The summer grass is as green as silk, and the southern mulberry trees have low green branches.
When you are thinking of returning home, it is the time when I am heartbroken.
The spring breeze does not know me, why does it enter my curtains?
Li Qiubai returned to Chang'an, facing the Great Xia Imperial City, which was known as the largest city in the human world.
His expression was calm and peaceful as he gazed into the city.
Everyone in the city looked up at the man in green shirt outside the city.
Xia Xiaoxiao's eyes were red as she looked at the green-shirted swordsman who was really angry for the first time in his life. She seemed like a little girl who was sulking, feeling wronged and worried.
The worry is that Prince Qing has become so powerful that no one can stop him.
Even though she had always had great trust in Li Qiubai, she no longer dared to hope that he could make the current Prince Qing surrender.
However, this Lady of Great Xia, who was actually married to Li Qiubai in name only and in reality, knew her "husband"'s temper too well.
A swordsman like him would not change his mind once he decided on something.
"The Sword Immortal is late." The Great Xia cultivator, who had already fallen into despair because of Xia Zhao's answer, was subconsciously delighted when he saw someone coming from the sky. Then he immediately calmed down and became extremely pessimistic. "If he had come half a quarter of an hour earlier and reached Chang'an before Prince Qing was promoted to Half-Ancestor, perhaps he could have turned the tide..."
In less than half a quarter of an hour, Prince Qing first killed Xuan Zun and then was promoted to Banzu.
This period of less than half a quarter of an hour determined many things.
Everyone present felt lost and extremely painful.
"Now that Prince Qing has become a semi-ancestor, what use is there for the Sword Immortal to come in person?"
Marquis Anxi looked at the man in blue shirt outside the city and felt extremely sad.
…
Outside the city.
The swordsman in green robes stood facing the wind, his sleeves fluttering, standing out from the crowd.
Finally, Li Qiubai said, "Whether he is a sword immortal or not, you will know after trying."
The deep voice resounded between heaven and earth, and a gust of spring breeze blew into the city.
In the outer city of Chang'an, under the eaves of a three-courtyard house, there was a string of wind chimes hung by a child, which suddenly started to tinkle.
However, I could only hear the sound of the wind chimes but could not see the person who tied the bells.
King Qing, who had been planning for ten thousand years in Qingzhou and whose talent was unrivaled in the martial arts of the time and who had just finally been promoted to a semi-ancestor, just laughed proudly and said, "I want to see if the so-called Chang'an Sword Immortal can still last a hundred moves in my hands now?"
Sizzle.
At this moment, the Lu Zun spear in his hand flashed slightly.
“Is the time up?” Xia Qing, who no longer needed to hide his strength, extended his left fist.
Boom boom boom!
In Chang'an, at the locations where the Tang buildings were originally located, a long rainbow fell, which was enough to change the color of the sky.
Then, the entire Chang'an city was filled with light. Golden light burst out, rushed straight into the sky, and merged into the flashing Lu Zun Spear in Prince Qing's hand.
The previously hazy Spear of Slaughter became solid again, emitting brilliant divine light.
When he was Emperor Wu, he could only control the power of the Killing Lord Array for half a quarter of an hour, but now he is a Half-Ancestor.
Things are different now.
Immediately, Xia Qing swung his spear and killed the statue.
The divine flames were shocking, as if divine fire was sent down from heaven. The divine light was endless, and endless runes formed one glowing spear after another, emitting tremendous light mist and flying forward.
The blazing glow was dazzling, as if the heaven and earth were pressing down. The energy fluctuations were frighteningly large, and the aura was so majestic that it shook the sky.
Facing this overwhelming force, Li Qiubai raised his hand and started to move.
The sword intent soared into the sky.
The clouds in the sky are swirling like a tornado.
Things change rapidly.
It's amazing.
Li Qiubai used his abundant sword power to draw a tornado between heaven and earth, which was in the shape of a funnel, like a dancing blue dragon, and seemed to reach straight into the sky. It kept spinning, becoming more and more intense, and formed a huge white sword.
But he was not satisfied yet.
Reach out again and lift it up.
"Again." He said softly.
The endless white clouds are like windy, sandy, and boulders, like dragons and snakes.
Another tornado suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The weather of heaven and earth rises again together and will never dry up or weaken.
A piece of cloud sword.
Two pieces of cloud sword.
Three-cut cloud sword.
Above the sky, Li Qiubai used the power of heaven and earth, made the clouds into a giant sword, and rushed towards the luminous spears in the sky with the surging power of heaven and earth.
With a crackling sound, the spears exploded one by one, and the powerful power of heaven and earth completely dissipated, turning into a sky full of rosy clouds that spread in all directions.
Even though the two of them were fighting in the sky, the powerful aftermath still affected the buildings in Chang'an City.
