Lu Linyuan and Tang Miaoxin whispered something, and also stepped out and said loudly: "Lu Linyuan is not talented, although he is not a sword cultivator, he is not a pig or dog who knows how to repay kindness. Senior Yuan gave me family
With great kindness, I am willing to follow you and fight to the death in Jiancheng!"
"father……"
Tangtang was full of tears.
"Let him go."
Tang Miaoxin walked behind her gently and whispered: "If you don't go, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life."
"kindness……"
Tangtang nodded. No matter how hard or tired or painful it was, she had never shed a tear. But at this time, she saw Sanqian Jian Cultivator and Lu Linyuan who were looking for death, tears couldn't stop sliding down.
This moment.
In her young heart.
I have a preliminary understanding of the word "Sword Cultivation".
"Walk!"
After asking the direction, Gu Han did not hesitate anymore, and his body turned into flowing light and rushed to the sky!
"Who is it!"
"It's a sword cultivator!"
"Stop him! So brave! Take it! Take it!"
“…”
now.
The dozens of Wuliang Realm deacons in Du Xuan's jurisdiction noticed the movement and rushed over. They happened to meet Gu Han. They shouted loudly, and hundreds of people rushed towards Gu Han, along with them and their followers.
!
"roll!!"
Gu Han was worried about Yuan Zhengyang's safety and was too lazy to look at them.
With a wave of his hand, thousands of swords fell!
Puff puff puff!
Accompanied by sporadic screams, a bloody rain fell in the sky!
"Gu Jianshou, good means!"
The three thousand sword cultivators looked at each other, feeling that the depression that had been hidden in their hearts for many years was vented, and all kinds of sword intent shone brightly on their bodies and soared into the sky!
The sword intent is like a rainbow!
More than three thousand gorgeous tracks were dragged out and followed Gu Han!
"Happy!"
Lao Sun laughed, "My old blood is boiling again!"
boom!
The words fell.
The power of the domain flashed by, and he was following Gu Han!
"Go away."
Lu Linyuan glanced at the courtyard in the distance, and then turned his body away from the air!
Rumble!
In the small courtyard, an ancient tree about a foot long rose from the ground. In the green light shining, it turned into a sapling about a foot long. It chased after it and landed on Lu Linyuan's shoulder!
"You are here too."
Lu Linyuan smiled.
The saplings trembled slightly, as if responding.
Previous life.
They met each other in a short while and fought together for a lifetime, and were the closest partners.
this life.
The same is true!
In the sky, the sword intent cut through the sky and whistled by. Wherever he passed, countless monks in the sword-storming city were stunned!
Sword cultivator?
In Jiancheng, there are so many sword cultivators?
I'm blind?
Gu Han ignored them at all, as fast as a stream of light!
Target, Sword Pool!
...
Compared to the outer city.
The inner city is much smaller. It is not so much a city as a huge palace that covers a vast area!
The city wall is thousands of feet high.
The city body is square, and above the city head, there are endless cultivators who patrol the city coming and going. The lowest cultivation level is also the Xiaoyao Realm!
Among the blue and black bricks.
There was a faint golden light, which was obviously different from the materials used to build the outer city.
Above the city wall.
There are complex red and golden patterns everywhere, which faintly transform into a magic circle.
There seems to be magma flowing in the pattern.
It kept flowing down the city wall, and the temperature was so high that even the space was faintly distorted wherever it passed.
A series of passions gathered together.
Through a strange formation, it gathered in a dark round pool hundreds of miles away from the city!
The fire flows in the pool.
Under the fire flow, there was a pool of gold liquid, colorful, as if it was generated after various materials melted.
Surrounding the pool.
Long or short, wide or narrow, standing or downward, straight or oblique... full of swords!
It's dense.
The number is so large that it is hard to count!
only.
Intact, only a few, most of these swords were incomplete, some were left with only half of the sword body, and some were left with only a small piece of sword hilt... More, but even
The body no longer exists, and turns into a stream of gold liquid, gathering in the pool.
Sword Pool!
The temperature here is extremely high.
Even the monks in the Xiaoyao Realm dare not get too close to each other. Only the occasional wailing sound of sword spirits vaguely illustrates the essence of this place.
Sword Pool!
A figure came from afar.
He was dressed in a vegetarian dress, with white hair and a calm face, a straight waist like a sword, and his eyes were full of solemnity and determination.
Under the fiery fire.
It made his figure look a little distorted.
It is Yuan Zhengyang!
"kindness?"
Outside the Sword Transformation Pool, several monks guarding here instantly discovered his traces, and were in amazement.
"Who is it!"
"This is the sword pool, which deacon under the Heavenly General are you? What are you doing here!"
"Have you ever reported it!"
“…”
Yuan Zhengyang refused to answer.
The speed seemed slow, but in just a few breaths, I had already arrived in front of the guards.
"Sword Slave?"
Several people instantly recognized Yuan Zhengyang's identity, and their expressions changed and they started to scold him!
"Little Sword Slave!"
"The humble thing!"
"This is also where you can come? Who is your master? You can't even look down on a sword slave. What a waste!"
Swearing.
Several guards came over,
Yuan Zhengyang paused.
"Sword Cultivator, Yuan Zhengyang."
He said lightly: "Come on, get the sword!"
boom!
The words fell.
A thick sword intent as thick as a mountain suddenly rose from him and fell towards several monks!
then.
Gu Han fought with Lingya. With his deep accumulation, he broke through to the Xiaoyao Realm. In recent years, he had wandered with Chongming and was able to gain great experiences!
As Yun Jiansheng said.
Some people accumulate strength and become successful late, and Yuan Zhengyang is a typical example!
His qualifications are average.
The talent of swordsmanship is also average.
With perseverance and perseverance and tenacity of only one sword for ten thousand years, the accumulation finally saw the effect. In just over ten years, it has already broken through to the realm of the heaven!
Bang bang bang bang!
The sword intent was like a mountain, but his figure was like a sharp sword, instantly passing by several guards!
Plop!
Several corpses fell to the ground!
"There is movement!"
"How did I realize the breath of the sword cultivator!"
"Go! Go and have a look!"
“…”
The movement here instantly alarmed the other guards and they all came to check it out.
Yuan Zhengyang seemed to have not realized it.
After taking one step, I have arrived in the Sword Transformation Pool.
The hot stream of fire is rolling.
His kick ignited, burning his white hair and eyebrows, but he seemed to have not realized it.
Looking at the densely packed broken swords.
A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
The heavy sword intent of the body continued to spread, trembling slightly, as if calling for something faintly!
For a moment.
The broken swords with some spirituality remained in the sword-making pool trembled one after another, but then fell into silence again.
Yuan Zhengyang.
Not their master.
"Sorry."
A hint of apology flashed in Yuan Zhengyang's eyes.
I understand in my heart.
The sword is purer than humans. The master of these swords has broken his sword heart and his will have been wiped out, turning into a slave puppet, but these swords still maintain a bit of sharpness!
"I'm not your master."
"I can't help you."
Sigh lightly.
He continued to search despite the many guards who had arrived behind him.
Sudden!
He seemed to sense something, and a trace of splendor flashed in his eyes!
"Finally found!"
The words fell.
A broadsword that had been broken most of the broken sword roared!
Start with broadsword.
The domineering desire swept over, burning his flesh and blood to turn into a charred black.
But he didn't feel the pain.
boom!
He waved heavily behind him, and an unparalleled sword intent that was almost as storm as the sky swept across. Dozens of guards screamed and their bodies burst into pieces!
Finished this.
He looked at half of the broad sword, laughing sadly, and felt a little relieved in the sadness.