Chapter 44 Goodbye

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. He has white hair hanging casually behind him. He is holding a long sword and has an extremely handsome face. There was a trace of distress on it.

"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 human-sword integration, and he is still blank about the next level of the sword. .

"Go ask the old man and see if you can get some inspiration."

In seven years, Wuhun Palace's behavior has not changed at all. The Pope is still Qian Xunji, but his majesty and the number of disciples joining the force are much smaller than before. On the contrary, the number of disciples of Haotian Sect has skyrocketed.

As for Qian Xunji's cultivation level, it is still at the peak of level 95.

Bibi Dong has not left the Holy Maiden Hall for seven years, cannot obtain soul rings, and can only reach level 89 in cultivation.

In the enshrinement hall, Qian Daoliu 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. There is a beautiful blonde sitting next to him, and that person is sitting next to him. It’s 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, and has a divine and noble temperament. She is wearing a long palace dress made of gold silk with a simple style. And elegant, the golden stand-up collar protected her swan-like snow-white neck, and 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 said, "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 and said: "That happened decades ago. At that time, my grandfather had become the great priest of Wuhun Hall. There was no opponent in the entire continent, and one day the number one in the continent Swordsman Chen Jianjun came to grandpa and challenged me."

"Chen Jianjun is the father of the current Protector Douluo Chenxin of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. At that time, Chen Jianjun's cultivation level was only level 97, but grandpa was already at level 99. If he really made a move, grandpa could kill him in seconds with one move. he."

"But grandpa didn't want to bully him, so he lowered his cultivation level to level 97 to fight against him."

It was naturally impossible for Qian Daoliu to tell the truth and say that he was fully defensive and allowed Lord Chen Sword to attack, and then in the process of resisting damage, he could reach the third level of swordsmanship through Lord Chen Sword's sword intention. 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 Lord Chen Sword was not superior to grandpa in swordsmanship, but that his understanding of swords was superior to grandpa. And Chen Jianjun told grandpa that it is called artistic conception."

"After that, grandpa relied on his martial soul advantage to fight with Lord Chen Jian for three days and three nights, cutting off countless mountains. Finally, he figured out the artistic conception of Lord Chen Jian, successfully broke through, and defeated him."

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 achieve a breakthrough in battle?" Qian Renhan murmured in his heart, and then said: "Old man, I plan to go to the killing city."

"City of Slaughter, 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 on the side.

"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 thrill of fighting. Maybe you can find it. The way to break through the third level of swordsmanship is that 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 quickly said: "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 my absence, you have to practice hard and don't let that woman lead you by the nose." Walk."

Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes turned slightly red, "Brother, Xiaoxue is begging you, 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 we 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. Entering there is tantamount to seeking death, but Qian Renhan is completely different from the Angel Martial Spirit." On the contrary, it is indeed okay for the fallen angel to enter, but what he is afraid of is that Qian Renhan will 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: "If you go early and go late, you have to go sooner or later. Go early and come back early, right?"

"Why are you crying? I'm not going to die. I'm 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 hard." Qian Renhan rubbed Qian Renxue's head again and turned towards the Pope's Palace.

At night, a family of four gathered together for a rare dinner. Qian Xunji learned that Qian Renhan was going to the Killing City, and planned to protect Qian Renhan's 50,000-year mental head, wisdom and soul bone from being absorbed, but Qian Renhan failed. I thought the age limit was too low and didn't want it.

There are many hundred thousand year soul beasts in the mainland, so it is not difficult for Qian Renhan to kill a set of hundred thousand year soul bones.

After dinner, Qian Renhan walked towards 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 her head and shouted: "Brother."

"How old are you to still play with children's things like this?" Qian Renhan walked over and looked at Qian Renxue helplessly.

"Brother, can you play with Xiaoxue one last time before leaving?"

The moonlight fell on Qian Renxue's delicate and perfect face. At this time, Qian Renxue's face no longer had the majesty of being the young master of Wuhun Palace. Instead, it was pure and cute when she was a child. Qian Renhan even saw her childhood through it. Qian Renxue pestered him every day.

"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 it!"

"Keep your balance, Xiaoxue." Qian Renhan kicked his feet forward, "Let's go."

The wooden box started and slid down the Pope Mountain like a slide. The frequency and sound of the collision of wood and steps continued to increase. For a time, the Pope Mountain was filled with the sound of wood knocking and Qian Renxue's cheerful shouts. There was also a slight smile on the corner of Han's mouth.

In the Pope's Palace, roars were heard one after another, "Who is it? Do you have a sense of public morality? It's so 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.