Wang Xun stared at the broken three-foot green edge of his hand. Obsession could make it cut off everything with its body of iron, but it could not stand the destruction of obsession itself.!

The sword spirit is quiet and the breakage of the sword body does not have much impact on it itself, but it cannot be manifested. After all, it is essentially different from the real sword spirit. It is transformed by obsession!

"Wang Xun, it's broken, what should I do?" Wu Qingcheng said.

Wang Xun put away the broken sword and said nothing.

The sharp edge of the three-foot green breeze will not lose its power because it is a broken sword. The sword spirit is the foundation of the three-foot green breeze.

Otherwise, ordinary iron will always be ordinary iron.

Lin Wanbai quickly came here in the distance. During the battle between Wang Xun and Chu Han, Wu Qingcheng was afraid of affecting Lin Wanbai, so he sent her to a safe place in advance.

Lin Wanbai, who came over, picked up the longbow from Chu Han's corpse. It was crystal clear, like jade, smooth and bright.

Wang Xun took the long bow and saw the words "ice" engraved on the side of the bow.

It complements Chu Han’s Snow Avenue.

From time to time, a cold air came from the bow, and a powerful ice force ravaged. It was worthy of being a holy weapon, and it was indeed powerful.

Wang Xun glanced at Han Bing, handed the bow to Lin Wanbai, and said, "I'll give it to you!"

Lin Wanbai was stunned, then immediately shook his head and said nervously: "I can't take such a valuable thing!"

The long bow floated in front of Lin Wanbai, and Wang Xun turned around and walked away.

"Take it, look at him all gone!" Wu Qingcheng glanced at Wang Xun's back and said.

Lin Wan's face turned red, she hesitated and grabbed the longbow with her hand.

Wang Xun's meaning is very clear. If Lin Wanbai doesn't want it, he can only throw it away.

It’s not that Wang Xunguan is not a holy weapon, but that there is enough of a three-foot green breeze!

It was the first time that Lin Wanbai was not excited when he touched the holy weapon.

From childhood to adulthood, she can only hear of this level of treasure.

The Sword Sect’s sacred mountain is majestic and majestic, with amazing sword energy covering all directions. The entire sacred mountain is like a real divine sword, which is moving.

When Wang Xun and the other two arrived, there was only a winding mountain road under the feet of the sword sect.

Wang Xun was shocked that a force like the Sword Sect didn't even have a guard disciple.

Wang Xun glanced at Wu Qingcheng and found that this guy was hesitant at this time, as if he was in a ideological struggle. A smile flashed across Wang Xun's lips and he didn't say anything.

If you guessed correctly, Mo Ruhua, the Sword Sect, should put Wu Qingcheng in a lot of pressure.

Seeing that no one was informed, Wang Xun had to walk away. The mountain road was winding. As he advanced, Wang Xun found that there were all kinds of swords and weapons, some broken, while others were intact, but they were still abandoned here.

Wu Qingcheng, who was standing beside him, noticed Wang Xun's gaze and explained: "The Sword Sect has been going on for a long time. The swords here are all kinds of sword weapons that each generation of their disciples have used or obtained. Don't underestimate that they are being inserted here at will. Each of them is connected to the formation. Once they encounter a great enemy, the scenery of thousands of swords spreading across the sky is shocking."

Wang Xun nodded, and as he moved forward, a mountain gate came into his eyes. They were inserted into the ground by two large swords as wide as several door panels. A relatively small sword floated on the ground. Two large characters appeared from time to time.

Sword Sect!

Outside the door, an old figure swept the fallen leaves with an ordinary broom. When Wang Xun and the other two arrived, he didn't even raise his head.

When Wang Xun was about to go over and ask, the old man spoke.

"Who are you looking for?" While speaking, he was still only concerned about sweeping the fallen leaves and has not looked up yet.

"Senior, we are invited by Jian Wuliang!"

"Oh! Then go in!" the old man said casually.

In this way, Wang Xun and the other two stepped into the sword gate unimpededly.

"The Sword Sect is so easy to enter, and I'm not sure about our identity? Are you afraid that what we said before is lies?" Wang Xun said in surprise.

Wu Qingcheng, who was standing beside him, said casually: "The spirit of the stakes!"

All right!

Judging from their previous actions, they did not fear trouble from others when they were talking about this sentence.

At this time, two little children appeared, each carrying a long sword behind them, looking smart and sensitive, and exuding a faint sword intent.

"Three, please come here!" A child saluted slightly to Wang Xun and the other two, and then signaled.

Under the leadership of two children, Wang Xun and the other two came to a bamboo forest. In the breeze, the entire bamboo forest made a crisp and pleasant sound.

One of the children stopped, walked to Wu Qingcheng and said, "Son of Wu, please come here!"

No one was surprised to reveal Wu Qingcheng's identity in one sentence. As Wu Qingcheng said, how many people in Youmingtian didn't know him?

"What does it mean?" Wu Qingcheng asked with a vague feeling that something was wrong, but at the same time he looked at Wang Xun instinctively.

"Uncle Mo has been waiting for you for a long time!" the child replied.

Wu Qingcheng's face suddenly turned bitter. Just as he was about to refuse, another child said to Wang Xun: "Senior, please come here!"

Wang Xun nodded and followed the child.

