Lian Wuzong, one sect and three disciples, only dancing swords and swords. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The sword pavilion is written on the back mountain, but only a knife is buried.

"Sure enough, he should be right."

Lu Xing touched the head of the little snake of the director of Ao and sighed, and the holy Maiden Quanxin behind him quietly followed behind Lu Xing, guarding it with him.

The three senior brothers and sisters of the Lian Wu Sect did not expect that since they led this young man who claimed to be a human race to the back mountain, they saw him sighing at the Sword Pavilion where his master was retreating.

Could it be that he and Master are really old friends, but they are not the same age?

In the impression of the three of them, the master is good at using swords, but rarely uses swords, but instead worships the strange broadsword that has always been opposite to the sword like the Sword Pavilion, and worships three times a day, which is very cherished.

Moreover, when the second senior brother Yanagida was taught the knife technique, he also said that he took his brother to accept apprentices, and his behavior made the three apprentices unpredictable. However, since more than half a year ago, when the master suddenly said that he wanted to close the death pass, the door of the Sword Pavilion has not been opened, and today is the first time.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

The dust in the stone house behind the Sword Pavilion fell, but the three apprentices shouted excitedly, because their master's body was dry and there was no trace of popularity.

"Master, dead?"

Mu Ne's senior brother burst into tears, they didn't want to open the door of this Sword Pavilion, but they couldn't break the ban on opening the door.

Now that the ban has been crushed by Lu Xing, they have only seen Master for the first time in half a year, but unfortunately they are separated forever when they meet again!

"Impossible, how could Master die! He has already comprehended the supreme martial intent, the combination of swords and swords is invincible, even the Yin soldiers and ghost pawns dare not easily attack the Martial Arts Sect, they can only monitor from afar, impossible! ”

The little junior sister Ye Ying cried pear blossoms with rain, they all belong to halfway monks when they practice martial arts, it is the master who stimulates the potential in their bodies all the way, they don't have to be born, old, sick and die like ordinary mortals, and they can live hundreds of years when they step into the three-grade martial arts.

However, now the master's body is dry and inhuman, and the black clothes on his body have accumulated a thick layer of ash, and there is not the slightest breath between his noses.

"Don't cry, your master is not dead, but the result is not very good, and death is not far away!" Lu Xing was also surprised at first sight, but looking back on his experience in the underworld, he vaguely guessed the truth.

"Please save Master!" Ye Ying has a big temper, but she has the deepest relationship with her master, and she has always treated him as her biological father, and she is also the most spoiled by her master.

Now when I heard that the master still had a glimmer of life, he suddenly became a live horse doctor, hugging Lu Xing's thigh and crying, like pear blossoms with rain. The brothers on the side were also mournful, and they all said that the man didn't flick when he had tears, and now both of them have burst into tears.

"It's useless, get up!" Lu Xing was not used to such close contact, and patted Director Ao's snake head.

"Director Ao, take a look first!"

Just under the puzzled gaze of the three senior brothers, the pet snake that had been sleepy on Lu Xing's shoulder directly spoke, and spoke......

"Good"

A black and white behemoth suddenly appeared in front of the three of them, more than three people tall, and their heads were just under the pillars of the Sword Pavilion.

The huge dragon head, the dragon's eyes are black and white, after the director of Ao incarnated, he broke the crystal horns on his head and stuffed them into his mouth as snacks to eat, and looked at the three senior brothers and sisters of Lian Wuzong like wooden chickens, and after a while, a scream was instantly very noisy.

"Dragon, dragon, dragon!"

The dust in the Sword Pavilion rose, but they were pressed by Long Wei, the head of the Ao factory, and the three of them only felt that the soul strength was instantly suppressed, as if they had fallen into a whirlpool, and they couldn't struggle anymore no matter how hard they tried, and their bodies were shaky.

Factory Director Ao gave the three of them a lesson, ignored the fuss at all, walked upright, put the left dragon claw on the dry meat, and the other claw was not idle, holding the dragon horn and sending it to the mouth, and the entire Sword Pavilion only heard a crunchy sound.

"Who the hell are you, how can you treat the dragon as a pet, that is the head of the Heavenly Spirit Clan?"

This time, even Mu Ne's senior brother opened his mouth to question, because Lu Xing can not only make the supreme martial intent of the human race humane, but also can control the dragon as a pet, this, is this what the human race can do?

Director Ao couldn't help but roll his eyes, pet your brother and sister, Lao Tzu is a real dragon, but now is obviously not the time to be distracted. He let go of his dry hand, and the dragon power was retracted, and his paws pinched his dragon whiskers, a little puzzled.

