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In the Jianyuan Sect, all disciples who join the sect can obtain their own swords.

In the eyes of the swordsman, the sword represents his dignity, his own sword, and even more importantly, his own cultivation path.

A swordsman can break his sword in killing the enemy, and he can interrupt the sword in his practice, but he can't kneel down in front of the enemy to serve his sword, let alone throw away his sword.

The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

And before Yang Han actually pawned his sword, which was a great shame for the swordsman, once this sword was lost, Yang Han would no longer be a swordsman, no one would agree with him, and even everyone would spit on him.

Losing the spirit of kendo is equivalent to losing one's own personality, and a person who does not have the spirit of kendo will never be able to take a step forward.

According to the regulations, once the disciples of the Sword Yuan Sect lose their swords and want to hold the sword again, they have to carry out three swords and nine punishments and touch the Dragon and Tiger Pass.

This is an extremely cruel way to seek a sword, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a life of nine deaths, you can continue to hold the sword, if you can't break through, you have to die under the punishment.

That's the price of regaining the sword.

On the huge square in front of the main hall.

At this moment, it was full of disciples watching the excitement, and when they heard that Yang Han was a waste, they actually wanted to hold the sword again, and they couldn't help but make a sensation for this.

Who is Yang Han? Young Sect Master, it was the first day of Jianyuan Gate before, and later after the disappearance of the door master, he didn't move forward an inch, drank all day long, like a lump of mud, and finally did ugly things that made her a little light.

Now that he was going to hold his sword again, it was incredible to everyone.

"Yang Han actually wants to break through three swords and nine punishments, he is dead, he is dead.

"Yes, wouldn't it be better to be quietly abolished, and then go to Baojian Mountain to wait for death? Why do you have to make such a big move? ”

"With his current situation, he wants to hold the sword again? That's dreaming. ”

When the people at the scene saw this posture, they talked about it, and everyone was not optimistic about Yang Han, after all, a person who pawned his sword for the sake of wine, how out of line it was, it was a shame for sword cultivation.

"Here, Yang Han came out of the main hall."

Everyone followed the sound and found that a naked and naked boy was walking out of the main hall without hurry, with no joy or sadness on his face.

……

"Bang bang bang."

In the center of the square, ninety disciples held steel long swords, divided into two rows, the tips of the swords downward, gently colliding on the hard ground, making a uniform sound of metal rubbing.

Everyone's breath was powerful, the tip of the sword was flowing with a cold light, the arm was wrapped with a scarlet ribbon, and the slight impact of the sword on the ground made a sound like raindrops falling, clanging, dense and regular, releasing a terrifying oppressive force.

At the end of the ninety disciples, there is a huge furnace, and on the body of the furnace, there is a dragon and a tiger entwined, lifelike, as if it will come out of the wall at any time, this is the Dragon and Tiger Pass.

The lid of the Dragon Tiger Pass was opened, and a flaming red iron sword was inserted there, and beams of terrifying flames rose from the bottom, releasing the fiery temperature that incinerated everything.

"The three-knife punishment begins."

The Great Elder said coldly.

"Yes."

Li Chenfei walked to the front of Yang Han with a wooden box, looked at him naked and naked, and smiled coldly: "Today is your own death, no wonder me."

After saying that, he opened the wooden box, and three daggers several feet long appeared.

"The first cut."

Li Chenfei picked up the first dagger and stabbed it directly at Yang Han's lower abdomen.

"Huh."

The whole dagger pierced his body and penetrated deeply into Yang Han's body, this first knife was extremely ruthless, piercing his stomach, a large amount of blood sprayed out, and a terrifying sharp pain instantly filled Yang Han's body, making his body twitch slightly.

"You can't stand it just in the beginning? How do you get back to holding your sword like this? ”

Li Chenfei's face was full of cold light, and the three swords were punished, except for the head and heart, which were the places where they were killed, the rest could be pierced.

"Second cut."

"Huh."

This time, it was directly aimed at Yang Han's ribs and pierced his kidney.

"Ah~"

Yang Han covered the painful wound, his whole body trembled violently, his steel teeth rattled, and the green tendons on his face burst out, like a ghost, he held back to death, and he must hold on.

"The third knife."

"Poof."

Blood spilled, and this last knife pierced Yang Han's lung lobes, making his whole person instantly pale as paper, and as soon as he breathed, he made a sound like whirring tuberculosis, and the whole lung was even more painful, and even his breathing had to stop.

"Nine punishments, begin."

"Whoa."

Ninety disciples raised the long sword in their hands, and the blade of the sword flowed with a dazzling luster.

Yang Han's whole person was in extreme pain, and the three knives almost killed him directly, but he finally survived until now, he couldn't fall, he had to break through and get the sword, otherwise he would die now.

He's seeing his life.

Yang Han walked towards the Dragon and Tiger Pass in front of him step by step, and after entering the sword formation, one after another long swords slashed down towards him.

"Poof, poof, poof."

Ninety disciples, one person and one sword, ninety hideous wounds directly appeared on Yang Han's body, some of them almost split him in half, the bones on his body came out, and the blood flowed like a blood-colored fountain in the shape of a human.

"Boom."

After breaking through the last disciple, Yang Han completely became a bloody man, and then fell down heavily, his body was covered with huge scars, and the blood and water wet the ground.

"It's close, it's close."

Yang Han's eyes were unprecedentedly calm at the moment, he was relying on the willpower he had exercised in his previous life to support him, and he crawled towards the Dragon and Tiger Pass on the ground little by little, dragging a long trail of blood behind him, which was shocking.

Seeing this tragic look, many disciples had turned their heads silently, and couldn't bear to look at them directly, although they were full of spurning for Yang Han, but I have to say that Yang Han at this moment is arrogant, and that unyielding appearance is deeply imprinted in the depths of their hearts, and I am afraid that they will not be able to forget it for a lifetime.

"Is this still the same waste as before? Is this still? ”

Many disciples asked themselves in their hearts, and a feeling of indescribability surged in their hearts.

If it were them, he would have fainted a long time ago, what was it that allowed him to hold on for so long?

"Here we are."

Yang Han helped Longhu Pass and stood up slowly, his face became more and more pale, due to excessive bleeding, his consciousness was gradually blurred, and his eyes slowly lost their luster.

Looking at the raging flames in the furnace and the red-hot iron sword, he stretched out his hand without hesitation.

"Whoop."

This sword, as soon as he started his hand, Yang Han's entire palm was scorched, emitting a scorching smell, and the blood on his arm dripped into the flames, making a sneering and burning sound.

"Ah~"

He roared, and the red-colored iron sword was directly pulled out by him, and a series of sparks scattered all over the sky.

"From today onwards, I will hold the sword again, and if you want to abolish me, then come."

Yang Han held a red iron sword, obliquely pointing at everyone present, the momentum was terrifying, he was laughing wildly, laughing and laughing, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, plus he was covered in blood, his voice was hoarse, like a demon crawling out of hell, shocking, so that every disciple was stunned.

"In three days, a meeting of the Council of Elders will be held."

The Great Elder's face was cloudy, but he finally turned away.

"Okay, three days, three days later, see how you abolish me?"

Yang Han stood up to the sky, the iron sword roared in his hand, and the sword pressure spread, as if a sword emperor had descended.