Hua Tianxiao didn't look back, but seemed to see the surprise on her face: "Do you know the Sword Intent Gate?" ”

An Yun said vaguely: "I heard it." ”

"Have you heard?" Hua Tianxiao's expression was a little strange, and he said after a while: "You know a lot, and most of the young monks of various sects don't know that there is a sword intent sect in the world. ”

An Yun looked a little puzzled, the Sword Intent Sect has always been a single lineage, and only one disciple is accepted in each generation to inherit the inheritance of the sect, and the disciples of each generation are all amazing and brilliant, and almost all of them have left a great reputation in the cultivation world.

In her previous life, she had cooperated with a disciple of the Sword Intent Sect who had entered the world and entered the cave of an ancient monk to retrieve treasure. She was in charge of breaking the formation, and the Sword Intent Sect was in charge of killing the Demon Beast of the Protectorate. At that time, both of them were only in the middle stage of foundation building, but that Sword Intent Sect disciple actually forcibly killed three fifth-order demon beasts with a flying sword in his hand. The fifth-order demon beast is equivalent to a monk in the late stage of foundation building, which shows that the strength of the disciples under the Sword Intent Sect is extremely terrifying. It can be called invincible among monks of the same level, and can even skip the level to challenge.

With such strength, how can you not have a reputation? If it weren't for the fact that the Sword Intent Sect only passed on one disciple per generation, and only the previous generation of sect members chose to make their own decisions, I am afraid that countless monks would have broken through the mountain gate and were willing to worship under its disciples.

Although he thought so in his heart, An Yun was not surprised. The fact that the Sword Intent Gate can continue to this day makes her even more surprised. The lonely yin is not long, the lonely yang is not long, and the Sword Intent Sect only passes on one disciple per generation, if this disciple unfortunately falls, the thousand-year-old inheritance will be cut off from then on.

The road of cultivation is difficult and bumpy, and no one dares to say that a life is safe and smooth. Even if he was lucky enough to be a junior disciple of a powerful cultivator in the Tribulation Period, his spiritual root potential was excellent, and he cultivated the high-grade method, and there were elders along the way, but the inner demons and the Heavenly Tribulation were beyond the help of outsiders.

The Sword Intent Sect has always adhered to the style of a single line, and although it has a great reputation, it is the only wonder in the entire cultivation world.

"The people of the Sword Intent Sect, although they are in a single lineage, the disciples under the sect are all amazing and talented, and they often attract everyone's attention as soon as they are born. Why do you listen to what you mean, the Sword Intent Sect seems to be nameless? An Yun asked suspiciously.

Hua Tianxiao looked at the sky and sighed lightly, and said for a long time: "You are talking about the Sword Intent Gate three hundred years ago, and the Sword Intent Gate at that time was indeed as you said, and it was famous in the entire cultivation world. ”

An expression of fanatical longing welled up on his oily face: "Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!" There is only one person from my sword intent sect from generation to generation, and I dare to ask the entire cultivation world, who dares to underestimate it? ”

An Yun nodded silently.

Hua Tianxiao's fanatical face suddenly flashed a touch of bitter anger, and he snorted coldly: "It's a pity that three hundred years ago, my ancestor, the thirty-second generation of the Sword Intent Sect, Tie Wanli, traveled thousands of miles to Cangwu Continent because of an unknown woman, and found Ye Tiancheng, the Yuanying monk of the Water Pavilion Temple, wanting to avenge the woman who died in the hands of Ye Tiancheng. ”

An Yun's face turned pale, and his heart shook.

Tie Wanli, Ye Tiancheng, Cangwuzhou Water Pavilion Temple...... Familiar names swirled in her mind one by one, and lightning fell one after another in the sea of knowledge, as if to split the past that she desperately wanted to forget.

There was a vague suspicion in her mind that maybe the woman was her.

If there is still such a person in the world who is willing to risk his life for her to take revenge on the Yuanying Monk, then this person will absolutely, only be Tie Wanli.

