The Qunjian Mountains are located in the east of the entire continent, with mysterious dark tunnels in the east and the bustling center of the continent in the west. The whole mountain range stretches endlessly, and there is a kind of sleeping dragon posture.

Before the advent of the world's sword killing, the Qunjian Mountain Range was a pilgrimage place for many people in the rivers and lakes, and sword cultivation was the peak that countless people yearned for.

Many people with lofty ideals failed to comprehend the arcane law, and had to embark on the path of self-cultivation. Among them, the most brilliant is the sword cultivation, which resonates with the sword, and when the sword is released, the killing power directly surpasses the arcane law and the like.

As a result, swordsmanship and arcane law each occupy half of the world's powerhouses. It's a pity that the arcane law came from behind, and the power of the mysteries of heaven and earth became more simple and direct, and the way of the sword gradually declined.

Some people even say that in the past, the Sword Mountain Range occupied eighty percent of the dragon veins in the world, and on the grounds that the sound of dragon chanting and sword roaring was heard from the mountain from time to time, it was aimed at the sword cultivator and reprimanded him for occupying too much luck in the world.

No one can really say anything about luck, but anyone who thinks this way cannot be unaffected by it.

Under the various layouts of people with hearts, the sword cultivation line was gradually marginalized. Later, the Chosen One, that is, the young emperor, his appearance became the last straw that crushed the sword cultivation, and for a while, the spearhead of the world's heroes pointed directly at the way of the sword, and finally caused the regret of killing the sword in the world.

Tonight's group of swords mountain range, don't say that the sword roars and the dragon groans, it is the power of the sect, and they have disappeared. Large tracts of fertile land have become habitats for wild beasts. Low-grade demonic beasts and spiritual branches bloom everywhere, and the bloodshed that happened here has turned into nutrients, allowing the creatures here to grow savagely and haphazardly.

The twelfth hour became the center of everyone's attention.

Some are frightened, some are curious, some are surprised, and some are even more disgusted.

"Sword cultivation, even more punishment!" Fu Ge was furious.

"If you are a sword cultivator of my Fu family, how can you let you get out of here alive, this will lose the face of my Fu family!" he roared angrily.

Twelve was in charge of Fu Ge at this moment, and his heart was agitated. He could feel that he was controlling this veritable flying sword, and the qi in his body with a blue-blue flame continued to gather in his right hand, and then flow out again, continuing to circulate in the meridians.

Although his right hand was taken away by the black mist, that kind of perception was still there, not a broken arm. After the breath flowed into his right hand, he lost contact for a short time, and after it flowed out, it was even more than before.

"What did you do with my right hand?" questioned Black Mist in Twelve Consciousness.

"Don't worry, now that we are from the same origin, I won't harm you. "Black Mist.

In the middle of the field, the twelve right-handed swords continued to confront Fu Ge. He didn't know how Black Mist controlled this broken sword, and he couldn't have the slightest connection with the broken sword, but at the moment, it seemed that it was indeed Black Mist who was directing the broken sword with the power of his right hand.

"Oh my God, is this sword cultivation?" There was a little girl outside the arena with stars in her eyes. The era of sword killing in the world has passed, and their generation can occasionally catch the wind and shadow from the conversations and boasts of adults, and learn about the half-truth and half-truth sword cultivation style.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a forbidden technique, a move to suck people's souls, don't you remember the miserable fate of the poisonous mage in the imperial city at the beginning? This Fu family has gone astray, and there is no way to save it. Someone suppressed the admiration of the girl.

Black Mist laughed loudly.

"Interesting, the threshold for sword cultivation is extremely high, and there are few achievers in this path who are not outstanding in temperament. They are ignorant, let them see, what is the way of the sword!" Black Mist laughed wildly.

Twelve suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and the qi from his right hand that had been transformed by the black mist, the cyan flame became more vigorous, and the qi flowing out seemed to be attracted by his right hand and had to return, and the meridians of Twelve's entire body showed a countercurrent trend.

"What the hell are you doing, my right hand is going to explode!"

This situation is really terrifying, the reverse flow of breath can make the limbs have incomparably powerful power for a short time, but over time, it will also damage the channel where the breath flows, leaving irreversible scars.

"This is helping you break through!" said Black Mist.

The broken sword was controlled, and in the eyes of everyone, it changed from standing straight and horizontal to erecting, and the killing atmosphere was restrained.

Fu Ge withdrew his palm and breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the wound in his palm. At that moment, he thought that the broken sword would pierce his palm, so at the last moment he turned to attack and defended, and stopped attacking. But even so, it still left a deep wound.

He knew that the broken sword was just a sudden return, blocking the place, and if the sword was really delivered, his life would be in danger.

The woman she had met looked at Jun Twelve with a shocked face.

"You're not a disciple of the Fu family, you're still a sword cultivator?" she asked in astonishment.

"Yes. Jun Twelve replied, and now he has no choice but to rely on the black fog.

"For sword cultivation, the sword is not out of the sheath, and the sword is not in the hand, they are two worlds. The black mist said abruptly.

Twelve stretched out his right hand and grasped the broken sword, and an indescribable sense of understanding welled up in Twelve's heart. With a sword in his hand, does he know the heavens and the earth in his heart?Twelve knew that this feeling was not his own, but belonged to the black mist.

"Slash!" said Black Mist.

Twelve raised his right hand and unstruck his sword with a thunderous momentum.

"Wait a minute!" exclaimed Twelve, he wanted to say that although there was a contradiction when Ping Shui met, there was no need to hurt his life.

Everyone in the field only felt the breeze blowing on their faces, and the trees behind them that were as hard as pure gold were smoothly broken, and when they looked back, Fu Ge was alone.

The weather in summer is not cool, but some parts that are not visible are suddenly breezy and uncomfortable.

Fu Ge's face turned red, the sword was so fast that he wanted to block it but didn't dare to block it, fortunately he waited for death on the spot. The last sword swept away, he was unscathed but ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, a good man in his prime was naked at the moment, more uncomfortable than killing him.

His face was flushed, and he gasped for air, and he could no longer reprimand Twelve in a superior tone. Even, I don't dare to look at the twelve anymore. In the end, he collapsed directly to the ground and passed out.

"You ......" The woman of the Fu family wanted to reprimand Twelve, but she found that she couldn't speak, and she didn't expect the situation of life and death to end like this.

"Slightly, it's disgusting, I want to tell my mother, I don't want to see Fu Ge again, I'm afraid of a needle's eye. "There was a girl who stuck out her tongue and covered her eyes.

Hearing this, Fu Ge spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground, looking like he had serious internal injuries.

Twelve frowned, the black mist method was too ungraceful, compared to this situation, less arms and legs were nothing.

"Do you still sympathize with him? When he first humiliated you, if you were really a child of the Fu family, he would have punished him in every word. ”

The words are not rough, the twelve feel reasonable, and the murder is the only way to show the true character of the hero.

"Let's go, Broken Sword said, want us to go somewhere. The black mist floated lightly.

The twelve women hugged their fists: "I didn't really hurt him, he will get better in a few days, farewell!"

The woman of the Fu family is full of black lines, and it is better not to mention this matter again.

"Little brother with a sword, can we see each other again?" called the little girl.

The twelve heads waved their hands and said, "See you soon." ”