The east building of the west gate used his fingers as a sword, and a sword was pointed out, and the old man in a gold-patterned black robe was swaying, and his beard was fluttering, with a solemn expression.

Mu Linchun immediately saw that there seemed to be a sharp and incomparable sword qi passing through his body and stabbing at the red lotus golden fetus in the dantian qi sea, but what he didn't expect was that the red lotus golden fetus was solid and undamaged.

There is only one line of sword qi, but it is endless and endless. Ximen Donglou frowned, engrossed, and after a small half-column of incense that had been continued, the golden fetus in the red lotus finally cracked a gap.

Suddenly, the pores of Mu Linchun's whole body exploded instantly, and that somewhat familiar majestic energy erupted in all directions above his dantian, like ten thousand arrows, shooting out of his body. He couldn't describe what kind of pain it was, he only felt a blank in his mind, but he could clearly feel the pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and this feeling was even more unbearable than his years of illness and torture combined.

But fortunately, this pain did not last long, because Ximen Donglou's hands changed, and he shot again, pushing his palms flat towards Mu Linchun's back, and used his nearly a hundred years of skill to fight with the energy in his body, making the majestic qi that originally seemed to be a headless fly seem to have found an opponent in an instant, and suddenly gathered in one place, colliding with the internal force poured into the East Building of the West Gate.

The east floor of the West Gate was expressionless, and he didn't move, only the whole body robe hunting.

Mu Linchun's eyes were closed and he didn't move, if he looked closely, his expensive snow-white mink fur was already covered with countless tiny holes, densely packed. But his expression slowly calmed down, and only he knew best what kind of terrifying scene was happening in his body at this moment.

Above his dantian qi sea, there were two energy streams, one red and one black, fighting to the death, at first they were just colliding with each other, but later, the two energies actually turned into human forms one after another, fighting on his qi sea. And the sea water in the sea of qi is all transformed by the aura of Taixu Mountain, and the waves are undulating and surging.

Mu Linchun couldn't see the faces of the two people above the sea of qi, but he could distinguish them from the color, he knew that the red figure was the cultivation that his grandfather had sealed in his body for decades, and the black figure was condensed by the internal force of the East Building of the West Gate.

In other words, at this moment, Ximen Donglou is engaged in a battle of internal strength separated by yin and yang in Mu Linchun's body with his former friend Mu Linsen.

Mu Linchun knew that the red figure was using the martial arts of his Red Lotus Sword Sect, those swordsmanship that didn't look very strong on weekdays, but in the hands of the red figure, it was extremely powerful. He has always known that the reason why the Red Lotus Sword Sect has been in a slump since his grandfather's death is also related to the number of martial arts in his lineage, not that the martial arts of the Red Lotus Sword Sect are not good, on the contrary, it is precisely because the martial arts of their faction are too advanced that it will be extremely difficult to practice.

The Red Lotus Sword Sect's internal strength heart method is the most in the "Red Lotus Sutra", and it is this heart method that most disciples practice, but this kind of internal strength heart method is difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

The reason why the Red Lotus Sword Sect uses the name "Red Lotus" is that it is very exquisite. Just like the lotus flower in midsummer, the full pond of flowers is not gradual, but only a few flowers a day, and only half of the pond is barely opened on the 29th, but as long as this step is crossed, until the last day of the January cycle, the lotus flower in the pond is in full bloom, and the sprite is even the sky.

This is also the reason why Han Diaoyi and Li Hanyi are elders of the Red Lotus Sword Sect, but they are mediocre in the rivers and lakes, not because their talents are not enough, but because the time has not come, if they can cross the threshold of the Transformation God Realm, then the time to promote to the Tianyuan Realm will be much faster than that of people from other sects, and the realm will be more condensed. This is also the reason why Mu Linsen's realm was not as good as the West Gate East Building, but it made him look at it differently. Mu Linchun had heard his grandfather say that decades ago, he was only half a sword away from Ximen Donglou, so on the sword list, Ximen was third and he was fourth.

Ximen Donglou saw the old brother's familiar qi at this moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, but he couldn't be too distracted, just smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in his heart: Old man Mu, you can't beat me when you're alive, do you still want to get back that half of the sword when you're dead? The next moment, he was desolate in his heart.

After a while, Ximen Donglou's face was straight, his hands suddenly exerted force, and he could no longer hold anything for his lifelong cultivation, Mu Linchun saw that the black figure above his sea of qi was instantly black, as if the realm had suddenly climbed, and after more than a dozen moves, the red figure was scattered. In the end, it transformed into ethereal energy, swimming around him.

At this moment, the East Building of the West Gate suddenly drank: "Try to harness these energies and reintroduce them into the red lotus." ”

Mu Linchun woke up like a dream, and did what he said, after several failures, he was finally able to slowly control those scattered internal forces, and melted them all into the red lotus golden fetus of the dantian qi sea. At this time, Mu Linchun suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the energy that returned to the golden womb was too pure, so that the spiritual power sea under the red lotus was rapidly drying up, and he was in good spirits, and he couldn't help but open the acupoints of his whole body, and inhaled the heaven and earth yuan power aura rolling above his head into himself.

After another half a pillar of incense, Cai Lanting's complexion, which had been standing on Jiufeng Mountain, changed slightly, because he found that the mountains in the distance had turned from green to yellow, which was a phenomenon of depletion of vitality, Cai Lanting sighed and muttered to himself: "Is this right or wrong?"

