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In the forty-first spring of Dayan, the Sword Pavilion fell to two saints.

The two kendo saints who have been entangled in grievances and hatred for thousands of years are difficult to argue about right and wrong after all.

Whether it is the persistence that the old man Yi Xingchuan can't let go of for a thousand years, or the sword heart and loneliness of the old man who picks stars for a thousand years. As a junior of the junior of Muyun Jiancheng, he did not dare to comment on it, and the taste of it could only be left to future generations.

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The clouds are gone.

When I was a green plum, I went.

Mu Yun Sword City, the youngest Sword Dao Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm in countless years in the cultivation world, stood at the foot of Starfall Peak with his hands in his hands, the calm mountain breeze blowing his loose hair, and he was stunned as the Sword Pavilion Tibetan Sword Holy Land that had been inherited for thousands of years was now in ruins.

He knew that there were countless famous swords that had not been understood by him in the heavenly pool buried under this Starfall Peak. Those buried famous swords are all witnesses of the countless years of inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, and each ancient sword represents an old person of the Sword Pavilion.

Tianchi was originally the place where the soul of the Sword Pavilion Gate returned to the sacrifice after the death.

Now, as the head of the Seventy-two Strange Peaks of the Sword Pavilion Kunlun, he naturally couldn't let the ancestor's Haoran sword qi and the inheritance of his master be broken.

Therefore, he buried the two swords of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan and the Seven Stars of the Southern String that his master and uncle had matched during their lifetimes in the ruins of this large Starfall Peak.

It is said to be buried, but it is not buried deep underground.

The two swords of the saints, who were among the top five in the Divine Weapons List, were inserted into the ruins more than a kilometer in front of them, intersecting in a single word.

The dust was swept up, the stumps and fallen leaves were flying, and the two seven-star swords that were once famous in the world looked bleak, but they were not alone.

The Sword Pavilion Tibetan Soldier Heavenly Pool no longer exists, and Muyun Sword City wants to turn the ruins of this Starfall Peak into a buried sword mound!

He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he saw the sword aura in the future under the gray sky, in the bleak and vast mountain plains......

Wang Xiaoer appeared behind Muyun Sword City.

He calmly looked at the back that had already provoked the burden of life and death of the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion and was still standing upright, and his eyes showed sincere admiration and respect.

Although Wang Xiaoer is a disciple of the Sword Hidden Peak of the Hidden Sword Hall of the Third Hall of the Sword Pavilion, he is not from the same sect as the senior brother in front of him, but in fact, his cultivation of the golden mean, which is neither victorious nor negative, was personally taught by the old man who picked up the stars.

Even the invisible moon is from the hands of the head of the star.

From this point of view, Wang Xiaoer, who was respected by countless Sword Pavilion disciples and affectionately called Senior Brother Xiao Wang, was the only fellow junior disciple in Muyun Sword City!

"Senior brother. So Wang Xiaoer called out to the senior brother, not the senior brother, and he was not the head of the high place.

"You're here. Muyun Sword City didn't turn around, nodded and said. "What did my brother call me?"

Wang Xiaoer, who has an ordinary appearance, is approachable, just like the golden mean he unintentionally cultivated.

He has a normal heart.

On weekdays, whether in the seventy-two peaks or in the inn restaurant run by Tian Yong City, he often talked and laughed with the disciples of the various peaks and sects, as well as the senior brothers who came to rest and beg for a drink when they were in charge of law and order patrolling the city.

This is the cold and arrogant senior brother Muyun Sword City, who is feared by many juniors and disciples of the Seventy-two Peaks.

Wang Xiaoer stood behind Muyun Sword City and stopped.

"Master once had a message, let me leave a message for you. Muyun Sword City said.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly surprised.

He had always felt that the head of the Sword Dao Tongsheng had fallen too much to believe.

Although the four divine swords of Chixiao Tianlan Zhan Lu Mo Evil were left by the ancestor, they were infinitely powerful. But if you want to slaughter the star-picking old man effortlessly, it is absolutely impossible, even if the sword-wielder is a stargazer.

Now that he heard what Mu Yun Jiancheng said, Wang Xiaoer even began to suspect that the fall of the head of the family was voluntary!

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoer's heart was slightly shocked.

