Lin Qian carefully opened the door, and the dazzling light of the talisman array that filled the room stung his heart slightly. In the center of the room, a rickety figure sat cross-legged. If anyone saw this scene, they would be shocked. This rickety figure,
Astonishingly, he was the head of Kunlun.
However, his arms were gone, and only half of his snow-white sword eyebrows were hanging low to the ground. He coughed from time to time, and each sound made his rickety figure tremble.
Lin Qian's nose felt sour, and his heart was twisted when he thought of his master's extraordinary heroic appearance.
"master!"
He called softly.
The headmaster heard this, straightened his body with great effort, and said warmly: "Qian'er is here."
His face was covered with wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy and dim, and his voice was hoarse, like a dying old man.
"Yeah." Lin Qian was afraid that he would shed tears, so he just hummed softly. He quickly walked to the master's side, grabbed his wrist, and explored the master's injury.
The master was seriously injured while exploring ancient ruins. Both arms were broken, all spiritual energy was lost, and the vitality inside was extinct. Lin Qian tried various methods, but he could only barely survive the master's death.
The atmosphere was gray and defeated, without a trace of vitality.
Lin Qian's heart twisted. He knew that the master wanted to create a magic weapon that truly belonged to him. [Kunlun] was Kunlun's first magic weapon, but it had many imperfections and the master was not satisfied.
"You don't need to worry about me." The master knew that the disciple was sad and comforted him: "I have lived for so long and I have lived enough."
"Master..." When Lin Qian heard this, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore and rolled down his face.
"Idiot, you are also the leader of a sect now, don't act like a girl here." The leader smiled, his face was gray and lifeless: "You have done a good job, I will leave Kunlun to you, I am relieved."
Lin Qian burst into tears.
"It wasn't until a few days ago that I became clear-minded and figured out many things. Mo Yunhai's divine power is unique and completely different from my Kunlun. We can't just imitate it. I, Kunlun, practice swords, and swords are my true heart. What I need is
Divine swords, not equipment. Although divine equipment is good, it is not suitable for us in Kunlun. It is Kunlun that can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword!"
The leader's hoarse voice floated in the room.
Lin Qian heard the strong warning in his master's words and was heartbroken.
"I am very satisfied that I can fulfill my last and greatest wish before my death. Don't feel sorry for me." The leader said warmly: "The sword I found for you has a great background. It is named Taikoo, and it is the most powerful god in ancient times.
One of the swords. Although it has been dusted for a long time, its divine power is still there. Don’t let it fall short of its reputation.”
"Disciple will never bring shame on you!" Lin Qian suppressed his tears and swore a sword oath word by word.
The leader nodded: "I only have one wish left."
"Master, please give it to me!" Lin Qian's eyes were firm, and he was determined in his heart. No matter what, he would fulfill his master's last wish!
The leader raised his head: "Now my arms are broken, my spiritual power is lost, and my vitality is extinct. The only thing that is still intact is my soul. I want to throw my soul into the ancient divine sword to strengthen the soul of the sword."
The tears that Lin Qian had just suppressed flowed down, and he just shook his head: "Master, no!"
Using the soul to nourish the sword is extremely cruel. The soul will suffer endless pain and will never be reincarnated!
"This is my master's last wish." The master's cloudy eyes suddenly became extremely sharp: "I have been nurtured by Kunlun, and as the master, I should repay Kunlun with my flesh and blood. If you don't respond, I will never rest in peace!"
"Master!" Lin Qian burst into tears again.
"I have made up my mind!" the leader said decisively, closing his eyes and saying no more.
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The talisman formation shines with light, divine power surges, and in the center, a simple sword floats in the air.
All Kunlun elders and core disciples gathered here, and everyone looked sad.
When Lin Qian appeared with the leader on his back, everyone bowed down in unison. The leader had a high prestige in the sect and was deeply supported by everyone. Seeing the leader with such a haggard appearance, everyone felt a sharp pain in their hearts.
"Kunlun will be left to you." The leader's hoarse voice was not loud.
Everyone who heard it shed tears, and some people said sadly: "I dare not cherish my life!"
The leader nodded happily.
Lin Qian burst into tears, unable to form words, so he could only carry the leader on his back and move forward step by step.
The master didn't say much. His soul left his body and stepped into the talisman formation step by step. The master's cultivation level was unfathomable, and his sword soul was also extremely pure.
The ancient sword in the center of the talisman array suddenly produced an astonishing suction force, and the master's sword soul turned into a stream of light and submerged into the sword body.
All the disciples of Elder Kunlun around him burst into tears.
Inside the sword, the soul of a human figure endured astonishing pain and muttered to himself.
"Qian'er, master can only help you so far."
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Within the territory of Kunlun, swords penetrated the sky, and thousands of swords roared in unison!
The world is shocked!
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Wei Sheng was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and he was holding a bloody sword. In front of him, Ule looked pale.
"There is such a strong person in the world!" Uler muttered to himself, and after speaking, he fell on his back and lost all breath.
