"Do two things for the old man."

Dugu Sword went straight to the point, and the Wushuang Sword shook gently, playing a sword sound of slaughter.

"Senior Sword Saint is polite! Don't say two, even ten is fine! ”

"First thing, find the mud bodhisattva."

“......”

Several of the leaders were silent.

This Sword Saint senior didn't want to let them go, did he?

The mud bodhisattva god is unparalleled, and who in the martial arts doesn't want to find him to calculate a hexagram.

But over the years, he seems to have evaporated from the world, and all the major forces in the rivers and lakes are looking for him, and there is not even a shadow.

If they could find the Mud Bodhisattva, they wouldn't be here today, and they almost lost their lives!

"I'll give you a year."

Dugu Jian also knows how difficult it is to find a god who has the intention to hide.

In the original work, even the World Society spent a lot of manpower and financial resources and was difficult to find.

Dugu Jian didn't put all his hope on them, it was best to find the mud bodhisattva, but if he couldn't find it, Dugu Jian also had an alternative.

"So, what's the second thing?"

"Publicize what happened here today, old man, to revive the former glory of Wushuang City, so that everyone in the world knows the power of Sword Twenty-two!"

Dugu Jian said solemnly.

As everyone knows, the old sword master retreated in order to realize stronger sword moves.

Dugu Sword wants to add more fire, so that the reputation of Sword Twenty-two will resound throughout the rivers and lakes.

Let everyone subconsciously think that Sword Twenty-Two is the strongest swordsmanship of the Sword Master!

"It's easy, seniors, don't worry about leaving it to me!" Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do these two things well, and the old man will no longer pursue today's matter."

"Thank you seniors for not killing!"

The top ten leaders are gone.

Dugu Jian was worried about whether they would betray in the future.

The strength he just showed was definitely not weaker than the nameless who slaughtered the ten major sects back then.

Others may be a little cautious, but the few people who experienced the nameless massacre scene of that year would never dare to have any wishful thinking.

It's a pity that this body is old. ’

Dugu Jian sighed with emotion.

If this body were ten years younger, there would be no need for such calculations.

This world is the world of the drama version of "Fengyun".

Under such a worldview, Sword Twenty-Three is undoubtedly the strongest in the world.

Maybe Love in the Alluring City can compete with it, but one of the unparalleled swords that cast the Love in the Alluring City is in his own hands.

Once the sword is cast, there will be no enemies.

You don't need any management and planning, the long sword in your hand can wipe out all the enemies, more than ten years later, on the day of the shock, lift the sword and take Long Yuan directly, who can stop it!

When the time comes, not only will you be able to regain your youth, but you will also be able to live forever, tsk......

It's a pity.

This body, not to mention the day of the surprise of the ten jiazi.

Whether you can survive the plot of the first part is a question......

In this case, Sword Twenty-Three must be hidden as his own killing move, and at the critical moment, seize that glimmer of life.

'In the original book, the Juggernaut died a few years later, during the decisive battle with the Giant......"

'I'm running out of time......

Dugu Jian's biggest reliance at the moment is that, as a traverser, he knows many plots that will inevitably happen in the future.

For example, one of the four great beasts, the dragon.

No matter what kind of butterfly effect his crossing will bring to this world, the dragon sleeping in the deep sea will not be affected.

On the day of the shock, it will definitely appear.

Emperor Shakti will definitely go to slay the dragon.

You don't need to find the way to live forever, you just need to prolong your life for ten years......

Dugu Jian pondered, and a hurried footsteps approached.

This is a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slight resemblance to Dugu Fang between his eyebrows, wearing a gray and white brocade suit, wearing a famous sword at his waist, with a graceful demeanor and arrogant eyes.

He was still smiling when he came, and after seeing Dugu Jian, the whole person seemed to have seen a ghost, and suddenly froze, standing motionless at the door.

"Is it Ming'er, I haven't seen you for so many years, and I've grown a lot taller."

Dugu Jian recognized him at a glance, this is the son of Dugu Fang, the young city lord of Wushuang City, Dugu Ming.

Before the old sword saint retreated, he had some days of "special training" for Dugu Ming, but he hadn't seen him for many years, and this kid was still so afraid of himself.

"Uncle? It's—it's—"

Dugu Ming glanced at the situation in the room, and his head couldn't turn around.

The father fell to the ground unconscious, and the uncle stood here with the unequaled sword in his hand.

But Dugu Ming knew that his father and uncle had a deep brotherly relationship, and even his father's position as the city lord was given to him by the uncle back then, and even if there was a conflict between the two, they would not face each other......

"It is not your father who lies on the ground."

Dugu Jian explained, "Your father went to the Sword Sect to join in the fun, and the people stayed there, you have time to go and see him." ”

"Then this person ......"

"It's just a stand-in, and today I tried to commit the following crimes, and I will execute them."

"So he's not my father!"

Dugu Ming's face was shocked, thinking that he had been calling an imposter father, he instantly felt extremely ashamed, and he was about to kick Dugu's corpse.

"Old thing, dare to pretend to be my father!"

The kick was halfway through, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, and it didn't fall for a long time.

"He has treated you sincerely all these years, but it's a pity that he hasn't been able to pass the power level."

Dugu Jian looked at Dugu Ming and nodded, "Buried it." ”

Dugu Ming was silent, and his nose was a little sour.