The Chengtian Sword Platform is still some distance away from the Forging Hall, and after the disciples of the Forging Hall gathered, Zhan Lu raised the banner sword, and a delicate sword boat appeared at the feet of everyone. With a roar, the sword boat had already carried everyone up to the sky.

While walking in the wind, Changning listened to Tao Ran and a group of senior brothers talk about the grand occasion of the world in previous years. What is the fastest genius in Fengyunmen to enter the realm was shot down into the sky by a disciple of the same level of the sword mound with a sword, the little mute who was trained by the old blind man in Tianxin Pavilion as a successor almost betrayed the sect and worshiped the sword mound after the theory of the world, the secret son of the Blood Spirit Sect tried to assassinate the sect master of the sword mound, but he was so stupid that he used the sword as a murder weapon, and finally even the person with the sword was nailed to the bottom of the big river in front of the door and so on. There was even an ancestor of the fierce brother who beat half of the people and abducted the holy daughter of the family, and the people couldn't stop him, so the sect master made a move, and the sect master shot it, and a sword scabbard slapped the two people tens of thousands of miles away, and the fierce brother shouted "Xie Sect Master is complete" while flying. Many years later, the only son of the two stirred up a lot of turmoil on the rivers and lakes, and finally worshiped the sword mound again.

"By the way, it's still a forging hall. A senior brother in front of him turned his face and added a sentence shyly.

Of course, there are also tragedies of the fall of close friends and the death of brothers.

The Blood Sect Ancestor who suppressed half of the righteous path back then was still a nameless loose cultivator when he was young. But on the sword platform in the world, he killed seven of the best disciples of the sword mound in a row, almost killing the sword mound inheritance, and then laughed and left.

Since then, the world has fallen into a blood-colored darkness.

"I hope there won't be another genius who has gone astray. Vigu sighed.

"Yes, there are still elders in the torture mound who have experienced it back then. Even though it is close to sitting, but that kind of coercion, as long as you look at it, your soul will be chopped up. It was such a ruthless person, and the Blood Sect Ancestor didn't even feel interested in killing them back then. It's hard to imagine how wonderful the Sword Shrine would be if those predecessors who fell that year were still alive. A senior brother sighed.

Changning couldn't understand that this shameful past was not buried in the dust, but just left it outside for others to talk about. Tao Ran saw his confusion and said, "Shame is shame when it is buried." Taking it out for people to see is uncomfortable, just like a whip whipping behind the back, so that the younger disciples have the motivation to keep improving. He turned around and pressed Changning's shoulder: "The momentary battle of will is all vain. The big river runs thousands of miles to see the sea, and we can only climb higher and go farther on the top of the mountain, so that people can listen to what we speak, and only then can we be convinced, and only then can we double the humiliation we suffered when we were young. ”

Changning didn't have a similar experience, and he didn't really understand the weight hidden behind Tao Ran's words. But that didn't stop him from hearing the indescribable stoicism in it. This is not contrary to the sword intent that the sword mound reveres, but it is this kind of resilience that has supported the sword mound to get to this point - it doesn't matter if the sword is not hit, it is back sheathed, momentum, and then stabbed.

"However, no matter how strong the Blood Ancestor is, in the end, he was still crushed by my Sword Shrine predecessor, and he has been at the bottom of the blood pool all his life, and he has never been able to come out again. Seeing that the sword platform was in sight, Tao Ran's sigh had been dispelled, and turned into a sky-high determination.

When the Blood Ancestor became famous for his seven killings, the Sword Shrine disciple who wanted to stab his Dao Seed was still nameless, just like when the Blood Ancestor was young, he didn't see it at all. After many years of forbearance, this Sword Shrine disciple finally lost his shame at the last moment and when the Blood Ancestor's Blood Flame was at its peak.

He didn't kill the Blood Ancestor.

But this is more terrifying than the killer.

When he left, the happy laughter shook away the blood cloud that had accumulated on the Blood Sect for thousands of years, so that the Blood Sect was exposed to the world and no longer had any secrets.

In that year, no one dared to draw a sword in the sword platform.

"And then what about the senior?"

"I went back to the sword mound and continued to practice the sword. Later, it became a teaching, teaching people to practice swords. ”

"That's it?"

"That's it. ”

Tao Ran turned his head and smiled.

Changning felt that the sunlight was a little dazzling.

He narrowed his eyes.

The sword platform is already in front of you.

Those sects and cultivators who came to challenge looked at this group of Sword Shrine disciples with scrutiny or provocation.

An aura of fear and hostility collided unabashedly.

Then the sword intent rose in all directions, condensed into one in the sword platform, and smashed the last cloud floating in the sky.

The Sword Shrine Sect Master Xi Wuya sat on the nine-story platform at one end of the Sword Shrine, with his back against the Sword Shrine's highest Luoxia Peak.

The entire sword platform seemed to be his seat, and Luoxia Peak was the towering back of the chair.

He stretched out his hand like a giant palm from the nine heavens.

The giant palm pointed at each other, and gently flicked on the sky-high sword intent condensed by the disciples of the sword shrine.

A crisp sword roar came.

Just like playing a sword and singing, the sword roar echoed among the nine hundred and ninety-nine peaks of the sword mound, stirring up countless birds, alarming countless beasts, and even the river ended, and the heavens and the earth were shaken.

On the high platform sat a group of old immortals with the highest status among the sects participating in the world theory. Whether it is the suzerain of the dominant side or the hidden elder, they are all solemn when they see this bullet.

The Lord of Nanzhou sighed: "I thought that after so many years of cultivation, there was still a time when I could catch up with the Sect Master, but now it seems that it is more and more unforgettable. ”

"The world is about to open, let them leave their sword intent on business, it's not enough. The voice was as calm as ever.