Wang Xiaoer, who was restrained and calm, knelt down behind Muyun Sword City like a sword edict from the head of the house.

Mu Yun Jiancheng tilted his head slightly: "On the eve of Qingmei boiling wine, Shizun had a night talk with me. ”

Wang Xiaoer, who became more and more suspicious in his heart, continued: "In recent days, I have heard from the brothers and sisters who guard the pavilion. ”

Muyun Sword City's voice suddenly became indifferent: "Master's intention is that he doesn't want to see the Sword Pavilion in the next hundred years repeat the mistakes of the past!"

Wang Xiaoer was a little unsure if he had heard it wrong: "Repeat it...... What's the mistake?"

"Repeat the mistakes of chaos within, cannibalism at the same door, and brothers against the wall!"

Wang Xiaoer's face was shocked.

He felt that the senior brother had something to say.

Will the story of the Sword Pavilion of the same family be repeated? But what does this have to do with oneself?

"I am already the head of the Sword Pavilion, and I deserve to be worshiped by countless swords in the Kunlun Divine Vein! But now among the disciples of the same generation of the four sects, three halls and seventy-two peaks, there is still a junior disciple whose reputation and prestige are not inferior to mine, and his strength is even unpredictable to me!

Muyun Sword City finally turned around.

Although he didn't have the intention of being condescending, he was in charge of the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion, and he was already angry and arrogant in the face of the Sword Pavilion disciples kneeling in front of him.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer indifferently.

Wang Xiaoer has a mediocre temperament and a mediocre wisdom.

But he's not stupid.

He understood the meaning of his brother's words.

If there is still a person of the same generation of the seventy-two peaks of the Sword Pavilion who is as famous as the senior brother in charge, and the strength of that person gives people an unpredictable mystery, mysteriously even this senior brother in charge of cultivating the Thousand Thousand Kings Dao Sword and destroying the Seventy-two Protector Sect Great Array cannot be defeated, who will that person be?

Wang Xiaoer's heart began to feel a little panicked.

"Senior Brother ...... Head"

He wanted to say something.

But he never spoke.

Because Muyun Sword City had already made a choice for him.

"You go down the mountain right now! Take your sword, take your Yingyue, leave the Sword Pavilion, stay away from Zhongzhou, and you won't be able to set foot here again for ten years!"

Wang Xiaoer looked up.

With incomprehension, with indignation.

He jerked up and looked at him: "I don't understand!"

"Don't understand what?"

"Is this what the teacher meant, or is it your selfishness?"

"You can interpret it as my selfishness!"

"You know me! All the fellow sects in the entire Sword Pavilion know me!"

"Yes, I know that you have no desires in the Sword Pavilion, and you have no intention of cherishing the position of the head of the house, but you still have to go!"

"Why, exactly?"

"I have already said that the lessons of the past are the lessons of the future!"

"You're jealous of me!"

"That's your understanding. ”

"Hehehe...... The dignified Sword Pavilion's first disciple, Muyun Sword City, the youngest Venerable of the Transformation Tribulation Realm in countless years of the Six-Character Sect, is actually jealous of my junior second in this inn? This is really a joke!"

Wang Xiaoer's eyes were bloodshot and he smiled hideously.

He couldn't figure out how the Sword Pavilion could become what it was today.

He couldn't figure out how that senior brother who had served the way of the sword all his life and was cold and arrogant to everything in the world could become like this.

He hatefully pointed to the senior brother who he had respected in his heart for many years and was now unfamiliar, and he shouted angrily: "Muyun Sword City! Even ten years, you can't forge a sword heart! You are ashamed of my little brother!"

Wang Xiaoer turned around with hatred.

Resolutely leave.

Frustrated by the Sword Pavilion in an instant, he looked at the four young sword orders of gold, silver, bronze and iron that came to him and stopped.

"Remember your choice today! If you break your oath, the inn in the city will not have a chance to see the wanderer who returns to his hometown after ten years......"

The admonition of Muyun Sword City echoed in his ears.

Every word is like a piercing blade, and it pierces the heart even more.

Wang Xiaoer swallowed all his grievances and passed by the four junior brothers.

The sun was setting behind him, and in the direction he was descending, he felt that there would be a moment when he would see the east rising!

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