Ling Yun nodded, stood on Xuan Tianzhan's side, looking at the rockery waterfall and lake in front of him, his eyes were leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This black-clothed man, like a sharp sword, revealing a sharp edge, the sword master's sky-colored man, is the Northern Moon Sword God Xuan Tianzhan, the Mizuki family's "invite" the potential realm sword master Xuan Tianzhan.

Of course, with the strength of the Mizuki family, it is impossible to really invite the martial arts master of the Momentum Realm, not to mention the identity between the two, the gap is so outrageous that the four words of the Beiyue Sword God are rushed, and the Mizuki family does not even have the qualifications to stand in front of Xuan Tianzhan.

At present, the only one who can support the scene is Shuimu Fengchen, the former patriarch who will die at any time, and the other is Jun Guming, a huge family, massive resources, monstrous power, and being able to cultivate a genius Jun Guming as a martial artist in the gathering realm, which is really against the sky.

As for inviting Xuan Tianzhan to move it, it is relatively easy, that is, Ling Yun is also a potential realm martial arts master, as long as Xuan Tianzhan knows that Ling Yun is a potential realm martial arts master, he will inevitably come for a while.

You must know that Xuan Tianzhan is a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, as early as a few years ago, it has been spread in the circle of martial arts masters, at the age of sixteen, with one sword and one person, he has defeated countless famous martial arts masters.

It is said that in the last battle, Xuan Tianzhan and the Sword Emperor competed in the way of the sword and the sword, and finally Xuan Tianzhan realized that the sword was not a sword, and a sword flattened a mountain.

You must know that the Sword Emperor is a peak master of martial arts, but in the end he was defeated by Xuan Tianzhan, since then, all forces have recognized Xuan Tianzhan as the first strong and powerful person, there is no one of them, such an amazing and brilliant person, and such an unpredictable cultivation, you can't pay attention to it.

Even ten years later, when the Beiyue Sword God is mentioned, the entire rivers and lakes are shaken, it can be said that the legend of the Beiyue Sword God is that in the eyes of all martial arts masters, Xuantian Zhan is an unshakable and invincible existence.

Ling Yun and Xuan Tianzhan looked ahead, but they never said a word, and no one knew what the two of them were looking at.

"Do you want to talk about the Tao and the sword, or do you want to talk about the sword and the Tao?" In the end, it was Ling Yun who was the first to speak, and then asked Xuantian Zhan.

When Ling Yun finished saying this, a different atmosphere overflowed, and then the surrounding onlookers felt a danger in their hearts, and they unconsciously withdrew from the surrounding 100 meters, and even how they came out, everyone didn't know why.

"Is there a difference?" As soon as this sentence fell, a sword appeared behind Xuan Tianzhan, and at the same time, a sword was suspended in front of Ling Yun, as if Xuan Tianzhan knew that Ling Yun did not have a sword, so he specially chose one, or it could be to see Ling Yun off.

"Yes"

As soon as Ling Yun spoke, the sword in front of him suddenly trembled, and with a "sonorous" sound, a sword light suddenly tore through the space, and a shocking sword momentum stirred the heavens and the earth, and then the sky suddenly sank as if it was going to rain.

"Your sword" was drunk by Lingyun's sword momentum, Xuantian Zhan's sword, gushing out a faint moonlight light, this faint light seems inconspicuous, but it gives people a feeling of extreme sharpness and coldness, as if everything in the world can't resist its edge.

"Weng Huzz"

At the same time, the Wangxi Sword emitted a crisp sword sound, so that within a radius of a hundred miles, a terrifying sword power appeared, as long as the sword was all surrendered.

"Woohoo"

But all the swords fell to the ground after being sheathed, and after flipping a few times in the air, they were inserted into the ground, and all of them bowed down in the direction of Xuan Tianzhan, and they turned out to be the Ten Thousand Swords Dynasty.

"Half-step sword intent?" At this time, Ling Yun's spirit leaped, and he seemed to see this unbelievable scene through the layers of space

"Out!" Ling Yun let out a low shout, and the sword momentum field above the clouds expanded wildly, expanding to a range of 100 miles in the blink of an eye, and forcibly inserting all the swords into the scabbard: "Seal." ”

"Repression"

Xuantian Zhan's face was expressionless, Wangxi Sword groaned, the sword qi came out of the sheath, and the sword qi soared into the sky, piercing Ling Yun's sword momentum in one fell swoop, as if the entire space was solidified, so that the Ling Yun Realm was directly suppressed so that it could not move the slightest.

"What's the difference?" For what he did, Xuan Tianzhan was not moved, just like the sky, indifferently looking down at the land, looking at the people like ants, if you are alive, you will live, if you die, you will have to die, no one dares to resist.

Rich True Yuan, amazing cultivation, and with a wave of his hand, those so-called Potential Realm Martial Arts Masters were not as good as ants, and they trembled directly under the Xuantian Zhan Sword.

Of course, this is all the result of Xuan Tianzhan's efforts, Xuan Tianzhan's childhood was not easy, and his talent was not good, it was precisely by relying on his own spirit of perseverance and hardship that he did not know how long he had been cultivating, so he had such a cultivation.

When everyone was touring the mountains and rivers, he was cultivating.

When everyone is in love, he is cultivating.

When everyone was pointing out the mountains and rivers, he was also cultivating.

