"A Thousand Bright Cold Gaze"

"Xintian Zhanlu"

"Red So"

In the huge empty valley, the lonely peak of Baizhang is majestic, but the old man in the green robe who stood outside the valley and quietly looked at the flying sword in the hands of Zong Zhen, Cai Shu and Lin Hang seemed to be out of place with the surrounding scene, and he was indescribably lonely and lonely.

Ever since he, like these people today, first entered the Sword Tower, he seemed destined to be lonely and lonely.

The flying sword he obtained in the Sword Tower was named "Mushuang".

This is a flying sword that is extremely strong and proud.

And he himself is also a strong and proud person.

He still remembered that he entered Shu Mountain at the age of twelve, and when he was thirteen years old, he had already cultivated the Great Dao directly to the fourth level.

At the age of twenty, he cultivated to the realm of drawing a sword into the body, and was the first person to enter the realm of Shushan the fastest in a hundred years.

At the age of forty, he had reached the realm of the natal sword element, and he had created one of his own sword techniques.

But just when he was high-spirited and proud of the world, he met the strongest rival in his life, Zhuo Wuxiang.

Emei is in charge of teaching, and there is no appearance.

And when he met him at that time, Zhuo Wuxiang was not yet forty years old, and he was not yet the head of Emei.

Zhuo Wuxiang's cultivation is higher than him, and the sword technique is more mysterious than him, and he finally tasted the taste of defeat, so he retreated in the Heavenly Sword Peak, and devoted himself to cultivation, in order to be able to surpass Zhuo Wuxiang, but when he realized the new sword technique and went out to find Zhuo Wuxiang, he saw that Zhuo Wuxiang had fallen in the battle of the Golden Peak.

He's there, but his opponent is gone.

He made a sword out of the pass, but he didn't expect that there would be no chance to turn defeat into victory.

And at the golden top where Zhuo Wuxiang's body fell, he also felt Zhuo Wuxiang's sword marks from Zhuo Wuxiang's sword marks, and he felt the world's sword intent.

It was that trace of residual sword intent that made him appear, if Zhuo Wuxiang was immortal, he only had himself and his sword in his heart, and he who only sought the power of the sword technique was not Zhuo Wuxiang's opponent.

So he abandoned his sword and went into hiding, enclosing himself in the Heavenly Sword Peak and guarding the sword tower.

The green robes on this body seem to have been weathered, and the old man who is a little tattered is the genius of Shushan in the past, Dugu is arrogant!

Shu Mountain has the highest seniority, and he has been guarding in Tianjian Peak for four hundred years, that is, Yu Ruochen saw him, and he had to call him the Dugu Arrogance of his uncle!

This old man who once had countless wonderful, arrogant and arrogant, his vision and cultivation were naturally supreme, he could see at a glance that the Qianming Hanning and Lin Hang that Zong Zhen found were angry because Zong Zhen laughed at Luobei, and the Chisu that he pulled out casually were all excellent flying swords, and Xin Tian Zhanlu in Cai Shu's hand was a divine weapon with a strong spirit and a righteous spirit, which could make it automatically recognize the master, which was really rare for hundreds of years.

Three excellent flying swords in a row, when hundreds of years of gas operation, can be said to be the luck of Shushan.

But at this time, the lonely old man in the green robe was sighing slightly.

Luo Bei's body was filled with the kind of perseverance that he had to control his own destiny regardless of life and death, and he was already moved.

He saw that he had taken the last step beyond the limit, and finally couldn't support Luo Bei, who had passed out, and his hand fell on the black flying sword.

It was a flying sword with a simple style, more than three feet long, and the whole body was ink-colored, even with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything special about this flying sword.

The last one Luo Bei selected, no matter how you look at it, seems to be an ordinary flying sword.

Is this the chance?

"Could it be that God just wants him to be tempered more?"

Looking at the black flying sword in Luo Bei's hand, Dugu Aojue's mind couldn't help but have such a thought.

"Huh?"

But at this moment, Dugu Aojue suddenly felt a strange aura.

The black flying sword that floated a drop of Luo Bei's blood, and was finally held by Luo Bei in the last hand that he couldn't support and passed out, flashed a trace of brilliance, and shook slightly.

"What's going on?"

At this time, not only Zong Zhen, Cai Shu and Lin Hang felt that the sword in their hands was trembling slightly, but even the thousands of flying swords on the entire Baizhang Peak were trembling slightly, and there was a sound of tinkling and clanging gold and iron.

"The soldier is born, and ten thousand swords are shaken!"

"Obviously, the quality of the sword doesn't look special, but it has an aura that makes ten thousand swords impressed, what kind of sword is this, even I don't know!"

Dugu Aojue, who was standing at the mouth of the valley, had a slightly shocked and surprised look on his face at first, but then a rare smile appeared.

"How?"

Tianhao Peak, in Luobei's room, Yu Ruochen asked Yan Jingxi, who was taking his finger away from Luobei's vein.

In this small room in Luobei, there are also the other two characters in Shushan who are extremely high in identity and cultivation, Zong Lejin and Bing Zhuyun.

These four people, the moment Luo Bei chose this sword fetus, they also felt the breath of the birth of the peerless soldier and the vibration of ten thousand swords.

