Chapter 433 Old Love

Just before Duan Rong drew out his sword, no one noticed, not even Duan Rong, that a tear had fallen from the corner of Lv Qingzhu's eye...

On her beautiful and cold face, a tear slipped past, like a falling meteor in the dark night.

When Lv Qingzhu's sword light was about to cut Duan Rong's throat, the knife in Duan Rong's hand flashed white, and the sword light suddenly appeared!

Duan Rong's sword light and Lv Qingzhu's sword light intertwined together!

Lv Qingzhu's cultivation was one small realm higher than Duan Rong. Duan Rong was at the third level of Yuanqi Realm, while Lv Qingzhu had already achieved the fourth level of Yuanqi Realm.

Although Duan Rong's sword light was much more erratic than the real artistic conception sword light in the hands of the cyclone realm warrior, it was much more solid than Lv Qingzhu's sword light.

Although Duan Rong was one small realm weaker than Lv Qingzhu, with the advantage of the sword light, he actually blocked Lv Qingzhu's attack for a while!

The two of them were as fast as ghosts, fighting at the edge of the dense forest! Every time the blade and sword light met, a strange sound of breaking through the air was emitted!

Suddenly, the sound of breaking through the air was as dense as raindrops!

It was not until this time that Lu Geng and Wang Yue jumped out of the dense forest.

As soon as the two of them came out of the dense forest, they saw Duan Rong and Lu Qingzhu fighting each other, and they were stunned there.

Not far away, at the edge of the flame on the cliff, Wu Shidao walked to the side of Fan Hongjiao, watching Duan Rong and Lu Qingzhu fighting, and said solemnly: "Senior sister, is that a blade?!"

Wu Shidao has always been deep in thought, and he can keep calm when encountering things, but at this time his voice was trembling a little.

Fan Hongjiao just hummed in a mosquito-like voice, but in fact, at this moment, her heart was also in turmoil.

Seeing Fan Hongjiao's calm reaction, Wu Shidao continued, "But Junior Brother, he is only at the third level of Yuanqi Realm! How could it be?!"

Fan Hongjiao looked at the figure flashing by the dense forest and said, "Do you recognize the woman who fought with Junior Brother?"

Wu Shidao shook his head and said, "Not really. I probably haven't seen her."

Fan Hongjiao said, "That woman is also in Yuanqi Realm, but she has also comprehended the sword intent. Although her sword light is not as condensed as Duan Rong's, it is not weak."

Wu Shidao's eyes moved and said, "This woman... seems a bit like someone..."

Fan Hongjiao turned his head and said, "You can see it too."

Six years ago, Lu Qingzhu was only fourteen years old, the age of early February. At that time, she often played on the peaks in the sect.

At that time, Wu Shidao and Fan Hongjiao had seen her.

However, since six years ago, she has never shown up again, and her appearance and temperament have changed in the past six years.

Moreover, Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao were shocked by Duan Rong's sudden use of the sword light at first, so they had no time to think about the woman carefully.

Duan Rong's ability to use the sword light means that he has comprehended the sword intention!

He has only been in the Yuanqi realm for more than half a year!

Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao, who comprehended the artistic conception and advanced to the cyclone realm, went through countless hardships and difficulties, and were beaten to comprehend the artistic conception and use the power of the artistic conception to form a cyclone.

That was more than ten years of hard training!

How come it seemed so easy for Duan Rong to comprehend the sword intention and use the sword light casually!

It was shocking enough to achieve the third level of the Yuanqi realm in half a year! Who would have thought that the junior brother could comprehend the sword intention!

What kind of freak is this!

You should know that although Lv Qingzhu also comprehended the artistic conception in the Yuanqi Realm, her cultivation was personally instructed by the Taiyi Sect's ancestor, and even the exercises she practiced were not selected in the Sutra Repository, but were created by the ancestor himself to adapt to her mentality.

In view of this, Fan Hongjiao and Wu Shidao could understand that she could comprehend the artistic conception in the Yuanqi Realm.

But what about Duan Rong? Duan Rong practiced like them. Who could know better than the two of them? In the past six months, no one has guided Duan Rong in his cultivation.

Even Duan Rong has never asked Fan Hongjiao any questions about cultivation.

And in the past six months, he has quietly achieved the first, second, and third levels of the Yuanqi Realm, and also comprehended the sword intent!

Such a monster!

Such a genius!

No wonder the master values ​​him so much? !

The two fought for a while, and Duan Rong gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Although Duan Rong's sword intent is better than Lu Qingzhu's sword intent, the gap in realm is still a bit big. Lu Qingzhu has been in the fourth level of Yuanqi Realm for half a year, and is only half a step away from achieving Yuanqi Realm Great Perfection.