When everyone was tearing up and killing in internal friction, he was still cultivating.

Xuan Tianzhan has been cultivating like this, I don't know how many years have passed, perhaps, even he can't remember it for a long time, Xuan Tianzhan has no identity, no status, no money, no beauty, he has nothing, and even before this, there has never been a record about him in the world.

How can the golden lotus be a thing in the pool, and it will turn into a dragon when it encounters a storm!

At this moment, Xuan Tianzhan in cultivation suddenly woke up, it turned out that it was time for him to reappear in the world, this world, there is no need for any gods, this rivers and lakes do not need any masters, Xuan Tianzhan shouted on behalf of all cultivators: "The era of gods has passed, my fate is up to me!" ”

"Say it first, then fight, fight first, then talk about it" Ling Yun didn't have any surprise that his sword momentum was suppressed, and he didn't rush to reverse the disadvantage, and he couldn't use mortal thoughts to judge the victory or defeat when he fell into their realm.

In ancient times, the martial arts master of the realm was the representative of slaughtering gods and destroying Buddhas, and the subtleties were immortals, and any thought of this kind of cultivation could determine victory or defeat.

"Then there is no difference" Xuan Tianzhan raised his eyebrows, and then said to himself: "The sword is a murder weapon, and the swordsmanship is a killing technique, and they all have to be beaten." ”

"There are still some" Ling Yun shook his head, did not reply to Xuan Tianzhan's words, but instead stretched out his hand in the void and lightly clicked, as if playing the piano, driving an inexplicable law: "The former let's find a place to drink tea first, and then argue about the sword, the latter first discuss the sword, and then I'll go." ”

"You are so confident" Xuan Tianzhan's state of mind had already reached the point where there were no waves in the ancient well, and he was not moved by Ling Yun's words, just listened and watched quietly, his eyes were leisurely, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Do you hear that?" Five minutes passed, Ling Yun suddenly stopped, then turned his head to see Xuan Tianzhan outside the Divine Object, and asked a very strange question.

Ling Yun actually knows Xuan Tianzhan very well, the Northern Moon Sword God, "God" and "Immortal" are not easy to fill their names in any era, because this echoes the Tao in the underworld, because these two words are a kind of law.

In the previous life, Xuan Tianzhan was still the opposite of Lingyun's learning, whether it was swordsmanship, sword theory, or everything else, it was the goal pursued by countless sword cultivators all their lives.

Therefore, Ling Yun may know more about Xuan Tianzhan's past than Xuan Tianzhan himself, and the young Xuan Tianzhan did not have any good memories, and his father often punched and kicked Xuan Tianzhan, and almost killed Xuan Tianzhan.

Xuan Tianzhan, who was only eight years old, left home and began to wander, and even in order to snatch things, he often fought with wild dogs for life and death, and even killed people for the first time in order to keep the garbage he picked up, and sold it for 100 yuan.

After this, Xuan Tianzhan carried out masochistic growth, and it was not until Xuan Tianzhan met his master that Xuan Tianzhan broke away from this life and carried out more crazy cultivation, thus embarking on the path of sword cultivation.

When he was twelve years old, in order to temper himself, Xuan Tianzhan hid from his master to kill fierce beasts, so that his fellow junior sister died tragically, so that Xuan Tianzhan, who had just received family affection and friendship, completely changed.

That night, blood stained his chest.

Xuan Tianzhan only used the iron sword in his hand to brutally kill the demonic beast, and his flesh and blood were blurred, even if it was recognized by the race of his relatives, it would be difficult to find any familiar place from the corpse.

In the end, it was Xuan Tianzhan's master who found him and brought Xuan Tianzhan back, that was the first time Xuan Tianzhan cried, and he fainted from crying, and since then, Xuan Tianzhan will not speak more than three sentences.

When he was thirteen years old, Xuan Tianzhan's master came back with another child, a child with a broken hand, and the last junior brother of Xuan Tianzhan.

"Senior brother, why am I using a wooden sword, and it's so short?" The three-and-a-half-year-old junior brother said bitterly behind Xuan Tianzhan's back.

"Senior brother, can you fly?"

"Senior brother, it is said that there is a sword immortal in the world, do you think I will become a sword immortal?"

"Senior brother, do you hate Feng'er?"

"You are too weak" was Xuan Tianzhan's first sentence after three years of getting along with his junior brother.

That night, it snowed heavily

One was crying in the firewood room, and the other was waiting in front of the firewood room

A year later

On the same night, it snowed heavily

Xuan Tianzhan personally buried the two, and Xuan Tianzhan, who was sixteen weakly crowned, picked up his master's sword "Wangxi" and left his place of upbringing, except for three graves.

Xuan Tianzhan, who was away from the mountain, still remembered that the young junior brother, standing in the corner of the sect, looked at himself with reverence, even if he didn't talk to him again, this kid always ran over: "Senior brother, you are tired." ”

"Senior brother, I also want to learn swords"

"Senior brother, I'm not weak, I'm strong, you see me catch a rabbit"

"Senior brother, the wind hurts"

"Senior Brother......

"I said, you're too weak"

After killing the enemy, Xuan Tianzhan stood in front of the grave of his master, sister, and brother, and cried for three days: "You are too weak. ”

"Hmm" Xuan Tianzhan nodded, knowing that Ling Yun had answered his first question.