The Wind and Snow Silver City Sword Meeting ended successfully.

The winner of the second group of the Sword Forest Sword Tower Heaven and Earth not only received the personal guidance of the Lord of Los Angeles to cultivate, but also was fortunate to see the real demonstration of the rumored nineteen-way sword and the Yiyi sword style, which can be said to have gained a lot.

However, the most talked-about news during the Sword Club was not here, but the two sword discussions that took place silently in the City Lord's Mansion.

There are hidden rumors among the people in the market, saying that on the first day of the sword meeting, the Heavenly Sword Breaking Thousand Tribulations and the Sword Venerable Qiu Beixue got their wish and got a knife from the city lord's mansion, and finally returned with a happy return.

Regardless of the thousands of calamities or the autumn and northern snow, after returning to the house, they all seal the knife and retreat without asking about the world, and the legend wants to break the robbery into the divine lead, and take the last step to sanctify the sword!

The world is looking forward to this!

As for whether the sword obtained by the two Venerables came from the hand of the city lord, the secret is unknown!

And when the people in the world were widely praised for this grand event, no one knew that at the gate of the Sword Pavilion of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of Kunlun in Zhongzhou, the moonlight shone on the east window, and when the sword was silent in the middle of the night, someone took the sword down the mountain.

Since the fall of the two saints in the Kunlun Sword Pavilion, that person is in charge of the seventy-two strange peaks of the kendo holy land, and is known as a rare figure in the kendo for nearly a thousand years.

He has been sitting in the Sword Pavilion for ten years, the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun are like the sun in the sky, and the sword qi of Haoran is up to ten thousand feet of heaven, and he has the glory of the ancestors in the past!

That person is sitting and watching the mountain with a million swords, and a sword traps the Muyun Sword City of the Immortal Saint!

......

Cicadas chirp in the mountains and whisper in the breeze.

The dense green plum trees are immersed in the moonlight, and you can listen to the intoxicating sound of countless swords sleeping soundly among the peaks.

Wearing a sword robe, Muyun Sword City, who held a sword and a wooden hairpin on his head, hiked down the mountain along the stone steps.

He didn't deliberately hide anything, nor did he intend to leave quietly. Therefore, when passing by the Sword Pavilion Mountain Gate to solve the sword monument, it alarmed the guards of the mountain and the same gate.

On duty to guard the mountain was an elder of the same generation under the Golden Sword Sect.

Seeing that the senior brother of the head of the sect had taken the sword down the mountain for the first time in ten years, the elder of the Golden Sword Sect did not dare to have too many questions, but only respectfully held the sword and saluted with several disciples under the sect.

"Stand down. Next to the sword tablet, Muyun Sword City stood with his hands in his hands, with his back to everyone.

"Honorable Commander!"

"Wait......"

Muyun Sword City suddenly summoned the disciple on duty at the Golden Sword Gate again, turned around and said, "Pass me the sword oracle." ”

The guards of the mountain gate knelt on the ground in unison.

Mu Yun Jiancheng continued: "The ten-year period has expired, and soon the Zhongyong Sword will go up the mountain, and all my disciples who guard the mountain of the seventy-two peaks will not be stopped! This seat has already given instructions to the elders of the four sects and three halls, and after the Zhongyong Sword climbs the mountain, he will temporarily take the position of the head of the Sword Pavilion and do the things of the head of the sect. If there is a person who does not respect the sword oracle, please punish the Law Enforcement Hall in the name of betraying Haoran Sword Dao!"

The elder of the Golden Sword Sect, who had personally experienced the past of the Sword Pavilion Saint's death ten years ago, was stunned for a moment.

Something unbelievable!

Since Senior Brother Wang Xiaoer was expelled from the mountain by the head of the family, the name of the Mean Sword has become a taboo, and it has not been mentioned for ten years, which may have made the head displeased.

I never thought that ten years later, the first person to mention this name in the seventy-two peaks was actually the senior brother in charge!

Could it be that the rumors among the peaks are false, it was not the senior brother in charge who was jealous of the talent, and he was worried that the sword of the middle would endanger the honorable position, so he threatened the life of the family's blood relatives and threatened the senior brother Xiao Wang for ten years and did not return?

Yes!

The senior brother in charge sat and watched the mountain with a million swords, and then took a step to turn into a catastrophe. In ten years, he has cultivated the Royal Dao Sword to the extreme, how can he be jealous of Senior Brother Wang's invincible sword?

Seeing that the Elder Shoushan was silent and seemed to be thoughtful, Muyun Sword City's voice was slight: "What, do you still want to re-pronounce the sword oracle in this seat?"

"Disciple doesn't dare!"

