Cangli Realm, Canglong Southern Region.

The morning sun climbed out from the top of the great mountain, and the light scattered over the highest palace of the Ethereal Sword Pavilion.

The Ethereal Sword Pavilion ushered in a new day, and it also ushered in the last days of Wu Que staying in the Sword Pavilion.

In the outer gate law enforcement hall, the law enforcement elder's face was cold, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, and glanced at the young man in shackles under the hall.

"Wu Que, vainly trying to steal the Blue Water Divine Sword, the crime is unforgivable, and Ling Chi should be sentenced according to the law."

"Reciting your eight years of sharpening your sword at the outer gate of the Sword Pavilion, amnesty, abolish the dantian, expel the disciples, and expel the sect."

Wu Que's face was pale, his thin and emaciated body trembled slightly, and he raised his head with some anger on his face.

At the age of eight, he entered the Ethereal Sword Pavilion and found out that he had no spiritual root physique, so he could only stay in the outer gate and sharpen his sword for his disciples for eight years.

Last night, Gu Chengyu, the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall, broke into Wu Que's residence with his law enforcement disciples.

I couldn't help but say that I was taken away directly and locked up overnight in the law enforcement hall, and the trial came this morning.

The Blue Water Divine Sword is one of the magic weapons of the Outer Gate Hidden Arsenal.

The Hidden Armor Pavilion is heavily guarded, and he is considered a waste by all.

stole the Excalibur, does he Wu Que have this ability?

Isn't this talking nonsense with your eyes open?

The lice on the bald man's head clearly stole the sword of the god and there is another person, and he is just a scapegoat.

Thinking about this, Wu Que's eyes stared at the law enforcement elder Gu Chengyu.

"You stole Excalibur and made me take the blame?"

Gu Chengyu snorted coldly: "At this time, you still dare to slander the old man?" ”

Wu Que struggled and wanted to stand up, but the shackles on his body were heavy.

The fierce gaze like a beast stared at Gu Chengyu's eyes.

The cold voice seemed to come from hell, "Old horseman, if you have the chance, I want you not to die well." ”

Gu Chengyu was so frightened by that gaze that he looked away.

Picked up the list of disciples on the table, crossed out Wu Que's name, and marked small letters behind his name: No defect, theft, bad circumstances, expulsion from the sect.

He didn't dare to write Wu Que on the charge of stealing the Blue Water Divine Sword.

"Someone, execution."

The two disciples walked up and grabbed Wu Que, Gu Chengyu stretched out his index finger, and a wisp of sword qi emanated from his fingertips and pierced into Wu Que's dantian.

It hurts!

Wu Que bit his lip and didn't say anything, blood slowly came out of the corner of his mouth.

It is a waste product that cannot absorb Reiki in itself.

Originally, I was still thinking that I was in the Ethereal Sword Pavilion, working hard and complaining, and I had been sharpening my sword, hoping to get a reward one day, maybe I could still practice, maybe I could still step on the flying sword...

At this moment, all the efforts were gone, and the only hope was dashed, which was caused by Gu Chengyu.

Wu Que sat paralyzed, the anger in his heart burning, and his sides were covered with bloodshots.

"Old dog, you don't want to die!"

Elder Wu sneered: "I still have the strength to scold the old man, it seems that the sentence is a little light." ”

"There's no need to expel from the sect, throw me into the sword shrine and let him fend for himself."

Finished!

was quick to speak for a while, and completely ruined his life.

The Sword Pavilion has been abandoning the sword for thousands of years, and everyone knows the horror in it, except for the pavilion master and the elders, no one dares to enter.

"Take it down."

With Elder Gu's order, the law enforcement disciples unshackled.

One of the law enforcement disciples took him by one arm and dragged him towards the outside of the law enforcement hall.

Before he reached the gate, Wu Que saw a young man coming in at the back door of the Law Enforcement Hall.

Vaguely, Wu Que heard it.

"Master, why don't you kill him?"

"Bastard thing! Do you think it's that easy to kill? If you sentence the disciples of the sect to death, you must report to the Elder Hall, and when the time comes, you will be implicated in the matter of stealing the Blue Water Divine Sword. ”

"Wait for this kid to be thrown into the sword mound, go to the Council of Elders for the teacher, and find a way to get the Blue Water Divine Sword for you."

"Master, don't kill him..."

"What do you know, he is a waste, he has entered the sword shrine, can he live?"

Wu Que understood that the person who stole the Blue Water Divine Sword turned out to be Gu Chengyu's disciple, Liu Heng.

He was dragged away.

I don't know if it's because the injury is too serious, or because I'm angry, more and more blood is coming out of Wu's gap.

Half an hour later, Wu Que was dragged to the cliff behind the Sword Pavilion.

Thick clouds and mist shrouded the bottom of the cliff, and it was impossible to see what was going on under the cliff.

The law enforcement disciple stopped, and the tall law enforcement disciple said: "Wu Que, it's not that we are ruthless, and we can't help it, we are carrying out orders." ”

"We also know you can't steal Excalibur."

"But there is no way, in the outer gate, Elder Gu is the sky, and whatever he says is what he says."

Wu Que didn't speak, just smiled miserably.

"All we can do is end your suffering sooner rather than later."

Wu Que thought that these two law enforcement disciples were going to kill him.

Who would have thought that these two people gave Wu Que a wave of commotion.

The two disciples put Wu Que on the ground, one grasped the hand, the other lifted the foot, and at the same time, Wu Que was thrown out and his body fell down the cliff.