Therefore, as soon as Cai Shu and Lin Hang and others took Luobei ** Tianjian Peak, they were immediately brought here.

Although Luo Bei has not woken up at this moment, his body has been finely bandaged with white gauze, and the fragrance of medicine is faintly revealed on his body, which has obviously been carefully healed.

Yan Jingyi is the most stern and arrogant character among the many division commanders in Shushan, but when he heard Yu Ruochen's words at this time, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"There is nothing unusual, it should really be the kind of physique that Uncle Feng said, with extraordinary talent and strong vitality. ”

After so many years of cultivation experience, Yan Jingyi had seen things that many people couldn't even think of, but at this moment, he had a feeling that he knew and despised.

On Tianqing Peak, Yan Jingxie, who had seen Luobei's explosive power and degree, felt that Luobei should have cultivated the rest of the magic techniques, otherwise he would have pointed directly at the second level of the Cui Xuan Technique with the Great Dao, and there was absolutely no such strength and degree. But under the thorough investigation with the true yuan, he felt that there was no other true yuan, but the vitality of Luobei was indescribably powerful.

With such a serious injury, maybe in a few days, it will be better.

The muscles and bones are so strong, and the vitality is so strong, Yan Jingxi has never seen it.

And the black flying sword that was now in Luo Bei's hand, he couldn't see the reality at all.

Looking at this black flying sword with a simple form, without any patterns, and looking like it was made of black black iron, Yan Jingxi, Yu Ruochen, and Zong Leliu's eyes all focused on Bing Zhuyun's body.

Not only did Yan Zhen not know it, but even Yu Ruochen and Zong Lezhen couldn't see anything extraordinary about this black flying sword.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Even the seat of Tianzhu Peak, the grandmaster of refining flying swords, Bing Zhuyun didn't know the black flying sword placed in Luo Bei's hand.

This is obviously not a flying sword refined by Tianzhu Peak in the past one or two hundred years.

After taking a few more looks, Bing Zhuyun grabbed the black flying sword.

"The sword is not light, it should be made of some Jin Ying. ”

Bing Zhuyun started to feel a sinking. Although this black flying sword was only more than three feet long, it seemed to weigh hundreds of catties.

"The person who originally used such a flying sword, the sword intent he cultivated must not be light and fast, but domineering. ”

Then he put the black flying sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully for a while, but Bing Zhuyun couldn't help but shake his head.

On this flying sword, there is no slightest pattern, not a single mark, this kind of flying sword looks similar to some sword tires that have not yet been refined in Tianzhu Peak.

"Look at what it's made of. ”

Bing Zhuyun subconsciously flicked the sword body with his fingers.

With the realm of Bing Zhuyun, sometimes as long as you listen to the sound, you can hear what material this sword is made of.

"It's ....!"

As soon as he flicked it, Bing Zhuyun's face changed slightly, because when he pointed it, the black long sword didn't make any sound.

After taking a deep breath, he flicked the blade of his sword harder.

The blade still didn't make any sound.

Yu Ruochen, Yan Jingxie, and Zong Leliu also changed their faces together.

This black long sword is obviously made of gold and iron, but it strikes silently, and among the three of them, there is only one flying sword in Shushan, which has such characteristics.

It's just a three-thousand-floating slaughter that is refined with dark iron and gold, but it is refined with weak water!

And now, it is the peerless divine soldiers Ziying and Qingsuo who have lost Emei in front of these three people, and the three of them will not be so discolored.

Three Thousand Floating Slaughter, in terms of the power of this flying sword itself, it is not at all the same as Zi Ying and Qing Suo.

But these three thousand floating slaughter were the first person in Shushan in the past, and they had cultivated the Broken Void Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and one was the first flying sword of Lin Fengwu of the Ten Thousand Dao Natal Sword Yuan!

Seven hundred years ago, Lin Fengwu Daoist Ruoyin died, and he has disappeared since then, one said that he could break through the Heavenly Dao and shatter the void, and the other said that his heart died and the Dao Yuan was scattered and died in the world.

This flying sword itself is not a magnificent divine weapon like Ziying and Qingsuo, but it has an aura that impresses ten thousand swords, it is not Lin Fengwu's Three Thousand Floating Slaughter, it will also be He Feijian!

Shushan flying sword, only after the body falls, will the Shushan Gate people attribute their flying sword to the sword tower. Or if you are already sure to fall, you will first return your flying sword to the sword tower.

Now that Lin Fengwu's 3,000 floating slaughter is in the sword tower for Luobei, Yu Ruochen and the others all know that most of Lin Fengwu died in the world.

Every time they thought about this before, the four of them felt that as disciples of Shushan, Lin Fengwu had made a big mistake by making the sword technique lost.

But these three thousand floating slaughters are right in front of you.

Lin Fengwu that day, but he returned to Shu Mountain and left his flying sword in the sword tower.

"Could it be that he hid the Shattered Void Ten Thousand Sword Technique in this flying sword?"

Yu Ruochen grabbed the black Three Thousand Floating Slaughter, but under the continuous urging of Zhenyuan, he sighed in disappointment.

The inside of the Three Thousand Floating Slaughter was empty, and there was no difference between it and an ordinary flying sword fetus.