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Walking slowly on the street, his mind was full of Li Xiaotian's words back then, he wanted to revitalize the strange veins of the Li family, and revitalize the Li family's past as if it happened yesterday.

Li Qifeng's original persistent heart was also a little loose.

Regarding the resentment of the Li family, the hatred of the Li family seems to be much less.

"What are we going to do next?"

Zhang Xiaoyu asked softly.

Li Qifeng's expression showed a hint of a smile, glanced at the sky, and said, "Find a place, rest first, choose an auspicious day of the zodiac, and then we will visit the Li family." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded lightly.

Sword Sect.

The heavens are not blessed, at the beginning, Long Chen took out most of the masters of the Sword Sect and rushed to the west, and when he took people away, he also took away the luck that the Sword Sect had cultivated for decades.

This kind of thing can't be stopped.

However, Deng Yiming has aged a lot overnight, and there is no gray hair on his temples, and there are also gray hairs, even if he is the third master in the world, but he can't resist the helplessness of reality. The life and death of the Sword Sect was like a mountain that could not be swept away, pressing on his body, making him unable to breathe heavily.

During the day, the rain told Deng Yiming all the coefficients of the trapped dragon valley.

Deng Yiming was silent for a long time and let out a sigh.

Maybe everything is already doomed, and no matter how much he Deng Yiming does, it will be for martial arts.

Since it was impossible to change the momentum of the development of things, Deng Yiming no longer did some useless work, and after thinking about it for a long time, Deng Yiming went to the sword mound.

As the sect master of the Sword Sect, Deng Yiming controls the sword of the sword mound, this sword mound is built after the hard work of dozens of generations of the Sword Sect, and the entire sword mound is an incomparably huge formation, this formation is running all the time, absorbing the vitality between heaven and earth, nourishing all the creatures in the sword mound, and quenching all the swords in the sword mound.

A flash of light flashed, and the sword shrine opened.

Ten thousand zhang sword qi suddenly burst out.

Above his fingers, three inches of Qingfeng burst out, and Deng Yiming's body entered the sword mound.

Qingfeng flows above the sword mound.

Wanzhang Sword Qi suddenly fell silent.

Deng Yiming appeared in front of a sitting figure.

"Old Sect Master!"

Deng Yiming bent down and saluted, with endless respect in his expression.

The withered figure did not respond in the slightest, the long snow-white hair was piled on the ground, and the ribs on the thin back were clearly visible.

"Old Sect Master, I'm here. ”

Deng Yiming spoke out again, with a hint of helplessness and guilt in his voice.

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Suddenly, countless swords sounded one after another, followed by countless sword groans that shook the sky.

The emaciated figure opened its eyes and let out a sigh.

"Hey!"

Above the sky, the sound of sword chanting suddenly froze, and fell into silence.

"I've been waiting, I hope you come, and I don't want you to come Now it seems that the Sword Sect's qi is exhausted!"

The thin figure turned his back to Deng Yiming and said softly.

Deng Yiming's expression suddenly showed a trace of guilt, his straight back bent a little, and he said softly: "It's me who is incompetent." ”

The thin figure shook his head slowly.

"I can't blame you for all this, someone once told me that the sword sect's qi will definitely die if it is only three hundred years, and we have survived four hundred years with a few qi numbers, it is really not easy. ”

A soft sigh came out of the thin figure.

Deng Yiming stood quietly and silently.

"Now that you're here, it's time for me to come out of the sword shrine, sitting in this sword shrine for a hundred years, but I don't want to leave. ”

The thin figure slowly got up.

This moment.

In the sword mound, ten thousand swords roared, and the sword qi was like a dragon, shuttling above the sky, exuding a fierce might.

Deng Yiming's body was shocked, and there was a hint of joy in his expression, he naturally understood what the concept of the old sect out of the sword mound was, looking at the world, I am afraid that there are few people who are the opponents of the old sect master, and the sword sect that can definitely be protected is invincible.

Just when Deng Yiming was happy, a sword galloped from a distance, with a sharp roar, suspended in front of Li Qifeng's body, and suddenly the long sword moved, like a spirit, swimming in front of the old sect master, the snow-white long hair was constantly cut, like snow falling.

A moment later.

The thin body turned around, revealing a face full of vicissitudes, wrinkles like the ravines of the earth, giving people a sense of drooping old age, but those eyes exuded a sharp light, like the edge of a peerless sword, which could not be covered.

With long white hair and a shawl, the old man casually took off a gray cloth belt from the gray robe on his body, tied it up with his hand, and his body was suddenly filled with a bit of elegance, and with a flick of his fingers, the long sword that trimmed his beard and broken hair suddenly broke through the air with a clang.

There was a hint of a smile on the old man's face.

With his hands behind his back, he looked up at the sky, his eyes revealing infinite yearning.

"Sword Ancestor Lu Dong Xuanbing asked Changsheng, he can enter the Heavenly Gate and become a heavenly person, I don't know if I Mo Tianwen can have that ability, if he becomes a heavenly person, I will definitely gather four points of the world's qi to the Sword Sect. ”

Mo Wentian said in a very light tone.

Deng Yiming's body shook slightly, and he said softly: "What about the other six points of qi?"

Mo Wentian looked at Deng Yiming, with a hint of a smile in his expression, and said: "There is a total of ten qi in this world, and it is good to be able to give the Sword Sect four points, this qi number gathers and disperses, scatters and gathers, this is a fixed number, if the world of the Sword Sect is ten ten, I am afraid that the Sword Sect will also come to an end." ”

Deng Yiming frowned slightly.

"Throughout the ages, only the dynastic empire can occupy more than five points of qi, and that six points of qi is naturally too dry. ”

Mo Tianwen spoke up again.

Deng Yiming's eyes were full of doubt.

Mo Tianwen smiled and said: "I know that you are good at everything, but sometimes you are too stubborn, just like the three-inch Qingfeng that cultivates, you have been pursuing the sharpness of Qingfeng, but you don't know that the power of the blunt sword is also infinite, the sharper the blade, the thinner it is, although it is sharp, it is also easy to be damaged." ”

Deng Yiming smiled, as if a child had met his relatives.

"The old sect master taught me that I was too stubborn. ”

Mo Tianwen nodded.

Stretched out his hands, as if to encompass the heavens and the earth, and said softly: "This comfortable and peaceful day has come to an end after all, this sword mound has been comfortable and silent for hundreds of years, and it has come to an end, all this cannot be changed after all, we can only change ourselves." ”