Wan Jing held the sword in his hand tightly, gathered his sword qi and tried to condense his body, wanting to buy himself more time, knowing that he would not succeed, but wanted to say something about it.

The request will not be very unreasonable, it has to do with the temptation of previous promises.

"The old man doesn't want the inheritance of the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords to be broken in his hands, he doesn't want to be a sinner, he doesn't want to be buried in the sea of time with the inheritance, and he doesn't want to die. ”

"The old man has never begged anyone in his life, and now the old man wants to ask you for something. ”

Xu Baichuan's sword qi floated beside him, still speechless.

Wan Jing looked at Xu Baichuan's vigilant appearance, and nodded slightly without knowing what he thought, and sighed very much: "You are a very good junior, you can go far in the future, maybe you can become a sword immortal, and the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords will not be buried in your hands." ”

"Good. ”

Xu Baichuan said.

The reason why he came here is because of the kendo classics buried here, and the swordsman who can't seek the correct law in order to be scattered around the world and want to enter the kendo.

He lived in the Tibetan Sword Tower for three years, and there were not many cultivation methods in his mind, but those methods belonged to the Sword Sect, and they could not be passed on without permission, so the only thing he could pass down was the one he realized, but because the realm and cultivation were not enough, it could only support the entry, so he needed another cultivation method that did not belong to the Sword Sect.

It is good to hide thousands of classics in the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords.

Xu Baichuan had no reason to refuse, especially as a sword cultivator, he was even more reluctant to let the cultivation principles left by his predecessors disappear with time.

Wanjing is Wanjing, and Wanjian Valley is Wanjian Valley.

Wanjing listened to the answer, his brows furrowed, and he felt that it was not bad.

Xu Baichuan is a kendo genius, this can be reflected from the victory or defeat of the two now, practice is like this, losing is losing, winning is winning, the winner is more qualified to stand in the world and live than the loser, and hand over the Valley of Ten Thousand Swords to Xu Baichuan in the future, Wanjing rest assured.

In fact, what if you don't feel at ease?

It's all completely gone, thinking about so many things that you don't have, aren't you tired?

Wan Jing thought a lot in his mind, there was fear of death, and there were also worries about the future of Wanjian Valley, but what he wanted to know most was about the sword qi on Xu Baichuan's body.

It was the sword qi of the sword immortal, and now he wanted to know what this sword immortal was called, and he had no regrets before he died, so he asked.

"What's that sword immortal's name?"

Xu Baichuan's face was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Lin Shugui!"

This is the name of the strongest sword immortal in the world today, and it should be respected as a sword cultivator.

After all, it is a fairy figure who has carried a sword and cultivated elegance.

"Lin Shugui ......" Wan Jing muttered three times in his mouth, his expression was equally solemn.

"Good name, Sword Immortal's bearing at a glance!"

"Then, apart from this Lin Jian Immortal, is there anything else?" Wan Jing said loudly with some anticipation.

Xu Baichuan looked at Qiu Feng, remembered the kind old man who liked to sit on the edge of the cliff and watch the clouds, grinned, and said, "Of course, there is also a Yang Jianxian in the Sword Sect, whose name is Yang Yi." ”

Wan Jing nodded, and then sighed: "There are still two sword immortals in the world, and I want to come to this world to have a good life in the way of swords, but I can't see the old man." ”

Xu Baichuan said softly: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of heaven and earth, although we embark on the path of cultivation and do not need to be tormented by mortal diseases, but in the back are actually the same, we will be killed, and we will also be sick and die, you see how many peerless Tianjiao have appeared in heaven and earth in the past tens of thousands of years, which is not a saint and the like, but at most there are some names and deeds left in the back, and then there is nothing else." ”

Wan Jing smiled bitterly: "Who wants to die if they can live? Even a saint sword immortal is not exempt from vulgarity, especially if I have died once...... Alas, that's it, don't say ......"

It's a loser, so what's the difference in saying more?

Just solve the doubts.

Xu Baichuan's expression was indifferent, the autumn wind gradually became silent, staring at Wanjing, silent.

People should always be more vigilant in the world, especially before they die.

Wan Jing leaned on his sword, smiled at this, turned his head and looked around, and his eyes were full of devastation, which was far from the majestic hall in his memory.

But it's always home, and dying at home is a well-deserved death.

The wind kept blowing, and Wanjing's body became lighter and lighter, and it didn't take long for it to become almost transparent.

For some reason, Wan Jing inexplicably remembered the sword that Xu Baichuan came out, so he used all his strength to ask again: "How did you use that sword at that time?"

"It's the autumn wind. ”

Xu Baichuan did not hide this, and said these three words concisely.

"It turns out that you are the descendant of that sword immortal...... I see......"

Wanjing's last words fell, and then a sword fell.

It's the one on Wanjing.

Xu Baichuan's expression was quite strange at this time, Wan Jing had bad thoughts before, but now he has completely dissipated in heaven and earth, and he is also a sword cultivator, so it is inevitable to feel sorry for each other, and it is natural to sigh.

What's more, Wanjing should know what it is, but it doesn't matter.

Shifting his gaze to the sword falling from Wanjing, the word Guangfu came into view.

Liberation is the name of the sword.

