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The sun is setting, the Sword Palace is shrouded in a sunset, several old people sit around a stone table drinking the blood medicine spring, which is supplied by the Western Regions War Emperor Palace, containing the essence of the elixir of life, but unfortunately after so many years, the medicinal power has long been useless for them, but it is better than nothing to nourish flesh and blood and delay aging.

In front of the Sword Palace, the two heavenly soldiers also held a bluestone jar in their hands, but unlike several old men, what the two of them drank was the strongest blood spring.

The Sword Saint and the young man had been in the Sword Palace for more than a whole day, and the rumors about the Zhutian Spear, the two of them were the last to sigh.

Born in the end of the micro, from the end of the micro, not the descendants of the strong, the most ordinary human bloodline, but in countless young and strong people to create a path, but through the tens of thousands of years no one walked the ancient road of death.

Perhaps for many royal departments, and even some of the strongest divisions, the ancient road of death is nothing, but for a young man from the border generals, it seems that one mountain after another lies in front of him, and if he wants to tear down the mountain, he has to walk in blood and fire, wandering between life and death, so that along the way, even if the two heavenly soldiers have seen the ups and downs of the world for hundreds of years, they have also given birth to all kinds of sighs.

In their opinion, there is never a shortage of powerful bloodlines in this world, but it is very rare to be able to have enough heart and mind, so both.

The cultivation of the will of the soul is never the most important in the eyes of the truly strong, the most important thing is the character and the will, which can be innate, or can be accumulated with the passage of life. Grow. But it can't be measured by cultivation. In this world, there has never been a method that can be used to strengthen the mind and mind, and even if there is, more than it will only bring destruction.

Half a jar of blood spring under the stomach, the two heavenly soldiers were slightly drunk, and the lonely peak where the Sword Palace was located was called Dao Peak, and the mountain cliffs here were steep. Ganoderma lucidum nectar hangs in the rock crevices, the grass and trees are abundant, sit in front of the knife palace, watch the sunset, the sunset is inextricably linked, the whole knife peak is shrouded, the rui is steaming, such as in the realm of gods.

Knock!

There was a sound of footsteps, calm and peaceful at first. Later, like the beating of war drums, an invisible aura of slaughter came to the face.

Boom!

The two Heavenly Soldiers were alert. As soon as he came to his senses, the sword was unsheathed, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The two stared at the mountain road in the distance, only to see that at the end of the winding mountain road, a slender and upright figure slowly emerged, rising and falling in the spiritual mist that never dispersed all day long, only a pair of eyes seemed to be the scorching sun that did not fall for nine days, in the eyes of the two, it was a little dazzling.

What people!

The two heavenly soldiers were frightened, with the cultivation of the two, the will and spirit shrouded the void outside the Sword Palace all the time, but it was not until the footsteps sounded that the two of them realized that this was not trivial, such a means, so easy to bully in front of them, for the real strong, life and death are at this snap of a finger.

Slowly approached, and when the two of them saw the faces of the person who came, they were suddenly shocked.

A young man, coming at sunset, his sword eyebrows into the sideburns, black hair flying, can be called a god like jade, pure white robes woven with silk, hunting and moving under the mountain wind.

His steps are not big, it seems to be unremarkable, but his feet are like a drum, especially those eyes, there is no divine light when you look closely, but the two heavenly soldiers see from them all over the world, and the rivers and mountains are picturesque.

"The King of Mountains and Rivers has no borders, meet the Sword Saint!"

Before anyone arrived, the voice was already rumbling, and it instantly resounded throughout the entire sword peak.

"Presumptuous!"

The two heavenly soldiers shouted at the same time, facing such a young man, even if he was hundreds of years old, he felt an invisible pressure, it was unimaginable that a young powerhouse who had been cultivating for less than a hundred years could be so strong.

The young man approached step by step, and his clear eyes seemed to have pierced through the void and fell into the Sword Palace.

The battle knives in the hands of the two heavenly soldiers rang out, and a trace of anger appeared in the eyes of both of them, this is a kind of contempt, the two have been in the sword palace for decades, during which the Heavenly General Road and the Heavenly Master Road have also gone through countless encounters, and their hands are stained with foreign blood, but it is the first time that they have been ignored like this.

Squeak –

In the expectation of the two of them, the gate of the Sword Palace slowly opened at this time, as if pushed by an invisible big hand, and a quiet and tranquil aura came to their faces.

Boom!

Putting the knife into the sheath, the two of them knew that this was the permission of the Sword Sage, and if they let go of the passage, they would naturally not stop it.

At this time, the young man stopped in front of the Sword Palace, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he looked up at the old bluestone plaque, the two ancient seal characters of the Sword Palace were clumsy and unpretentious, but they made his eyes slightly awe-inspiring, just two words, for the sword saint's sword path attainments, it can be seen.

As far as the young man knows, in the two words of the sword saint, looking at the entire Northern Wilderness, it is also a legend, and in the Western Regions of the Northern Wilderness, it is extremely brilliant.

After staring for a long time, the young man walked into the Sword Palace, the Sword Palace under the sunset seemed unusually quiet, a few spiritual trees swayed gently, several old people sat around the stone table under the tree, and the blood medicine spring was warm in the red mud furnace, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

Several old people didn't care about the arrival of the young man, they just glanced at him and ignored him.

......

Lingquan Pond.

The moment before the footsteps outside the Sword Palace sounded, Xiao Yi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was condensed, and he felt the strange oppression in the air.

