At dawn, the faint morning light lifts off the light veil of the night, gently pours on all mortal things, the morning glow is shy and does not vomit, and the rain and dew are shady.

In the vestibule of the dormitory, Yun Wubei wore a plain sleeveless curly deep coat, standing quietly under the cherry tree in front of the court.

The right arm was slightly raised, the palm was facing the sky, and seven inches away from the palm, a needle-shaped sword body with a faint ink color floated in the air, reflecting the cold cold light under the morning light.

Yun Wubei closed his eyes and calmed down, and with the rise and fall of his abdomen, the long breath protruded from his nose, bringing up a long dragon. Suddenly, I didn't see any movement, and there was a sudden ink-colored brilliance in his palm, and before long, the brilliance was kneaded for a while, and another needle-shaped sword body was conjured.

I saw that at the moment when the second needle sword was formed, a light roar that seemed to be nothing came out of his palm, and the two swords and Yun Wubei circled and frolicked in front of him, rolling up the breeze slowly, and the next moment suddenly merged into one.

"It's done. ”

Yun Wu's eyes were slightly open, his five fingers were bent, and his body jumped up like a rabbit, turning into several phantoms.

The needle sword, which had swelled a full number of times, was caught in the palm of its hand at the moment it jumped up, and the end of the sword was stabbed, revealing Dao Sen Han's sword aura.

The white figure that was as elegant as a fairy whispered softly in the midst of tossing and turning.

"Taibai Miaohua came up from the sky. ”

As the words fell, the aura of the vestibule suddenly suffocated, and the sword light in the air was like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, sprinkling a rippling brilliance in the entire court, and there was a crisp sound of "Zheng Zheng" everywhere it went, like a sword storm blade.

"Spotted bamboo drizzle tears into death"

Another ethereal groan sounded, and in the rain of swords, Yun Wubei stepped on the trunk of the cherry tree, and suddenly exerted his strength, drawing a light white shadow in the air, and swept to the middle of the vestibule in an instant. With a tap of his fingertips, the sword rain seemed to be restrained by an invisible giant hand in a trance, and they lit up with dazzling fluorescent back, rolling up the petals of the cherry trees in the sky, swaying and drifting with the morning breeze.

Suddenly, a piece of cherry blossom fluttered and swayed, falling on its cyan cloud pattern shoulder, and the sword light flashed in Yun Wubei's slightly open eyes, and he opened his mouth and groaned softly. "Gold and jade are like a dragon breaking through the sea, and the clouds are turning over the wind and rolling the sky"

The ink-colored needle sword in his palm suddenly glowed brightly, flying into the sword light in the sky, turning the clouds and rain, and in the blink of an eye, it converged into a golden giant long sword in the air, imprinting the huge vestibule with golden brilliance.

At this time, the word "long sky" had just fallen, and Yun Wubei's mana was greatly vibrating, and he swung his arm towards the golden giant sword. The giant sword seemed to be helped, with a piercing sound of air explosion, and smashed forward, only to shoot more than ten zhang, and the speed was sharply reduced.

"Sure enough, there was still a lack of fire. ”

Yun Wubei sighed secretly, waved his sleeve and shot out a mana, and the sword light that had suddenly reduced its speed suddenly turned sharply, piercing the sky. After a few breaths, a dazzling golden light erupted from the sky above the dormitory, accompanied by a deafening roar, and scattered in all directions.

After a long time, Yun Wubei stopped his body, stood in front of the court, and said secretly.

This Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword is really extraordinary.

Eighteen sword strokes, the swords are abundant and dazzling, and the incisive is exquisite. With the mana of Yun Wubei's peak in the early stage of foundation building at this time, he can use the first four styles. But just these four sword moves combined with the ink-colored needle sword in the sea of knowledge have great power.

If the black-robed man was here that day, he could be slashed under the sword with only these four sword moves.

Now the first three types of sword moves Yun Wubei has made the furnace perfect, but these three types of sword moves are used for the fourth type of gathering momentum, whenever Yun Wubei uses this fourth style, there is always a sense of power, a sword swing, and then there is no strength to take back.

After a while, Yun Wubei smiled.

It is a blessing to be able to get this Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword, a few small flaws, and it is harmless. Moreover, this is also the reason why his cultivation is insufficient.

When he was laughing at himself, Yun Wubei suddenly thought about it, such a strange origin of the sword Dao Dafa should not be something that the Han family in Yuzhou could have!

Although the Han family in Yuzhou is strong, it is only slightly stronger than the Yun family. Compared with the Yun's secret biography "Cong Yun Xiaokong" and this Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword, it is really the difference between the fluorescent Haoyue. If all the Jindan Zhuji of the Han family cultivate this sword technique, I am afraid that this Daqing Kyushu will already have the surname Han!

Yun Wubei faintly had a premonition that the disaster of the Han family should have started from this "Western Emperor Tiangeng Golden Sword".