Xu Baichuan pondered for a moment, did not move Guangfu, and after taking a deep look, he resolutely decided to turn around and leave.

Even if the Guangfu Sword trembled at this time, it didn't seem to mind making a second sword.

Xu Baichuan's knowledge is not bad. Just by looking at it, you can know that this is a fairy sword, which is not easy to compare with the autumn wind in your hand, but it is always an excellent object, and if you leave here and put it in one place casually, it will set off a bloody storm, even if it is a high-ranking saint, I am afraid that you will not be able to help but snatch it.

The allure of the fairy sword can be imagined.

Speaking from his heart, Xu Baichuan actually wants to pull it out and keep it for himself, it is difficult for Jian Xiu to refuse a fairy sword, but he already has the autumn wind in his hand, and the road ahead is also following the autumn wind.

There are many kinds of kendo in this world, there are ten thousand swords to see and return to one, the pursuit is that the more swords, the better, the highest level of cultivation is a group of sword immortals, in addition to the sword in the hand to sweep the world, three feet of sword in hand, killing immortals and destroying gods is not a problem.

Xu Baichuan has been walking with the autumn wind since the beginning of his practice, and then it can only be the autumn wind, and rashly holding another sword will make the way of the sword not pure.

What's more, the fairy sword is like a human, and it also has a temper.

It is better to leave the recovery to those who are destined.

The autumn wind was sheathed and hung on his waist, and the sword qi gradually calmed down and fell back to the previous realm, Xu Baichuan shook his head, and was about to leave to find the cultivation classics of the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, but at this time, a warm laughter sounded, listening to the tone, Xu Baichuan gradually remembered a figure, and his expression became uncertain.

"Lin Jianxian?"

"Hmm. ”

The sword qi scattered in the air turned into a human figure, it was Lin Shugui.

Xu Baichuan inhaled, a little hurried, and after hurriedly saluting, he asked curiously, "Lin Jianxian, why are you here?"

It should be a little funny about this question, Lin Shugui had a smile in his eyes: "I left you three sword qi at the beginning, and now that your sword qi has been used up, I naturally want to come over and take a look, in case you die and die, what a pity." ”

Xu Baichuan scratched his head quite embarrassed, he didn't know what to say, he was sharp-tongued on weekdays, and he liked to reason with people the most, but at this time he couldn't say anything, so he couldn't stop laughing.

Lin Shugui stepped forward and stretched out his hand, gently tapped Xu Baichuan's forehead, and said, "If the sword qi is gone, it will be gone, as long as you are alive, it is for you to save your life, and it is just right to use it." ”

After a pause, he spoke again: "I saw the swords you just saw, which is somewhat interesting, but it is not good to imitate the predecessors too much, you should have your own, you need to pay attention to this." ”

These few words are undoubtedly pointers, Lin Shugui is now recognized as the strongest sword immortal, how many sword cultivators want to see it, let alone a word of guidance, which will undoubtedly make Xu Baichuan take a lot of detours.

Xu Baichuan naturally understood the reason, nodded fiercely, and thanked Lin Jianxian for a word.

Lin Shugui is happy to point out the juniors, and he is even more willing to point out the talented juniors, there are many people who have been instructed in the past few decades, and Xu Baichuan is just one of them.

Skipping this topic, turning his gaze to the Guangfu Sword inserted on the ground, Lin Shugui stretched out his hand and made a move, and the Guangfu Sword was in his hand.

Stroking this fairy sword, Lin Shugui's eyes rarely sighed slightly, in fact, this sword immortal appeared here today to see Xu Baichuan is secondary, mainly for this light recovery sword.

It's like entering the demon domain, killing the big demon is also the time, and taking the opportunity to lay out is the master.

Of course, only this sword immortal can do this, and he doesn't take the big demon in his eyes at all.

What is so terrible is there, it's nothing more than a sword.

Lin Shugui moved his gaze to Xu Baichuan, thought for a while and said: "Now that my body is still thousands of miles away, I can't give you sword qi to save my life, you have to be careful on the next road, don't die." ”

After hearing this, Xu Baichuan patted the autumn wind and said with a smile: "There is no need to come to the sword qi again, it is enough for me to have the autumn wind, my sword cultivation does not have such a sentence, although the world is big, I only have one sword." ”

When he said this, Xu Baichuan's words solemnly revealed great confidence.

The road of sword cultivation is bumpy, when holding the sword, Xu Baichuan already has this awareness, it is nothing more than death, what is there to be afraid of, it is a big deal that he is a good man again after eighteen years, and at that time it is nothing more than walking the way of the sword again.

Maybe it was because he lived in a tavern when he was a child, or maybe he heard too many stories about the rivers and lakes from the old Taoist priest, Xu Baichuan has always had the spirit of the rivers and lakes in his heart.

Besides, sword cultivation should always believe in the long sword in his hand, instead of relying on external forces all the time, so that even if he survives, he will not be able to improve, just to survive.

Fighting in life and death, and understanding in life and death, this is the path that belongs to sword cultivation.

Lin Shugui was noncommittal, it was a good thing for young people to have confidence, and besides, how could Xu Baichuan die so easily.

After all, isn't there still Yang Yi!