If the battle continues for a long time, Duan Rong will obviously be defeated!

The amazing force generated by the intersection of the two people's sword and sword has gradually made Duan Rong's hands tremble. This is also due to his insufficient cultivation level and inability to suppress this huge recoil force.

The sword shadow in Lu Qingzhu's hand is getting faster and faster. Duan Rong's sword light flickers, and his steps stagger backwards.

Fan Hongjiao has naturally seen the situation in the field. Duan Rong is obviously struggling to hold on. She urged the Yuanqi in her Dantian, and the whip shadow in her hand was swung over.

The tip of the python whip in Fan Hongjiao's hand wrapped around the sword in Lu Qingzhu's hand.

After all, Fan Hongjiao is already a strong man in the third level of the cyclone realm. No matter how powerful Lu Qingzhu is, how can he block her whip?

However, Fan Hongjiao only held her weapon to prevent her from hurting anyone, and she did not dare to really hurt Lu Qingzhu.

How the sect ancestor dotes on Lv Qingzhu, who in the sect doesn't know?

When Duan Rong saw Fan Hongjiao holding Lv Qingzhu, he jumped away immediately.

Even though he was out of the fight, Duan Rong's hands were still shaking.

Fan Hongjiao used the python whip to pull Lv Qingzhu's long sword, and said with a smile: "Junior sister Lv, I don't know how my junior brother offended you? Tell me, I will teach him a lesson for you. I was really scared to see you two facing each other with swords! I can't explain who was hurt!"

Duan Rong exhaled a foul breath and looked at Fan Hongjiao.

His senior sister usually seemed to speak very aggressively, recklessly and boldly. But at this time, the few words she said to Lv Qingzhu were flawless, soft but hard, and the degree was also very good.

It can be seen that she is not usually unable to do it, she just disdains to do it.

Lv Qingzhu looked at Duan Rong with a cold face and asked, "Is he from your Yunfu Peak now?"

Fan Hongjiao smiled and said, "Yes. My master likes my junior brother very much."

Lv Qingzhu said, "Go back and tell Zhu He! I will kill this man!"

After Lv Qingzhu finished speaking, he shook the long sword in his hand, and Fan Hongjiao also tactfully let go of the whip from the long sword.

Lv Qingzhu sheathed the long sword, and without looking at anyone in the field, he turned and walked into the dense forest.

Seeing Lv Qingzhu leave, Fan Hongjiao let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Duan Rong, and asked, "Why did you offend Lv Qingzhu? Why did she have to kill you?"

Duan Rong looked at Lv Qingzhu's back disappearing in the dense forest, his eyes were slightly stunned, and he said, "This is a long story, Senior Sister, let's leave here first."

Fan Hongjiao looked at Duan Rong deeply, she could see that Duan Rong didn't want to say it.

"Okay. Let's clean up the corpses of the Yuan beasts and leave."

Lv Qingzhu walked into the dense forest and came to the side of the corpses of the five baby elephants. She picked up the cloth bag that fell there, put it on her back, and then left.

Lv Qingzhu walked in the dense forest for a while before suddenly stagnating. She held on to a tree trunk, gasping for breath, and the cloth bag on her back fell to her feet.

At this time, in the darkness, Lv Qingzhu's face was covered with tears.

She held the tree trunk with one hand and couldn't help crying secretly.

At that moment not long ago, she really thought she was going to kill Duan Rong.

The moment when the sword in her hand was about to cut Duan Rong's throat, the heart under her chest was actually in great pain, as if it was twisted by something in an instant.

"Why am I like this?"

"I obviously hate him so much!"

"Why?..."

Lv Qingzhu's emotions calmed down a little. She stood in the dark and murmured to herself: "Why? Can't I kill him?"

"No! I will kill anyone who hinders my heart!" Lv Qingzhu clenched the scabbard in her hand.

In the past six years, every time she reached a critical moment in her practice, Duan Rong's shadow always appeared in her mind inexplicably. She always thought that she couldn't let go of that thing and hated this person too much, so she was like this.

But today, when she really drew the sword and stabbed her throat, she realized that her sword didn't seem to stab Duan Rong, but she stabbed her own heart.

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"Don't I hate him? If I don't hate him, then..."

"No! That's not it!"

Lv Qingzhu stood alone in the dark forest for a long time...

Duan Rong and his group had already returned to the training chamber behind the first floor hall of Yunfu Peak with the bodies of two adult red fire elephants and five baby elephants.

Under Wang Yue's exquisite dissecting knife skills, five piles of Yuan beast flesh and blood were quickly separated.

And Duan Rong's pile was almost the same as Wu Shidao's.