No longer hesitating, the elder of the Golden Sword Gate holding his sword and bowing his head: "Disciple obeys the sword command!"

Muyun Sword City nodded.

Turn around and go down the hill with your sword in tow.

The Golden Sword Gate Mountain Guarding Elder looked at the back of the sword from afar, and muttered, "Seven Star Dragon Yuan!"

He confirmed a fact.

And then sweaty!

......

Lights hang high.

There are few pedestrians in the middle of the night in Tianyun City at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, but there are occasional dogs barking.

Muyun Jiancheng walked on the quiet streets of the city, and unconsciously walked to an inn, an inn run by Xiao Wang's parents and parents.

He looked up at the inn's plaque, and memories of the past came to mind.

He didn't linger much.

He still has to hurry.

Rush to the shore of the cape and see for yourself the flower that blooms again after ten years.

"I often hear you mention that on the shore of the cape, I hope to bloom another flower on the other side. If there is a day, the disciple will go to the end of the world and bury Long Yuan next to the flowers on the other side......"

This is the promise he made ten years ago!

Now he's going to make good on that promise!

......

It's another day.

The new sunshine shines on the earth with the vast heart of fraternity. Regardless of the mountains and rivers, the green forest castle, it indiscriminately transmits light to the world.

On the desolate ancient road, the breeze blows lightly, setting off layers of yellow sand.

He was no longer a teenager, he wiped the dust on his cheeks with a coarse cloth and gray towel around his neck, and his extraordinarily bright eyes under the bamboo hat looked at the majestic city behind the yellow sand from afar.

The thirteen royal families under the command of the Imperial League, among which the Apocalypse City, guarded by the Fifth Celestial Head of the Fifth Family, is the gateway to Zhongzhou for returnees from the West, and it is also an insurmountable and insurmountable way.

Yes, the ancient road is desolate, the yellow sand is pervasive, and this man is from the West.

The shattered world in the middle of the Tianxi Mirror is inhabited by countless strange people, and there are even many alien races. There is no law, there is no restraint, and the truth that the strength of burning, killing and looting is the survival of the fittest is vividly interpreted in the yellow sand.

Although there is a holy place in the ancestral garden of the Buddha Gate Lingshan, even if the true Buddha of the Buddha comes to the world, he cannot educate that world and cannot purify all sentient beings. Therefore, there has always been an unwritten saying in the broken world in the mirror, and there is no weak person for anyone on the mainland who can get out of the Western world.

The middle-aged man on the ancient road who walked towards Apocalypse City step by step with his eyes unwavering was also not weak, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later.

Ten years ago, he had never been defeated by the sword in his hand.

In the ten years of the shattered world in the mirror, no matter whether it is demons or strange people, he still has not tasted defeat.

He didn't win any games either!

No wins, no defeats!

What he cultivates is the golden mean, the sword of the mean!

He is Wang Xiaoer, Wang Xiaoer, who is known to everyone in the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun Sword Pavilion.

His appearance is ordinary.

He's just an ordinary person.

But he doesn't want to be an ordinary person anymore!

The ten-year period has expired, and he has returned as promised.

He wants to defeat one man! An invincible kendo king who is proud of the world!

That person was his senior brother, Muyun Sword City!

He believes that as long as he defeats his senior brother, the mediocre sword will no longer be mediocre, and he will no longer be ordinary!

At this moment, Wang Xiaoer, who was standing in front of the Apocalypse City, didn't know that the senior brother who had hated him for ten years in his heart had already left the Kunlun Peaks.

Laid down the position of head and let go of everything.

A sword returns, a sword leaves, just like the entropy and enthalpy of the apprenticeship who went down the mountain one after another.

As everyone knows, this is the fate of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion! The fate of life and life is entangled...... There were two apprentices in the Sword Pavilion that year, and now who is for the sword, who is for love!

(PS: It's another chapter I like very much, a plot that I like very much.) Loulan said a long time ago that Jun Tiantu is not a story, it is a many, many stories, and in each story, everyone is the protagonist. Just like there were two disciples in the Sword Pavilion that year, the stories are always strikingly similar in the inheritance, how good. Of course, there is also the reappearance of my senior brother who is a road idiot. Here is omitted the process of the two brothers and the heavenly sword, and the process of discussing the knife in Qiubeixue, after all, it is not a battle of life and death. The sword club is also, it is the story of the next generation, and Loulan will describe it sideways in the narration of the male protagonist's generation. This is called connecting the previous generation, inheriting the previous generation, and enlightening the next generation. Hehe, the story of the senior brother is naturally there, let's read on. Ming'er is the No. 1 again, and he brazenly asks for a monthly pass. ）