However, as soon as he saw Lu Xing's confident appearance, he knew that he had guessed well. But the truth of the matter, how to explain the reason to these three Terran dolls, it is necessary to test the improvisation of Director Ao.

"Your master's body has been tempered by the earth treasure and will not decay for the time being, but the soul has reached an unknown place and cannot come back for the time being. However, don't worry, the martial intent that your master has realized can go straight to the Martial Dao Heavenly Ladder, which is already different from the soul of the human race, and it will not die so easily. However, if you don't wake up after a year, and your body and soul don't fit well, you're in danger! ”

Seeing that the three of them were stunned by himself, Director Ao was overjoyed, and when Lu Xing bowed his head and handed over the remaining dragon horns to Lu Xing, he turned into a black and white ring snake and climbed on his shoulder, rubbing his black and white eyes with his little tail, opened his mouth and yawned and continued to sleep.

Lu ...... Lu Xing, this dragon ...... Dragon...... Are you right? ”

That Ye Ying stood up timidly, glanced at the little snake on Lu Xing's shoulder, his eyes were shining, like a crescent moon bent in the starry sky in summer, and the jade finger clicked, afraid of blaspheming Long Wei like before, and quickly retracted it, looking at Lu Xing expectantly, waiting for his answer.

"Hmm."

In fact, what Lu Xing said was also the truth, if he didn't guess wrong, this martial arts sect master should be the junior disciple of the mad sword, the sword master of the Nanjun Sword Pavilion.

Wusu retreat and land travel really have a lot to do with it, when the mad knife opened the mountain for humanity, and fought the city god Cui, although he died a fiasco, he was respected as a martial god by the martial artists of the world, and he opened the mountain to guide the way for the rise of humanity and shocked the gods of all races. And the sword master Wusu saw the tragic death of his senior brother, and before he was angry with the spirit clan and the wild gods, he disbanded the Sword Pavilion and disappeared without a trace.

The world thought that he had been killed by all races and gods, but the first time Lu Xing saw Wu Su was when he weighed the evil fruit in front of the Yinshan Spiritual Wishing Platform, when he was holding a broken sword and went through a lot of hardships to walk to the Spiritual Wishing Platform to make a wish.

Lu Xing was fighting with evil spirits in the starry sky giant coffin at the time, and he didn't know what wish he made, but he thought it was related to the mad knife. When we met again, it was the fate of the underworld, the black-clothed swordsman.

Thinking that coming to the Wusu retreat should be to turn into a ruthless sword intent, go down to the underworld with supreme martial intent, and compete for the Nine Springs Dao Fruit. At the beginning, Lu Xing recognized the black-clothed swordsman at the first sight of him when he used his sword combination.

Lu Xing admired the mad knife for humane sacrifice, and also admired Wu Su's tenacity and perseverance. It's a pity that I can't help myself, and I think that Wusu should still be trapped in the cave of the psychic tree now, circulating in the Xinghua Stream, and being made into wood carvings with small skeletons and other creatures to exploit soul power layer by layer, providing nutrients for the return of the evil god.

One day in the underworld, twelve days on earth. Lu Xing stayed in the underworld for half a month, but half a year passed in the human world. Now in a short period of time, he has no way to recall Wusu's soul from the underworld, but the jasper dragon horn after the fusion of the Yin Dragon and the White Dragon can keep the body immortal for a hundred years, and part of the imprint of the Nine Springs Divine Fruit has been integrated into the world by Lu Xing, which can position the reincarnation of Wusu.

If Wusu's sword intent soul can break through the shackles of the wood carving and be sober, and he can return to the world by himself when he perceives the mark, everything depends on his own creation.

Lu Xing lived in the Martial Arts Sect, cultivating himself and guiding Ye Ying's three people to cultivate. Although he is a martial arts acupoint to open up a complete acupoint, his soul is eternal, and the martial intent of humanity has already been imprinted in his heart, and it is natural to guide the three people in martial arts.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and before he knew it, his martial arts cultivation had already consolidated the realm of the four-rank martial sect.

On this day, Lu Xing's divine power had recovered from sitting on the top of the mountain, and the human body that had been crushed by the space had fully recovered, but there was an uninvited guest in the mountain.

"Miscellaneous people, according to the divine order of the Southern Lingsha Venerable, three days later, all the spirit clans and sects will gather and go to the Jiangnan Imperial Capital to participate in the imperial court celebration and congratulate the Venerable!"

The Venerable Spirit gave an order.

At the same time, countless identical voices resounded throughout the southern land, echoing one after another. (To be continued.) )