Many buildings flew up immediately, like fallen leaves in the wind, insignificant in the strong wind, drifting with the wind, and then as if encountered by thunder, they were shattered in an instant and turned into powder and scattered.
The spears dissipated, and so did the Cloud Sword.
The sky was clear again in Qingming.
Xia Qing stood proudly in the sky, his long hair motionless in the strong wind, and said calmly: "Using sword will to forcibly borrow the power of heaven and earth, and thus steal the power of the sword immortal, Li Qiubai, is this your sword immortal realm?"
"This method of stealing the power of heaven and earth for your own use was able to defeat me once, only because I deliberately concealed my own strength."
"Back then, we were both in the eighth realm, and you defeated me with one sword. I was convinced that you were inferior to me in skills, and I had nothing to say. But now I have been promoted to a semi-ancestor, and you are only in the eighth realm. It is ridiculous for you to want to defeat me again."
The only semi-ancestor cultivator of the human race, with sharp eyes and a voice like a bell, said, "Li Qiubai, today I will grant you a defeat as you wish."
Li Qiubai said nothing, but his mind moved. The wind rose and the three cloud swords gathered again, but this time they no longer moved forward separately. Instead, they suddenly gathered together to form a long sword that covered the sky, and slashed towards Chang'an and Xia Qing.
"Just in time!" Xia Qing just laughed when he saw this.
He held the spear in one hand and rushed upward against the momentum of the giant sword. Golden blood surged through his body, making the sky and the earth look golden, like a bright sun.
Click!
Although the spear formed by the Killing Lord Formation seemed extremely small compared to the Cloud Sword, its power was in no way inferior.
Xia Qing actually tore the piece of cloud sword into pieces, causing it to float away again and return to the sky.
"It's just a trifle." He grinned.
Then, Xia Qing punched out with his left fist again, and with his fist as the center, circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread out between heaven and earth.
The next moment, a long rainbow hung upside down in the sky, and a powerful energy burst towards Li Qiubai like a flood.
"Now it's my turn," Xia Qing said arrogantly, letting out a smug laugh from the bottom of his heart, "Let's see if you can take this move of mine."
In the long rainbow, nine bolts of lightning exploded outwards, circling and surrounding like a dragon.
For a moment, the earth shook and all the lights were distorted wherever the rainbow passed, and fell from the sky.
There was a loud roar of wind and thunder.
Li Qiubai looked solemn, and an ancient and dull long sword appeared in his hand.
Cow ear.
A leader who has lost all his spirituality and has lost his luster.
The Green Shirt Sword Immortal held his sword horizontally in the air and said softly, "Since I use Chang'an as my name and seek defeat as my reputation, then I will never be defeated in Chang'an."
The next moment.
There was a resounding sound rising from heaven and earth.
The huge city of Chang'an was shaken.
There is a mighty sword energy, sweeping forward.
There is a sword across the sword immortal's chest.
Inside the city, the decorations on the roofs of the many halls in the imperial palace include the Vermilion Bird, Chiyu, and Chi beasts at both ends of the main ridge, the heavy beasts on the double ridges, the ridge beasts on the ridges, and the corner beasts at the turning points of the ridges...
In addition, there is a row of animals moving forward in front of the heavy beasts and the supporting beasts. The dragon, phoenix, lion, Pegasus, seahorse, Suanni, Yayu, Xiezhi, Douniu, Xingshi, etc. are turned into powder in turn.
Outside the city, a purple dragon of lightning and thunder, as powerful as a rainbow, exploded in the air.
Inside the imperial palace, many Daxia cultivators looked pale.
Even with their level of cultivation and physique, facing the mighty energy that shook the heaven and earth, they felt that their whole body was moved by it, as if they were watching the water of a great river coming from the sky, incomparably magnificent, with countless energy flowing, mysterious and powerful.
"The spirit is as powerful as a bull and as strong as a rainbow. It's such a grand spectacle of swordsmanship. I think the other two sword immortals would be amazed if they saw it." Even at this critical moment, seeing this scene, Marquis Anxi couldn't help but sigh.
Although Xia Xiaoxiao was extremely worried at this moment, when she heard the Great Xia cultivator sighing, a hint of pride could not help but flashing in her phoenix eyes.
This is her husband.
She raised her phoenix eyes and stared intently at the man in the green shirt, with nothing else in her eyes.
I have never asked for defeat in my life, and I am sure you will not lose this time.
…
Buzz buzz buzz!
The clanging sound between heaven and earth grew louder.
This is the sound of a sword whistling.
As Li Qiubai destroyed his sword art, Niu Er's divinity dimmed. But at this moment, Li Qiubai relied on his own willpower to make the three-foot sword sound unfair.
Seeing this scene, Xia Qing, with an indifferent expression, was shocked and impressed, but he did not have the slightest fear or worry. He stood firm, walked like a dragon or a tiger, and wielded the Lu Zun spear.
