There will be a special way for the main hall masters of the major temples to communicate with each other, and what Lu Boya received at this time was an emergency signal that was rare in a hundred years, but the strange thing was that the information over there did not mean a hundred thousand urgent, but a little surprised and happy.

It has been a few days since he became the hall master, Lu Boya is flying slowly with his flying sword, looking at Ma Yang, who was being grabbed by his seven apprentices beside him, who was stepping on the sword at this time, his face full of surprise.

Once upon a time, I was also full of yearning for this world, and I was still a vigorous teenager at that time.

When he was in school, Lu Boya liked to read novels, especially martial arts novels, and was very yearning for the fairy world described in them.

"Lu Boya! I don't have a good class, and I read those useless novels! Get the hell out of here! The stern teacher in the classroom reached out and pulled out Lu Boya, who was watching with relish.

"If you don't go up, you won't be on it, it's better to go back and practice swords." Lu Boya stood outside for a few minutes, then simply slipped out and secretly climbed over the wall to go home.

His home is on the edge of the town, although there is a farm, but his parents work outside all the year round, and the person who takes care of the farm is just an old man who is old and does not want to retire. In the large courtyard of the threshing floor, there were more than a dozen scarecrows tied with straw, and the long sword was forged by the old man who went to the blacksmith shop in the town to forge it from the old lame man who had been making farm tools all year round.

When Lu Boya returned home, he practiced with the scarecrows according to the swordsmanship in martial arts novels.

"Boy, do you want to really become a swordsman?" When I slipped back from school, I had just walked into the yard and took out my iron sword, and found a peasant-like man in the corner, sitting on a haystack and eating turnips.

"Is it the kind of swordsman who comes and goes like the wind and seals his throat with a sword?" Lu Boya's eyes brightened.

"Exactly." The farmer ate the radish in his hand, pulled out a piece of wheat stalk and slashed it down in front of him, and the scarecrow in front of him broke his waist into two!

"I'm here, I'm here! Just use a wheat straw to be so powerful? Lu Boya's jaw couldn't close in surprise.

He didn't know that he had been gone for twenty years, and he had really become a famous swordsman in these twenty years.

The farmer brought him into the current Sword God Temple, Lu Boya had never seen these mysterious decorations, the quaint patterns and the murals on the walls depicted many scenes that were incomprehensible but full of magical colors.

"The sword comes from the dantian, and it needs to be wielded with a killing aura, since ancient times, qi is indispensable for swordsmen who find vitality in duels, do you understand?" For ten years, Lu Boya has not gone out of this Sword God Temple, and what he does every day is to practice swords in the courtyard.

The way of practicing the sword here is completely different from that in the novel, the long sword is much lighter than his own iron sword, because of the forging intention, the sword body has a naturally formed sword pattern, and the sword given by the farmer to the apprentices is like this.

What really made me understand the rivers and lakes was the first time I entered the extraterritorial battlefield after ten years, this strange land, exuding a disgusting aura everywhere, oozing green and purple inexplicable gas, from time to time from under the uneven ground, and the opponents encountered were much more bizarre than in the novel.

There are also the other three junior brothers, all of whom are farmers looking for good seedlings with sword bones everywhere, but the most ordinary one is Lu Boya. This disciple, who seemed to be a bit creacherous, became the farmer's most proud disciple in the past ten years after coming here.

However, the harsh environment of the extraterritorial battlefield far exceeded the expectations of several disciples, and they encountered difficult ghosts on the periphery, and ordinary weapons could not hurt them at all.

"The sword cuts the body, and the heart cuts the soul." Just when Lu Boya was in a dilemma, the farmer's voice came to his ears, and he immediately understood, holding his breath and quietly staring at the ghosts around him, the long sword came out with a foot-long sword gang, and slashed at the ghosts floating in front of him.

The generation of these ghost bodies is caused by these life forms that died on the battlefield, and their remaining soul bodies rely on resentment as the core, condensed into this kind of disembodied life bodies, and their attack methods are very simple, they are all aimed at the souls of living bodies, once they destroy their souls, they will become fools at the very least, and they will go on in a mess.

Without a body, their desire for fresh vitality has exceeded the scope of their simple thinking, and when Lu Boya's brothers entered, they were immediately surrounded by ghosts that existed on the periphery.

With the sword that emerged from the long sword in Lu Boya's hand, the ghost was defeated after slashing at the ghost, and soon dispersed the besieged ghosts, but in just a few minutes, the senior brother was injured, and the deeper he went, the more powerful the evil creatures that existed, and according to legend, in the deepest part, there were complete warriors, those who showed their might in ancient wars, although their own souls have long been worn out in the years, but the flesh gave birth to new wisdom.

"Boya, this is a spirit corpse! These should be in the deepest part, how did he get out! "What the farmer asked them to bring back was a plant called Trifolium that existed on the edge of the deepest part of the battlefield, and this plant had no effect, and its only characteristic was that it only grew on the edge of the deepest part.

