The dusty ancient sword exuded a faint luster, but the vertical coffin was still standing there quietly, as if it had been standing for a long time, and had been washed by the endless years and became old.

Lin Yi looked over there, and what appeared in his head was a stunning woman in the Liuli Palace, dressed in white and shengxue, always frowning slightly, and occasionally a little sad.

Lin Yi still remembers that on that day, he crossed into the immortal martial arts, and happened to meet Zhao Liuli who was wandering in the mortal dust, Zhao Liuli took him to the Liuli Palace, under the white jade palace, her quiet and cold side face was more dazzling than the vast sea of stars.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is the arrogant and cold palace master of the Liuli Palace.

She is the bright moon and stars chased by countless young talents in the Xianwu Continent.

She is a peerless beauty who is a one-person city, and she is even more exciting than the women in Chi Yao Pavilion.

The world only knows that she is extremely talented and famous, but only Lin Yi knows that in her cold and arrogant figure, she is carrying a heavy mission.

It is precisely because of this that since Lin Yi climbed the mountain, in the Liuli Palace, there is an additional Mu Ne boy who is buried in various Danshu medical scrolls all day long, and there is one more Lin Yi who is desperately climbing all day long, and he has walked out of a powerful hundred clans, the crown of ancient and modern, and the nine Xuan Immortals who kowtow to Lin Jiuxuan!

At this moment, no one spoke.

They all looked at the backpack boy standing there.

Ding Daoming was bloodless, and none of the people in the Jiangnan Sword Sect dared to speak again.

With one hand, he smashed the sword of Dunqing held by the ancestor of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, looking at Jingnan, I am afraid that only a young man like him can do it.

What's more, how old is he?

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen?

With such a terrifying cultivation at such a young age, if it were a few years later, his strength would be even more unimaginable.

He Yunxiao's group of sons and brothers completely lost their temperament, and hid aside, trembling.

Zhu Shiqing's face was sluggish, and at this moment, she suddenly felt a bit of strange sadness from the young man, which made her eyes slightly red and restless.

"No way! I'm definitely stronger than you! she's mine, it's mine!"

The black-robed man held the hilt of the sword, stunned for a long time, screamed wildly, his voice was terrible, full of hideousness, and he was about to throw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, and flew forward again, and the Lin Jiuxuan in front of him, a battle, never thought that in the blink of an eye, there were three hideous female souls appeared in front of him.

The three female souls had beautiful faces, and at this moment, their eyes were staring at the black-robed man, and their eyes were more excited and happy, as if they had seen an irresistible delicacy, and in the blink of an eye, they swallowed all the black-robed people.

The ancestor of the Jiangnan Sword Sect himself only has one breath left, and his body has gone through a hundred thousand years, and the aura of death is extremely heavy, and it happens to be the nourishing thing that the female soul in this soul sacrifice scroll urgently needs.

In a moment, the black-robed man let out a miserable cry.

In the eyes of others, he only saw the ancestor of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, standing in place, constantly twisting and shaking in an extremely strange posture, and in an instant, he disappeared completely, leaving only the pitch-black robe, which fell to the ground and was empty.

Over there, Lin Yi turned around and slowly walked into the Thousand Swords Tomb.

The countless vertical and horizontal sword qi and the sword rain in the sky around him seemed to be watching the young man in the mound.

The young man walked forward slowly, and finally stood in front of the sword and looked directly at the vertical coffin in front of him.

The vertical coffin is perched in the body of an ancient tree, and there is no special pattern on the coffin, which looks a little more plain.

Lin Yi stood in front of the coffin for a long time, and then held the sword, and the ancient sword dust was gently lifted in Lin Yi's hand, and an extremely strong sword qi slammed on the coffin.

Bang!

A soft thud sounded.

The entire coffin shattered in an instant.

The rotten wood flew in mid-air, and the ancient tree behind the coffin burst into flames and burned rapidly.

And inside the coffin, only half of the broken blade remained, and the blade glowed with an ancient luster, and the hilt was not visible.

It was left alone, as if it had been waiting for many years.

Lin Yi stood in front of the broken blade for a long time.

None of the people around dared to gasp loudly, although they didn't know what Lin Jiuxuan was thinking in front of them.

"Your Sword Sect Ancestor, where is the polished stone statue? ”

After a long time, Lin Yi spoke lightly.

"In ...... In the bottom of the temple on the pinnacle. ”

Ding Daoming didn't dare to deceive, now that the ancestor of the Jiangnan Sword Sect was killed by the young man in front of him, they were not his opponents at all.

"Lead the way. ”

Lin Yi waved one hand, and the broken blade flew towards Lin Yi's palm as if he had been summoned by some kind of summoning.

At the beginning, the broken blade is a little cold, like steel that has been rotten for a long time, and the blade is even more broken, it seems that it has experienced a tragic battle, so the sword is broken here.

"Just to save half of the blade, do you spend this effort to set up this prison sword array? ”

Lin Yi frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

After speaking, he turned around.

Ding Daoming endured the pain of losing an arm and led the way with his head in front of him.

From the Thousand Sword Shrine out, all the way away.

When I walked to the sword training ground, there were already dozens of disciples of the Jiangnan Sword Sect gathered there.

"Sect Master!"

The moment they saw Ding Daoming, who had lost his right hand and arm, everyone changed color in unison.

As soon as there was movement from the Thousand Sword Tomb, they knew that something big was happening, and they were already waiting here, ready to fight at any time.

I never thought that I saw Ding Daoming and others, and they came in embarrassment.

And behind Ding Daoming, there was an extremely young teenager!

The young man's face was pale and calm, although he did not speak, but the inexplicable majesty transmitted from his body surprised everyone present.

Seeing Ding Daoming's tragic situation, they were even more excited, and someone had already pulled out the Jiangnan sword.

"Get out of the way, you are waiting here, and no one is allowed to leave or go up the mountain without my order!"

Ding Daoming snorted.

The group of people was stunned for a moment, and honestly withdrew their swords, but the eyes they looked at the young man were even more strange.

"Please excuse me, please come with me. ”

Ding Daoming turned around and nodded slightly at Lin Yi, he coughed, because of excessive blood loss, he was already extremely weak.

After he finished speaking, seeing that the young man behind him was silent, and his expression did not fluctuate, Ding Daoming had to sigh in his heart, praying that this Lin Jiuxuan would be merciful and not really kill the Jiangnan Sword Sect.

Ding Daoming walked through the crowd, and Lin also walked side by side with him.

The pride of the heavens of the Jiangnan Sword Sect around them lined up in two columns, and they were all silent, but those who had a heart could find that Ding Daoming, the sect master of the Jiangnan Sword Sect who was the best in Beijing, was deliberately or unintentionally half a position behind the young man next to him every step he took down.

On this day, the Jiangnan Sword Sect Sect was in decline.

On this day, Lin Jiuxuan stepped on Tianjian Mountain.

On this day, Lin Yi lowered his eyebrows slightly, looked at the half-cut blade in his hand, and a feeling of loneliness flashed inexplicably in his heart.

Countless eyes are focused on this, but more people understand that after today, Lin Jiuxuan's three words may shock the entire Jingnan.

Thanks to Brother Wen, time soaked in the past, ┈┾ is love ソ is 殇 ╰☆╮, the reward.

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