The origin of the name of the sword pool is rumored to be that the immortal fell the sword here, so it was named, no matter how the myth is uploaded in the rivers and lakes, but there is one thing that no one can deny, that is, there is a real genius out of the world.

In the early years, the Luoxian Sword Pool was stabilized by Jian Yulou, and the two sect masters of the Sword Sect, Qi Mingjie and Wang Tingliu Zeng, fought for three days and three nights, and finally won the reputation of the first sword sect in the world with Qi Mingjie's narrow victory for Jian Yulou.

Luoxinghe is different from mortals from birth, according to rumors, born with seven colors, cranes surround Luoxian Mountain for a long time and do not want to disperse, from the sky and fall a sword, the sword body carved three words: Luoxinghe.

The name of the person is the name of the sword, he drew his sword at the age of five, raised the sword at the age of seven, and by the age of eighteen, he was already the top grade in the body refining realm, and he was expected to reach the dust realm at the age of twenty.

Since birth, he has been the sect master's personal disciple, and he is also expected to have high hopes, and his fellow brothers and disciples also regard him as the best candidate to regain the reputation of the world's number one sword sect in the future, but all this is not what he wants, or he himself does not want anything. Since I can remember, I have been on the mountain, and I cycle between practicing swords and swords every day, and even my own emotions as a human being have been lightly smoothed, although the master and his uncles have treated him very well, and the master treats him as his own, but he always can't grasp the emotions that people should have, and he is not unhappy with a cold face all day long, but he doesn't know what expression to make.

Today, he was still practicing his sword as usual, and when he suddenly heard a commotion, he leaned over and asked, "What are you all doing in the mountain pass?"

"Senior Brother Luo, don't you know?"

"What do you know?"

"Today, the sword immortal is going to come to our mountain to ask for a sword, and several elders are going to breathe and prepare for the battle, to stop this famous sword immortal!"

Sword Immortal?

Luo Xinghe's heart moved, and he suddenly had a strong interest, which made him very happy, after all, this was the first time in so many years that he was interested in something unexpected about sword training.

He looked down the mountain pass and saw a man dressed in tatters, with an extremely good-looking woman, who didn't seem to have much of a fight, and greeted them with a smile.

This is the Sword Immortal? Luo Xinghe's face had a music pattern, faintly, and even he didn't notice it.

A sword aura swept across the sky, and someone flew up to the sword, looked at Yi Iris with a solemn expression, and said, "Since the sword immortal is here to beg for a sword, then you have to follow the rules of my Falling Immortal Sword Pool, and you can only choose after defeating the three elders and defeating the sect master." ”

A kite-dyed raised his head and shouted, "You come down a little, the sun is big, I can't see clearly!"

Luo Xinghe knew that this elder's name was Wang Pingchuan, and he didn't smile on weekdays, but he didn't know how many rounds he could survive under the sword immortal. He was different from those brainless cheerers who shouted that Elder Wang would win, he could see that the gap between the two was like a chasm, just like the difference between Yun Mengze and ordinary Dajiang.

Jiang Miaoyi whispered impatiently, "The sun is too big, it's a little sunny, you can fight quickly, you can still ask for tea from here, eat a bite to eat before leaving." ”

Yi Yu Ran nodded, and the sword was unsheathed, and there was no sword move to stab straight at Wang Pingchuan. The latter takes advance as retreat, and this move is enough to see the high and low.

The two of them staggered by, and a kite turned around and said, "Elder Wang, thank you for your advice, if you have no objections, I will go up the mountain." ”

Wang Pingchuan nodded with a gloomy face, and left with a sword.

"Why did you lose this!"

"yes, isn't this just a confrontation move?"

Listening to the regretful sighs of the surrounding disciples, Luo Xinghe clearly saw that the sword immortal sword was passing through his throat, as long as he didn't touch half a finger in front of him, Elder Wang would die here.

He gently grasped the hilt of Qingfeng's sword at his waist, faintly feeling indescribable, and the urge to jump in his heart to ask the sword to be dyed.

"Look! It's Sect Master Wang!"

Luo Xinghe raised his head, and the king in a purple shirt came to listen to Liu Xiao's chanting, and he was forty-five years old, and he still looked like a young man.

"Coming out of the way?" A iris ran his left hand obliquely held Beiyun, and asked with his right hand behind his back.

"What you want in this world, where can you not get it, I will go through two tricks with you to see what progress you have made this year. ”

Every year, I have to go to Luoxian Sword Pool and Sword Rain Building to ask for a sword, and this has been going back and forth for eight years, Wang Tingliu and him have made a friendship, but this kind of affection is more pure and reliable.

"Then make a move!" A kite-dyed body floated like a floating cloud, moving like thunder, and a sword cut out a curtain of layers of thunder, stabbing Wang Tingliu with the momentum of covering the sky and the sun.

The smiling man pulled out a slender ancient sword, and the name of this sword was: peace of mind.

A sword of thunder curtain exploded a brilliant light on Wang Tingliu's face, and the disciples watching the battle all subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and even forgot to cheer.

Wang Tingliu raised his sword to block the thunder curtain and easily dissolved, and the thin figure suddenly became blurred, turning into hundreds of Wang Tingliu, with different expressions, even the posture of holding the sword was different, or falling the weeping willow, or the sword pierced the sky, or the sword was flat in the chest.

It was these hundred phantoms that made moves towards a kite in a flash, and in an instant, the sword qi swept across the sky, shattering the floating clouds, and many disciples felt a pain in their eyes and did not dare to look up at it again.

"Little trick ......" A kite twisted his fingers into a decision, and with a flick of the light, it turned into a sword qi long Jiao, tearing and biting, and the momentum was terrifying.

Several kings heard the true body of the willow soar out of the air, and the sound of a pleasant sound like a clear spring in a deep valley sounded in their hands, and the seemingly weak and weak thorn was enough to destroy a city.

Yi Ran had a serious look at this time, raised his hand slightly, Luo Xinghe watched the sword on his waist fly into the air uncontrollably, and pouted helplessly, this sword fairy is really domineering.

Jianhe slammed into Wang Tingliu with a dyed mind, and the two retreated dozens of zhang before stopping, Wang Tingliu helplessly looked at the disciple looking for the sword on the ground and said, "I don't care about others, you can return the falling galaxy to its original owner." ”

Yi Ran noticed this genius boy with a great reputation very early, smiled and threw the Luo Xinghe was holding in his hand to him.

"What did you feel this time?"

"In two years, you should be able to completely control your thunder momentum. Wang listened to Liu's words with great confidence.

"It's going to take so long, how did you get to the position of sect master with such a dull talent. The unexpected cynicism of a kite was laughed off.

People who practice martial arts will inevitably have their own perception of all things in the world, which is similar to the perception of a reader who is difficult to find exactly the same, the most difficult thing between people is empathy, so the difficulty of comprehending the sword momentum of others is clear and clear, and Wang Tingliu can fully master the mastery of the sword immortal in only ten years, which can be regarded as extremely talented.

"I've never understood, why are you doing this?"

"Isn't the proud rivers and lakes of four people too boring?"

Wang listened to Liu Moran, and his admiration for him in his heart added a point, this truly pure Jianghu man wants this place he loves to be full of vitality forever.