At this moment, Cai Lanting suddenly heard a long howl, and when he looked at it, he saw a snow-white figure, breaking through the rolling spiritual power tornado and straight into the sky!

Mu Linchun's body hung above the sky, dozens of zhang higher than the nine thousand zhang peaks around him, the whistling sound in his mouth was still endless, his white robe was bulging, the jade crown on his head had already been shattered, and his messy black hair was dancing in the wind, like a demon descending from the sky, and his indescribable momentum was overwhelming.

Mu Linchun roared, and suddenly grabbed his empty hand towards Dongxuan Sword Pool, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Sword up!"

Then, all the disciples of the Great Xuanjian Sect who were alarmed by the sound of the long roar changed their faces drastically, because in the half-cut peak, in the famous Dongxuan Sword Pool, countless swords actually flew out of thin air, densely packed like a group of brilliant swarms, although not all of them, but there were at least tens of thousands of swords.

Everyone's scalps were tingling, and they didn't know what was going on that half of the peak, except for a few people. A girl in black clothes and white hair, she raised her eyes to the sky, and muttered to herself: "Young master, you finally don't have to live painfully and depressed......"

Ximen Feilong and Mu Youzhi beside her also widened their eyes, looking at the spectacular scene in the sky, stunned.

Ximen Feilong was shocked, and his face became a little ugly.

Still standing on the West Gate East Building on the half-section of the peak, he put his hands behind his back, looked at the sword rain in the air, and said to himself: "Do you turn into a god into Tianyuan in one fell swoop? Old man Mu, you should also be blind under the nine springs, congratulations, there is a successor." ”

Three hundred miles north of the East Xuanjian Pond, on a thousand-zhang peak not far from the Snow Dragon Valley of Kunlun Mountain, there are two figures, one white and one black, one is a young and handsome young and handsome young man, and the other is a white-haired old man, who is the master of the hidden door, Yu Linfeng, and the first master of the Snow Dragon Valley.

Both of them stood with their hands in their hands, looking at Taixu Mountain in the south, Yu Linfeng suddenly said: "Grandpa Yu, can you feel what kind of realm this is?"

The black cloth looked at the ripples of the Taixu Mountain Range that looked like a silhouette, and replied, "It's too far away to feel it, but I guess it shouldn't be lower than the Transformation God Realm." ”

After speaking, Yu Longkui retracted his gaze, looked at Yu Linfeng beside him, and asked, "Xiao Yu, is it too risky for you to do this, even if he can complete our plan, but ...... I Guanmu Linchun is a person with deep thoughts, I'm afraid it's not so easy to control, you detain his brother, if he turns against him in the future, how can this be good?"

Yu Linfeng smiled and said leisurely: "Grandpa Yu, you think too much, if your mind is not deep, then he will not be called Mu Linchun." Besides, I'm helping him, waiting for the day when he is full-fledged, it's too late to thank him, as for Qin Xuan, our good life teaching is, I think, with you as a master, he will be grateful to Snow Dragon Valley at any time. If you don't worry, I'll add another fierce medicine when I go back, and make sure that he will stand by my hidden door for the rest of his life. ”

Yu Linfeng laughed after speaking.

Yu Longkui didn't say anything more, and turned his gaze to Taixu Mountain in the south again.

At this time, Mu Linchun still stayed in the sky, laughing nonstop, in the past twenty years, he has lived too aggrieved, and now he has finally broken the cage, the tiger is out of the sheng, and the dragon is out of the abyss, otherwise he can't spit out the depression in his chest.

Around him, the tens of thousands of flying swords swirled and lingered, setting him off like a celestial, but at this moment, a white figure suddenly rose from the top of Jiufeng Mountain, and in an instant, he came to a short distance in front of Mu Linchun, he looked sideways, it was an old man in white with gray hair, it was none other than Cai Lanting, the first sword in the world.

Cai Lanting showed a trace of coldness on his face, without saying a word, a palm shot out of thin air, as if there was a rolling wave surging around Mu Linchun, the latter's expression changed slightly, he stepped on the void, and his body was ten feet taller again, but the tens of thousands of swords that he had withdrawn from the sword pool returned to the sword pool.

When Cai Lanting raised his hand, ten thousand swords returned to the sect, which made Mu Linchun suddenly sober up a lot, he reined in his qi and was about to speak, but he was coldly caught off guard Cai Lanting below had already slashed at him. This seemingly ordinary palm, but it brought up a long knife phantom of more than ten zhang, drew an arc in the air, and slashed straight at the mink Qiu boy in the air.

Mu Linchun was stunned for a moment, his body turned, he had changed his position in a moment, and he reached out to the sword pool again and grabbed it, and a long sword flew into his hand in the blink of an eye.

Mu Linchun rarely held a sword before, but at the moment with a sword in his hand, he didn't feel strange at all, he was familiar with the arsenal of his family since he was a child, and he knew the swordsmanship of this sect well, although he couldn't practice, but he had practiced in his mind countless times, he had tried to imagine that if he was cured of a serious illness one day, he would definitely be able to become a martial arts master.

And the fact is also the case, now that he has not only recovered from his illness, but also successfully inherited his grandfather's skills for nearly fifty years, he is naturally high-spirited and excited, he also wants to see that he can hold up a few rounds in the hands of the first knife in the world, thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised a touch of arc.

A sword stabbed at the second person in the world.