"You won't forget this matter, will you?"

In Chu Fengmian's words, it seemed that he had already thought of ten thousand years ago.

At that time, Chu Fengmian had already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and even the master of swordsmanship felt inferior to Chu Fengmian's swordsmanship.

Chu Fengmian's sword intended to be strong, but he had no spiritual power, so that at that time, Chu Fengmian was idle and wandering freely in front of Tianjue Peak.

And this Qingluan, at that time, came to admire the name and wanted to learn from the master of swordsmanship.

The two met at the foot of Tianjue Peak, wanting to compare their swordsmanship.

If Chu Fengmian wins, this Qingluan promises to be Chu Fengmian's mount for a month, but if Chu Fengmian loses, he will take this Qingluan to see the master of swordsmanship.

At that time, Qingluan was full of energy and felt that he couldn't lose to a useless person who didn't even have a spiritual pulse. However, in the end, Chu Fengmian still won, so he wandered with Qingluan on the mainland for a month.

Apart from Chu Fengmian, I'm afraid only Qingluan knows about this matter.

After all, it is not a glorious thing for a generation of descendants of divine beasts to be treated as mounts by people. Chu Fengmian has not mentioned this matter, and Qingluan could not have spoken out voluntarily.

"Sword competition under Tianjue Peak?"

There was a hint of strangeness in Qingluan's eyes, and upon hearing from behind, only shock remained on his face.

"Are you Chu Jianbai? The kid who defeated me back then?"

"Isn't it Chu, would anyone else know about this?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan with a sigh on her expression.

"However, the former Chu Jianbai has already fallen, falling at the foot of Tianjue Peak, and now my name is Chu Fengmian."

"Hmm?"

Upon hearing Chu Fengmian's words, Qingluan suddenly realized that the current Chu Fengmian had no resemblance to the Chu Jianbai in his memory.

Yes, it can only be said that it is the sharp sword intent on the body.

"A dream lasts for thousands of years, and I don't know if it's good or bad at this time. Through the vicissitudes of time, all my old friends were gone, leaving me alone."

Chu Fengmian let out a sigh.

He never wanted to fall with his master, his senior brothers and sisters.

Nowadays, only Chu Fengmian is left in the world. Seeing Qingluan again, Chu Fengmian's heart is also extremely happy. After all, he was once a good friend, making him unable to recall the past for thousands of years.

"Reincarnation, it seems that you have been reincarnated..."

Qingluan looked at Chu Fengmian and murmured.

"Reincarnation is inherently ethereal, and even your master, the master of swordsmanship, cannot touch the path of reincarnation."

"Even if it is reincarnation, it is impossible to have memory. Reincarnation with memory is unheard of in this world."

Qingluan slowly spoke up.

He himself is also an invincible powerhouse, but in his eyes, this reincarnation is still elusive. If he hadn't seen Chu Fengmian again now, he wouldn't have believed this statement.

"The fate of heaven and earth is truly magical, far beyond human comprehension."

Qingluan sighed and said.

"Unexpectedly, among the countless disciples of the former master of swordsmanship, only you survived."

Among the disciples of the Lord of Swordsmanship, there are countless outstanding geniuses. Many of Chu Fengmian's senior brothers and sisters are famous super powerhouses in the mainland, but they all fell one by one under the pursuit of the seven major sects.

On the contrary, it is Chu Fengmian, the youngest disciple, who does not have spiritual veins. Instead, he has reincarnated and returned, which is truly regrettable.

"Qingluan, why did you also fall?"

Chu Fengmian looked at Qingluan in surprise.

Chu Fengmian is well aware of the strength of Qingluan, which is enough to rank at the peak of the mainland. Among Chu Fengmian's senior brothers, there are only three who can defeat Qingluan.

Especially Qingluan, who has the bloodline of ancient mythical beasts and the Phoenix clan, has a long lifespan. Although ten thousand years are long, it is not enough to make him fall,

But now it seems that Qingluan has also fallen, and now he is just a phantom condensed from the spiritual power left behind.

"Of course, they are from the seven major sects."

In Qingluan's eyes, there was boundless resentment. He, who had become invincible, was forced into a desperate situation and died. The resentment within was naturally boundless.

"The people of the seven major sects have also found me among the countless disciples pursuing the master of swordsmanship, asking me to hand over the countless techniques and swordsmanship left by the former master of swordsmanship."

Qingluan spoke coldly.

Although Qingluan is not a disciple of the Lord of Kendo, he has also followed him for a long time and naturally knows some of his techniques and swordsmanship.

It seems that the people of the seven major sects, after discovering that they could not obtain the martial arts and swordsmanship from the senior brothers and sisters of Chu Fengmian, caught the attention of Qingluan.

Qingluan said sternly.

"But I have already set fire to those ancient swordsmanship books. If those seven sects want to kill me, they will have to pay a price!"

"If it weren't for the monster from Jiumo City taking action in the end, perhaps I wouldn't have fallen, but that monster was also killed by me."

"The monster of the Nine Demon City? Is it the Blood Sword Demon?"

Among the Nine Demon Cities, he is the only one who can be called a monster.

Now Chu Fengmian suddenly saw a long sword beneath this huge skeleton.

This long sword is nearly two meters long, with purple lines on its body. These purple lines are extremely eerie, even if it has been covered in dust for thousands of years, it is enough to reveal the demonic aura at a glance.

"Bloodthirsty Demon Sword? Your body is actually suppressing this demon sword?"

Chu Fengmian was startled in her heart.

The Bloodthirsty Magic Sword is a spiritual weapon that was once famous far and wide on the mainland. It can be said that this Bloodthirsty Magic Sword is even more powerful in terms of grade compared to top-notch spiritual weapons at the sky level.

But his reputation was not only spread out because of his strength, but also because of the terrifying nature of this bloodthirsty sword.

Every owner of the Bloodthirsty Sword will eventually be corrupted by the Bloodthirsty Sword and become a sword demon who only knows how to fight.

No wonder there are no rumors about the Blood Slaying Magic Sword in the current time.

Now it seems that this bloodthirsty magic sword has been suppressed by Qingluan in this cave with his body, for thousands of years.

"Not bad, my soul has always existed, actually to suppress this bloodthirsty sword."

Qingluan looked at the Blood Slaying Demon Sword and spoke up.

"If we sit idly by, this sword will definitely cause a bloody storm if it reappears on the mainland, so I have been waiting for ten thousand years, waiting for such a destined person to come to this cave and hand over this bloodthirsty demon sword to him."

"Now, I didn't expect to meet you."

Qingluan spoke, his voice already extremely weak.

It seems that his soul won't last long either.

If Qingluan's soul had been sleeping for a long time, perhaps it could have persisted for a hundred or a thousand years, but now this awakening has completely consumed his remaining strength.