Luojiang City.

The snow was fluttering one after another, covering the whole world with a layer of frost-white plain clothes.

And the entire Luojiang City, there are also red lanterns hanging high, and the Tang Emperor's birthday celebration affects not only Chang'an City, but also the entire Tang Dynasty. Grabbing

Many cities in the world are on this day, with lanterns and lanterns hanging high, to celebrate the birthday of the Tang Emperor.

On the main street of Luojiang City, it is even more lively, countless people walk out like a festival, the birthday of the Tang Emperor is an important annual festival in the Tang Dynasty, and the people are carnival days.

And around the bustling streets.

Turn into a long deserted alley, on this day that the whole world celebrates.

In the depths of the alley, there was a heavy sound of striking iron.

The soldering iron is crimson, and the sparks are splashing everywhere.

The old man struck for a while, and then stopped.

He turned his head to look at a piece of sword embryo iron next to him that was covered with thick smoke and dust, but saw that this piece of sword embryo iron was actually alive at this moment, and burst out with a clear sword groan.

The sound of the sword groaning seemed to cut through the entire blacksmith shop.

"The sword forged for that kid in Wen Ting, half of the sword embryo iron is left."

The old man raised his eyebrows and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

In his cloudy eyes, he stared at a petal of flying snow falling from outside the blacksmith's shop, as if he saw the picture of the year in the crystal snowflakes.

That year.

A young man who was desperate for everything, led by Cui Cheng, came to his blacksmith shop.

The young man's sword heart was defeated, all thoughts were lost, and he borrowed wine to eliminate his sorrows all day long, and his beard was unshaven, but it was full of vicissitudes.

The old man could see at a glance that this young man had lost the courage to hold the sword and the courage to swing the sword.

Cui Cheng asked the old man to forge a sword for the young man and reshape the sword heart for him.

The old man refused on the spot, because in his opinion, Wen Ting was unworthy, a person whose sword heart was defeated, a person who was disillusioned with a sword, what qualifications did he have to cast a sword for him?

Even if Cui Cheng offered a high price of 100,000 gold coins, the old man still gritted his teeth and refused.

Is he the kind of vulgar man who forges swords for money?!

He didn't want to smash his sign.

Cui Cheng left with Wen Ting.

But two or three days after leaving, Wen Ting came to him alone, and there seemed to be a little bit of broken sword intent in his eyes, like dead ashes rekindling.

Wen Ting took out an iron embryo, knelt outside the blacksmith's shop, and begged him to forge a sword for three days and three nights.

The old man would not forget what Wen Ting said, he wanted to forge a murderous sword that could devour his internal organs and his sword qi.

The old man refused again on the spot.

Although the old man knew that he was not a good person, he was a moral and bottom-line person.

And after he refused, that day.

The old man saw Xuanyuan Taihua, the woman who had devoted half of the world to her peerless elegance.

The old man agreed.

Wen Ting practiced Xuanyuan Taihua's "Feeding Sword Technique", which is a swordsmanship that costs his own life.

Only one sword is used in a lifetime, and only one person is killed with a sword.

This is not the sword of sword cultivation, but the sword is raised as a beast, and when it comes out of the cage, it is like a vicious beast that destroys the world and bites the enemy!

This sword, the old man built it for a day and a night, the palm-sized sword embryo, the more it was forged, the more blood-sucking, and the thinner it became.

Wen Ting's blood was almost gone, and the sword was only as slender as two little fingers side by side.

In the end, Wen Ting dragged his extremely weak body and walked away with this fierce thin sword.

It's just that the money for forging the sword has never been repaid.

……

The old man's thoughts returned, the money Wen Ting owed was a trivial matter, and he wouldn't remember it for too long.

Looking at the sword embryo, with a flick of his fingers, a touch of sword intent fell instantly, quieting down this restless sword embryo iron.

The old man picked up his hammer and continued to thrash and beat.

It's just that he shook his head and was full of emotion.

Today, Wen Ting's kid has raised the evil sword for ten years, and I am afraid that it will be ...... today Open your sharp minions towards his enemies!

The old man sighed, still a little puzzled.

Why bother? Ding Ding Ding

……

……

Ten years of raising swords, once out of the cage!

As soon as he came out of the cage, he was like a crazy hungry wolf, wrapped in Wen Ting's crazy beliefs.

Through the palm of the eldest prince Li Tianlin, it pierced through Li Tianlin's palm along the palm, and stabbed into the heart obliquely, and then, it was like a nightmare beginning.

The ten-year-old thin sword that Wen Ting has cultivated, a specially created thin sword, seems to be very sensitive to the smell of blood, and it specializes in the internal organs!

The constant holes wore Li Tianlin's body, and staggered the front and back of Li Tianlin's body with a puff of blood!

