Chapter 1190： Sword Peak

He glanced at the red fire crow behind him, gritted his teeth, suddenly changed direction, and flew in the other direction, in an instant.

"Quack!"

The Scarlet Fire Crow suddenly increased its speed and chased after it.

Within ten breaths, the Scarlet Fire Crow was less than three hundred feet away from Wang Qingshan.

The red fire crow opened its mouth and spewed out billowing flames. Wherever the flames passed, the void was twisted, and it seemed that it could not bear the high temperature.

The azure sword in Wang Qingshan's hand shook slightly, and a large piece of azure sword energy rolled out, turning into a hundred-zhang-long azure sword light, slashing towards the red flame.

Boom!

The blue sword light was shattered by the red flames, and Wang Qingshan was also several hundred meters away.

After another ten breaths, a thousand-zhang peak appeared in front, and the peak was covered by a thick fog.

A whistling sound came from behind him, hundreds of giant fireballs the size of water tanks smashed from behind him, and a rolling heat wave rushed towards his face.

Boom!

After Wang Qingshan smashed dozens of giant fireballs, he was still hit by a dozen giant fireballs, and a sea of ​​red fire drowned Wang Qingshan's figure.

The Scarlet Fire Crow also wanted to take other measures. Suddenly, a sharp sword sound came from the peak, and the next moment, a seven-color sword qi flew out with a length of more than 1,000 meters, with a momentum of destroying the sky and destroying the earth. Slash to the red fire crow.

The seven-color sword qi instantly reached the front of the red fire crow, and the speed was extremely fast.

The red fire crow hurriedly spewed out billowing flames, and the flames were like thin paper, smashed by the seven-color sword energy.

The red fire crow flapped its wings and wanted to dodge, but it was too late, its claws were chopped off by the seven-color sword energy, dripping with blood.

You must know that it is a fourth-order demon bird. Even if it is a magic weapon, it is impossible to cut off its claws with a single blow.

The sea of ​​​​red flames burst out suddenly, Wang Qingshan's breath was wilted, his face was bloodless, turned into a blue light, and flew towards the peak.

Seeing that the prey was about to succeed, the Scarlet Fire Crow naturally wouldn't stop, and planned to chase Wang Qingshan. At this moment, a large piece of seven-color sword qi flew out from the peak and slashed at the Scarlet Fire Crow aggressively.

The red fire crow was startled, flapped its wings, turned a corner, and flew in the other direction.

As soon as Wang Qingshan approached the peak of fifty feet, a powerful suction suddenly appeared, as if there was an invisible big hand, pushing him towards the peak.

Wang Qingshan's complexion changed, and his body surface became brighter, and he wanted to avoid it.

The suction suddenly increased greatly, and Wang Qingshan's body flew towards the peak uncontrollably.

The environment in front of him changed, and Wang Qingshan suddenly appeared on a peak full of flying swords.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, and you could see a lot of flying swords. Some flying swords had only the hilt left, and some flying swords were in flux.

"This is Jianfeng!"

Wang Qingshan was a little surprised. Jianfeng is the dojo of the sword. Generally speaking, major forces will build a Jianfeng to train the younger generation.

Jianfeng is easy to establish, but it is more difficult to form power. First, there must be a large number of flying swords, and secondly, after hundreds of thousands of years of accumulation, Jianfeng can form power.

The Wang family has also established Jianfeng, but for more than a hundred years, it has not yet formed its power. There are thousands of flying swords of various kinds, most of which are magic weapon-level flying swords, and a few are magic weapon-level flying swords.

At the same time that Wang Qingshan appeared, a gust of wind blew through, and the sound of swords was loud.

"Isn't Jin Yuezhen an artifact refiner? When did he become a sword cultivator?"

Wang Qingshan said to himself, with an incredible expression on his face.

Considering that the fourth-order demon beast might still be lingering nearby, Wang Qingshan did not leave immediately, he sat down with his knees crossed, took out a white porcelain bottle, poured out a blue pill, took it, and meditated to adjust his breath.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan's pale complexion returned to rosy.

