Chen Mengjun's delicate body trembled slightly, and she looked at the man's back in disbelief. He looked so much like him.
Soon after, her mind wandered again. When she looked closely, she found that there was no one on the rocks on the shore. There was no young swordsman fishing at all. There was only a thin and ethereal sword intention lingering on the water.
go.
Is it another mysterious sword intention that remains between heaven and earth?
"Mengjun."
Xie Yiying fell down and looked at the ripples on the water in the distance. She also sensed the existence of the incomplete sword intention, but she discovered it a little later than Chen Mengjun. To put it bluntly, this incomplete sword intention was still caused by Chen Mengjun's heart.
What appeared had little to do with Xie Yiying. She frowned and said, "What did you see?"
"Master..."
Chen Mengjun pursed her red lips, lowered her head a little guiltily, her pretty face blushed slightly, and said: "Just now, I saw someone fishing by the river. The back looked so much like him, but in an instant the fisherman disappeared, and the surface of the water
There is a hint of incomplete sword intent on it."
"It's because you miss him so much."
Xie Yiying smiled slightly.
"I'm sorry...Master, it's Mengjun who is so incompetent." Chen Mengjun said with guilt written all over his pretty face: "I should have spent all my attention on practicing swordsmanship, but I still can't help but think of him...
"
"It doesn't matter."
Xie Yiying smiled: "He is Lin Baiyi. He will never become your inner demon. Thinking about him may make your sword heart more stable. You don't have to forget him deliberately, and you don't have to feel guilty because you miss him.
I feel ashamed of my master."
"Yes, Master!"
"That wisp of incomplete sword intent is your opportunity, refine it."
"good!"
…
Early in the morning, deep in the southern wilderness.
Lingteng Sect is a sect located in the mountains. Most of the people in Lingteng Sect are martial artists. The sect leader Li Yuchen is an eleventh-level Tianyuan martial artist. Within the sect, there is only one deacon and elder who is a spiritual cultivator, and almost all the rest of the upper class
They are all warriors, so the mountain where the Lingteng Sect is located has very strong true energy. Everyone cultivates a breath of true energy, causing murderous intent to spread within hundreds of miles.
In the early morning, clouds filled the mountains.
At the mountain gate, an old man wearing a gray robe appeared with a cane, followed by a group of people from the Qingtian Sect and Tianxiao Sect. The moment the old man appeared, the news had spread throughout the Lingteng Sect.
"coming."
In the Patriarch Hall, the powerful-looking Sect Leader Li Yuchen slowly turned around, looked at the elders, worshipers, protectors and inner disciples, frowned and said: "Everyone has the same idea, right? Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and those who fight against the sky are heroes.
There is no easy end. It is hard-won that our Lingteng Sect is in today's situation. Tianxiaomen is a bloody example, and we must not repeat the same mistakes."
"yes!"
All the elders clasped their fists together: "We will obey the sect master's wishes."
"Let's go and welcome the guests!"
"yes!"
At the foot of the mountain, when the ancestor of the Five Mountains just arrived at the mountain gate, he saw the figures of warriors coming in the wind. The one at the front was Li Yuchen, the leader of Lingteng Sect, with the energy of Tianyuan warriors surging in his body. After he floated down,
He had already led a group of elders, worshipers and others to kneel on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Li Yuchen, the leader of Lingteng Sect, did not dare to go against heaven. Hearing that the ancestor was visiting Lingteng Sect, he led a whole family to kneel down to welcome him.
Ancestor, I am willing to saddle the front and back horses for my ancestors, and do the work of the dogs and horses!"
"Okay, okay, little boy can be taught!"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains smiled happily and said: "The Lingteng Sect is really a hero!"
"Thank you for the compliment, ancestor!"
Li Yuchen stood up and stood behind the ancestor of the Five Mountains, looking like a dog-legger.
Liu Chenqing frowned but said nothing.
"alright."
The ancestor of the Five Mountains narrowed his eyes, looked to the north, and said with a smile: "Today evening, I will send my army to the north. It's time to meet the so-called famous and authentic sects in the north."
"Yes, ancestor!"
A group of people bowed their heads.
…
In the afternoon, the sound of horns was heard all over the land.
The Barbarian King Meng Rong gave the order to the Southern Wilderness and was leading tribesmen from multiple tribes to march out one by one. Their troops were directed at Yumen Pass on the northern human border. Just after Meng Rong gave the order, dozens of barbarian tribes sent out troops one after another.
The cavalry gathered together and continued for dozens of miles. In this dispatch, there were already 400,000 barbarian cavalry, the highest number in hundreds of years.
Among the floating clouds.
The ancestor of the Five Mountains put his hands behind his back, overlooking the endless stream of barbarian armies on the earth. With a smile in his eyes, he could plunge the world into war, and he would be extremely happy deep in his heart. As for what he could achieve
Whether such a purpose can completely subvert the world, he doesn't care at all.
The undefeated inner demon only has war and killing in his heart.
Behind the ancestor of the Five Mountains, Liu Chenqing frowned and said nothing, looking at the dense barbarian cavalry on the ground. Knowing that this war was inevitable, what could he do? Send someone to the north to report the news? Difficult,
The ancestor of the Five Mountains has great supernatural powers, and his eyes and ears have long been spread all over the Southern Wilderness. He will detect any slightest movement. Once the tip-off is exposed, I am afraid that the entire Qingtian Sect will not be able to escape the fate of destruction.
For the current plan, we can only take one step at a time.
…
At night.
Baixi River.