The spirit corpse in front of him was wearing torn ancient armor, holding a broken blade in his hand, only one arm, and the place of the other arm was empty, and the smell of rancid smell made several people clench their noses from a long distance.

"Be careful!" The broken blade of the spirit corpse had the power of decay, colliding with the long swords of several people, and each time it would corrode part of the sword body, but only Lu Boya's sword was unscathed, and the wisp of sword gang became more condensed after several collisions.

The farmer was in the sky, looking at the disciples with a gloomy face, if he didn't make a move, it was only a matter of time before the spirit corpse would solve them, although those long swords were made of special materials, but the corrosive aura of the spirit corpse would soon destroy the long sword.

"Click! Yes! "Finally, someone's long sword broke, and was cut off from the head by the broken blade of the spirit corpse, and the blood flowing out rushed to the spirit corpse, and was blessed with fresh blood, and there were actually two points of spiritual light in the empty eyes of the spirit corpse, which was a sign of evolution to a higher level.

"Blood...... Need to ......" The spirit corpse adhered to the bloodshot mouth, and actually spat out human words, looking like a spiritual enlightenment.

Lu Boya currently only has the ability to protect himself, and the spirit corpse obviously felt that Jian Gang was not easy to deal with, so he turned to attack the other two more fiercely.

After the broken blade was completed by the green light, only two knives cut down the two people in a panic, the farmer frowned, although he could save him, but he hadn't even practiced a sword gang for ten years, and it was useless to save it, and there was still a doll still insisting at the moment, and the farmer thought in his heart that if it wasn't for that incident, he wouldn't have to bother so much to find a disciple.

Seeing that all the senior brothers around him were killed by the spirit corpse, and their blood became the energy of the spirit corpse, the light in his eyes became a little stronger, and he confronted Lu Boya face to face.

"The sword comes from the dantian, the sword comes from the dantian, the sword comes from the dantian." In a hurry, Lu Boya became more calm, and his face sank like water.

The spirit corpse moved, the broken blade appeared in front of him instantly, the long sword made an upward gesture and barely blocked the huge force of the spirit corpse upward, his legs sank and his right hand pressed the sword body, and he used all his strength to block the spirit corpse, and a sword stabbed out and was dodged by the spirit corpse turning its head, but I didn't expect Lu Boya to smile slightly, and the three-foot sword was pulled back, cutting off half of the head of the spirit corpse.

"Whew!!" The spirit corpse let out a roar of pain, and from the belly that had already burst, filthy blood burst out onto Lu Boya's body, this filth had the effect of blocking his mind, and Lu Boya fell into complete darkness in an instant.

"Born from the heart, my heart is a sword!" A little sword light lit up from the dantian, breaking the darkness from the inside out, and the moment he opened his eyes, the blade of the spirit corpse had already come between his eyes, and the sky-high sword light shrouded this piece of heaven and earth, and from a distance, a powerful energy pillar burst out from the extraterritorial battlefield, and even the farmer was pierced by the light.

A few days later, the door of the Sword God Temple was opened, and a young man dressed in the white clothes of the hall master held a broom and began to build the square in front of the temple gate.

The farmer left, and because of a last resort, the Sword God Hall Master handed it over to Lu Boya.

When Lu Boya saw the hall masters of the other sixteen halls, a voice of opposition came from the hall.

"He's too young, and the level is not enough at all, it's far worse than you were back then, if you want me to see this Sword God Temple, close the door, and wait for you to come back and open it."

"I knew that this matter would not work, old farmer, you were in too much of a hurry, how could you casually find a disciple?"

"I believe in it, I can vouch for it." The farmer said in a deep voice. That matter had to be done by all the hall masters, and the Sword God Temple, which was already sparse in number, withered in this generation, and all died in the battle outside, leaving only the farmer.

This kind of meeting made Lu Boya very uncomfortable, and his anger was uncontrollable from the dantian, so he pulled out his long sword, and glared angrily at all the hall masters present in front of him, Jian Gang was beating uneasily, as if he knew the master's mood at this time, with the swing of the long sword, a bright sword swept through everyone, and this attack actually locked everyone.

"Well comed, guts." The old man's big sleeves rose in the wind and planned to block Jian Gang, but he was instantly chopped, the old man's face was a little ugly, and the sixteen hall masters shot in turn, although they didn't use all their strength because of their face, but they were beheaded by a junior with one move, and now only the laughing farmer remained.

"I didn't see the wrong person! The swordsman is at the top of his own, this kid is so bold, and now he has just proved that he is a material that can be the master of the hall. ”

Since then, Lu Boya has sat down in the position of the hall master, and later there are also his own apprentices, and they come in in different ways, Lu Boya's imperial sword flew in front, accompanied by eight apprentices on both sides, and soon came to the sky above the Assassin Sanctuary.

"With a sword coming from the west, why has Senior Brother Boya's speed slowed down a lot today?" There was a faint sound from inside the temple, the door of the temple opened, and Ma Yang had not yet stabilized his mind, but when his eyes fell on the square inside the door, his pupils constricted!