Golden blood poured out.

The whole world became silent at this moment, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at the picture that shocked their hearts!

Wen Ting's sword can actually burst out with such great power!

Such incredible power!

You must know that the eldest prince Li Tianlin has royal blood, his status is noble, and his strength is not weaker than some top nine grades.

And Wen Ting actually used the strength of the four-grade sword artistic conception to kill Li Tianlin.

It's like a mortal who wants to kill the gods!

What a rebellious act!

However, Huang Ying, Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others were all silent.

Such a sword may be the last splendor of Wen Ting's life, unmatched brilliance!

The most splendid moment of a sword cultivator's life!

The rain is pouring down, and it is suddenly sprinkled at this moment!

When Li Tianlin's body was brought up with fluffy blood, it seemed to be sprinkled by the torrential rain that pressed the pause button!

Crackling and pounding everything in heaven and earth.

Wen Ting was poured into a soup chicken, but when he handed out a sword, he smiled brightly.

Even this sword drained all the power in his body.

Even if this sword makes him run out of oil and turn into a mortal!

And the noble prince Li Tianlin was also drenched by the pouring rain, and the rain was mixed with golden blood, making the prince look extremely embarrassed.

Puff puff!

The sword is like a hungry wolf.

However, it hasn't stopped, it's still biting wildly, and the hole is wearing the internal organs of the eldest prince Li Tianlin!

Even if Li Tianlin's strength is extremely strong, in the face of this sword that has been raised for ten years, it is like a sword like a terrifying demon in the world.

Li Tianlin couldn't even raise any wisp of strength to resist!

He was defeated, and he was crushed.

Grabbing. He was once arrogant, but now he is like a golden python falling into a quagmire, embarrassed like a mud snake!

Wen Ting, this guy who was defeated by Kenshin and was full of despair, is actually ...... ten years later. Revenge!

Gentleman's sword, sword gentleman.

A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late!

Wen Ting, who was full of frosty hair, looked at the thin sword that went in and out between the five organs of the eldest prince Li Tianlin with a soft face, he grinned, his face was pale and terrible, and his body was empty to the extreme.

His internal organs are actually full of holes.

"The so-called royal family, but that's it."

"You Li Tianlin...... And that's it. ”

Wen Ting sat down on the ground in the torrential rain and laughed.

Comfortable.

Satisfied.

Whether this sword could kill Li Tianlin, Wen Ting didn't know, but he had done his best.

As for the power of the iron law that follows......

Wen Ting couldn't stop it, and he didn't bother to block it.

Anyway, before the iron law came, he stabbed the sword a thousand times, and his heart was happy!

My generation of sword cultivation, don't you just ask for a headache?!

"Hahahaha......"

In the rainstorm, Wen Ting laughed.

Ten years ago was still in front of his eyes.

On that rainy night, he fell like a beggar and fell into the streets, full of wine and drenched in torrential rain.

And a woman of peerless beauty came to him, leaned into his ear, let the rain freeze for her, let time pause for her.

The woman told him what his intention was to cultivate the sword.

taught him the "sword feeding technique", and gave him the opportunity to tear through the haze that shrouded his head with his own hands, and pierce through the eldest prince Li Tianlin with his own hands!

Let him have the opportunity to kill the gods with the body of a mortal!

Li Tianlin felt like he was suffering from purgatory!

He has no last resort, when has he ever suffered such a loss!

He was careless, he knew that Wen Ting was raising swords, but he never expected that Wen Ting was not raising swords, but beasts!

Lunatic!

"Monday Yuan!"

The eldest prince Li Tianlin could only shout Zhou Yuan and let Zhou Zhou Yuan help him suppress this crazy sword!

He, Li Tianlin, is a man who is destined to ascend to the throne of the Tang Dynasty, how can he die here?!

How could he be killed by a man who was defeated by Kenshin ten years ago!

As long as Zhou Zhou Yuan slightly suppressed the sword that was eating away at his vitality, he would be able to tear through the shackles and regain control of his body, and when the time came, he would crush Wen Ting little by little!

……

……

The moment when the great prince bled out.

The entire Youzhou Demon Que seemed to be moving, and there seemed to be an invisible fluctuation that shook open.

Even the cracks in the closed world began to turmoil!

An inexplicable connection spread to the ancient city of Chang'an.

The ancient temples outside Chang'an City began to ring bells, and the bells broke the dead silence and the peace of heaven and earth.

Above this ancient city, an iron law is suspended and revived.

Endless majesty and confusion enveloped Chang'an City.

White Jade Square.

The civil and military officials, the sect masters of various sects, all looked at this iron law with awe and inexplicability.

There are two in the entire Tang world that are worthy of awe.

One is the Tang Emperor.

The other is this iron law.