Wu Qingcheng was about to come, when a female voice came out of the bamboo forest: "Wu Qingcheng, since she is here, why don't you want to come to see me?"

Wu Qingcheng stopped immediately and looked at Wang Xun's back as he left indifferently.

Lin Wanbai naturally stepped into the bamboo forest with Wu Qingcheng. She was going to follow Wang Xun, but Wang Xun's gaze stopped her.

Wang Xun followed the child all the way. After Wang Xun entered the entire Sword Sect for so long, he had not seen any other disciple. Obviously, there were other mystery here.

Under the guidance of the child, Wang Xun came to a waterfall.

"Uncle Sword Master is waiting for you inside!" After saying that, he bowed and turned around and left.

Wang Xun glanced at the waterfall and naturally found that there was another world inside. Without hesitation, he floated through the waterfall. A feeling of touch like a barrier flashed by, and Wang Xun appeared in a new space.

Thick and thin iron chains, like a mountain range, intertwined throughout the abyss.

It is huge and can't see the end at a glance.

"Come!" Suddenly, Jian Wuliang's familiar voice came from his ears, and Wang Xun flew over in an instant.

Below the entire chain, the abyss was pitch black, and I don’t know where it leads.

And in these iron chains, various sword weapons can be seen everywhere, emitting an astonishing wave, with a profound sword energy and a stern cold light.

Wang Xun felt Jian Wuliang's breath and fell down. On an iron chain, Jian Wuliang sat cross-legged with his back to Wang Xun, and a long sword floated in front of him.

This sword gave Wang Xun a feeling of being alive, and Wang Xun seemed to feel that it was breathing.

The three-foot-green sword spirit also jumped violently in an instant, and the fierce sword intent soared into the sky, as if it was about to compete with the Bing Jian in front of Jian Wuliang.

On the contrary, the Bing Jian was calm, as if he had not felt the hostility of the three-foot Qingfeng.

"I have seen the galaxy flowing, the sun and the moon spinning, and I have slept forever. When I woke up, everything became empty!" Jian Wuliang stood up, his white clothes fluttering, and the windlessness was automatically.

"In this era, fewer and fewer sword cultivators are there, and fewer people can truly understand me. I thought you would be with me, but who would have thought that you would be in love too!" Jian Wuliang looked at Wang Xun lonely, and a feeling of loneliness emerged in his eyes.

Wang Xun was completely confused by Jian Wuliang. When did I feel moved? Besides, even if I really feel moved, there is no need to let you use this expression!

Do you have this relationship with me?

He wanted to explain his relationship with Wu Qingcheng, but then he realized why he wanted to explain to him?

What made Wang Xun even more depressed was that Wu Qingcheng was still a man!

Even if you have something to say!

What's all this!

"Sword, what do you think?" Jian Wuliang walked towards Wang Xun from the iron chain.

"Sword is a sword, it is not something!" Wang Xun thought about it and said. He didn't know what a sword was. In Xuwu, he condensed a three-foot green edge by his instinct. When it was born, it was a sword, so the sword was a sword.

Jian Wuliang glanced at Wang Xun and sighed slightly, "Sword is a pride, an indomitable and unyielding situation, a pride and loneliness!"

Wang Xun did not understand the meaning of Jian Wuliang's words.

"When practicing the sword, you should be fearless, you should be a god blocking the killing gods, you should be a demon blocking the killing demons, you should be free from worries, you should move forward! The sword should be ruthless!" Jian Wuliang said and looked at Wang Xun again.

Come on, it's affection again!

People who don’t know think you like me too!!!

"I only know that swords are swords, not as fancy as you said!" Wang Xun said lightly.

"The sword is sharp, and the most powerful sword in this world is love. When a person has love, the sword will become dull and will become corrupt. This is what my master told me. He was the strongest sword cultivator I have ever seen!" Jian Wuliang suddenly looked at Wang Xun with persuasion.

It was as if Wang Xun was a child who had gone the wrong way.

Hearing Jian Wuliang's words, Wang Xun suddenly remembered what Chu Han said.

"Aren't you from this era? I heard that in the past era, some monsters who stunned the time were hidden by snow and returned when the road to the era began?" Wang Xun asked.

Hearing Wang Xun's words, Jian Wuliang's body shook slightly, and Mo Ming said: "Yes..."

The lingering sound is particularly long!

"What kind of era is that?" Wang Xunhao asked.

"Why did I suddenly realize that you are like a different person? You once felt like you were not like this, and you would be better?" Jian Wuliang looked at Wang Xun in confusion.

Wang Xun was once indifferent and cold, giving people the feeling that he never cared about anything other than himself.

Wang Xun smiled without explanation.

Jian Wuliang did not continue this topic much. He turned to look at the abyss below and murmured: "That is an era of humiliation in the swordsmanship, an era that makes the swordsmanship desperate, an era of extremely dazzling!"

Jian Wuliang said three words in one breath, full of sorrow and loneliness!

"What do you mean!" Wang Xun is very kind!

"For all eternal vastness, Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, demons, martial arts and demons are the most authentic paths of cultivation. Under their powerful aura, everything else is like a side-door path, without a trace of light. But in my era, there is another way of cultivation that has overwhelmed everything and has become the strongest Taoist priest." Jian Wuliang said.

Wang Xun listened quietly, without interrupting this time, because when he said this, Jian Wuliang would not stop!
Chapter completed!