But the evil is not on the list of divine soldiers, nor is it the ancient six tribes of gods washed out of the endless sea with the Jun Tiantu many years ago.

It came from the Sword Pavilion Ancestor!

In the past, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion returned to heaven and left the four divine swords of Chixiao, Zhanlu, Mo Xie, and Tianlan to guard the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, but few people knew that before that, the ancestor had also given the youngest disciple a world-shattering weapon.

It's just evil!

Yes, the current Sword Casting City Lord Jian Yu is the third disciple of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor, and he is also the junior disciple of the two Kunlun Sword Saints of Star Picking and Stargazing.

It was only because of his unrighteous mind that the city was extremely deep, and he was expelled from the mountain after less than three years of inheriting the sword under the ancestor, and then wandered the world to have the sword casting city that is now isolated from the world.

Just like the most dazzling Muyun Sword City, Wang Xiaoer and Liluo in the contemporary era of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of Kunlun, the story of the three brothers under the entropy of the ancestor is the true and complete story of the Sword Pavilion in the past.

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After a flying sword slashed the shocking rainbow, the sword of the white-clothed boy rose and sank without leaving Luo Changfeng any respite, and pinched it with one hand, but the red sword turned sharply in mid-air, turning into a red light and shooting towards Luo Changfeng.

The butcher's knife was bloody, repaired the injury, recast the state of mind, and Luo Changfeng, who had cultivated for more than ten days and had recovered only three percent, was easily dissolved with one shot, and it was inevitable that he was secretly frightened in his heart, and in the face of such a fast flying sword, his head was blank for a while, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

In a moment of hesitation, the red sword sent out a mighty sword trembling and slashed across his arm and stabbed into his chest.

Perhaps it was the burning pain of the flying sword slashing through his arm that woke him up, and the instant threat of death forced him to react without thinking. Luo Changfeng turned his body to the side, but the evil red sword flew close to his chest.

The red sword drew a circle around the sky under the countless gazes around the venue, and finally returned to the white-clothed man's sword to hang in front of him.

And Guanluo Changfeng volleyed several heels, and finally landed in the gladiatorial arena covered with yellow sand, slid back a few meters with his feet, and inserted the Dragon Han Spear into the yellow sand to stabilize it.

Countless cheers rang out from the castles around the venue.

I can see the sword casting city young master of the Sword Casting City, who is at the peak of the spiritual realm, and the sword is Shen Xiaolu's ability to use the sword, but it is much more eye-catching than the fight of more than a hundred slaves in the gladiatorial arena.

It must be known that for decades, whether it is a cultivator in the Sword Casting City or a casual cultivator who comes and goes to seek a sword, the white-clothed sword has almost no opponent.

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Luo Changfeng, who was defeated in a short battle, trembled slightly, watching the blood-soaked sleeves dripping into the yellow sand, he realized that he had underestimated the terrible cultivation of the man in white.

Raising his eyes slightly with apology in his eyes, looking at the Zhizi girl who was nestled in the man's arms, Luo Changfeng's left hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and then lowered his head in shame.

"It's that I can't help myself. ”

Dozens of slaves who maintained the security of the gladiatorial arena surrounded them together.

In a few years, the person who dared to attack the sword of Gongzi was really the first in the world. The bone-eating whip was whipped his back, and he didn't take a breath with his arm powerless to lift the gun, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

On the castle, the white-clothed sword floated and sank as if he was not angry but happy, and glanced at the black-clothed silver-haired man in the gladiatorial arena and ordered: "Put him in the Dragon and Tiger Prison and let him recuperate from his injuries." It's rare to meet such a strong man of the same age, and it's a pity not to fight happily. ”

The boy in white gently kissed the forehead of the girl Zhizi, hugged the beauty's waist and laughed and left. Pity the beauty who was caressed and couldn't help herself...... I can't help but linger when I leave!

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Luo Changfeng was re-imprisoned in the empty and dark Dragon and Tiger Prison.

He picked up a piece of oil lamp and sat cross-legged on his knees, and the dragon spear leaned against the wall.

I don't know how long it took, the iron gate opened again, and Luo Changfeng thought that it should be the result of the dragon and tiger fight in the gladiatorial arena.

