Chapter 69: Inheritance of the Sword Soul
"Master!"
A faint voice came out, Long Xiaotian then remembered the Tang Lin people behind him, and when he saw the state of several people, he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly withdrew his sword intent, and at the same time, a stream of soft true yuan was injected into the human body of several people, and after calming down the spiritual power of several people, he exhaled heavily.
Seeing that the faces of several people were gradually ruddy, Long Xiaotian wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said secretly in his heart: "It's so dangerous, thanks to the timely discovery, otherwise I wouldn't have become a sinner of the Heavenly Sword Gate." ”
"You bunnies are fine, right?" Long Xiaotian said apologetically.
"Uncle, what are you doing with the bandit leader?
The few people who recovered were also taken aback by Long Xiaotian, when had they seen this battle, Zhan Dapeng Xiao Nan was better, his face was as usual, but Tang Lin's face was not good-looking, among several people, his cultivation was the lowest, although the attack power was the strongest, but the spiritual power in his body was indeed the weakest of the five, and it was strange that his face could be good when he was suddenly entered by these sharp sword intent.
Facing Tang Lin's no big or small, Long Xiaotian didn't get angry, but laughed on the contrary, because he suddenly thought that he, Mo Yan and Biyun had also been treated like this back then, and he had told his master like this at that time.
"Okay, since there is nothing to do, let's continue to listen to Lao Tzu. ”
"Since then, the ancestors of my Heavenly Sword Sect have never come back, and there is not even a little news, some people say that my ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Sect have died, and the Temple of Gods and Demons has released news that my ancestors have fallen under a battle between good and evil, but the people at that time did not believe it, so the people at that time came to this Southern Cross State with a few disciples, and the Heavenly Sword Gate has completely declined since then. ”
"Master, why does the God and Demon Hall not completely remove our Heavenly Sword Sect, but just suppress us all the time?" Xiao Nan asked.
"Hmph, do you think they don't want to do this, but although my Heavenly Sword Sect was in decline at that time, I wouldn't let anyone bully me, if I really fight to the death, the God and Demon Hall will not be able to please me, and although my Heavenly Sword Gate Master is missing, he has also made a lot of powerful friends, because of their scruples, the God and Demon Hall can only secretly suppress us, but he doesn't dare to really attack us, those friends of the door master, none of them are easy to mess with, and the power is so great that the small God and Demon Hall can compete. ”
Speaking of this, Long Xiaotian slowly looked at the disciples kneeling behind him, his eyes were full of expectation, how many years, the burden of the re-emergence of the Heavenly Sword Sect pressed him out of breath, and his own cultivation has always been at the peak of the late Yuan Infant period, and he has never been able to gain strength, seeing that Shou Yuan is approaching, there is no hope for a breakthrough, but fortunately, God treats him well, and sent Tang Lin five people, which also makes him see hope again, the hope of the Heavenly Sword Gate to rise again.
"Uncle, it's the Hall of Gods and Demons, how can he be everywhere!" Tang Lin secretly thought in his heart, and at the same time, he also remembered the cave in the mountain behind the Heavenly Sword Gate, the senior who was plotted by someone and left behind the gods-Ling Muhua!
"Okay, rabbit cubs, if you want to become a true disciple of my Heavenly Sword Gate, you have to shoulder the burden of revitalizing my Heavenly Sword Gate, destroy the Temple of Gods and Demons, and reproduce the past glory of my Heavenly Sword Gate, proud of Kyushu, tell Lao Tzu, can you do it?"
As soon as Long Xiaotian's words fell, Zhan Dapeng and the others gave him satisfactory answers, but Tang Lin knelt there without saying a word, thinking thoughtfully about these things.
"Hmm, rabbit cub, Lao Tzu asked, why don't you answer Lao Tzu?"
Seeing that Tang Lin didn't make a sound, Long Xiaotian looked at him with an angry face, and his cannibalistic expression frightened Zhan Dapeng and the others to shudder, and cold sweat came down.
"Huh?"
Finding that Long Xiaotian was staring at him with an unkind face, Tang Lin subconsciously sighed.
"Ah, you have a leg, little rabbit cub, did you hear what Lao Tzu said just now?"
"Ah, I heard, bandit leader, you can rest assured, there is a young master, and I will not let the God and Demon Hall continue to be arrogant, but this matter is not in a hurry, I have to come little by little, now if I go to the God and Demon Hall to fight hard, I estimate that if you go to the God and Demon Palace, you will have to die a pair, this is not a good deal, but I promise you, when the master cultivates up, he will definitely destroy the God and Demon Palace, okay?"
Seeing Tang Lin's unbeaten appearance, Long Xiaotian laughed angrily, pointed at Tang Lin and said: "Fart, when did Lao Tzu say that you should go to find someone to fight hard now, even if you want to go, Lao Tzu will not agree, and a few of you will be cannon fodder!"
"That's it, you didn't make it clear, okay, okay, I agreed!"
Arrogant, too arrogant, Tang Lin's current appearance is really too bad, as if Long Xiaotian is begging him to do something, with an impatient face, not to mention Long Xiaotian, even the four people kneeling on the side have the urge to rush up and beat him.
The word convulsions originally referred to a pathology, but at this time, it would be better to use him to describe Long Xiaotian, if it weren't for Long Xiaotian's cultivation to be extremely high, he would have been spit blood from Tang Lin's mouth and whimper!
Exhaling heavily, Long Xiaotian stabilized the tumbling True Yuan in his body, and said in a deep voice: "Release your natal sword element, don't resist the strength of the ancestors, accept the sword soul!"
This time, Tang Lin didn't play tricks, and obediently summoned the Yanhuang Great Sword, because he found that he couldn't continue to stimulate Long Xiaotian, he was already on the verge of going berserk.
As soon as a few people summoned the natal sword element, five of those light balls in the air flew over, and these five light balls were the heads of the Heavenly Sword Sect who cast these five sword yuans, and the five swords in the hands of Tang Lin resonated with these five light balls as soon as they appeared, and a strange feeling appeared in the hearts of Tang Lin and several people at the same time, as if something was imprinted on their bodies, this feeling was very kind, and the same as the sword yuan in their hands, it seemed to have become a part of their bodies.
"Ding"
The five swords let out a crisp chirp at the same time, and then a sword-shaped tattoo appeared on the shoulders of Tang Lin and the others, just like the swords in their hands.
"Uncle, what's the situation?How can there be tattoos, master, I'm a child of a good family, my mother said, people with tattoos on their bodies are not good people, what can I do, isn't this a bad boy, what if I am seen by others in the future, and misunderstand that the master is a hooligan......"
"Shut up, if you don't want to be beaten, go back to practice for Lao Tzu, get out~"
Before Long Xiaotian finished speaking, Tang Lin and the others ran away as if they were gone, leaving only Long Xiaotian, who was angry and purple-faced, and was messy in the wind...... Medium messy ...... Untidy...... Disorderly......