Tianhai Continent advocates cultivation, three thousand avenues, and a hundred flowers bloom.

Like today.

The most mainstream and magnificent great religion is undoubtedly the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism.

When it comes to the largest base and the lowest threshold, that is the strong martial artist led by Emperor Wu City.

If you talk about the most desirable and lethal power, there is no doubt that it is the sword cultivation line represented by the Northern Sword Pavilion.

But in the Eastern Shengzhou, in addition to the prosperity of Taoism, there is also a kind of cultivator who is the most feared.

That is the sword cultivation of Dao Kuilin.

The Cold Cloud Sect is a line stronger than the Sword Kui Lin.

But there is a saying in the cultivation world that it is better to provoke the Taoist immortals of the Hanyun Sect than to provoke the swordsmen of Dao Kuilin, which naturally explains something.

The swordsman uses a knife, giving the impression of being domineering and tough, and more importantly.... They don't want to die.

Every powerful sword cultivator against the enemy will put his life and death aside and use the most powerful and fierce sword technique.

They don't know how to keep their hands, and they don't know how to keep them, and they have only one purpose, and that is to end the lives of their opponents.

Of course, no one wants to deliberately have a holiday with such a madman.

Dao Kuilin's female sword saint Zizhu is the madman among the madmen.

In the cultivation world, even if it is the major repair of the Seven Holy Lands, he can ignore the sword Kuilin, but he also has a lot of respect for this female sword saint.

There are many rumors about her, but one of them is the most convincing.

She had been to the Endless Demon Realm, then to the Eternal Wilderness, and then managed to come back alive.

This already says a lot.

As for ordinary cultivators, they respect her like a god, where did the four characters of the female sword saint come from.

.....

Thousands of miles away from the East Shengzhou, there is a mountain covered by haze, there is a bamboo forest between the mountains, and the roots of the bamboo are as thick as two people hugging each other, towering into the clouds.

It is close to heat stroke, but this vast bamboo forest is unusually cold, and the cold wind is like a knife, whirring.

At this time, there were countless disciples resting and training in it, and occasionally a breeze blew up the clouds and mist around them, revealing those broken knives that were stuck upside down in the ground all over the mountains.

There is a bamboo house between the cliffs of a hundred meters above the bamboo forest, which is calm as usual all the year round, and occasionally there are disciples who glance at it, and there is a sense of admiration in their eyes that cannot be concealed.

It's just that with the previous earth-shattering sword, the sword qi slashed through the sea of clouds, and countless disciples looked up, their faces full of shock and puzzlement.

The Great Elder Zizhu has not been out of the mountain for many years, why did he suddenly take out a knife today, and where did this knife go?

....

Next to the bamboo forest.

A girl with quiet eyebrows and eyes stretched out her right hand on her forehead, tiptoeing into the distance, very playful.

The only thing that was a little incongruous was that she was carrying a giant blade the height of the two of them.

The knife disappeared from the air, and the girl turned her head to look at the bamboo house again.

In the middle of the bamboo hut sat a tall figure with a tall back, which could only be vaguely identified as a woman.

The girl tilted her head slightly, a little nervous and asked, "Master?"

After so many years, except for a few well-known overhauls in the cultivation world, her master, who had already mastered the sword technique, had never made another sword.

What's more, she can clearly feel that the current master is not in a very good mood, or even very bad.

The girl can be sure that even if she lost the last fight, her master has never been so unhappy.

"One day died. ”

A voice without the slightest emotion came from the bamboo house,

The girl was startled and asked, "Who has such courage?"

The wooden door of the bamboo house was slowly pushed open, and the tall woman finally walked out.

The face of this female sword saint admired by the world is very ordinary, even a little ugly.

But what is surprising is that her temperament is very special, like mountains and rivers, so majestic that people can ignore her appearance and even her gender, and feel awe and fear.

"I don't know, the realm is not high, and the means are a little weird. ”

The tall woman looked at her and said with a blank face.

"Master's Day mourns. ”

The girl bowed her head slightly, but she didn't feel much in her heart, she didn't like that person in the first place.

It's just that after suppressing the shock in her heart, the simple-minded girl immediately felt a little pity.

Have mercy on the guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead.

Different from the gossip and rumors that circulate outside the world, the girl knows that the master gave the streamer mirror to Zhang Yitian, naturally not because Zhang Yitian is a little white face raised by the female sword saint Zizhu, because this statement is simply a big joke in the world.

What is the truth?

It can only be because Zhang Yitian is her master, that is, the biological son of the world's so-called women's sword saint Zizhu.

This fact is very cliché, but it is also very real, and even when she first learned about it, she was shocked and did not react.

"Zhang Tiannan is indeed a waste, I would have taken a fancy to him at the beginning. ”

"The man with a sword seems to have a bit of a trick. ”

"That's it, cut off the worldly marriage and die together, do you think?"

Zizhu asked.

Her questioning was casual, calm, and even unforgiving.

Logically speaking, cultivators pay attention to being too forgetful, and the higher their state of mind, the lighter they will be about worldly concerns, and a great cultivator like Zizhu is naturally even more so, which is nothing.

But the girl lowered her head, but she did not dare to speak.

Because the master has never been a man of many words, perhaps in the past few years he has not said as much as he has said at this moment today.

The girl's compassion is even heavier, and she wants to kill her master's own son, isn't this looking for death?

....

Half ringing.

The female sword saint looked at the sky and said, "He is not dead yet. ”

The girl was stunned, and then before she could come back to her senses, her eyes widened, and the sleeves of her clothes crossed the corners of her eyes.

The girl raised her head in confusion, and then saw her master gently wave her sleeves again.

He's not dead yet.

Therefore, two sleeves means two knives.

"Ahh

This time, the girl could no longer conceal her mouth and exclaimed.

When the Three Realms Saint of Yaochi came, his own master made three swords.

But with three knives, the winner has been divided.

....

Thousands of miles away.

Waves of air blow high in the sky.

There was only a wreck left on the high platform in the sky of Ruyang City, and countless shivering people hid in the corners and wept.

At the top of the round platform, Lu Shen poured the ancient sword Yunsheng upside down on the floor tiles and stood proudly.

It's just that the only difference is that Lu Shen's right hand on the hilt of the sword is trembling slightly, and a mouthful of blood is spilling out from the corner of his mouth.

Above the sky before, everyone's impression only stayed at the arc-shaped sword qi that came from thousands of miles and collided with a majestic black light that came out of thin air.

After the aura exploded, hundreds of people turned on their backs and fell to the ground, in a mess.

It's just that I haven't had time to react yet.

Two more thunderbolts blew down, and the entire sky above Ruyang City was shrouded in twilight.

Black clouds are overpowering, and wind and thunder are coming.

Lu Shen silently saw this scene, and raised the sword back in his hand with his backhand.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Go on." ”