They were a group of young men and women dressed in white, sixteen in total. Each of them carried a long sword on his back. Their breath was sharp, and their eyes were like sharp knives, making people afraid to look directly at them.
Each of them has a clean temperament, and their white clothes are floating around, as if they have been banished to the world. They are cold, arrogant and lonely. Standing among the crowd, they stand out like chickens, so conspicuous.
This is a group of sword cultivators, a group of sword cultivators with amazing strength. No one expected that so many sword cultivators would appear at the same time in this ancient city.
According to legend, the sword god died and transformed into Tao, spreading the luck of the sword to the nine heavens and ten earths. Anyone who uses the sword will receive a trace of the luck of the sword.
Therefore, there are as many people in the world who use swords as there are sand in the river, but there is no real inheritance of swordsmanship.
Because all those who use swords only respect the sword god as their master. If they have the luck of the sword god, why do they need to become a master and join the sect?
The path of sword cultivation can be said to be taught by heaven. Everything must be cultivated and understood by oneself. No one can help anyone. Therefore, truly powerful sword cultivators are lonely.
However, today so many terrifying sword cultivators gathered together, it immediately attracted the attention of countless people. After all, the identity of sword cultivators is too special and too rare.
However, while these swordsmen were walking, they suddenly stopped. Their eyes were like sharp blades, locked on a person in the distance.
However, people followed their gazes and saw Long Chen and Yue Zifeng. When Long Chen saw this group of people, he couldn't help but his heart beat wildly.
"Buzz buzz..."
The long sword behind Yue Zifeng trembled slightly and made a roaring sound, and even it felt sensitive.
"Lingtian Lineage"
When Long Chen saw this group of people, his eyes instantly became sharp and he recognized their identities.
Back on the chaotic battlefield, Long Chen met a terrifying sword cultivator. That person was Luo Zixu, who claimed to be a disciple of the Sword God.
Luo Zixu was wearing green clothes at that time, which was different from the white clothes of the people in front of him, but the circular pattern on their chests and the two characters "Ling Tian" embroidered with the two first generation Jiuli immortals were exactly the same.
"Boss, do you know them?" Yue Zifeng was stunned.
"After the death of the Sword God, a clown climbed out of nowhere and claimed to be the Lingtian Sword God. He colluded with the demons outside the realm and killed his own kind. He was not a good bird.
Of course, you can also tell from the faces of these people that they are not good people. If you are willing, kill them all. It won't take long anyway," Long Chen said.
Regarding the chaos battlefield, Long Chen said nothing to anyone. It was a battle that spanned time and space. The Qiankun Ding warned him more than once that he could not reveal it to anyone. If he was contaminated with the terrifying cause and effect, he would be liquidated in the catastrophe. It would not be possible.
It will harm others.
Obviously, this is the first time Yue Zifeng has heard of the Lingtian Sword God. He knows who the Lingtian Sword God is, but in his heart, there is only one Sword God.
"Hey! Boy, what's your lineage?"
Just as Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were whispering, this group of people came over. Even their walking postures were different. Although they were walking, their boots were three inches from the ground and did not touch the ground. It seemed that
Afraid of dust contaminating their snow-white shoes.
Obviously, they saw the terror of Yue Zifeng, but their vision was obviously not right, otherwise, they would not call Yue Zifeng "boy".
"It only has its shape but no spirit. Blessed by the power of faith, the sword has become rusty and the heart has become dusty. It can no longer be regarded as a true swordsman." As they got closer, Yue Zifeng glanced at them and shook his head.
road.
Not only Yue Zifeng saw it, but Long Chen, who was not a sword cultivator, also saw it.
The aura of these guys is amazing, but most of it is because of the power of faith attached to them, and they have a posture of pretending to be powerful.
"What are you talking about? Just answer Senior Brother Ling's words and don't ask for trouble." Among the crowd, a female disciple shouted coldly.
The Senior Brother Ling she spoke of was the leader of their group, a man with a broad forehead and a pockmarked face.
Sometimes, if a person wants to be ugly, he should be more ugly, and if he wants to be handsome, he should be more handsome, thinking that this way, he will stand out.
This Senior Brother Ling is so ugly that people can remember him at a glance. This appearance is indeed very strange.
These people were so arrogant that they seemed to think that talking to Yue Zifeng was a kind of charity. They all felt like aloof gods and wanted to look at people with their nostrils.
However, as soon as the woman spoke, Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were speechless.
These people must be fools. Yue Zifeng's words were so obvious that they didn't even know what they meant.
"Boy, don't be ignorant of praise. When Senior Brother Ling asks you, it is to praise you, to pity your talent, and to be willing to join the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect." Another disciple shouted.
When he mentioned the words "Lingtian Divine Sword Sect", his voice deliberately raised an octave. He didn't know whether it was because he was afraid that Yue Zifeng wouldn't be able to hear him, or because he was afraid that the people around him couldn't hear clearly, or because he was speaking to some invisible people.
People listen.
In short, the sound was very loud and could be heard throughout the ancient city. Immediately, Long Chen felt countless spiritual consciousness coming in, obviously attracted by the situation here.
At this time, Senior Brother Ling cleared his throat and said: "Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect is the inheritance of the Lingtian Sword God. Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect has always specialized in swordsmanship and is isolated from the world. We rarely set foot in the world.
However, the God of Swords is merciful and cannot bear that there are so many swordsmen in the world who have no way to learn the Tao and find no way to seek skills, so he ordered us to walk in the world, enlighten the lost lambs, and accept the destined disciples.
Join our Divine Sword Sect, receive the blessing of the Lingtian Sword God, learn unparalleled magical powers, and practice the methods of heaven and earth..."
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Senior Brother Ling was still bragging at length. Long Chen really couldn't listen anymore and waved his hands.
He finally understood that these disciples of the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect traveled around various places. To put it bluntly, they were to build momentum for the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect and recruit disciples.
The isolation he talked about, in Long Chen's opinion, was not isolation from the world, but the fact that he was severely beaten in the era of chaos and had to huddle up to recuperate.
Now that I have grown up, I have the courage to expose my head and explore the world. After I find it is safe, I start to act arrogantly.
"Stop bragging. Look at you. Your face looks like a triangular pancake with a handful of black sesame seeds sprinkled on it. It made me embarrassed. Look, the hairs on my arms stood up." Long Chen was speechless for a while.
Genuinely, after saying that, he even raised his arms to show him.
"Hahaha……"
Long Chen's words and actions caught countless people off guard and couldn't help laughing.
Especially Long Chen's metaphor, and looking at Senior Brother Ling's broad forehead, pointed chin, and dark spots on his face, the more they look like each other.
"court death!"
Senior Brother Ling was furious and pressed his long sword with his big hand. The other disciples also pressed their long swords with their hands, and fierce killing intent arose.
"If you dare to take action in my Heavenly Demon City, it seems you don't want to leave alive."