Sure enough, listening to the sound of getting closer and closer, he looked sideways and saw the slave escorting the prisoner cart slowly coming, and the prisoner cart was locked with the man who seemed to be blindfolded with black cloth.

He's the only one!

In other words, all the more than 100 slaves died at the hands of this man!

Luo Changfeng glanced at the man with a little surprise.

Although the man couldn't see, he seemed to be aware of Luo Changfeng's gaze, and when the prisoner car drove past the iron prison where Luo Changfeng was, the man turned his head slightly......

The Dragon and Tiger Prison, where hundreds of slaves had been imprisoned, had become lifeless in an instant due to a dragon and tiger fight, and only Luo Changfeng and the blindfolded man who didn't know how far apart they were left in the big iron prison.

It wasn't until two days later that two men with extraordinary swords came into the iron prison, saying that they were ordered by the city lord to take away the blindfolded man who seemed to be familiar.

Since then, the prison has been empty.

However, Luo Changfeng also knew that it would not be long before this place would be filled with new slaves.

Therefore, he stopped thinking about it and recalled it with all his heart.

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Late at night, the moon and stars were sparse and the sea breeze was slightly cool.

The girl of Zhizi knelt on a cliff in the rarely visited mountain forest outside the Sword Casting City, and in front of her, a man in black stood with his hands in his hands.

It is a messenger from the Guigu Forest.

The man turned his back to Zhizi and said coldly: "Master, let me ask you, why did you lurk beside Jian Fushen for so long and still didn't make a move, didn't you look down on that kid?"

Zhizi, who was well aware of the methods used by the Easy King to punish his minions, timidly explained: "My lord. The sword floats and Shen Shen cultivation is extremely high and cautious by nature, and he knows that his son is real, and he can't find a chance to start. ”

Although the Sword Casting City on the sea in the south of the sky has been isolated from the world for thousands of years, it is by no means the same as the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate of the Yi God Sect. Not to mention the sword cultivation in the city, the city lord who inherited the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion is an out-and-out Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm, although he has never stepped into the ranks of the Divine Guiding Sword Saint, he is definitely an invincible figure in the Transformation Tribulation Realm.

What's more, the sword cultivator had already forged the sword heart, and used the means to deal with the astonishment and the hundred refinements and gentleness to reapply it to the sword floating and sinking, and the result was not difficult to guess.

The messenger, who did not want to hear any explanation, turned around and looked gloomily at the curvaceous beauty kneeling in front of him, and there was an evil fire in his body.

He smiled: "You should know the punishment for not being able to complete the task." ”

Thinking of the scene when the Ten Thousand Beasts Gate was ravaged by a group of devils on that rainy night, the girl Zhizi shuddered, her pale cheeks broke out in cold sweat, and she hurriedly kowtowed and begged: "Please forgive me......! Two more days, within two days, Zhizi will definitely complete the task. ”

The messenger crouched down.

Chiko lowered her head in fright.

The envoy stretched out his hand, touched his smooth and pretty face, and said, "What a fox who seduces people! If it weren't for the master giving you a chance to redeem your merits, this messenger would have made you want to die tonight." ”

Zhizi, who had a feeling of surviving in death, knelt down and retreated: "Thank you for the master's forgiveness." ”

The messenger stood up again, cleared Qingsang and said, "I heard that fool is in Sword Forge City now?"

Miss Zhizi's heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and did not speak.

"Master's meaning, as long as you bring that person back to the Guigu Forest, the task of Sword Forging City will be regarded as an errand. You won't be able to do this last chance...... At that time, it will not be our companions who know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade!"

The envoy of the Guigu Forest has quietly left.

But his voice always echoed among the cliffs and lingered for a long time.

Miss Zhizi knelt there until there was only the sound of the sea breeze and waves in all directions, and then she got up and sat down on the cliff.

The endless sea water laps against the cliff shore, splashing more than ten meters high. The splash of water dripped on her pale face, then slid down her cheeks and landed in the palm of her hand.

She stared at the water droplets in her palm and said to herself: "You are the same as me, are you also a pearl in the sea?" ”