Wei Sheng looked embarrassed, but his expression was as usual, except that the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand was full of blood and looked extremely charming.
Suddenly, Wei Sheng seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head, and almost at the same time, the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand seemed to be excited, the blood light surged, and it suddenly rose into the sky.
A bloody beam of light dozens of feet thick erupted!
Wei Sheng in the beam of light is as if the god of death has descended, arrogant and arrogant!
Wei Sheng raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling the surging fighting spirit coming from the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand. He took a deep breath and suppressed the almost boiling fighting spirit in his heart. His eyes as clear as blood glass were full of shock.
——There is such a powerful sword intention in the world!
The sword that dominates the world!
The excitement of just defeating his opponent completely disappeared. Wei Sheng looked at the sky in a daze, the shock in his eyes disappeared little by little, replaced by strong fighting spirit and killing intent!
"Kunlun!"
Wei Sheng murmured to himself and couldn't help but clenched the God-killing Blood Sword in his hand.
Such a despairingly powerful sword intent can only be found in one place, and that is Kunlun!
Wei Sheng's heart was filled with fighting spirit.
Suddenly, not far away, the thunder light was astonishingly intense, as if something was aroused by the sword intent descending from the sky.
Wei Sheng's heart moved and he quickly flew towards the place where the thunder light gathered.
The closer he flew, the more surprised he was that the lightning actually penetrated from the ground into the sky.
Is there any strange treasure?
Soon, he flew to the source of the lightning.
I saw a bronze mirror hiding quietly on the ground. On the bronze mirror, the ancient Chinese character "Thunder" was engraved. The bronze realm's thunder light flashed uncertainly, and the realm's electric snakes swam.
Zhila!
An electric snake suddenly shot up into the sky.
As soon as the electric snake broke away from the bronze mirror, it surged as thick as an arm and tore the sky apart.
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Zuo Mo raised his head and looked at the sky.
Guiwutong also looked at the sky with a shocked look on his face and murmured to himself: "What a strong sword! Are there such strong people nowadays?" Although he was surrendered by Zuo Mo, he could still see that the strong people of this era were
It is much weaker than in ancient times.
However, this invincible sword intention, which seemed to dominate the world, shocked him to the extreme.
How could such a powerful sword spirit appear in this era?
Suddenly, the familiar smells in the sword's will made him suddenly excited, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Ancient!"
"Taikoo?" Zuo Mo withdrew his gaze, turned his face, and looked at Guiwutong.
Guiwutong was mumbling in his sleep: "Taikou is the most famous divine sword in ancient legends. It is said that whoever possesses this sword will surely become a generation of emperors."
Zuo Mo, who is familiar with the Golden Leaf of the Sun, knows what Ditian means. In ancient times, the strongest person in each era would become the leader of the tribes in the world, named Ditian.
"Emperor Tian?" A sneer appeared on Zuo Mo's face, with murderous intent in his eyes, unabashedly saying: "If you want to be Emperor Tian, it depends on whether I agree or not!"
Guiwutong was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly realized what he was doing and stammered: "Does the master have any grudge against him..."
Zuo Mo glanced sideways and said nonchalantly: "That's right, a mortal enemy! Why, are you afraid?"
Guiwutong quickly reacted, and seeing Zuo Mo's unkind expression, he quickly expressed his stance: "Master, what did you say? Master's mortal enemy is my mortal enemy!"
Only then did Zuo Mo look away, but his expression turned gloomy.
Such a powerful sword intention can be felt here, and I am afraid that most of the reason is the ancient divine sword that Gui Wutong spoke of.
Lin Qian's own strength was already unparalleled. When he struck out with a sword, Zuo Mo and others could barely block it with their combined efforts.
It is said that Kunlun's divine art was created by Lin Qian. No one knows how strong he is now. But Zuo Mo knows that he must be very, very strong!
If Zuo Mo wanted another person in the world who could rival Senior Brother Wei Sheng, he would definitely choose Lin Qian.
But now, with the addition of this ancient divine sword, Lin Qian's strength would probably reach an extremely terrifying level.
It is very possible that it is a height that no one in the world can match!
Although Zuo Mo was not afraid, when he thought that his most mortal enemy had obtained such a magical weapon, Zuo Mo felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly.
Kunlun!
Let's see!
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Snow Palace.
Luo Li looked helpless.
He was followed by a group of guards, most of whom were following him.
However, when he met the guy from the Xinye Zen Sect, he rushed forward without saying a word. The leader of the Xinye Zen Sect did not expect that the other party would attack directly without even saying hello, and he immediately suffered a hidden loss.
There were a large number of these guards, more than ten of them, formed a battle formation, and they were not at a disadvantage against the elders of the Xinye Zen Sect.
However, the head of the Xinye Zen Sect is somewhat capable, and the battle between the two sides is stalemate.
The leader of the Xinye Zen Sect has great spiritual power, but Luo Li has weird fighting methods, and Wo Li's weird and alternative fighting methods make the other party miserable.
The ancient and peerless sword intent fell from the sky without any warning.
I'm close to opening my breathtakingly beautiful eyes.