Lin Ziyun relied on the void to control the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and wanted to take in the handsome views of the world and the world, but only saw the mountains and rocks collapsing, scorched trees and broken branches, and corpses and bones all over the field. He was so shocked that he almost fell out of the air. Lin Ziyun hurriedly used his skills and landed in Qishan.

The place where the catastrophe descended was like a dry mountain after a volcanic eruption, with countless broken limbs from the wreckage, and Lin Ziyun was grief-stricken and roared to the sky. He unintentionally caused such a tragedy, and his heart was so turbulent that he almost couldn't breathe.

He opened his mouth and grabbed a handful of loess in his hand, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and he wanted to cry without tears. These people are all from Jingyun Division, and Lin Ziyun has known about it for a long time. didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of him, Lin Ziyun had mixed feelings, as if he lost his mind, fell to the ground, crying and laughing.

The people he had killed before were all deserving of death, but most of the people who died here were innocent mortal soldiers. These people should not have died, but because of the catastrophe, because of the death. In the final analysis, all this has to be blamed on Lin Ziyun.

There is no ordinary and noble in life, Lin Ziyun can kill the enemy without fear with the sword in his hand, but there is no way to accept innocent mortals. This was originally a disaster that affected the pond fish, but it was only because he was careless and overestimated the Dragon Tomb Enchantment and overestimated the human enchantment that he caused such a human tragedy.

Lin Ziyun walked in the mountains and forests, collecting those bones, these were all people he had involved, and he had to collect the corpses for them.

Lin Ziyun dug a deep pit and buried the severed limbs he found. He gritted his teeth and counted, his face turned blue, his lips trembled and he said to himself: "A thousand arms, that is, at least five hundred people have died because of me." ”

At this moment, the moon fell in the pine forest, Lin Ziyun's back dragged long and narrow, he hunched his back, bent over, and held his sword.

"What's the point of such a practice? God, do you always want to play tricks on me like this? The real calamity is not the heavenly calamity, but you, the thief. Providence makes people, when will you give up!"

Yuezhou, Sword Valley. Nalan Changxing changed into a brocade robe and stood by the sword furnace. His face was extremely bewitching in the firelight, and there was a flame in his pair of Danfeng eyes, like starlight. A sword was forged in the furnace, a sword that would be his.

Listening to the footsteps, Nalan Changxing walked slightly sideways.

An old man stepped into the sword mound, his deep gaze shrouded in black robes fell on Nalan Changxing, glanced at the sword furnace again, and said lightly: "Xing'er, it seems that you have comprehended your sword intent." ”

Nalan Changxing laughed disapprelicly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said, "To be precise, it should be kendo." ”

The old man stared at Nalan Changxing and said, "You are a natural sword-wielding person, and you should achieve something." The old man turned to look at the sword mound, watched the swords left by the swords of the past dynasties disappear, and asked Nalan Changxing, "What is your sword path?"

"I am a contemporary sword god, and my sword path is naturally the way of the sword god. Heaven and earth are only born with a sword, this is the way of my sword god. Nalan Changxing's eyes lit up, staring at the fire in the sword furnace.

The old man exclaimed: "Good grandson, worthy of being my Nalan descendant." Since you have this sword heart, the man who came to the valley today will be handed over to you to deal with, right?"

Nalan Changxing said angrily: "Who is it that dares to come to Sword Valley to make trouble? The remnants of Xuanji Palace should not let grandpa care so much, it seems that he is a character, then let me go and meet him." ”

The old man stopped Nalan Changxing and said with a smile: "That person is here to find you, and he is also here to visit the deity." Hmph, the natural strength is not much lower. Your cultivation is still shallow, and the fairy sword has not yet been cast. The old man shook his head lightly and said, "Right now, I'm afraid it's not his opponent." ”

Nalan Changxing saw that the old man was speaking for his opponent everywhere, even if he knew that he was thinking about his safety, he still couldn't help but say angrily: "How can grandpa purify the morale of others and destroy his own prestige?

The old man smiled and said, "Grandpa won't let you lose, that person is just a Yuan Infant stage cultivator." Sword Valley, it's not his turn to be presumptuous. ”

Although Nalan Changxing has now glimpsed the Great Dao, he is still only a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, how can he not be surprised to hear that the opponent is a Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator? He couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, isn't the human realm suppressive of high-level cultivators?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, hum, but that person is not simple." The old man's eyes flickered, as if he was recalling the past, and said lightly: "Ordinary Divine Stage monks can't resist the suppressive force of this interface, and only Heavenly and Human Stage monks can hide from the world." ”

Nalan Changxing asked, "How did that person enter the human realm?"

The old man stroked his beard and said, "That person is cultivating a miraculous skill, called the Golden Cicada Immortal Technique. This person should have been a golden cicada out of its shell and borrowed a body to enter the human world. Although he has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant, he can only exert the strength of the Feather Period. Xing'er, with the help of the old man, you can go and meet him later. ”

Nalan Changxing nodded, and a fire of war rose in his eyes. E-book bar

The old man let out a low snort, pinched his fingers, and saw a purple fire rising from the sword furnace. In just a moment, a shocking dragon roar came out of the sword furnace, and a long sword with purple flames all over its body was born.

