"Then why didn't the seniors come forward?" said Zhu Wen with a smile.

When the words fell, Mu Qingyi couldn't help but be stunned, and then shook his head with a wry smile.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't, everyone is born with different values, and I can't live up to their trust in me. Mu Qingyi sighed.

Zhu Wen stared at Mu Qingyi, his expression revealing thoughtfulness.

"Just like a tree, some people are fallen leaves, some people are branches, so there must be someone to support that green and prosperous area. Mu Qingyi said with emotion.

This is the helplessness of the world, and you should understand it. Mu Qingyi said and looked at Zhu Wen and smiled.

Zhu Wen was slightly shocked, hugged his fists and said, "The younger generation doesn't know what the seniors say. ”

"Ha" Mu Qingyi chuckled, and the figure slowly faded away.

No one knows what kind of pain he endured.

He is the behind-the-scenes man of the righteous path, and he can't die calmly like the righteous master in the city.

The chess game of heaven and earth is not over yet, and the battle between the good and the devil that has lasted for a hundred years is also over, and he must carry the weight.

For Mu Qingyi, every sin was counted on him by him.

As the current dynasty is typical, he knows that the righteous path above the city will inevitably suffer heavy losses, and he will lose many friends.

Mu Qingyi's figure disappeared, Zhu Wen felt palpitations, and couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, his eyes flickered, and he was uncertain.

is a good Mu Qingyi, and in just a few words, he has already gained the upper hand, not only waking up Nangong Song and Dance, but also testing himself.

A hint of contemplation flashed in Zhu Wen's eyes.

Could it be that Mu Qingyi has seen through his identity, or does he have other purposes?

Nangong Song and Dance was in a heavy mood at the moment, and after being questioned by Mu Qingyi, her heart was extremely heavy at the moment.

Indeed, even if you are a friend, have you ever considered Xiao Jiange? There was a group of four people, Zhu Wen, Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran, himself, in addition to Zhu Wen, Xiao Jiange, Duan Yuran and the three of themselves also understand each other clearly, and they are all from Dongsai.

Only Zhu Wen, whose identity is unknown, is still like a mystery, if it weren't for Zhu Wen's innocent intentions, the feelings of himself and others along the way would undoubtedly be a huge hidden danger.

Nangong Song and Dance looked at the pensive Zhu Wen, with a little doubt in her beautiful eyes.

Is Zhu Wen really the young master of a certain family? What kind of family is it that he still refuses to disclose? Could it be that there is some reason that cannot be said?

That is, why do friends hide so deeply from themselves and others, and what is the purpose of this?

Women have always been suspicious, and the more Nangong Song and Dance thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, and she couldn't help but ask when she looked at Zhu Wen.

Zhu Wen seemed to be aware of it, raised his hand to interrupt Nangong's song and dance, and said with a smile, "I will definitely be honest with you in the future, okay?"

Nangong Song and Dance bit her lip and nodded.

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Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, inside a mysterious cave.

As the last wisp of Xiao Tian's remnant soul dissipated, everything in the cave calmed down.

Xiao Jiange felt a sharp pain in his mind, and he had to sit cross-legged and hug Yuan Shouyi.

A burst exploded in the depths of his mind, and suddenly a vast voice and pictures appeared.

"My name is Xiao Tian, a wasted person, although I have no cultivation, but in today's Central Plains, the world is willing to call me the strongest swordsmanship!"

A voice fell, and then a picture unfolded.

A corpse was all over the field, and on the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, where the wreckage was all over the ground, the broken and broken swords were densely scattered, scattered and intertwined on the ground around them.

The dripping raindrops fell slowly, telling a lamentation in the wind and dust.

Xiao Jiange knew that this was the scene after the Battle of Ten Thousand Swords.

In the picture, two figures are opposed, and the cold rain soaks their clothes.

One is in a green shirt and the other is in a black robe, Xiao Jiange recognized that the green shirt was his ancestor Xiao Tian.

I saw Xiao Tian hand out a sword, and in an instant, a little cold light bloomed on the tip of the cold sword in Xiao Tian's hand, and suddenly the entire world suddenly turned into a white light.

"Out of the sword, the spirit and spirit are united, and the fusion of heaven and earth is the strongest sword, so what's the matter if there is no cultivation? ”

A voice slowly resounded in Xiao Jiange's mind, Xiao Jiange was in a cold sweat, and he savored it carefully in his heart.

As soon as the picture turned, the white mangs slowly dissipated, and the demon in front of him was already gushing like a spring, and his soul returned to the sky.

The picture dispersed, and Xiao Jiange suddenly came back to his senses.

"Whew, whew, whew" Xiao Jiange couldn't stop panting, cold sweat on his forehead.

"This is the pinnacle sword of the ancestors, it is really terrifying. Xiao Jiange came back to his senses and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

The demeanor of that sword was impressively fixed in the depths of his mind.

"This sword has triggered the momentum of heaven and earth, no wonder the ancestors were able to shock the entire Central Plains with sword moves alone. Xiao Jiange carefully recalled the previous sword, and his eyes suddenly froze, and he said to himself.

Immediately, Xiao Jiange slowly got up, looked at the bones of the green shirt cloak in front of him, and suddenly felt respect, and slowly made a compilation of the bones.

"The younger generation Xiao Jiange has a deep sense of gratitude for the ancestors and is grateful for the opportunity left by the ancestors. Xiao Jiange said cautiously.

Immediately, Xiao Jiange swept his sleeves and put the bones into the Qiankun bag, planning to bring them back to Xiao Mansion for burial in the future.