I don't know how deep it is under the cliff, and if you fall down, you will not be crushed to pieces, but a lump of meatloaf.

It's definitely going to die.

When he fell, Wu Que closed his eyes.

Since I was a child, I grew up eating hundreds of family foods, and my parents didn't know what they looked like.

I finally got the opportunity to join the Sword Pavilion, but I was just a waste of sharpening my sword.

After eight years of sharpening his sword, he was only framed in exchange.

"If there is an afterlife, I will definitely have the blood of this shameless person in the world splashed three steps."

"People say that the heavens are fair, when have you been fair to me?"

Resentment rose in his heart, and anger eroded his good heart.

He is no longer the weak, kind, and obedient teenager at the moment.

Suddenly, Wu Que opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and he shouted with unwillingness, "The sky is so unfair, if I am strong, the unfair sky can be destroyed." ”

In the world of cultivation, under the sky, who dares to roar the sky?

Checkmate, Wu Que roared at the sky, and the domineering aura on his body flashed away.

"Good boy, dare to shout angrily at the sky, he is worthy of being a natural tyrant."

The old man's voice sounded in Wu Que's ears, and a terrifying golden sword light flew out of the abyss.

The sword light broke through the mist, wrapped Wu Que's body, and fell into the abyss sword mound.

Wu Que was shocked, although he was a waste and could not cultivate, he knew a lot about the knowledge of cultivation.

Sword qi is the same as sword qi, it can kill, but when will it be able to save people?

Under the cliff is the sword mound, the sword mound has countless remnants of swords, and the residual murderous aura is emanated, condensed together to envelop the sword mound at the bottom of the valley.

The sword qi easily broke through the murderous aura and brought Wu Que into the valley.

When he was about to reach the bottom of the valley, the sword qi wrapped Wu Que and flew into the narrow cave on the cliff wall.

The sword qi dissipated, Wu Que fell to the ground, and he was cross-legged in front of him, like an old beggar.

The old man's snow-white hair hung down, enveloping his whole body, and his body was dry, like a dead corpse.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life."

Wu Que knelt directly, and for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, this feeling is the most beautiful and happiest in the world.

"You kid is a poor man, too!"

The old man's lips didn't move, but he made a sound.

"Young people! Was you bullied by those sanctimonious guys in the Sword Pavilion? ”

Wu Que said: "I was framed." ”

Speaking of framing, Wu Que's fists clenched tightly, if you survive, you will have a chance to take revenge, Gu Chengyu, Liu Heng, you will die.

The longing gaze fell on the old man, and Wu Que fell to the ground.

"Ask my seniors to teach me to cultivate."

The old man smiled: "Your dantian is broken, unless the legendary immortal appears, it can be repaired, you know, the dantian is broken, and there is no chance to embark on the road of cultivating immortals." ”

Wu Que's face was pale, how could he not know that the dantian was broken, and he was in the law with Xiuzhen.

"Fortunately, you met the old man, the old man doesn't like ink, wants to become stronger, kneels to the old man three times, promise me one thing, call the master, and the old man's ability will be passed on to you."

Just when Wu Que was decadent, the old man's voice sounded.

Wu Que was stunned for a moment, and he was smart and immediately kowtowed nine times in a row and lay on the ground: "Wu Que bows to the master." ”

The old man smiled happily, "Ordinary people really can't step into the avenue after the dantian is broken, but you are different, you are naturally domineering, you can take another road, but what this road is like, no one knows." ”

"The old man's cultivation is a tyrant sword, quenching the bones with the sword intent, refining the body with the sword qi, without the need for dantian qi and spiritual power, but also on the road of the strong."

"The old man accepted you as a disciple today, and he hopes that you will avenge the old man and slaughter Li Qingtian, the ancestor of the Sword Pavilion."

The withered body moved, and the terrifying sword aura enveloped Wu Que.

"The old man's time is short, and your arrival may be fate in the dark."

"The old man will help you open your bones and understand the intent of the sword."

The knife intent is cold, furious, and when it enters the body, it is as painful as a thousand knives scraping bones.

Wu Que gritted his teeth and silently endured the pain.

The old man nodded, his cloudy old eyes were dim, staring at Wu Que, very satisfied: "Good heart, your tyrant is already on the verge of opening, comprehend your own sword intent, and the tyrant will open naturally." ”

After speaking, the old man's breath shrank, his dry body trembled, he was a person who ran out of oil, and the knife intent in his body had been hanging his life, and at this time, he was on the verge of death.

The old man's cold knife intent washed every bone of Wu Que's body over and over again, Wu Que was sweating profusely, and the thin clothes on his body had already been wet with sweat.

After an hour of tempering, as the sword intent decreased, a faint golden light appeared in Wu Que's bone body, and the domineering spirit of contempt for heaven and earth also emanated from the bone body, and the pain of the sword intent entering the body was gradually weakening.

The tyrant was in a half-open state, and at this moment, Wu Que felt that there was some sadness and loneliness in the cold sword intent, "Is this the sword intent of the master?" ”

Wu Que subconsciously wanted to fuse the sword intent.

"There are thousands of knife intents, it's not the knife intent that chooses people, it's you who choose the knife intent." A loud shout sounded in his head, it was Shizun who was helping himself.

"You have your will, and the master's sword intent is just to help you comprehend the sword intent and help you condense the sword intent."

Wu Que took a breath, calmed down, and didn't care about the cold sadness.

"My sword intent?"

"If I had a knife, what would I do?"