He stood up and looked around.

The ground was overgrown with weeds, some flying swords were stained with rust, vines were crawling on the sword body, and there was a large piece of broken copper and iron on the ground.

Wang Qingshan pulled out a rusty long sword, the pattern on the hilt was blurred.

He inserted the long sword back to its original position and walked towards the mountain.

Along the way, he saw a large number of flying swords. These flying swords have different shapes, including magic weapons and magic weapons.

Wang Qingshan murmured in his heart: "Is this not the Zuohua Cave Mansion of Master Jinyue, but the site of a great cultivator? Who would build a sword peak in Zuohua Cave Mansion?"

With this question in mind, he walked up the mountain.

After a cup of tea, Wang Qingshan came to the middle of the mountain, and his face became solemn.

He always felt that there was something on the mountain that was calling him all the time. This was the first time this happened.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath and walked forward.

A sharp sword chirping sounded, and colorful sword qi flew out from the mountain, weaving into a huge sword net, covering Wang Qingshan.

An astonishing sword intent rushed out of Wang Qingshan's body, the azure glass sword in his hand slashed towards the void, and a large piece of sharp azure sword energy rolled out, slashing towards the attacking sword net.

Boom!

The sword net was shattered by the blue sword energy, and the air was billowing.

Wang Qingshan walked up the mountain. From time to time, the flying sword stuck on the ground released a large piece of sword energy, slashing at Wang Qingshan, but it was easily resolved by Wang Qingshan.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Qingshan appeared in a huge bluestone square.

In the center of the square is a cyan stone platform more than ten feet long. On the stone platform is a blue flying sword, and a lotus flower pattern is carved on the hilt of the blue flying sword. Around the stone platform are thirty-six thick blue stone pillars, each with a flying sword engraved on the surface of the blue stone pillar, and the thirty-six flying swords have different shapes.

A tall, golden-shirted old man stood on the blue stone platform. He was sweating profusely and his face was slightly pale.

"Who's hiding where? Get out of here."

Wang Qingshan's expression turned cold, and the blue glass sword in his hand made a clear sound of sword cries.

The yellow light flashed, and a large piece of yellow light flew out, blocking the blue sword energy, revealing a curvaceous young woman in a yellow skirt and a middle-aged man with a strong waist If it wasn't for Wang Qingshan's strong consciousness, maybe will be ambushed by them.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't get me wrong, we didn't mean anything else, we thought we were enemies."

The young woman in the yellow skirt said with a smile, they had seen Wang Qingshan's strength with their own eyes, and even if there were three of them, they would not dare to say that they could kill Wang Qingshan.

They can't compare to Wang Qingshan. There are three Nascent Soul cultivators behind them. Wang Qingshan must have a trump card.

"The enemy family? Hmph, this sword is destined for me, let's go! I can pretend that nothing happened."

Wang Qingshan said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on the blue flying sword.

He now understands that this sword peak is to cultivate this flying sword. Through the power of the formation, it absorbs the sword energy of other flying swords, and refines it into this flying sword. Seeing the amazing spiritual energy it exudes, this The flying sword is already a spiritual treasure.

The power of magic treasures is divided into ordinary magic treasures, ancient treasures, spiritual treasures, and heaven-penetrating spiritual treasures from low to high. The flying sword in front of him is already a spiritual treasure, even the cultivators of Nascent Soul want to keep it for themselves.

The two young women in yellow skirts hid and made it clear that they were plotting evil. Wang Qingshan didn't want to start killing people.

"Does it have a fate with you? Daoyou Wang, everything comes first and then arrives later. If you do this, it's too deceiving."

The young woman in the yellow skirt said with a cold face, for a spiritual treasure, she would rather fight with Wang Qingshan, and her fists are no match for four. Wang Qingshan is only one person, so she doesn't believe it, Wang Qingshan can kill the three of them.