At this moment, Ge Ming fell down again, and said with a bad expression: "Old man, you have no reason..."

"Shut up!"

Yuan Zhengyang glanced at him, "I'll tell you something about it and settle the score with you later!"

boom!

The words fell.

The broad sword in his hand fell instantly, and it was inserted diagonally on a huge rock not far away. The majestic sword intent instantly enveloped the field!

"Bully Master Chicken!"

"Everyone has to die! If you dare to leave, you might as well give it a try!"

moment.

Ge Ming stopped talking.

The others were so scared that they didn't even dare to let out a sigh of excitement.

After becoming famous.

Yuan Zhengyang was keen on seclusion and broke the situation, and he rarely took action, but everyone was afraid of him at all!

Sword Cultivator!

The peak of the free realm!

It represents a great deterrent!

What does Jing Feng want to say?

However, it was stopped by the two Taoist protectors behind him with their eyes.

"The Master of the Sect."

On the contrary, Jian Wuchen thought he had a good position in Yuan Zhengyang's heart and smiled lightly: "Actually, what happened today..."

"Are you deaf?"

Facing Jian Wuchen, Yuan Zhengyang naturally regained the demeanor of the Xuanjian Sect Master and said unhappily: "Did I let you speak?"

“…”

Hearing words.

The smile on Jian Wuchen's face froze instantly.

In my impression.

This was the first time Yuan Zhengyang talked to him in this tone.

"Just Mr. Chicken."

Yuan Zhengyang no longer paid attention to the others and hesitated: "Why are you here? Sword Head... Is he okay?"

Alliance of Seven Realms.

It's just a remote small domain.

It is almost endless to the prosperous Xuantian Realm. Not to mention the Freedom Realm, even the Freedom Realm cannot reach it at all. When he went to Xuantian Realm, he was only a coincidence. After staying there for less than a hundred years, he was sent back here by the people of Xuantian Sword Sect. Now, thousands of years have passed.

Therefore.

He didn't know anything about the Xuantian Sword Sect's incident.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Chongming's eyes dimmed and he suddenly fell silent.

A clang.

Yuan Zhengyang's heart suddenly jumped.

"Not..."

After a while, in his nervous gaze, Chongming sighed softly, "The Xuantian Sword Sect... is gone, everyone is gone, Xiaoyun... is gone."

"What!"

Yuan Zhengyang felt like he was struck by lightning!

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

He lost his composure in an instant, walked in quickly, and said incoherently: "Jiji... are you lying to me, right? This joke is not good! I don't believe it! Senior's sword... how could he... who is his opponent in this world?"

“…”

Chongming didn't say anything anymore and glanced at Gu Han.

“…”

Gu Han's heart was slightly sank, and he didn't say anything, and took out half of the Red Dust Sword with cracks.

He already understood.

Yuan Zhengyang.

It is the person who was guided by Yun Jiansheng in Chongming and has very poor sword skills.

"Red Dust..."

Yuan Zhengyang's face was ashes and murmured to himself, "It's really the world... it's broken... how could it be broken..."

The Sword of the Red Dust.

Of course, people from the Seven Realms Alliance do not know them, but no one doesn’t know the sword cultivators in the Xuantian Realm!

His face was ashamed and his hands were trembling. He wanted to touch the body of Hongchen sword, but he didn't dare.

well……

Gu Han sighed secretly and sent the Hongchen Sword to him.

The sword body is snow-white.

Cracks are densely covered.

Looking at the Red Dust Sword.

In a trance, Yuan Zhengyang seemed to recall the scene back then.

Thousands of years ago.

He died for a lifetime, and after a chance, he arrived at the Xuantian Realm and learned that there was such a place in the world, with so many geniuses and so many sword cultivators. Under the influence, he naturally determined to become a sword cultivator. He did not seek to be very outstanding, but only wanted someone to look down on it.

only.

Due to his qualifications, although he saw the sword monument, his income was extremely limited. He was ridiculed as a fool, and he was not worthy of becoming a sword cultivator at all. He was discouraged and thought of the various sufferings he had encountered. He couldn't help but feel sad and found a corner to cry secretly.

I cried sadly.

"What are you crying?"

Just as I was so sad that I couldn't help myself, a gentle voice suddenly rang beside me.

He subconsciously turned around.

But I saw a young man in white with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, looking at him with a smile!

"Sword Head!"

He was shocked and quickly saluted, "Worship the sword head!"

Even though he had only seen it once, he remembered it very clearly that the young man in front of him was the most amazing nine-generation sword head in the history of Xuantian Sword Sect, Yun Jiansheng!

An existence that countless sword cultivators look up to!

An existence that makes countless geniuses fade!

"I disturbed the sword head, I...I'll leave now..."

He thought that Yun Jiansheng was displeased and was frightened, so he wanted to leave.

"not busy."

Who knows.

Yun Jian had no airs of the sword head, and there was no intention of looking down on him at all. Instead, he sat down next to him and said with a smile: "A man with a seven-foot man crying so sadly, he must have encountered a difficult situation. There is nothing wrong today. If you don't mind, why don't you... talk to me?"

"I……"

He had been depressed for a long time, and when he saw Yun Jiansheng, he naturally expressed everything.

"I wasted such a precious opportunity to observe the sword monument."

"Sword Head..."

"Am I stupid?"

Finally.
To be continued...