Chen Mengjun's figure in a green skirt was still standing by the Baixi River. After a whole day of refining, he finally successfully refined the wisp of incomplete sword intent. At the moment when the refining was completed, Chen Mengjun's spirit ruins
There was a trace of the sword's ax chiseling on the sword heart, and the energy of the whole sword heart became more ethereal and profound.
She frowned, vaguely feeling that she seemed to have touched the threshold of the Twelve Realms, which made Chen Mengjun a little at a loss. She originally thought that the Twelve Realms were extremely far away and should only be possessed by people like the Master. As for herself,
, what qualifications does my little Chen Mengjun have to be called the Great Sword Immortal of the Twelve Realms?
However, she has already reached this step. According to the current progress, at most half a year, Chen Mengjun will be able to naturally and naturally enter the twelfth realm.
"Master!"
She turned around, took a few dozen feet in one step, and landed next to her master Xie Yiying, immediately reporting the good news to Xie Yiying.
"I saw it!"
Xie Yiying was taking a bowl of vegetable porridge from a young disciple. She carefully handed it to Chen Mengjun and said with a smile: "It's a bit hot. Drink it slowly. You don't need to tell the master about refining the sword intent. You are all watching."
"Yes, Master."
Chen Mengjun happily took the green vegetable porridge and took a small sip. The taste was fragrant. The porridge and rice were bought from hunters in the mountains, and the green vegetables were all wild vegetables in the wilderness, so they tasted particularly fragrant and pleasant, leaving a fragrant mouthfeel.
.
Xie Yiying also held a bowl of vegetable porridge and sat on the stone next to Chen Mengjun. She drank it one mouthful and looked at the group of disciples.
We have taken a big step closer, and besides Chen Mengjun, there are several disciples who have made quite good progress. Two of them have become more and more like the eleventh realm, and there are several young disciples who are Yuanying.
The realm is becoming more and more solid, and the foundation of sword cultivation is excellent.
They will all be the leaders of Lingyan Sword Sect in the future and the inheritance for the next generation.
When she thought of this, Xie Yiying narrowed her eyes with a smile. She had a chance to get married back then, but she never thought about it. Firstly, she could never forget the elegant scholar in her heart. Secondly, with the trust of her master,
Nowadays, Xie Yiying sees that the younger generation headed by Chen Mengjun has grown up, and she feels that all her years of hard work have paid off. Even if she dies one day, she still has the honor to see her master. She, Xie Yiying, has never let her master down.
At this moment, Xie Yiying suddenly noticed an inconspicuous ripple in the porridge bowl. At this moment, Xie Yiying's heart seemed to be pinched hard by something. She suddenly put down the porridge bowl, stood up, and pulled out the porridge bowl.
He took out his sword, frowned and said: "What a murderous aura, all the disciples are ready to face the enemy!"
"ah?!"
A group of young disciples were still immersed in the joy of the picnic and even joking with each other. Almost only Chen Mengjun, a disciple of the eleventh realm, reacted to the sudden change. He directly drew his sword and faced the dark forest with Xie Yiying.
"call--"
A chill came in the evening wind.
"careful!"
Xie Yiying hurriedly slashed out a sword curtain, but the rain of sword energy seemed to be penetrated. The wisp of cold wind quickly whirled past, and then two female disciples stood on the spot holding porridge bowls, stunned.
Looking at Xie Yiying: "Master..."
The next moment, the bodies of the two female disciples collapsed and turned into a shower of blood. They died in an instant!
Amidst the sound of breaking wind, a black shadow flew through the sky, and a punch filled with golden cyclone fell from the sky, hitting Xie Yiying hard on the head.
Xie Yiying's heart suddenly tightened. She had been in the world for many years, and she had never felt such fear before. The opponent's combat power was even more terrifying than Qi Liandao and Tan Xin from the Nine Nether Dragon Court that she faced back then. That punch
It seems that the power does not come from the three realms at all, but is full of murderous intent and profound mysterious energy.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Xie Yiying struck out three swords in a row!
The sword light collided with the golden fist, and there was a loud "Peng" sound. The opponent's fist retracted and released, and struck out for the second time like lightning. Immediately, Xie Yiying's protective sword was shattered inch by inch, and a mouthful of blood spat out.
While retreating, she saw Chen Mengjun swinging a sword towards the opponent. For a moment, Xie Yiying's heartbeat almost stopped. She hurriedly pulled out a flying sword, wrapped Chen Mengjun's body and dragged it backwards, and said loudly at the same time
: "Everyone, go quickly, I'll come to the rear!"
"Master!"
Chen Mengjun looked at Xie Yiying's miserable appearance swaying in the wind after being punched, and felt that her heart was about to be crushed.
"obedient!"
Xie Yiying gritted her teeth and patted an exquisite sword box behind her. Suddenly, wisps of flying swords rose into the sky, and a Seven Mysterious Sword Formation formed behind her. She looked back at the group of disciples with great nostalgia and said: "Everyone is
Go back and practice hard and avenge Master in the future!"
…
"sentimental!"
In the wind, the visitor's cloak was blown open by the evening breeze, revealing a pale golden head. It was the ancestor of the Five Mountains who was filled with wisps of incomplete ancient divine power. Not only could he control the power of the mountains, but he could also control the incomplete wind god.
With such power, this relic is the relic of the ancient wind god. Looking at the great swordsman of the twelfth realm who used the Seven Mysterious Sword Formation in front of him, the ancestor of the Five Mountains had a sneer on his lips: "The mantis' arm is used as a chariot, it's really ignorant of life and death!
"
Xie Yiying's sword light swayed, turning from defense to offense, driving a seven-mysterious sword formation to kill the opponent, and suddenly the sky was filled with sword rain.
In fact, she shouldn't do this, but she can only do this. This chapter has been completed!