Dissipating the mana and retracting the needle sword, Yun Wubei turned around and sat down in front of the stone bench in the vestibule. At this moment, a transmission note swayed from the direction of the Chongming Pavilion of Yunfu.

Yun Wubei frowned in surprise, and casually opened the transmission note. "Listen to the cloud tablet, set off at noon, the mansion has practiced more than ten times, and the clansmen under the age of 100 gather in front of the Chongming Pavilion. ”

A few hours later.

On the Chongming Pavilion Square of Yunfu, there were more than 100 people standing bustlingly, standing together in groups of three or five with each other, so lively. Around the crowd, all the guards with knives in Xuanjia were expressionless, holding knives, and the water around the square was impassable.

Among the more than 100 people, there are more than 10 women, and the east side of Yuli and Chongming Pavilion Square has attracted everyone's frequent attention.

One of them, a woman with a white skirt and a delicate face, looked around with jade toes, but for a moment, her ruddy face revealed a look of disappointment.

"Fourteenth sister, I heard that Brother Wutian has returned home, why can't I find him here. The woman gently tugged at the sleeve of the woman next to her and asked in a shy voice.

The woman beside her raised her hand slightly, caressing the green silk that was blown by the wind in her ears, and laughed coquettishly. "Look for him, sister. Saying that, his white jade-like fingers gently pointed not far ahead, and said with a smile: "Brother Wubei has also returned home recently, and I haven't seen him for a few years, so I can't imagine that I have become so handsome now." “

The woman in the white dress who spoke out earlier looked at her fingertips, but after a moment, her eyes showed disdain and sneered at each other. "What's the use of being handsome, although Yun Wubei has a respected status in the clan, I think it's an embroidered pillow, and it's useless. I heard that Brother Wutian has already practiced the twelfth layer of Qi Great Perfection, and now the name of "Heavenly Prince" in my Yunfu is unknown to anyone in the Youzhou realm!"

While the woman was talking, the boiling voice in the crowd suddenly suffocated, and when she looked back, she saw that outside the Chongming Pavilion Square, the guards bowed down to both sides, and a group of more than ten people were coming in from the outside, walking towards Chongming Pavilion.

The man at the head is like a sharp sword, and his body is like a jade tree.

Wearing a tiger-faced roaring chain armor and a navy blue stand-up collar cloak on his back, he was held by more than ten stars behind him and walked in the front, walking with tigers and tigers.

This person is the "Heavenly Prince" Yun Wutian of the Jingbian Hou Mansion in Youzhou, which is rumored to be outside!

"Brother Heavenless"

The woman shouted happily, then noticed the gaffe and hid her face.

Yun Wutian turned his head to look over, smiled heartily, nodded slightly, and then his eyes were like swords, staring at Yun Wubei and the few people standing at the front of Chongming Pavilion, his eyes were disgusted.

Yuzhou Hanfu

In the huge underground secret room, the lights are bright. In the dark compartment of the four walls of the secret room, eight bronze furnaces baked the entire secret room as warm as spring.

However, for the few people who knelt on the ground, this burst of warmth could not be dissipated no matter what, and the lingering chill in their hearts. Several people were lying on their bodies, trembling all over, their backs were drenched in cold sweat, and their heads were on the ground.

On the ground beside these people, there was a corpse, and on the chest of the corpse was an arm-thick wound, which went straight to the heart and lungs, and scarlet blood flowed all over the ground.

Directly east of the secret room, on the leopard's head chair, a man in blood-colored battle armor was leaning on the back of the chair, with no expression on his face, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep. On the armrest on the side, the fingertips fall rhythmically and frequently, which seems to be comfortable.

However, the people under the chair had another feeling, as the fingers of the man who were pretending to sleep fell, a soft sound sounded in the ears of everyone in the secret room, but it was like a thunderbolt in the sky, hitting the heart. The murderous aura of Sen Han was hidden in this strange silence, and a chill entered the body, as if he was in the ice and snow.

After a few breaths, a person who knelt on the ground crawled and crawled to the chair of Shangshouluan, and said in a trembling voice with a crying voice. "My lord, the eldest lady of the Han family can escape from my Mingtai Division's net, there is really Youzhou Mu Han Wenzhong secretly helping, and his subordinates are not able to catch it, so I ask for a soothing ...... make my lord open."

Suddenly, a gust of wind struck, and the man still had words in his throat, but his whole head exploded, and the yellow and white things splashed all over the ground.

At this time, the man on the Luan chair opened his tiger eyes, glanced around, and the fierce murderous aura suddenly raged, making more than ten people on both sides of the head silent.

After a long silence, a person walked out of the left side of the secret room, bowed over his knees, and bowed deeply.

"Shixiong is willing to go to Youzhou on behalf of the adults, and he will definitely capture the eldest lady of the Han family in front of the adults!"

The man on the chair glanced at the person coldly, and waved his arm lightly.

"If there is a mistake, come and go"