"The daughter of Junshan, Jun Mowu, in accordance with the last wish of her late father, bows to the mountain with her sword in hand, and asks Master Longyuan to accept his disciples!"
The voice of the girl in black was as clear and clear as the phoenix chanting from the sky, with a hint of chilliness for no reason.
Suddenly, the Sword Mountain buzzed, and thousands of swords bloomed from the mountain.
"Who is Junshan?"
All the Sword Tomb disciples frowned, obviously they were very unfamiliar with the names Junshan and Jun Mowu.
Only the old man in white looked trembling, as if he had something in mind, and for a moment he felt a little desolate.
"Junshan, by whose hands did you die?"
Between heaven and earth, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.
It was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, dressed in linen clothes. Around him, there was a fairy glow blooming, covering up the secrets of heaven.
Especially those pair of slender, cold eyes, every inch of which is like a prehistoric fairy spirit, piercing the sky, making people dare not look at them.
"Sword Master!!"
"Meet the Sword Master!!"
The disciples of the Sword Tomb who originally looked dull suddenly fell to their knees on the ground, looking respectful, as if they were seeing gods.
Of course, to this Qingcang sword cultivator, the person in front of him is indeed no different from a god.
Long Yuan Sword Master, Bai Zhanyang.
He used a dragon-slaying sword to cross the blue sky for more than ten thousand years. Later, he realized the Tao in the Sword Tomb, quit killing all over the body, sealed the sword, cultivated his mind, and reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.
There are different opinions about his cultivation.
But when the word "sword master" is mentioned, even those supreme and powerful men who have already become famous still have lingering fears.
The Master of Longyuan Sword is the only one in the world who is so talented and brilliant that his name can be remembered.
Compared to Daotian Academy, Xuanhong Immortal Sect, Tianque Mansion and other Qingcang supreme sects, although Longyuan Sword Tomb is not as rich in foundation, no one in Qingcang dares to underestimate this sect.
Without him, it is precisely because of this one, Long Yuan Sword Master.
"My father died of Dharma Prime Senluo. I don't know who did it. But before my father died, he asked me to come here with my sword. If I can cross the Great Wall of Sword Qi, I can worship the sword master as my master."
Jun Mowu's voice was calm, and he didn't feel the slightest fear because of the identities of the people in front of him.
"Faxiang Senluo...were those bald donkeys responsible after all?"
Bai Zhanyang sighed softly, and suddenly grasped his hand. The ancient sword wrapped in rags in Jun Mowu's arms suddenly made a buzzing sound, turned into a frightened giant, and sprang out, and was held by the sword owner with one hand.
It was only then that everyone saw that this sword was actually an evil sword that was full of blood.
Layers of blood quietly filled the air, and an invisible killing blow suddenly fell, disturbing people's minds.
"This is...this is the Xuejue Evil Sword!! The fourth among the top ten divine swords is the Xuejue!! You are...you are the descendant of the Xuejue Sword Master!!"
On top of Sword Mountain, there were sudden bursts of exclamations.
The Xuejue Evil Sword is the famous Qingcang Sword.
It's just that this sword is evil and will return when it sees blood, otherwise it will kill its master.
It is said that 70,000 years ago, a saint of swordsmanship appeared in Qingcang, and he fought all the way without any defeat.
Although this man was extremely talented in swordsmanship, he was regarded as evil by countless sect forces because of his excessive desire to kill, and was surrounded and killed in the extreme north of Qingcang.
It is said that in that battle, thirteen people in the Qingcang Holy Realm died, but there was also no news about the Blood Jue Sword Master and he was never born again.
Some people say he is dead, others say he has become a useless person and lives in seclusion.
It was just that all the sects kept silent about the battle that year, and this was why the Blood Jue Sword Master was shrouded in layers of mystery.
Who would have thought that today this girl came with a sword and said she wanted to worship at Longyuan Sword Tomb!!
Although Xue Jue's evil behavior cannot be said to be universally tolerated, if it is known to other forces, it will inevitably lead to disaster.