At this time, in front of the Lingquan Pool, the Sword Saint who was sitting cross-legged had already opened his eyes, his eyes were peaceful, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was no need for someone to guide the way, and soon, the figure of the young man appeared in front of the Lingquan Pool, and the qi induction in the dark made him directly lock here.

"You're here. ”

The Sword Saint looked at the person who came, and his tone was gentle, but Yin Wujiang's expression became more and more condensed.

"Yin Wujiang, I've seen the Sword Saint. ”

Even if he is facing a saint, the heir from the King of Mountains and Rivers is still tall, his demeanor is peerless, and his eyes are calm, as if he can accommodate the five lakes and outline the rivers and mountains.

The Sword Saint nodded slightly, even if he was a generation of Sword Saints and had seen many young powerhouses, he had to admit that the person standing in front of him was probably one of the few young people at the peak of the Northern Wilderness Western Regions in the past hundred years, no matter what else, just this kind of heart and bearing was very accessible.

"I've seen Brother Xiao. ”

Yin Wujiang turned his gaze and landed on the Lingquan Pool, his tone was soft, and his eyes were bright, but Xiao Yi's heart instantly gave birth to a bone-chilling chill.

In just an instant, Yin Wujiang turned his head, looked at the Sword Saint again, and said with a smile: "The King of Mountains and Rivers is unfortunate, the inheritance of the ancient law has been lost for many years, and the younger generation has come to seek inheritance at the behest of the elders in the clan. ”

"Good. ”

As soon as the Sword Saint's words fell, a smile appeared on the corner of Yin Wujiang's mouth, and he gently raised his hand and slapped it towards the void in front of him.

Boom!

Sparks flew everywhere, and each spark shot like a sharp sword in all directions, piercing through the vacuum. And in the palm of Yin Wujiang's palm, a sword talisman about an inch long appeared, crystal clear and clumsy, sharp and sharp, but it shattered inch by inch in the next moment.

"It's not bad. ”

The sword saint nodded, but a pair of eyes closed at this time, Yin Wujiang's smile was even bigger, and his right hand shook continuously, what kind of palm is this, as if it has no bones, but it is as strong as divine iron, crystal like jade, and the sound of gold and iron resonating in the void is born one after another, and one after another knife runes manifest, and then shattered, and its palm is watery, condensed but not dispersed, and there is no trace of scarring.

It wasn't until the ninety-nine eighty-one sword talisman shattered, and Yin Wujiang didn't stop it, his left hand was behind him, and his right hand hung lightly, looking at the sword saint like this, although the corners of his mouth were smiling, but the spiritual world was like a storm, because at this time he was not facing a lord who opened the heavens, or even a saint, but a saint who shook the Northern Wilderness, the saint of the sword, a generation of legends.

Lingquan Pond.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged, and his gaze became more and more calm.

Airplanes!

There is a sonorous sound of swords, Yin Wujiang above his head, and the sword light in the void is like snow, intertwined into a sky net and shrouded down, the air shatters, and Yin Wujiang is surrounded by ten zhang of land, and it suddenly turns into a vacuum world.

Yin Wujiang raised his head, his right hand was raised flat, and his palm was facing up, and there was water shining, as if he could see thousands of acres of mountains and rivers, sparkling.

He slowly raised his hand, and the falling skynet became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a speck of dust, which was swallowed by the water and disappeared.

"Yes, you can take the Killing Spear with you. The Sword Saint said lightly, opening his eyes at the same time.

His eyes moved slightly, on the Lingquan Pool, Xiao Yi's heart moved, and in front of Yin Wujiang's body, a pitch-black finger bone three zhang long and full of cracks appeared out of thin air.

Yin Wujiang's eyes lit up, sensing the killing aura flowing on the phalanges, and even the breath of ancient vicissitudes, he slept for a long time, he stretched out his right hand, and the three phalanges shook lightly, and then slowly shrunk, and also turned into a speck of dust and fell into the palm of his hand.

After closing his eyes and concentrating, after a long time, Yin Wujiang exhaled lightly, opened his eyes, and saluted towards the Sword Saint: "Farewell." ”

The young man turned and left, his body was ethereal, and his three thousand black hair were like ink, and he soon disappeared into the distance.

"Do you see clearly?"

After a few breaths, the sword saint got up, he stood with his hands in his hands, the vicissitudes of life were sleeping on his young face, his eyes were slightly condensed at this moment, and he said: "One side of the mountains and rivers, hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains, the town of eight desolations and six combinations, the name of the heavens and hundreds of worlds, the laws of mountains and rivers, the world in the palm of the hand, little junior brother, if it is not necessary on the sea of unjust souls, there is no need to force it." ”

The Sword Saint did not turn around, but left directly, as a saint, how could he not see that the three young masters of the King of Mountains and Rivers had already taken a solid step on the road of the Law of Mountains and Rivers, and even walked out of his own way.

This is a real taboo character of the younger generation, because he was once in this field, the Sword Saint understands how terrible such a character is, in the opinion of the Sword Saint, Xiao Yi is still too young, the bone age is only thirty, if it is ten more years, the same age will compete, the victory or defeat is unpredictable, and what cannot be won now is the years. (Ask for a monthly ticket, Monday recommended ticket! There is also a more, a little later, sent before two o'clock in the morning, the more I write, the more I feel, ask for a monthly ticket to encourage, or ask for a ticket, not to compete for any ranking, but as a motivation to spur yourself, have a goal, and work hard to move forward.) (To be continued......)