Before, Lu Geng, Wang Yue and others might have some opinions about Duan Rong getting the same amount of training resources as Wu Shidao. But since Duan Rong used the sword light, the two of them were a little timid when they saw Duan Rong.

After dividing the training resources, several people took their own Yuan beast flesh and blood and returned to the training chamber.

Duan Rong threw the large pile of flesh and blood he was given into the black jade pool. Because he was given more flesh and blood, the flesh and blood pile was slightly raised above the black jade pool. However, looking at the visible cold air floating at the mouth of the black jade pool, Duan Rong knew that even if it was slightly raised, it would soon be soaked by the thick cold air in the black jade pool.

Duan Rong walked out, closed the narrow stone door, walked slowly to the table, and sat there in a daze.

Not long after Wu Shidao entered his own secret room for cultivation, he came out again. After a while, a falcon flew out from the pavilion on Yunfu Peak. The black shadow flashed and rushed into the rolling clouds and mist, disappearing without a trace...

At this time, Duan Rong was still in the secret room for cultivation, looking at a handkerchief in his hand by candlelight.

The handkerchief was covered with blood, and a winter plum was embroidered in one corner. The blood stains on this handkerchief were from the blood that Lu Qingzhu wiped off Ah Mo's face six years ago.

Six years have passed, and Duan Rong has kept this handkerchief. But in the past two years, he has rarely taken it out to look at it.

He thought he had forgotten Lv Qingzhu!

But when he saw her again, the past suddenly came to his mind!

Everything in that dilapidated temple, and Lv Qingzhu's determination when she left!

Duan Rong held the handkerchief and murmured: "Although I still have feelings for her, it's a pity, it's a pity that she wants to kill me!"

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly condensed, and the vitality in his palm was surging, and the handkerchief turned into powder in an instant...

That night, Zhu He returned to the peak and called Wu Shidao over.

Zhu He looked at Wu Shidao and asked, "Are you sure it's the sword light?"

Wu Shidao replied cautiously, "Master, my junior brother has indeed comprehended the sword intent! Although it is not pure enough, the sword light is a little erratic. But it is definitely the sword light!"

Zhu He walked back to the empty space in front of the table with his hands behind his back, pacing.

Zhu He was always calm and composed, and this was the first time Wu Shidao saw him look anxious.

Zhu He paced while muttering to himself, "Vitaminous energy realm?... The third level?... Sword light... comprehending the artistic conception?!"

As he was talking, he suddenly stopped, stared at Wu Shidao in a daze, and asked, "Duan Rong is in the third level of the Yuanqi realm, right?"

"Ah... Yes, it's the third level."

Zhu He paced there for a long time, and suddenly let out a long breath.

Back then, his junior fellow apprentice Gu Daoling also realized the artistic conception in the Yuanqi realm! It caused a sensation in the sect!

Who would have thought that two hundred years later, there would be someone who came after him!

And Gu Daoling realized the artistic conception when he achieved the great perfection of the Yuanqi realm, and he suddenly gained something and realized it.

And Duan Rong actually realized the artistic conception in the third level of the Yuanqi realm!

Genius!

A peerless genius!

Zhu He suddenly stood there and laughed wildly.

The laughter made Wu Shidao feel a little scared.

Zhu He laughed for a while, then suddenly turned his head to look at Wu Shidao and asked, "You said that little girl Lu Qingzhu wanted to kill Duan Rong?"

Wu Shidao was stunned by Zhu He's jumpy thinking and said, "Yes. In the dark forest, Lu Qingzhu suddenly attacked the junior apprentice. If the junior apprentice had not realized the artistic conception, I'm afraid he would have been killed by her."

Zhu He's face suddenly became a little ugly when he heard it.

Zhu He didn't care about Lu Qingzhu's father. He and Lu Zhongtang didn't get along well, and they were even more hostile to each other in the fight for the next leader.

He was worried about the ancestor of the sect. The ancestor was more than a thousand years old, and in the past few hundred years, he seemed to be indifferent to the bloodline of his Lu family and didn't care much.

In the past few hundred years, the ancestor never intervened in the affairs of the sect and the secular world for the bloodline of the Lu family.

This shows that after a thousand years of practice, the ancestor has become indifferent to the matter of bloodline.

However, since the ancestor saw the three-year-old Lu Qingzhu for the first time seventeen years ago, he has loved this girl very much and cared about her practice all the way.

Although Zhu He didn't understand the reason, he knew very well the position of Lu Qingzhu in the heart of the ancestor of the sect.

He was not afraid of this little girl no matter who was behind her, but it happened to be the ancestor of the sect, which made Zhu He feel a little afraid.