Now that the devil has appeared in the world, the world is in chaos.
Longyuan Jianzhong's attempt to be alone is tantamount to a fool's dream.
Depending on the sword master's temperament, he will neither submit to the realm master's palace nor become a lackey of the Ling clan.
This will only make them a common enemy in the eyes of these two forces.
"You two, come with me."
Long Yuan Sword Master lowered his eyes and looked at Ling Tian and Jun Mo Wu. Finally, he sighed softly and walked towards the depths of Sword Mountain.
"Xun'er, wait for me here."
Ling Tian whispered a warning and waited until the woman in black came from the foot of the mountain before chasing the sword master.
But at this moment, looking at the two figures walking side by side, Ye Xun'er actually felt a little lonely in his heart.
Inexplicably, Ye Xun'er actually saw a bit of... Ling Tian's shadow in Jun Mo Wu.
The same persistence and unyielding, the same outstanding sword posture.
The heir of the evil sword encounters the sword demon?
Maybe they are a match made in heaven?
Deep in Jian Mountain, there is a straight peak.
Long Yuan Sword Master stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the blue clouds below him.
At this moment, his entire body was like a sword, without any vitality or edge.
A great sword without an edge may be able to split the heavens and subdue the earth.
Obviously, this sword master's swordsmanship has reached its peak.
"When I traveled across Qingcang, I once met a confidant in the swordsmanship."
It wasn't until Ling Tian and his two men came from a distance that the voice of Long Yuan Sword Master slowly sounded.
"He and I have completely different views on the way of the sword."
"So I debated swordsmanship with him for seven days, and finally had a decisive battle in the extreme northern desert. In that battle, I suppressed him with my realm and was slightly better."
"It's just that this kind of victory has no meaning. The two of us have agreed to have a decisive battle here every ten thousand years. Only when one person can crush the other can he prove his swordsmanship."
"The way of swordsmanship that I pursue is to open the sky with one sword and save the people from calamity. But he always believed that the sword is a killing weapon. With a three-foot sharp sword, it should be invincible in the world."
"It's a pity that I missed my appointment that year."
After finishing speaking, Long Yuan Sword Master slowly turned back and looked at the two people behind him.
At this time, Ling Tian already understood that Jun Mo Wu's father was probably the confidant of swordsmanship mentioned by the sword master.
And the reason why he left him behind was probably because he felt guilty.
"I never believed that he was an evil spirit. There are three thousand avenues, each with its own obsession. Seventy thousand years ago, I had an enlightenment in my heart. No longer the momentum I had when I first entered the immortal path, I finally understood that the sword I cultivated was not the only one in the world.
sword!"
Sword Master Long Yuan sighed softly, his brows filled with vicissitudes of life.
"It's just that when I first entered the Sword Tomb and had an epiphany in front of the monument, I realized it for ten thousand years. When I woke up again... I had already broken my trust in him."
"I often think that if I had woken up a hundred years earlier, I might have been able to save him from being slandered by the world. These years... I feel guilty. It is difficult to take a step forward in cultivation. When I see you today, I know that the cause and effect has arrived."
"But I can't figure it out. Dharma-Xiang Senluo is a secret technique of Buddhism. Those who practice this technique will gradually lose their cultivation, exhaust their vitality and die. Since he was not dead back then, why didn't he come to find me? Could it be that in his eyes
Here, am I so untrustworthy?"
It is unimaginable that with the cultivation and temperament of Long Yuan Sword Master, there is actually a hint of resentment on his face at this time.
Perhaps, this journey to immortality lasts forever, and it is a blessing in life to meet someone who can be called a confidant.
Being focused on nothing is simple to say, but how many people in the world can actually do it?
"My father once said that when people are young, they dare not speak nonsense, and when people are sad, they cannot speak Zen, so I did not dare to disturb the sword master's practice."
Jun Mowu said calmly, but Long Yuan Sword Master finally closed his eyes with some bitterness.
Probably, that time of breaking the promise was the end of their lives.