In the sword washing room, Liluo stood next to the sword washing pool, looking at the long swords hidden in the scabbard on the row of soldiers around the sword pool, and his eyes were filled with a little essence.

The Sword Pavilion has four doors and three halls, and the outer gate peak at the foot of the fall belongs to the Iron Sword Gate. And the long swords above these Binglan are all the swords of the disciples of the outer sect of the Sword Pavilion Outer Gate Peak Iron Sword Sect, but every time after nightfall, these swords become a tool for him to practice the sword in his left hand.

He was familiar with these swords.

He walked up to one of the Binglan, stretched out his left hand, and drew the long sword from its scabbard.

The door of the sword washing room was abruptly pushed open at this time.

Liluo was shocked.

He had just drawn his long sword, and he took advantage of the situation to flick it behind him, and he raised his long sword flat, pointing directly at the door of the sword washing room.

He turned his head slightly, and a pair of eyes looked indifferently at the door of the sword washing room.

A figure walked in.

It was an outer disciple wearing the costume of the outer gate sword pavilion, and as soon as the disciple pushed open the door, he felt a gust of sword wind rushing towards his face, and then those eyes saw with a look of astonishment that the sword slave holding the long sword pointed directly at him, and revealing a murderous aura, left!

"What are you going to do?" the outer disciple was angry when he saw that the crippled sword slave in his right hand had fallen.

A lowly sword-washing sword slave actually wanted to hold a sword and practice swords, where did he place the rules of the Sword Pavilion?

The outer disciple glanced roughly around the sword pool, he saw that the scabbard on the Binglan where his sword was placed was empty, and he saw that what he was holding in his hand was actually his own sword, and he couldn't help but shout angrily: "Put the sword down for me!"

When Liluo saw this outer brother, he felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Thinking that he secretly practiced the sword, I am afraid that I can't hide it, if it reaches the ears of the sect master or elder, a punishment will be inevitable.

That was the first thought that crossed his mind.

But soon, when the outer brother called him 'a waste who can't make a sword', this thought of him disappeared in an instant.

He didn't like that kind of appellation.

Even after becoming the sword slave of the Sword Pavilion Iron Sword Sect, this title has accompanied him for a whole year, and he still can't get used to being called a waste!

He wasn't going to do anything.

This posture of raising the sword and pointing directly at it was just a reaction to his subconscious perception of danger.

But now, he suddenly wanted to do something.

Can't wait and want to do something regardless of the consequences.

He clenched his sword in his left hand and walked towards the outer disciple step by step.

His eyes reveal ruthlessness.

His expression was mocking and cold.

"You...... What are you going to do?" Seeing Liluo's gloomy and terrifying expression for the first time, the outer disciple couldn't help but feel a little timid. He hurriedly took a few steps back, retreated to the door of the sword washing room, and pointed to Liluo and shouted.

"I don't want to do anything!" Liluo suddenly smiled, "I just want my senior brother to see if I, a waste who can't hold a sword, can make a sword kill!"

The outer disciple was frightened: "You, you are going to kill ......"

After all, the outer disciple's words were still not finished.

Because he didn't get a chance.

He used his sword, his left sword, to wipe a bloody streak on the outer disciple's neck.

He threw the sword in his hand, but saw that the sword flew into the scabbard above the sword washing room, and the outer disciple covered his neck with both hands, and his bulging eyes looked at the falling figure in disbelief, blood splattered between his fingers, and then fell!

Liluo returned to the sword washing room and found the wooden barrel, and then gently closed the door with the wooden barrel.

He picked up the corpse of the outer disciple and descended the mountain road under the starry sky.

He walked over to a cliff full of vegetation and threw the body down.

He killed!

An ordinary outer disciple!

His right hand was crippled and reduced to a sword slave, and after all, he was not comparable to ordinary outer disciples.

It is an indisputable fact that he possesses the cultivation of the Wonderful Dao realm, and his realm cultivation will not dissipate with the cripple of his right hand.

This is also the reason why the disciples of the outer sect of the Iron Sword Sect have been humiliated and separated with such speed and humiliation that they dare not really do it.

As for Liluo, the reason why he endured this ridicule and humiliation for so long was that he was helpless.

He is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

He was well aware of the strict rules of the Sword Pavilion.

Killing an ordinary outer disciple didn't seem like a big deal, but it didn't make him stay in the Sword Pavilion to practice swords.

The seventy-two peaks of Kunlun Mountain are the holy land of sword dao in the world, and he doesn't want to leave the Sword Pavilion, even if it is just to be a sword washing slave who is not as good as a disciple of the outer sect.

So he endured humiliation for a whole year.

Tonight, in a fit of rage, he killed someone.

After that sword was swung, it seemed that all the previous forbearance was burned with this sword, and he should have felt that he had fallen short and even regretted it, but after the killing, he seemed unusually calm.

Not only is it calm, but it also feels extremely comfortable inside.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he will still have this feeling after killing his fellow disciples, and he must be crazy to leave.

But he knew he wasn't crazy.

He was aware of what he had done, and he was glad he did.

Because after that sword was swung, Liluo cut off the magic barrier that had been insurmountable in his heart, and then condensed the original god.

He broke through the realm of the primordial god!

He also realized the Dao!

Hiding but not revealing is not kendo! Fear of the head and tail is not the way of the sword! Breaking the thread is also not the way of the sword!

The true way of the sword is to be unafraid of everything and to make a decision!

People will not allow me, I will cut it with a sword! Heaven does not give birth to me, I will cut it with a sword!

Liluo knew that his sword path had been completed, and he no longer needed to stay in the Sword Pavilion!

Under the starry night, he returned to his residence, a monotonous and simple slave house in the middle of the outer gate peak.

After packing up some clothes, he decided to go down the mountain and leave the Sword Pavilion!

He didn't think about where he should go after he went down the mountain, the world is so big that from the southern Jueyunling to the Beihai Sun Never Setting Cemetery, from the broken world in the middle of the Tianxi Mirror to the eight hundred sects in the seven states of Tiandong, the north, south, west and east are vast and boundless, and there is no place for him to leave!

He thought so.

In the end, I found that I couldn't go down the mountain!

After carrying the burden, he had just closed the door of the room, but found that a breath appeared behind him unconsciously, an aura that deliberately made him aware of it.

Liluo frowned slightly.

He turned around resolutely, and he saw two figures.

One of the figures is an old man, sloppy and scrawny. Beside the old man stood a red-haired and hollow-eyed young man with a fiery sword on his back.

The breath that Liluo felt came from that old man.

And the red-haired young man with the fiery red sword on his back was more like a puppet, without the slightest fluctuation of aura on his body.

After seeing these two people, Liluo no longer frowned.

Because he knew them.

The old Taoist name is Yi Xingchuan, and it is the crazy old Taoist Yi Xingchuan who was taken in by Dean Zhuang in the academy.

The young man was more familiar, among the four gates and three halls of the Sword Pavilion, the Bronze Sword Gate Bronze Sword Order Lord Liu Burning Heaven, and the Liaoyuan Sword Willow Burning Heaven with the same name as the Academy Emperor Fu Yi.

"Where's your sword?" Liluo turned around, Yi Xingchuan looked at Liluo with empty hands except for the burden, and said with a slight dissatisfaction.