Endless blazing electric light gushed out.
Only this time the thunder was no longer purple, but dazzling gold.
The thunder roared, and the sound of swords whistling filled the sky and earth.
The sky and earth were filled with golden electric light, and a violent collision occurred.
One after another, golden lightning rushed up, emitting divine light, like a dragon, rushing towards Li Qiubai madly.
Li Qiubai waved the Ox's Ear, and the sword energy was hooked and poured out like a waterfall.
The sword energy was so majestic and powerful that it was like a huge white rainbow, filling the void.
Wherever the sharp sword energy passed through the void, many huge cracks appeared, which were filled with black holes and nothingness. Then, under the influence of the power of heaven and earth, they quickly healed.
The sword energy was so powerful that it crushed all the dragons into pieces.
Wonders of heaven and earth.
Thousands of dragons dance and swords break through the void.
Inside the imperial palace, the Daxia monks raised their heads and watched the two people fighting in the sky, creating a shocking noise, and they couldn't help but have an idea.
One was the most accomplished swordsman during the Chang'an period, and the other was the most accomplished martial artist during the Chang'an period.
How great it would be if Prince Qing didn't have such cruel behavior and violent thoughts, and assisted Xia Zhao wholeheartedly without regrets?
There was no grudge between the two of them.
These two people should work together to eliminate the devil instead of killing each other.
This scene is really heartbreaking.
…
The battle continues.
Xia Qing looked relaxed, but he was becoming more and more frightened in his heart.
He always believed that he lost to Li Qiubai the second time only because he concealed his strength, but he did not think that in the battle above Qingcheng, it turned out that Li Qiubai did not use his full strength.
Is sword cultivation really so outrageous?
He is clearly at the eighth level of cultivation. How could he achieve this with just his sword skills?
He is so terrifying even before he opens the way. If Li Qiubai opens the way again, how powerful will his strength be?
Xia Qing could clearly feel that if he had not already been promoted to a semi-ancestor, he would not be a match for Li Qiubai this time.
But assumptions are just assumptions after all, and he is now a real half-ancestor.
So he was at ease.
Xia Qing was methodical and waiting silently.
The Eight Realms are still the Eight Realms after all, unorthodox methods are ultimately insignificant, and the borrowed power of heaven and earth will eventually be exhausted.
Just like a castle in the air, no matter how magnificent and grand it is, without a foundation, it will eventually collapse.
boom!
Prince Qing shook his spear, and the entire sky shook, emitting divine light and suppressing everything, like a hundred thousand mountains falling.
The sword energy in the sky shattered, and Li Qiubai stumbled for the first time, retreating several feet.
His face was as pale as snow, with blood oozing out of his seven orifices. He was in an even worse condition, and his breathing was fluctuating.
Obviously, no matter how high Li Qiubai's swordsmanship level was, it was still too much of a stretch for him to be at the eighth level against a half-ancestor, which involved skipping two levels.
Prince Qing was not wrong in thinking that the realm of swordsmanship without cultivation as a foundation was nothing but a castle in the air. No matter how majestic and magnificent it was, it would ultimately not be able to withstand the ravages of wind and thunder.
Seeing this, Xia Qing knew that the outcome was set, and he was in high spirits. He pointed his Lu Zun spear directly at Li Qiubai and exclaimed in admiration, "As expected, you have defeated me twice. You are the sword cultivator that I have the highest hopes for in my life."
"Using the eighth realm cultivation to display the strength of a sword immortal, I thought this was your limit. I didn't expect that even when facing the power of a half-ancestor, you could still hold out for a hundred moves."
"But, do you really think that an ant can shake a tree?"
"Before, I was just a beginner in the realm of half-ancestor. It was rare for me to meet an opponent, so I just used you to warm up my hands. Now my hands are warm, and if you don't retreat, I will no longer be polite." Xia Qing nodded, and there was no doubt about the murderous intent in his words.
This is the truth.
Chang'an Sword Immortal wiped the black blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a calm smile: "I can beat you twice, so I can beat you a third time."
The wind was whistling, and Li Qiubai's voice floated in the wind and reached the ears of Xia Xiaoxiao, whose face was already pale, in Chang'an.
The female ruler, who had already seen Li Qiu's defeat and felt endless sadness in her heart, had a light flash in her eyes again.
She knew Li Qiubai.
This is a person who will never speak nonsense.
If that's the case, then he can definitely do it.
Xia Qing was not as confident in Li Qiubai as the female master, so she responded sharply, "You used all your sword power, all your strength, and even risked your life, but have you ever been able to hurt me?"
"You didn't hurt me at all before. Now that your Dantian Qi is exhausted, how can you fight me?"
Li Qiubai raised his eyes slightly and asked softly, "I can fight you for more than a hundred moves at the eighth level. If I enter the ninth level, even if you are a half-ancestor, do you have any chance of winning?"
