The golden stream is not dark, nor is it bright and golden light, but it is the same.

If it weren't for him Lei Zhenggang himself stepping into it, he wouldn't feel like he was walking in the flowing gold at all.

Suddenly, a terrifying sword intent came into Lei Zhenggang's originally half-relieved breath.

So the next moment, the panicked gold flowed into his Lei Zhenggang's eyes again.

The golden stream is steep and falling, high in the air.

At the front of the high part of the stream, Lei Zhenggang seemed to fall flutteringly, especially with the demeanor of a powerful monk, but only he, Lei Zhenggang, knew that he was full of bitter water and had nowhere to lean.

It was like Lei Zhenggang, who stepped on the air and fell down, but he was actually dragged down by that wisp of sword intent that seemed to be irresistible, so naturally it would not be that he Lei Zhenggang wanted to do this, but had to do it.

Rao is he, Lei Zhenggang is unwilling, that wisp of sword intent, will he let him go, Lei Zhenggang?

At this time, Lei Zhenggang only had a helpless feeling in his heart that he had just come out of the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's den.

And just by virtue of this sword intent, I know that it is even more difficult to mess with.

At this time, Lei Zhenggang was helpless in his heart, how could he, the Emperor of the Upper Three Realms, be mixed up like this, and how could he be as miserable as the Emperor of the Three Realms?

Even if he is in Zhongzhou, he is definitely being called by his predecessors, how did he get here, he Lei Zhenggang is frightened and worried, but his life is not as good as the three realms in the middle and the three realms.

The soles of his feet touched the bottom, Lei Zhenggang staggered slightly for a step or two, and then stood up straight, and an old man in a gray robe with a particularly kind appearance came into his eyes.

But he Lei Zhenggang didn't relax his vigilance at all.

In the mountains and rivers and lakes of the secular dynasty under the mountain, there are two major rumors that are not easy to mess with.

One is a young baby who is not afraid of people's words, but a white-haired old man who is more than half a hundred.

Each has its own reason.

It's not so absolute in the mountains, but maybe there's a little bit of truth.

After all, the former may be the background, maybe today you bullied him, tomorrow the family name of the sect may come out to find face for him to regain face, as for the latter, what if you meet an old monster who likes to hide his cultivation for six or seven hundred years, and is so high that it scares people to death?

The old man who seemed to have no cultivation in his eyes, Lei Zhenggang patted his chest and assured that he belonged to the latter.

So Lei Zhenggang's face became even more embarrassed.

The gray-robed old man first nodded towards Lei Zhenggang kindly, not the slightest apology that would cause the other party to stay here because of his own action, after all, on the Xuanwu Continent, whether it is Zhongzhou or Nanzhou, Dongzhou, it seems that the cultivation is really able to do whatever he wants.

The gray-robed old man then turned his head again and looked at the purple-shirted man Xu Wei, the third on the list of people looking for death on the mountains of Nanzhou, maybe he would become the real kind of person looking for death.

The gray-robed old man Huang Jiulong turned to Xu Wei and nodded, and said with some relief: "It is said that sword cultivation is a sword cultivation, regardless of the road ahead, how did it change when it came to you?

Bloody Sword Cultivator Xu Wei was extremely upright and even meticulous in his movements with his hands half-folded in front of his chest, and he held the hilt of the purple sword tightly at the tiger's mouth between the two index fingers and thumbs of both hands.

performed a sword salute that was rare even in the Zhongzhou Sword Cultivation Sect.

One is particularly old, probably similar to the rules that do not follow the rules of reporting the name before the sword is released.

It is said that sword cultivation produces a sword and there are no taboos, but in fact, it is not, sword cultivation needs to be abstained from many taboos before it can be achieved, and there are no taboos in sword cultivation.

Huang Jiulong nodded and said: "Yes, yes, it is the style of Ziyuan, but this is not enough, your old ancestor does not have such a big face in the end, besides, even if your old ancestor who is buried in the soil even if he crawls out and walks to me, it will not have such a big face." ”

Xu Wei was stunned at first, he was really stunned, but he was also relieved, he really thought that a sword cultivator of the Triple Heavens, a senior above the seniors, could pour out his identity here with his own sword intent, it didn't seem strange.

Nanzhou Ziyuan is a lineage, cultivating swords for generations, and its status is similar to the Shu family in Zhongzhou, that is, the Shu family of Shu Qi, a woman with a thin body who previously slashed a sword towards Cui Puyang, but surrounded by a heavy sword.

Moreover, the inheritance of the Ziyuan lineage is even more sword-oriented, belonging to the sword-bearing monks, a single vein and a single person, passed down one by one.

That is, after the previous person's sword and sword cultivator is dissolved, or after the sword path of life and death is eliminated, he will continue to select the next sword and sword cultivator.

Therefore, the sword cultivation seems to be a thief with the door open, one person and one sword, plus a heart to the sword is enough, but in fact, it is not, it is definitely not the case.

The threshold for sword cultivation is extremely high, and those who think that the threshold is extremely low often end up with the best result of abandoning the sword and rebuilding.

There is a well-known example in Zhongzhou, one of the two ancestors of the famous sect, Emperor Xuandi, a strong man at the top of the Tianshan Mountain, Bu Xiao'an, was a young man who envied the way of the sword to cultivate the sword.

It was only when he reached the peak of the Xuanhuang Realm that he was stuck, and with the great perseverance that is difficult for ordinary genius monks on the mountain, he abandoned the sword and rebuilt, and then there was the Xuandi Double Heaven powerhouse Bu Xiao'an, who carried a pillar of the Famous Sect.

Instead of a Xuanhuang Sword Xiu Bu Xiao'an who was trapped in the Middle Three Realms.

A genius monk on the top of the mountain of the sect has gone so hard to practice the way of the sword, and in the end he can only abandon the sword and rebuild, it is conceivable that the ordinary monks, not as good as those ordinary monks of the famous sect, only with a passion and a head full of sword cultivation glory, what kind of dead end should they embark on.

Therefore, sword cultivation, like formation cultivators, ninety percent of them are derived from inheritances that have been passed down for an unknown number of years.

And there are not many kendo inheritances that can go straight to the three realms with a sword.

Then, Xu Wei shook his head and said softly: "The kind of beautiful talk that the predecessors said, nine out of nine are dead people's talk, Xu Wei is still young, the sword path is a long way, this mountaineering narrow path Xu Wei has just climbed, and even the threshold of entering the ranks of sword cultivation in front of him has not been crossed, so naturally he doesn't want to become a dead man's talk on other people's lips." ”