This is an iron law that has existed for endless years, since the birth of the Tianxia Dynasty.

The iron law has changed many masters, the Great Wei world in the Eight Dynasties, and the more ancient Great Zhou, Great Xia and other dynasties thousands of years ago!

However, many dynasties have fallen, but this iron law still exists!

The royal families of countless dynasties poured this immortal iron law with their blood!

This is the true instrument of the gods in the world!

Above the sky, Chao Xiaojian and Nanye Fire are fighting.

And the top of the imperial city, the iron law rises and falls!

The silence in the Tai Chi Palace was terrifying, and the Holy Emperor, who was high above and was known as the most powerful emperor since the major dynasties in the world, seemed to only project a deep and incomparably deep light, staring at the iron law.

Airplanes......

There was a slight tremble.

The iron law is suddenly gone!

Everywhere you go, the space collapses inch by inch!

There is no space spell that relies on any grand cultivation arrangement!

The iron law directly penetrated the space with terrifying power, disappeared in the sky above the Chang'an Imperial City, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The atmosphere was dull and terrible.

The third prince, Li Liancheng, knelt in front of the Taiji Palace, his body trembling.

Just now...... For a moment, he seemed to have discovered the iron law...... Swallow him generally!

That nightmare fear didn't give him the courage to stand.

The fifth princess was also pale, but she still couldn't stop patting the second prince who was terrified and trembling beside her!

The outside world is so scary, let's keep going.

……

……

Youzhou Demon Que inside.

Zhou Yiyuan, who was being led by several officials of Dali Temple, changed his expression slightly.

In the pouring rain, he seemed to hear the heart-wrenching roar of the eldest prince!

This made his face change drastically!

The strength of the great prince is not weak, and with the bloodline of the royal family, he can be called the top cultivator in the Tang Dynasty.

However, at this moment, such a roar is being made!

Zhou Zhou Yuan no longer paid attention to the surrounding officials of Dali Temple, and his golden armor shattered the surrounding rain, turned into a golden mang, and broke through the air.

He is no longer slow, but accelerating!

Soon, he arrived, and he saw the fourth resource station in front of the big prince Li Tianlin, who was constantly shooting blood, and was so embarrassed that he was no longer in his chest!

His body is full of holes, and his internal organs are full of sword holes!

A rapier completely stained with golden blood was coming in and out, like a crazy hungry wolf!

Biting, sucking blood!

BxwxcO. Wen Ting sat on the ground and smiled brightly.

Zhou Yuan's eyes tightened, this is ...... Wen Ting's sword?!

He had asked Wen Ting what his sword was.

And the answer to the question to him is, I am weak, but I am strong!

Now, Zhou Zhou Yuan saw Wen Ting's strength!

This is a sword raised with life!

"Presumptuous!"

Monday Yuan drank hard.

The golden armor on his body exuded endless brilliance, and as the minister of the Great Prince, he must not sit idly by and watch the Great Prince's body fall.

Once the eldest prince died.

What he did in the Demon Que of Youzhou today no longer has any meaning.

Rumble!

Grabbing. The aura on Zhou Yuan's body continued to rise, and the clouds and rain were torn apart.

巘戅 wonderful pen library mIabIK.cm 戅. The terrifying qi and blood burst out like a storm crashing on the shore!

Zhou Zhou Yuan showed his cultivation at this moment, the Eight-Rank Shattered Skyclave Realm Martial Artist!

A powerful warrior who is enough to shatter the void!

When the eldest prince Li Tianlin saw Zhou Yuan's appearance, a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

Wen Ting, who was sitting in the muddy rain, shook his head with a smile.

It's a pity.

If he can break into the eighth rank and then fall from the eighth grade, such a sword may be enough to completely kill the eldest prince Li Tianlin!

And now, after all, it's a little worse!

Monday Yuan, the shot of Takeo Eight.

Who can stop you?!

The rain is washing away.

When everyone's eyes were focused on Wen Ting, Zhou Zhou Yuan and the eldest prince.

In the crowd of people who were ignored on the side, Fang Lang was dressed in blood, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly!

Forget about him.

Fang Lang, who was holding the Lotus Sword, had a bright smile, and the spiritual thoughts were unreserved, stimulating the sword intent seeds in the dantian cyclone to pour into the Lotus Sword!

Then, Fang Lang threw up the Lotus Sword, he stretched out his hand, bent it slightly, and knocked it violently!

Bite!

A crisp sword groan overshadowed all the sounds!

The rainstorm is all stagnant.

Even the eight-rank martial artist Zhou Yuan, who was spurting qi and blood in the void, felt that the flowing qi and blood were stagnant.

Seeing Zhou Zhou Yuan appear, Li Tianlin, who showed a hideous smile, was also stunned.

Airplanes......

Shout!