Vested in chance, we must not allow the remains of our ancestors to be buried here.

Xiao Jiange couldn't help but pause when he was about to go out, his face showed a little hesitation, and then he made up his mind.

I saw that Xiao Jiange recorded the remaining formation patterns on the ground one by one, and in the future, he could make this formation reappear.

Maybe it will work in the future, Xiao Jiange thought secretly. Beauty Nest

Walking the rivers and lakes, there are many skills and not pressure.

Out of the cave, Xiao Jiange suddenly showed a little doubt.

It seems that this place is not the center of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, so it seems that there must be a great opportunity ahead.

As soon as Xiao Jiange thought of this, he immediately flew towards the depths of the Ten Thousand Swords Valley.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Swords was opened for seven days, and now that he had spent a day in the cave, it seemed that he had to hurry.

Xiao Jiange thought secretly in his heart.

After sweeping eight hundred miles away, Xiao Jiange's figure slowly stopped, looked ahead, and showed a moved face.

"Is this the real fate of Ten Thousand Swords Valley?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help muttering as he looked at the scene in front of him.

Hundreds of remnant swords were densely inserted on the ground in front of him, and terrifying sword intent emanated out, intertwined to reveal a sense of vastness.

The sword intent here was strong, even more powerful than what he had encountered before, even Xiao Jiange couldn't help but be shocked by it at this moment.

In the center is a valley mouth, and a dark blue vortex slowly circles at the mouth of the valley, exuding a sense of mystery.

And on the mouth of the valley, there are three large characters engraved.

Ten Thousand Sword Tombs!

The vicissitudes of life are powerful, and the simple three big characters reveal an ancient atmosphere, which makes people feel awe-inspiring.

"Is this the real remnant of the ten thousand swordsmen back then?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but sigh, and at the same time felt a sense of admiration for the person who established this tomb.

The ancestors are buried here as a sign of awe.

Xiao Jiange walked through the sword forest and came to the mouth of the valley, and his eyes suddenly froze.

He felt several familiar sword intents.

"Looks like they're all in here. Xiao Jiange secretly thought that he couldn't help but speculate knowing the aura of Murong Qing and the others.

Xiao Jiange thought clearly, and immediately stepped into it without hesitation.

After Xiao Jiange entered, he only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and when he regained consciousness, he was in a space.

There are thousands of swords in this place, and the remnants of the sword are inserted into the ground, and the body of each sword is drenched in blood.

As far as the eye can see, there is a vastness and forest, scarlet and gloomy, revealing a depressing atmosphere.

"This is" Xiao Jiange's face suddenly showed shock.

At this point, he realized that this place was the place where the true essence of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords was located.

All the truly powerful remnant swords were buried here, and the blood on that sword Xiao Jiange expected to be the demon blood stained by the battle of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain in the battle of the Righteous Demon War.

It can be seen how fierce the battle was that year, the demon blood stained the mountain, ten thousand swords fell to the ground, and the heroic soul was buried.

"Boom", just as Xiao Jiange's heart was shocked, the entire space suddenly changed, and a tremor followed.

"Sizzle" For a while, the thousands of remnant swords around them all let out a clear sword sound, and one by one the remnant swords shook and trembled in unison.

"Huh?" Xiao Jiange was shocked when he saw this, and secretly watched on guard.

The sword trembled, and the sword intent converged, like a tidal wave, surging towards Xiao Jiange, slapping in.

The sudden change of "sneering" caught Xiao Jiange off guard, and he immediately ran the Ice Spirit Phoenix Gong to the extreme.

"Boom" Even so, Xiao Jiange was crushed by his vast sword and took a few steps back, his body exploded, the blood mist exploded, and Xiao Jiange was at the moment

I saw that the demonic blood stained on the sword body around me seemed to have received traction, turning into a red torrent and converging in the air, and suddenly a figure came out.

"This is" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but be shocked when he saw such a scene, and muttered in a low voice.

I saw that the torrent converged and turned into an illusory spirit.

"Sword Spirit!" Xiao Jiange only recognized the origin of his illusory spirit body at this moment.

It turned out to be a sword spirit formed by the sword intent of these ten thousand remnant swords!

"Ten thousand sword souls, ten thousand sword deaths, ten thousand swords build a soul. ”

"What kind of chance, what kind of sword species?" the sword spirit asked lightly.

Xiao Jiange's eyes froze when he heard this, and he immediately understood the meaning of his words.

"Isn't it true that everyone who has come here has chosen their own chances?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, you can choose the Ancient Swordsman by chance or match immediately. Sword Spirit said without emotion.

Xiao Jiange's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this.

It turned out that the fate of the Ten Thousand Swords Valley was like this, and it was inferred that the other people in the Sword List must have entered its fate.

"What's the chance?" Xiao Jiange couldn't help asking, interested in this.

"The ancient swordsman who matches you, the Spring and Autumn Sword Hero, realized the Spring and Autumn Period with a sword, and the sword came out with three Spring and Autumn Periods. Sword Spirit said slowly.

"Can there only be one choice among the ten thousand swordsmen?" Xiao Jiange asked with a smile.

The sword spirit couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.

Since the opening of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords, no swordsman has ever asked himself such a rule when seeking an opportunity.

"Not really. The sword spirit relieved himself and said.

The corners of Xiao Jiange's mouth suddenly curled.

"In that case, all the ten thousand sword predecessors in the Ten Thousand Swords Array had the chance"

"My Xiao Sword Song, I am willing to accept it together!"