The Xihai Divine Sword is the Xihai Sword Sect Town Sect Divine Sword, which has been inherited and succeeded by the sect masters of the past dynasties, and has a bloodline soul seal, unless the sect master dies, the divine sword will not have a second master. Even if it is a figure of the level of Yang Jing, a strong general, and Yang Jin, an old Taoist priest, they can't change this brand without paying a certain price, so even if Zhou Yijin has mastered the power of the Xihai Sword Sect, the sword in his hand is still the same style.

After all, the Xihai Sword is a god of heaven and earth, even if it is hit hard by Yang Jin, it still does not damage the aura of the sword body, but it is only a little dim for the time being, Yang Jin can feel that the soul blood imprint of Yun Chengtian in the sword body has disappeared, that is to say, Yun Chengtian who was beaten into the West Sea has completely lost his vital signs, the Xihai Sword is a good thing, but he is famous for his marksmanship, and he doesn't like to play with swords, so he doesn't have any covetousness for this sword, Yun Chengtian is dead, that is, dust returns to dust.

The West Sea Divine Sword left the isolated island, like a petrel advancing against the wind and waves, and went straight to the West Sea Sword Sect with an indomitable momentum, the wind and waves could not block its path in the slightest, and could not even slow down its speed a little.

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It was the afternoon when the sun was shining on the earth, but there was a sudden rainstorm in the West Sea, and Zhou Yijin, who had taken over as the sect leader of the West Sea Sword Sect, stood on the reef by the seaside, looking at the endless sea surface of the West Sea, with a sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Whenever a great power dies, there will be a vision to come to the world, just like the majestic rain that suddenly fell in the Heavenly City when Master Yang Xiudao passed away, and the rain in the West Sea was unusual.

Others don't know how unusual it is, how can Zhou Yijin not know.

The old man who has been in charge of the Xihai Sword Sect for a hundred years is gone, when Yun Chengtian retired to the mountains in the early years, Zhou Yijin has actually slowly begun to despise this old man, and sometimes he doesn't even take what he says in his eyes, but those feelings are still real after all, there is a way like a master like a father, like a son like an apprentice, Yun Chengtian is Zhou Yijin's closest person in the world, Zhou Yijin is Yun Chengtian's mantle inheritance on the mainland, and now that Yun Chengtian is no longer alive, how can Zhou Yijin not be sad?

Zhou Yijin looked at the sky of the West Sea, he had been involved with Yun Chengtian's fate for most of his life, and he had already formed some kind of induction similar to that of the bloodline, no matter how Yun Chengtian hid his traces, he could also sense the direction of Yun Chengtian's death, the West Sea is the edge of the continent, the west of the coast, of course, there is only the depth of the West Sea.

The saddest thing is that he knows where Yun Chengtian died, but he can't go to collect the corpse for him, he doesn't know what kind of person the legendary man is, people are full of fear of the unknown, even if he is the unparalleled sword saint Zhou Yijin in the world, he is afraid that he will die at the hands of the other party, afraid that his life's cultivation has not been carried out, so he is buried in the West Sea.

Nominally, he is the master of this Western Sea, but he knows in his heart that Tianbo Mansion is the real master of this continent.

Right

Bowing deeply to the ground, Zhou Yijin closed his eyes and buckled his head a few times, which was regarded as the last memorial to the kind old man.

At this moment, a long sword was stuck at his side.

The sword fell from the sky and plunged deep into the reef, it was the Western Sea Divine Sword that flew back from the isolated island.

Zhou Yijin got up, pulled out the long sword, stroked the golden sword of the West Sea Sword, and two lines of tears rolled down his cheeks.

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In the ancestral hall of the Xihai Sword Sect, there are spiritual seats for the sect masters and elders of the past dynasties to be paid tribute to the people of the Sword Sect.

In the ancestral hall, seven white-haired old men sat on chairs, their faces full of sadness, and in the center of the ancestral hall, Zhou Yijin stood with a sword.

These seven old men are the seven elders of the Xihai Sword Sect, the one with the worst strength, and they have also stepped into the realm of Tianxuan Upper Realm.

"Sect Master, now that the old Sect Master has just left, the West Sea Sword Sect is at a time when its strength is weak, and it is urgent to hold a blood sacrifice ceremony to inherit the West Sea Divine Sword, you have to think twice!"

Zhou Yijin was silent for a long time, and then placed the Xihai Divine Sword in front of the spiritual position of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and said slowly: "In my life, the sword path has been integrated with the wind, and the teacher has passed away. ”

"Absolutely not!" The second elder stood up, sighed and said, "Only in the hands of the sect master can the Xihai Divine Sword exert its greatest power, and can it protect the peace of my Xihai and be enshrined in the ancestral hall, what is the difference between it and a piece of mortal iron?"

The second elder said this wrongly. Zhou Yijin said lightly: "The Changhong Guan of the Qingshan Sect has always been enshrined on the top of the mountain, who dares to treat it as mortal iron?"

As the three elders were talking, Zhou Yijin waved his hand, motioned for him to sit down, and then said in a deep voice: "As soon as the teacher left, the elders asked me to be quiet for a while." ”

The seven elders stopped talking, but no one dared to disobey Zhou Yijin's intentions.

They all knew in their hearts that after the fall of Yun Chengtian, only this invincible Sword Saint could shoulder the future of the Xihai Sword Sect.

This time, a generation of Tianshu powerhouse and kendo master Yun Chengtian fell into the West Sea, and white flags were hung all over the shores of the West Sea.

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In the surging forest sea outside Lin'an City of the Great Song Kingdom, the door of Tianbo Mansion, which Su Jin had not knocked on for a long time, was finally pushed open.

Its owner, the elderly god general Yang Jing, returned to the mansion and sat on the stone steps in front of him.

He raised his head, and the shadow of the peerless soldier slowly appeared in midair.

"When my father was ascending, I promised him that he would take care of Yang Jin, but I didn't do it. Even if he has done so many things that the world does not tolerate. Divine General Yang Jing let out a long sigh and asked in a deep voice, "Tautology, did I really do something wrong?"

"What

Yes, what's wrong?" the peerless soldier asked with a smile.

The God General was silent.

"For Yang Jin, maybe you are wrong, you did not stand firmly on his side as he expected, and be a brother who shelters from the wind and rain. But for the cultivators of the world, you are not helping to abuse, but you are right, and you can't be more right. The peerless soldier immortal said slowly: "Right or wrong, in fact, it just depends on how you judge in your heart, if in your heart, your brother is greater than the cultivator in the world, then you are wrong, if the cultivator in the world is greater than him Yang Jin, then it is right." ”