Huang Jiulong leaned forward slightly, his hands were in the cuffs in front of him, and said, "When did your Ziyuan Yimai's tone become so big? Do you still have to fight with the old man and me about the truth in your hands, or do you think that the sword in your hand should be so tough?"

As a result, the spiritual power in all directions was like a surge, rushing towards Xu Wei.

Xu Wei, who was deeply immersed in spiritual power, didn't feel the heartiness of spiritual power like a body at all, but raised his heart, and his courage hung in his throat.

The spiritual power in all directions was formed by the only son, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a dense sword left beside him Xu Wei.

The key to the inch sword blade composed of the aura between heaven and earth is that the sword blade is full of terrifying sword intent, and Xu Wei, who is in it, is like sitting on pins and needles, and he is not energetic.

The most uncomfortable part is not this feeling, but on my own mind, which is already the foundation of kendo that has begun to take shape.

The endless irresistible sword intent is the rudimentary sword path that seems to be oppressing him all the time.

The collapse of the sword path is no less than the breaking of the Xuan vein.

Xu Wei clenched his teeth, there was blood coming out of the corners of his mouth, obviously he could see the past, but it made people feel extremely bleak, and said indifferently: "Senior, the previous words are all the fault of me Xu Wei alone, and Xu Wei is responsible for it alone, and the rights and wrongs, as well as the consequences, are all based on the seniors." ”

Huang Jiulong chuckled, raised his feet slightly, stepped forward, and muttered softly: "You Xu Wei bear it alone?"

Then he raised his head, looked directly at Xu Wei with cloudy eyes, and said in a slightly heavier tone: "But how can you Xu Wei bear it, you Xu Wei can bear it?" Sure enough, it is sword cultivation, and before you hold the sword in your hand, you want to learn those sword cultivation styles, if the old ancestor of your Ziyuan lineage who is barely successful said that sentence, there is still some weight, what are you Xu." ”

Huang Jiulong raised his head and said three words softly: "Not yet." ”

Immediately afterwards, Huang Jiulong is the front foot is the back foot, and the back foot steps forward as the front foot.

Between the lifting and falling, the sky knows that it seems to be a sudden discoloration, so everyone present, including Cui Puyang, who called Huang Jiulong as his master, seemed to have a sense of suffocation for a moment, as if the distance between heaven and earth was constantly compressing and shrinking, and the Lang Lang Qiankun above his head was constantly overwhelmed, and his heart was inexplicably oppressed, and he also felt a sense of fear.

Among them, as the most serious force to withstand such oppression, it naturally belongs to the sword cultivator Xu Wei.

Xu Wei had a hideous look on his face, and his legs trembled, so that he fell directly to his knees on the ground.

The silent wail in the mouth was especially tragic.

It seems like a long, long time, but in fact, it is just a moment.

Xu Wei was already lying on the ground with his limbs wide open, face down.

It can only be regarded as a rudimentary kendo that has been polished, and it is shattered inch by inch, and it is useless to accumulate sword intent for nearly two hundred years before.

Huang Jiulong's face was still smiling indifferently, and he turned around and walked towards his only disciple, Cui Puyang.

Every time you take a foothold, the distance between heaven and earth seems to be stretched out, which is difficult to measure by manpower.

The corners of his mouth were still talking to himself: "The chaotic sword intent of the whole body is forget it, and you can barely watch it, after all, the Ziyuan sword vein belongs to the partial door sword vein, you haven't entered the threshold yet, and the people outside the door can't see the scene inside the door, but you just forcibly came out of the half foot that you could barely think of as being able to step into the threshold with half a foot, and replaced it with another foot, and the original good sword was completely tossed by you to the point that the sword is not a sword, who do you think you are Xu or something?" Is it the kind of genius sword cultivation that is rare in thousands or thousands of years, is it the person who is selected between heaven and earth to cultivate the sword, the avenue fits, or is your Ziyuan lineage with the Xuandi Triple Heaven Great Perfection Realm, or even equivalent to the Xuansheng Realm Sword God? No matter how you Xu or something, you can start all over again? Unfortunately, it's not you, it's just you. ”

Huang Jiulong stopped and looked at Cui Puyang, who was standing in front of him, already looking like a little sword cultivator.

Huang Jiulong's age, or the time he lived, was nearly nine thousand years, and the rules of this god ruin in Sword City were also very strange, one thousand years to wake up, two thousand years to sleep, and two thousand years to do that day after day to wipe the sword, and then sleep again for two thousand years, wake up for a thousand years, and so on and so forth.

Today's Huang Jiulong is in the middle of the thousand years of awakening, and Huang Jiulong is even more premonitive, his own thousand years, after the age of full, I am afraid that it will fall into a long sleep, for this, Huang Jiulong has long had no feeling, lived for a long time, saw more, I think there is nothing worth it, some are just dispensable to live.

This is the reason why the gatekeeper of the ruins of the gods is called the one who paints the ground as a prison.

Therefore, a person like Huang Jiulong, who guards the gate of the god-man ruins, is the lucky chosen one, and he is also a mournful monk on the mountain.

Not in the thousands of years of sleep, especially in the last few thousand years, Huang Jiulong has not slacked off to find the next gatekeeper of Sword City, so it is not a small number of people who can barely be regarded as his apprentices of Huang Jiulong, whether it is talented or he loves it, today's Cui Puyang is not to say that he can't occupy a ranking, but he is definitely not among the top five, but there is one thing that his original unknown soldiers may end up in the world and the world, or they may have left a strong mark in a certain state, which is not comparable to a point.

That is, no matter what Huang Jiulong's preference for Cui Puyang is, he has to admit that Cui Puyang is the most suitable point that he Huang Jiulong has encountered so far.

I don't know if there is a future, but now he is the only one Cui Puyang.

Huang Jiulong looked up at himself, who he had personally chosen and was even afraid that he was his last disciple, first returned the Chengying to the other party, and then pinned his hands behind his back, two wide sleeved robes, one left and one right, "How is it, what do you understand?"

Cui Puyang first held the five-foot-long sword Chengying with both hands, especially the long sword Chengying that was half his head, and then replied very seriously: "Practice the sword well in the future." ”

It's just that I realized that the face of my own master on the other side is wrong.

The moment he opened his eyes, Cui Puyang, who had his master's unchanged face, looked at it, and it was really wrong.

So Cui Puyang hurriedly changed his words and said: "Take a good look at the sword in the future." ”