, Jianzu fell into the field now, with a heavy heart, he braced his body, raised the sword in his hand, and fulfilled his wish.

"Why? I haven't defeated you yet..."

Jian Zu also felt unwilling, his eyes were red.

Yan Qinghou didn't respond, he knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, the purple and blue swords were stuck on the ground, and he died suddenly with endless regret and unwillingness!

At this point, the picture is broken, not far away, a skeleton is exactly the same as Yan Qinghou's posture when he died, holding two Ziqing swords in his hands.

Although they have gone through an infinitely long world, these two swords are still intact, and they emit purple and blue lights in the darkness.

There is no soul refining here, only the strong emotions left by Yan Qinghou, and these emotions have been transformed into that terrifying sword intent until today.

After learning about Yan Qinghou's life, Chu Meixin was deeply saddened, so she took the initiative to kneel down and saluted Yan Qinghou's bones.

But any sword cultivator cannot disrespect Yan Qinghou. This is why Jianzu killed Yan Qinghou in the end, right?

Living for the sword, dying for the sword, Yan Qinghou died tragically.

"Pity."

Gu Chen felt a little regretful, Yan Qinghou walked a road of no return, in this regard, he is not as wise as Chen Daolin.

However, if you think about it carefully, this is his way, just as he disdains to prove his way with the help of Bayi Art, I am afraid that he has never thought of using the power of the Tyrannical Clan.

He lived much earlier than Chen Daolin, Chen Daolin was able to find opportunities in the Demon Mine of Absolute Beginning, he may not be unable to.

It's just that he, who wants to become an ancestor with the way of the sword, is unwilling to even think about these possibilities.

Born in the Hongmeng Dao Realm, one is destined to be governed by the rules here. How easy is it to break the rules?

Unwilling to compromise, unwilling to be flexible, should I say Yan Qinghou is stupid, or persistent?

Gu Chen knows that he is not qualified to judge a person who is going to die, the world is always pushed forward by such people, it is hard to say whether they are right or wrong.

After Chu Meixin kowtowed, Yan Qinghou's bones seemed to sense something, and the two swords Zi and Qing trembled in unison!

For so long, no true disciple of Jiange was able to enter here.

Chu Meixin passed the test of Jianxin, and naturally won the approval of the two swords.

This is her chance, and the dwarf emperor is afraid that he will be disappointed, the purple and blue swords are not destined for him.