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    time, space.  It is the foundation of a world. For life, the meaning of time far exceeds that of space.  Space is too ethereal for life, while time is closely related to the fundamental existence of life.  Lu Qinghe was in the river of time, watching things keep happening. He was imprisoned in the solitary room without any surprise. As for Zhou Xuansheng, at this time, he must have sent someone to his room to find the Nine Strikes in the Sky and related ancient books.  There are two days in time. After two days, when he cannot find the Nine Strikes of the Sky, he will lose his patience and tear off his hypocritical face to personally interrogate the whereabouts of the Nine Strikes of the Sky.  "Something must be done." Lu Qinghe looked at the young man in the room who was constantly looking around This is an endless loop with no solution.  Even if the young man finally obtained the Qingping Holy Sword, he would eventually refine his energy and become a god, come to this world, and then through a series of changes and practice, choose to hit the realm of Da Luo Jinxian, just like what he had encountered before.  , fell into a deadlock under the self-destruction of the Demonic Ape.  Anyone who deserves death will die.  "I have to do something." Lu Qinghe repeated it again, emphasizing the "tone"!  He thought of this series of experiences in his mind, and finally thought of Lu Qingyun. After he became enlightened, he had almost nothing else to ask for. If the only concern was Lu Qingyun's life or death.  Maybeif he can do something, the future will change.  As soon as he thought about it, Lu Qinghe suddenly moved.  The concept of "moving" does not exist in his consciousness. He tried to struggle and move before, but no matter what he did, he was surrounded by the eternal void. He thought he was moving, but time  There is no space at all in the river. Moving or not has no meaning at all.  But now Qingping Holy Sword can be used as a reference for him.  This straight line between him and Qingping's Holy Sword is distance, space, and the meaning of "movement".  As Lu Qinghe's consciousness stirred, he could clearly feel that he was weakening at an extremely fast speed, just like a fish that had left the river. It was only stranded for a moment, but it was suffocated and lost almost all the strength in the body. It was painful.  Struggling Finally, his body fell into the river of time again.  Can¡¯t leave.  The river of time cannot be left at all.  Lu Qinghe looked at the scene in front of him and his eyes fell on the Qingping Holy Sword.  The time in the picture passed quietly, everything was exactly the same as in Lu Qinghe's memory, Zhou Xuansheng's interrogation, Tanya's rescue, and finally witnessing her death again After that, he ran away all the way, all the way, without stopping for a moment.  and finally stepped into Taiyue Mountain.  At this time, he was only fifteen years old.  A fifteen-year-old boy has this kind of experience The pursuers have arrived.  ??Two martial arts masters and six gunmen.  Lu Qinghe could even see the panic and helpless fear in the young man's heart.  This kind of fear was directly projected onto him, reviving the dusty memories in his mind, making him feel the same as that boy.  "No!" Lu Qinghe, who struggled more than once, suddenly let out a low roar.  His figure "stood" up from the long river of time again, looking at the panic-stricken young man in front of him, his heart swallowed by fear, without any assistance, without any strength to rely on, and without anyone to save him, his heart burst out  Uncontrollable anger.  Because he could clearly remember how helpless and desperate he was at that time!  The same pain, the same despair, he didn¡¯t want to experience it a second time.  "Time! I have understood that time! It can be changed! The future can be changed!" Lu Qinghe roared, and his whole body was like a burning moth, and he suddenly rushed towards the scene in front of him, regardless of the feeling of leaving the river of time.  Suffocating pain and weakness.  As he rushed towards that picture, the pain made him feel that he was burning, burning from the inside out. Maybe before he really stepped into that picture, this power would burn his fragile consciousness into ashes and disappear.  .  "This is not the end!" Lu Qinghe looked at the Qingping Holy Sword in his hand.  That young man has been locked by two warriors and six gunmen, and the shadow of death has completely swallowed him up.  And thisBy this time, he had burned all his strength, and there was only one thing he could do next Throw!  Throw the Qingping Holy Sword in your hand hard!  Let the Qingping Sword pierce the barrier of time, appear in the river of time, and appear on the only way for the young man to escape. Let the young man obtain the Qingping Holy Sword, and use the power of the Qingping Holy Sword to understand all things and kill those behind him.  The two warriors killed the six gunmen sent by Tang Yuan, and then took the "green" character of the Qingping Holy Sword and changed their name to Ye Qingfeng. They remained anonymous until they succeeded in practicing and finally embarked on the path of refining Qi and becoming a god And he  After losing the only reference of Qingping's Holy Sword, he fell into eternal sinking in this long river of time.  This is the final outcome.  Thinking of this, Lu Qinghe, who was holding the Qingping Holy Sword, almost froze in thought.  This is the end.  This is the final result.  Qingping¡¯s Holy Sword originated from himself.  It comes from his throwing at this moment!  It¡¯s like a M?bius strip, endless and reincarnating.  Butthis is really the result he wants!  ?  ??Continuous repetition, continuous reincarnation!  ?  ¡°Furthermore, if he really threw the Qingping Holy Sword out of the river of time and threw it to him when he was fifteen years old, then where did the real Qingping Holy Sword come from and where does it start?  "Bang!" At this moment, the crisp sound of gunfire echoed through the void.  At the moment when Lu Qinghe hesitated to throw the Qingping Holy Sword, one of the six gunmen finally locked onto the young man, and then fired.  With the blood spurting out, the young man who was running wildly fell down immediately, his body rolled several times with the inertia, and became silent The sudden change made Lu Qinghe's pupils shrink suddenly.     it's over!  ?  It¡¯s really over!  ?  Dead!  ?  He died when he was fifteen?  This is not his memory. In his memory, he was not actually shot!  And, if that boy is really dead Then who is he?  ?  If the young man dies at that time, he, Lu Qinghe, will have no future.  But now, Lu Qinghe is still "This is not the real ending!" Lu Qinghe seemed to have inspired a new power all over his body, and his consciousness suddenly exploded like an explosion. At the same time, Qingping's Holy Sword  A bright cyan light flashed from above, suddenly encompassing Lu Qinghe's burst of consciousness. The next moment, he was like a cyan meteor, cutting through the trajectory of the long river of time, directly projected into the picture "  Go and see if that kid is dead." A voice echoed in my ears.  Lu Qinghe could already hear the sound.  Yes, hear it, really hear it.  "This is an order from the young master. Don't be careless. To be on the safe side, shoot a few more shots in the head. Xiao Liu, go ahead." "Okay." A voice responded, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching slowly.  The next moment, it hurts!  The piercing pain attacked his nerves, and was accompanied by heaviness, the heaviness from the body, the heaviness from the soul, the heaviness from the air, and the heaviness brought by all the substances in the world.  This is a mortal body.  "Whoops!" Lu Qinghe opened his eyes.  "Huh!?" The gunman named Xiaoliu who walked up to Lu Qinghe was slightly startled when he saw Lu Qinghe opening his eyes. He didn't react for a moment. When he did, he suddenly wanted to shoot.  A ray of green sword light passed by his raised right hand "Ah!" Blood spurted out.  The right hand of the gunman named Xiaoliu was cut off directly.  Before his scream could last for even a second, green light flashed across his throat again At the same time, Lu Qinghe retreated violently. Before the remaining five gunmen and two martial arts masters could react, he retreated directly.  Arriving behind a big tree.  "Xiao Liu!" "Damn it!" "You bastard, he actually killed Xiao Liu!?" "What is that thing in his hand? A sword? Why does he have a sword?" At this time, the remaining five gunmen and two  Only then did the martial arts masters react and shouted angrily.    Lu Qinghe hid behind a tree, feeling the pain on his body, but this pain was nothing to him with his tough nerves. If it weren't for the fact that the pain would affect the body's reaction, he could completely ignore it.  However, taking advantage of this period of time, he still took action suddenly without hesitation, and slapped his palm on the wound hit by the bullet. The bullet that was still stuck in the vital part of his heart was swatted away by the force of his palm, and his heart was also blown away at the same time.  Pierce.  The damage caused by being shot through the heart would have killed a normal person long ago, just like him before But to Lu Qinghe at this moment, it was nothing at all. His soul was almost burned to death the moment he stepped out of the river of time.  Although it is exhausted, the fact that he is still alive proves that there is some residue, and even a trace of it is enough to ensure that he can control this body flawlessly.  And With the Qingping Holy Sword here, it is only a matter of time before the soul's injuries slowly recover.  Just like when he was in trouble in Middle-earth "Boy, I'm going to tear you apart!" The gunman behind him roared angrily. Five gunmen and two martial arts masters were approaching, even without the help of the Qingping Holy Sword.  With the power of the powerful soul, he can clearly sense every movement of several people.  It¡¯s just that As a mortal, he is still unable to resist bullets with his body, so he still needs to be careful.  "Whoops!" The bloody bullets that shook out of his body were directly thrown out by Lu Qinghe using concealed weapon techniques.  The next moment, a hole appeared between the eyebrows of the gunman who was shouting the most fiercely.  "Be careful! He has a gun!" "Damn it, where did the gun come from!?" A burst of shouting mixed with a hint of fear came from among the people, and just as the four gunmen were slightly confused, Lu Qinghe moved.  The limitations of his body prevented him from breaking through at lightning speed, but the burst of speed that was close to the limit of the human body still made the four gunmen shake slightly, and the distance of less than 20 meters between the two was crossed by the guests.  "He's coming!" "Boy, you're looking for death!" The gunman who reacted the fastest roared and fired repeatedly.  But the moment they fired, Lu Qinghe had already dodged in advance, and the sword light in his hand kept flashing. Whether it was the gunman or the martial arts master sent by Zhou Xuansheng, they were no match for him. With the blood flying, every sword shot  Someone is bound to die.  "How is it possible!?" A middle-aged man who was the faint leader among the six people was stunned when he saw this scene. The other party could even dodge bullets?  His eyes were wide open, with disbelief written all over his face.  However, Lu Qinghe obviously did not appreciate his shocked look. The sword flashed and blood spattered. This one-on-eight battle ended with a result that was close to a one-sided massacre.
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