Nalan Changxing was overjoyed when he saw this, jumped forward, and held the sword. He swept his sword, boom, and the sword was so sharp that it split a deep mark on the ground. Nalan Changxing was overjoyed, and laughed: "Good sword!" This sword, the sword of the sword of the past generations of Sword Valley, is melted and cast in one furnace, and it can be called the supreme sword of Sword Valley.

The thousands of years of history of the Nalan family is only the Sword Valley of the world, but the Nalan family has existed for countless years, and the old ancestor standing in front of Nalan Changxing is a powerful monk who has ascended to the immortal cultivation realm, and his skills are monstrous. Nalan Changxing is a contemporary true dragon, the son of destiny, and came into being, so this old man recognized Nalan Changxing, a descendant.

Nalan Changxing held the sword in his hand, like a tiger with wings, he only felt that he could cut it with a sword in the sky and on the ground, and he couldn't wait to rush to the enemy's eyes immediately and give him a sword.

The old man looked at Nalan Changxing and said, "This sword is the head of the ten thousand swords in the Sword Valley, and it can be named by you." ”

Nalan Changxing gently touched the sword body, only to feel that the sword body was crystal clear but faintly emanating a layer of frost and cold aura, and a lifelike little dragon was engraved on the hilt, with teeth and claws, as if it was about to jump out of the hilt. The more Nalan Changxing looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and laughed: "From now on, you will be called the Dragon Ghost Sword." ”

The old man smiled faintly, the tips of his fingers flashed with green rays, and he pointed at the Dragon Sword.

Suddenly, Nalan Changxing felt an incomparably powerful force on the Dragon Ghost Sword enter his body. This power was too powerful, making Nalan Changxing's face look intoxicated. He smiled and said, "Grandpa's supernatural powers are world-famous, and my grandson will go and kill the thief." ”

The old man was noncommittal and said, "Well, go ahead." ”

Watching Nalan Changxing leave, a ray of sunlight gently sprinkled on the old man's cheeks, revealing a pale and bloodless face. He coughed lightly and said, "I've taken a fancy to this child, hmph, the deity doesn't believe that you are really powerful enough to do anything." ”

On that day, Sword Valley was attacked by Xuanji Palace, and if it weren't for Nalan Changxing and others returning to Sword Valley in time, the foundation of hundreds of years would have been almost destroyed.

Lin Ziyun relied on the void to control the sky, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and wanted to take in the handsome views of the world and the world, but only saw the mountains and rocks collapsing, scorched trees and broken branches, and corpses and bones all over the field. He was so shocked that he almost fell out of the air. Lin Ziyun hurriedly used his skills and landed in Qishan.

The place where the catastrophe descended was like a dry mountain after a volcanic eruption, with countless broken limbs from the wreckage, and Lin Ziyun was grief-stricken and roared to the sky. He unintentionally caused such a tragedy, and his heart was so turbulent that he almost couldn't breathe.

He opened his mouth and grabbed a handful of loess in his hand, the corners of his mouth were bitter, and he wanted to cry without tears. These people are all from Jingyun Division, and Lin Ziyun has known about it for a long time. didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of him, Lin Ziyun had mixed feelings, as if he lost his mind, fell to the ground, crying and laughing.

The people he had killed before were all deserving of death, but most of the people who died here were innocent mortal soldiers. These people should not have died, but because of the catastrophe, because of the death. In the final analysis, all this has to be blamed on Lin Ziyun.

There is no ordinary and noble in life, Lin Ziyun can kill the enemy without fear with the sword in his hand, but there is no way to accept innocent mortals. This was originally a disaster that affected the pond fish, but it was only because he was careless and overestimated the Dragon Tomb Enchantment and overestimated the human enchantment that he caused such a human tragedy.

Lin Ziyun walked in the mountains and forests, collecting those bones, these were all people he had involved, and he had to collect the corpses for them.

Lin Ziyun dug a deep pit and buried the severed limbs he found. He gritted his teeth and counted, his face turned blue, his lips trembled and he said to himself: "A thousand arms, that is, at least five hundred people have died because of me." ”

At this moment, the moon fell in the pine forest, Lin Ziyun's back dragged long and narrow, he hunched his back, bent over, and held his sword.

"What's the point of such a practice? God, do you always want to play tricks on me like this? The real calamity is not the heavenly calamity, but you, the thief. Providence makes people, when will you give up!"

Yuezhou, Sword Valley. Nalan Changxing changed into a brocade robe and stood by the sword furnace. His face was extremely bewitching in the firelight, and there was a flame in his pair of Danfeng eyes, like starlight. A sword was forged in the furnace, a sword that would be his.

Listening to the footsteps, Nalan Changxing walked slightly sideways.

An old man stepped into the sword mound, his deep gaze shrouded in black robes fell on Nalan Changxing, glanced at the sword furnace again, and said lightly: "Xing'er, it seems that you have comprehended your sword intent." ”

Nalan Changxing laughed disapprelicly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said, "To be precise, it should be kendo." ”

The old man stared at Nalan Changxing and said, "You are a natural sword-wielding person, and you should achieve something." The old man turned to look at the sword mound, watching the swords left by the swords of the past dynasties disappear, and asked Nalan Changxing, "What is your sword?" "What is your sword?"