The man who was happy and heroic, the man who was proud, the man who disappeared completely after she refused to accept and angrily split a mountain......

I thought he was dead.

It turned out that he was still alive. It turned out that he was dead again.

"Although the Iron Patriarch is known as breaking ten thousand laws with one sword, and there is no trace of clouds, he was only a Jindan Dacheng at that time, how could he be Ye Tiancheng's opponent? However, although he couldn't beat him, with his escape method without a trace, he could completely escape. What is hateful is that he will not run away from the fight, and he will die in the hands of Ye Tiancheng. ”

Hua Tianxiao continued, his tone was both admiration and anger: "In the tens of thousands of years in the cultivation world, which Jindan monk dared to challenge the Yuanying monk? And that Jindan monk can seriously injure the Yuanying monk? Only my sword intent is the patriarch of Tie Wanli. It's a pity that the face is in trouble, and the love is not long! Pathetic, lamentable, honorable, hateful! ”

He sighed, and An Yun also sighed silently with him in his heart.

"The Iron Patriarch didn't expect to win this battle, so he hurriedly passed down the mantle, but his disciples couldn't get his true inheritance, and the top martial arts and sword techniques of the Sword Intent Sect were lost for a long time, and they couldn't regain their former reputation."

An Yun was silent for a long time, slowly calmed down the stirring and moving feelings in his heart, and asked calmly: "Tie Wanli...... Didn't you say who that woman was? ”

Hua Tianxiao shook his head: "I didn't say it, my master only told me that that woman is also a Jindan monk, and she is very good at formations, and she doesn't know anything else." Back then, countless female cultivators in the Qing Netherworld Continent favored my Tie Wanli Patriarch, but he just fell in love with a female casual cultivator, and he did not hesitate to die for her, which was really unreasonable. ”

He had always been obsessed with that woman, if it weren't for that woman, how could the Sword Intent Sect decay to this point? How could he end up being chased and killed everywhere?

An Yun was silent, thinking to himself, then it was really himself.

Suddenly, An Yun didn't know what attitude to treat Hua Tianxiao. It stands to reason that he is a descendant of the deceased, and the deceased treats her with deep affection, and even fell because of her. In any case, she should take care of it.

However, her identity is embarrassing at this time, she has no power to restrain the chicken, and it is difficult for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river to protect herself, so how can she take care of it? With Hua Tianxiao only one step away from stepping on the cultivation of the Yuanying realm, she really can't afford to be cheeky to carry him.

Besides, Hua Tianxiao's resentment towards her was so deep, if she dared to say that she was that woman, she would not be able to let Hua Tianxiao turn her into ashes immediately.

"You're being hunted and killed? Did you offend anyone? After pondering for a moment, An Yun decided not to reveal his true identity to him. The female cultivator in her previous life is dead, and in this life she is just an ordinary girl who has not cultivated her spiritual roots, and she is helpless about the grievances and hatreds in her previous life.

"Do you have to offend someone to be hunted down?" Hua Tianxiao sneered: "The gentleman is not guilty, don't you understand the truth of guilt?" ”

"Who is it?" An Yun asked again.

Hua Tianxiao glanced at her, and said angrily: "Just follow me, where are you talking so much, what's the use of suing you?" ”

"You're so powerful, who can force you to flee in disguise?" An Yun asked casually.

Hua Tianxiao disguised himself as a beggar to avoid being chased by the law enforcement hall for decades, and has always been a loner, not daring to talk to people lightly for fear of revealing his identity. Now it is rare to meet An Yun, who is no threat to himself and looks like a cultivator, his guard is temporarily relaxed, and he is not too resistant to answering An Yun's question.

"Although my Sword Intent Sect has declined, not everyone can bully it. If a few Primal Infant Ancestors don't make a move, the Qing Netherworld Continent can force me to hide and cultivate as a flee, except for the Heavenly Dao Alliance Law Enforcement Hall, who else can there be? ”