With his own strength, he faced the young master of the four gates of the Sword Pavilion, gold, silver, bronze, and iron, even the first senior brother of the academy who cultivated the Thirty-six Character Lotus Life Recipe of the Sichuan Character Sect and took the pride of the academy as his life, he was not sure.

Although his pride is as good as ever.

Although his knife is still sharp.

……

He's no longer what he used to be!

He already knew he was no better than ever!

Once upon a time, the name of Emperor Fu Yi, the most beloved disciple of the Taoist Sect who was commented by Tianji Pavilion as the backbone of the world in the next hundred years, was so majestic!

He does not have the noble status of being admired by all the people like the young lord of the Emperor League, the Emperor Wuxi, nor does he have the grand praise of the head of the three generations of disciples of the eight hundred sects in Tiandong like Lian Chengjue, and he does not have the life and death of the divine phoenix bloodline of ten thousand beasts and Luo Bing King galloping through the seven states and thousands of soldiers behind him.

He's just an ordinary guy.

About ten years ago, with his own efforts, he was admitted to the academy Sichuan Zimen, an ordinary person with unknown origin and unknown parents.

After being accepted as a student by the Wuxiang Dao Sect, his daily life was only cultivation except waiting for the teacher. Cultivate the Sichuan character doorway, which is not one in ten thousand, and cultivate the thirty-six characters of the lotus life that there are no ancients.

But even so, Senior Brother is still just an ordinary person.

The six-character doorway in the outer courtyard of the academy and the seventeen mirror platforms in the inner courtyard have been very low because they cannot recruit students all year round. But after he moved into the Forgetful River, he successfully spent two sessions and six years to make countless teachers and students in the inner and outer courtyards of the entire academy completely forget the existence of himself and the year-round Feixue Forgetful River.

Senior brother is such a person. A person who is extremely proud in his heart, but has always kept his duty, down-to-earth, and silently cultivated.

It was also this peace and silence that made him a sensation during the battle for the Mingjingtai in the academy, and then he was recognized by the Tianji Pavilion as a candidate for Tianque, and even the princess of the Demon Clan of the Emperor Wuxian City was equally famous, and finally overwhelmed countless peers in the world and called the contemporary Tianjiao!

The name of the senior brother has to be spread all over the world with this voice!

Senior brother relied on his way, relied on his sword and pride to spread his name all over the world!

……

Today's senior brother is still very proud.

His knife was still sharp.

The name of the Taoist disciple of the academy is even more famous than a few years ago.

But he is not what he used to be.

Even better!

He was blind.

He has been enlightened.

He only had a self-sacrificing knife that held the future prosperity and decline of the academy, and a heavy knife was held alone in his hand.

In the pouring rain, he greeted his enemies with the sword of the courtyard.

He didn't think about winning from the gold, silver, bronze, and iron four sword orders. This ridiculous ending is a merciless mockery for him today.

But he was still stubbornly and relentlessly trying.

He tried to fight.

Try to fight one against four.

Just like the stubborn strength of his junior brother Luo Changfeng, he just wanted to try.

Because he believes that if there is an ice-breaking miracle in this world, it is in the midst of endless attempts and stubbornness!

There are many stubborn people in this world.

It's not like-minded, and it's not like-minded.

But just by virtue of this, Mu Yun Sword City, the first disciple of the Sword Pavilion who was also extremely noble and arrogant, was somewhat similar to the senior brother who would never give up.

This resemblance may be accidental, but it is by no means simply a homogeneous name.

……

Muyun Sword City is watching the sword.

When the rain was pouring down, when a million swords were groaning, the head disciple of the Sword Pavilion who was looking at the four earth-shattering swords from afar didn't seem to be directly involved in the idea of fighting with one enemy and four swords.

He stood alone on the top of the Sword Mountain, looking at the dim sky with deep eyes, indifferent to the rainstorm that wet his clothes.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Maybe he didn't even know what he was thinking.

Retracting his gaze from the overlapping rain curtain of distant mountains, Muyun Sword City lowered his head and looked at the figure at the foot of Sword Mountain.

It was a mediocre and confused figure of Wang Xiaoer, a fellow disciple who was comparable to him, and Wang Xiaoer, a disciple of the Seventy-two Peaks Sword Pavilion.

In my mind, I remembered the thousands of instructions of the head master when I talked with candles and nights on the eve of Qingmei cooking wine, and the chaotic breath and restless mood of Muyun Sword City finally calmed down.

He is well aware of the burden on his body, so he can't help but calm down!

He stood under a dark and gloomy canopy.

It's raining.

The rain fell on me.

At the foot is the extremely high and steep cloud mountain.

The cloud mountain is filled with countless ancient and ancient famous swords.

Countless swords were bathed in the cold and holy light of the raccoon flowers, and they kept trembling.

The sound of a million swords groaned in my ears.

Muyun Sword City, who had been silent for a long time, sat cross-legged and sat on top of Sword Mountain.

The temperature on the surface of his body began to rise.

A white mist gradually rose all around.

His clothes and long hair had been steamed dry.

He formed a protective sword around him.

Jian Gang shrouded his whole body, and the majestic rain could no longer drip in.

He couldn't tell whether it was the sword wind or the rain wind that blew his robe and long hair.

He placed his palms on his knees.

Two fierce fingertip sword qi began to flow backwards along the palm of the palm to the arm.

The two sword qi in the qi veins climbed up the rock along the arm, and at the arm and wrist, they broke through a spiritual acupoint that blocked the countercurrent qi vein.

There seemed to be a sound of broken meridians echoing in his ears, and an indescribable pain came from his arms, and Muyun Sword City frowned deeply.

So there was red blood on his arms and soaked his shirt.

The blood seemed to be mixed with rain and soaked down the sleeves of his clothes. From the corners of the sleeves to the neck, from the neck to the chest, from the chest to the legs, and from the soles of the feet...... That robe is already a bloody robe, and that figure is already a bloody man!

Mu Yun Sword City, the first disciple of the Sword Pavilion who cultivated the King Dao Sword, turned into a wasted person in an instant when the qi veins flowed backwards!

He wasn't hurt by anyone!

He just broke off all the qi veins in his body, destroyed all the spiritual points in his body, and then used all his remaining strength to disperse the Yuan Shen.

He abolished his cultivation!

The first disciple of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun, who boasted of cultivating thousands of royal swords, watched millions of ancient swords in the endless sea of raccoon flowers, listened to the endless sword chanting, and had an epiphany in an instant.

In an instant, he saw the catastrophe of life.

So he abandoned himself and cultivated in order to break and then stand!

In the rain, he sat on the mountain and learned the sword!

When he orders the millions of sword mounds under the mountain to surrender, it will be his royal sword to become a robbery!

……

Senior Brother Xiao Wang is still standing at the foot of the mountain, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the top of the mountain.

The black wind blew across the sky, and the dark clouds were dispelled in the dark and gloomy sky, and a piece of bright moonlight quietly came into view.

Wang Xiaoer already held a sword in his hand, a sword called Yingyue that had always been shadowy.

Wang Xiaoer, who was holding the moon, looked up at the top of the mountain.

The senior brother on the top of the mountain is transforming the sword of enlightenment.

The junior disciples at the foot of the mountain will guard this place with their soldiers.

(PS: The content of the previous chapter has been slightly modified, and the plot remains the same, just to make it easier to read.) ）