The Liansheng Sword seemed to burst out with a heartbeat.

Then, it turned into a sword rainbow and rushed into the sky!

Youzhou Demon Que!

The two worlds collided and closed, and suddenly a crack was torn open by the Lotus Sword!

And after the crack, a hand was stretched out.

That's a white palm!

Spotless, skin like jade, like the hands of immortals!

This hand held the Liansheng sword.

Rumble!

At that moment, the whole world became dim!

"Little one, I heard you crying."

The faint voice, with a bit of softness, with a bit of heroism, with a bit of fireworks that do not eat the world.

Resounding in every corner of Youzhou Demon Que!

Below.

Even Fang Lang is sluggish, really, he Fang Lang just wants to arouse the sleeping will in the Liansheng Sword, I didn't think that you were so enthusiastic, and you actually tore the barriers of the world in person?!

Wen Ting also tilted his head blankly, looking at the hand stretched out behind the crack in heaven and earth.

"Xuan...... Xuanyuan ...... Taihua? ”

The murmur sounded like thunder on the ground.

Jiang Linglong also raised his head, his star-like eyes were full of brilliance, staring at the graceful shadow behind the crack.

Her body trembled with excitement.

Fang Lang...... Fang Lang actually summoned the Taihua Sword Immortal?!

It is worthy of Fang Lang who can pull out the Lotus Sword!

Jiang Linglong wanted to shout, she wanted to know what happened in the Loulan Demon Que back then!

Why did King Jiang Wu become like that after he returned?!

The eldest prince Li Tianlin felt the vitality of being constantly bitten in his body, staring at the woman who appeared in the barrier of heaven and earth, and for the first time in his golden pupils, a look of horror appeared!

Xuanyuan Taihua!

She really didn't die!

"Monday Yuan!"

"Quick!"

"Save me!"

With the roar of the great prince.

Zhou Yuan came back to his senses suddenly, his eyes tightened, and his figure instantly shot away in the direction of the eldest prince!

However......

His form had just moved.

Between the cracks of the two worlds colliding.

The female sword fairy bent her fingers and knocked on the lotus life.

Above the heavenly dome, endless light burst out, as if the sword qi turned into a silver lotus flower in an instant, brilliant and dazzling, attracting everyone's eyes.

In a flash.

Sword Qi Lotus.

The Lotus Sword pulled the brilliant white color, turning into a white thread that split the heavens and the earth in half and shot down.

Go to the Zhou Yuan!

Zhou Yiyuan, who was about to suppress Wen Ting's sword for the eldest prince, trembled!

Turning around and roaring, the eight-rank martial artist smashed out with a punch, shattering the void!

His blood is like a tide!

However!

Liansheng's sword seems to have cut through the river tide!

The Lotus Sword went straight through his Heavenly Spirit Cover, penetrated his spine, and pinned it to the ground!

The extremely powerful eight-rank martial artist, a great cultivator who is separated from the nine-rank line.

It was killed instantly.

The eldest prince stared blankly.

An inexplicable chill welled up in my heart......

He may die today!

He had no last resort, but now he ...... He felt distraught.

There were so many things out of his calculations that he felt like a fool.

Poof!

Wen Ting's sword pierced through his kidneys again, bringing up a pool of golden blood.

His blood had flowed too much, too much......

He felt life slipping by!

He...... Perhaps, really to die!

Suddenly!

Fang Lang, who was in a bloody suit, didn't know when he jumped up, and a fiery red flowing fire flying sword was trampled under his feet.

The eldest prince looked at Fang Lang blankly.

What does he want to do?

And Fang Lang grinned kindly, raised his hand and knocked.

After the flying sword of flowing fire, a magic array condensed and circled in reverse.

Then, there was a rush of speed, enveloping Fang Lang, towards the sword that was still being Wen Ting, and the great prince Li Tianlin went in and out with the fluffy blood!

After the extreme quiet, it is the extreme movement!

Fang Lang was on top of the flying sword, and his cultivation began to fall continuously!

Fang Lang, who used the borrowing card, once again performed the half-hung Wen Ting's sword feeding technique!

Wield a sword that ordinary people dare not wield!

It is not too late for ten years for the gentleman's sword to take revenge.

But Fang Lang can't wait for ten years.

He takes revenge from morning to night!

Poof!

Like a leaf of fire, it burns the grassland!

At this moment, Fang Lang handed out a sword!

The eldest prince stretched out his hand to grab Fang Lang's sword, and it was Wen Ting's sword, piercing his kidneys again.

Li Tianlin's movements froze.

The sword was clawed.

And Fang Lang's sword spilled into his neck and throat......

Bring up a puddle of golden blood.

and a stunned flying head.

PS: I drove back to my hometown for a day today, and finally I don't have to drink, and I will return to normal updates tomorrow.