"You have reached the end of your martial arts, and my sword path has not yet been opened. If you were to be defeated by me like this, I don't think you would accept it and would die unwillingly." Chang'an Sword Immortal said in all seriousness.
Li Qiubai's words were as powerful as the thunder in Xia Qing's hand.
Xia Qing was suspended above the city of Chang'an. He suddenly realized what Li Qiubai meant. He trembled in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Li Qiubai, I didn't use any assassins before..."
"This is because the demons are snoring beside my bed and may wake up at any time. The world needs me, and it also needs the Chang'an Sword Immortal..."
"If you do this, regardless of whether you can defeat me or not, you will be destroyed both physically and spiritually today. What do you want in this world?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in Xia Qing's voice as he questioned, trying to convince Li Qiubai.
"What does this world have to do with me?" Li Qiubai asked with a smile.
"You are a sword immortal, the Chang'an sword immortal. You destroyed your sword path, wasn't it just to regain the peak of the sword path, so that you could quell the demon clan's rebellion?" Xia Qing said again: "Who doesn't know that you care about the world?"
Everyone knows that Chang'an Sword Immortal cares about the world and has a sense of responsibility. He is like a mountain and wants to hold up the sky for the human race.
Prince Qing is now using the righteousness of the human race in the world to stop Li Qiubai.
"You are wrong. I have never cared about the world." Li Qiubai remained indifferent, as if he was whispering to someone.
What world, what human race, they are all discarded like worn-out shoes. He looked at the woman in the palace who had been staring at him with great ease.
"The reason why I care about the world is because the world belongs to her, and she is also a part of the world."
"If she can't survive, the world will no longer belong to me."
"What's the meaning of this world to me?"
People say that I love Chang'an, but in fact I only love someone in Chang'an.
Within the heaven and earth, layers upon layers of endless emotions were brewing, which made Xia Qing shudder.
"Isn't it just Xia Xiaoxiao? As long as she is willing to give up her throne to me, I will never touch a hair on her head!"
Xia Qing's face was grim. "How can she, an eighth-level cultivator, be worthy of the position of Great Xia's Supreme? Only I can lead Great Xia and pacify the demons. It will be a blessing for the human race if I become Great Xia's Supreme."
——It is impossible for him to give up his path to his ancestral realm.
Li Qiubai shook his head and stopped looking at Xia Qing. He turned to look at Xia Xiaoxiao and asked softly in a solid voice, penetrating the void, "Are you willing to give up your position to him?"
In the palace, Xia Xiaoxiao was trembling all over, her eyes were wet, and she tried her best to open her eyes wide, staring at the man in the blue shirt.
"The position of the Great Xia Supreme should be occupied by the capable and virtuous. I have never had any attachment to it. However, Xia Qing has killed millions of innocent people. He is definitely not a virtuous person. I..." Xia Xiaoxiao's voice trembled. She knew what would happen next. Her throat felt like it was on fire and it was extremely difficult for her to say a word.
"No!"
The last two words still squeezed out of his throat.
"I understand." Li Qiubai nodded at Xia Xiaoxiao and smiled slightly, with only relief in his eyes.
Everything was said without words, the two of them knew each other too well.
"If you and I were gone, the world would be in chaos!" Xia Qing roared in anger, "Besides, I'm a half-ancestor, how can you be so confident that you can kill me?"
"Maybe you're right." Li Qiubai put away the smile on his face and sighed softly.
"It's just that the rules and principles of the world never count for me. Li Qiubai always acts according to his heart."
"To be honest, I don't believe that God will punish people for their wrongdoings, but you've killed so many people, and my heart tells me that I must kill you."
"Since I want you to die, then you will die no matter what you say today."
The corner of Li Qiubai's mouth curled up slightly, and he swung the arm holding the sword lightly.
The dusty cow ears burst into endless light at this moment, breaking through the sky and shooting out suddenly.
"I have a sword..." Li Qiubai shrugged easily after throwing the sword, as if relieved from a heavy burden.
A wide road that led straight to the sky and shone with golden light appeared in his eyes.
At the end of the avenue, a gate to heaven appeared amidst the colorful lights.
Ten thousand years ago, Li Qiubai used the good fortune of Daxia to open a path in Chang'an and ascended to the realm of sword immortals. When he first entered the realm of respected titles, he opened up a 5,000-mile road, defeated Emperor Wu Xu Su, and earned the name of Chang'an Sword Immortal.
Ten thousand years later, Li Qiubai once again opened his way in Chang'an.
This time, his swordsmanship was seven or eight or nine levels stronger than it was ten thousand years ago, and he had reached the pinnacle right from the start.
However, this time, he no longer had the protection of Great Xia’s luck.
"You can open the gate of heaven." He said finally.