Three hundred years of retreat, the system is activated?

Bluestone City, outside the Luo family.

Mo Qiu was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

His eyes were closed, and there was no expression on his face.

Suddenly, Mo Qiu’s ears moved slightly.

He heard a faint sound of footsteps, slowly sounding from the Luo family’s grounds.

“Someone is coming…”

Mo Qiu slowly opened his eyes and looked ahead with a calm expression.

I saw a white-haired and white-bearded man dressed in white.

Tied around his waist was an old man with a purple color, even purple to the point of some enchanting long swords.

At this moment, he was slowly walking out of the Luo family land.

And as the old man kept approaching.

The four-rank spirit sword on his waist, the Qinghong Sword.

Suddenly, trembling.

Feeling the frequency of the Qinghong sword on his waist shaking slightly, Mo Qiu’s brows couldn’t help but wrinkle slightly. The reason why the spirit sword

can be called the spirit sword.

Mainly because, there is a spirit in the sword.

The sword spirit can feel many things that humans can’t.

And the shaking of the Qinghong sword just now seemed a little unusual.

It’s not like excitement, and the shaking that causes it, but more like fear…

This caused the spirit sword to tremble slightly.

“He is the ancestor of the Luo family?”

“Condensing the cultivation of the Heavy Heaven Realm?”

Mo Qiu squinted his eyes and stared expressionlessly at the old man who was constantly walking towards him.

The look in his eyes is constantly changing.

From the first time he saw Luo Jiuge, Mo Qiu’s proud keen intuition appeared again.

Run, or… Die!!!

It was his intuition that told him the answer.

It’s just that what makes Mo Qiu extremely puzzled is.

The person in front of him was clearly just a cultivator who condensed the realm of one heaven.

Even if the combat power is strong, what qualifications does that person have to threaten such a real person as him who condenses the Triple Heaven Realm?

Therefore, Mo Qiu’s heart gradually began to waver.

For the first time in his life, he began to doubt.

Your own instincts, whether something is wrong.

……

After approaching a certain distance.

Finally, Luo Jiuge stopped.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked calmly at Mo Qiu, one of the two real people of the Bishui Sword Sect in front of him.

At this moment, Mo Qiu also squinted his eyes slightly. He stared at the

old man in front of him expressionlessly.

For a while, the two fell into a strange to the extreme calm.

However, here it is said to be calm.

It’s better to say that it’s the eve of a storm.

“If I were you, I would have fled this place as quickly as possible.”

Looking at Mo Qiu in front of him, Luo Jiuge suddenly spoke.

“Escape from this ???”

Mo Qiu’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn’t understand Luo Jiuge’s words.

“Later, you’ll understand…”

Looking at the doubt and puzzlement in Mo Qiu’s eyes, Luo Jiuge said calmly.

And as his words fell, he slowly stretched out his right hand.

He opened his five fingers and tightly gripped the purple-colored and even strange-looking longsword tied around his waist.

The

sound of the long sword rubbing against the scabbard slowly sounded.

And with that, the purple longsword was pulled out inch after inch.

There is a dead silence that is so rich that the color is somewhat blackened.

Suddenly, this void pervaded.

【Shhhh

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