Yuan Zhengyang and Chongming traveled through Xuji. It took only ten years to break through to the Tongtian Realm.
If nothing unexpected happens.
With accumulating strength and making efforts, today, not only does he return to the state of unity, but his breakthrough in the state of infinite state is still not a big problem.
But he met someone from Zhenjiancheng.
His path to promotion was also interrupted.
He looked at the broken sword in his hand and felt a little sad.
The Tibetan sword has followed him for many years.
It was when he heard Yun Jiansheng's words and made up his mind to step into the sword path, and he spent all his money to find Ou Ye, the first swordsman in the Xuantian Realm at that time, who was the first swordsman in Xuantian Realm.
It was just a prototype at first.
Later, after a long period of time, it took a lot of effort to increase, decrease, repair and repair, and to achieve what it is today.
Looking at the broken sword in my hand.
He seemed to see his former self.
He knew he was stupid.
So you only practice one sword in your life.
A broad sword with hidden edges.
He also waved it billions of times.
While accompanying him silently for many years, he also witnessed his growth and turned into a continuation of his sword intent.
"Old man."
"It's been a long time for you to wait."
The big hand gently stroked the broken sword.
The hot sword body burned his skin and flesh, but he seemed to have not realized it, and his eyes were full of nostalgia.
Buzz!
The Tibetan sword trembled slightly, and the remaining spirituality came with a cheerful and cheerful voice, as if responding to him.
boom!
His eyes turned.
He looked at the inner city far away, and the sword hidden in his hand fell heavily. A heavy domineering sword intent, which was as thick as the sky, soaring into the sky, tearing apart the boundless intent in the sword-transforming pool!
"Old man, let's go!"
The words fell.
Yuan Zhengyang's figure disappeared from the spot instantly.
Behind.
Countless broken swords trembled lightly, and the sword spirits whine together. A desolate feeling filled the sword pool, as if they were sending farewell to each person and his sword in this special way.
The abnormal movement lasted for only a moment.
Then it fell completely silent.
Zangfeng waited for his master, but they probably couldn't wait for this day.
...
Thousands of feet away from the inner city.
Yuan Zhengyang fell down.
The Tibetan sword has been in the sword-making pool for many years. Although it has not been completely melted, the sword body also has endless passion, which is extraordinary. In just a moment, the flesh and blood of his hand holding the sword disappeared, revealing his white bones.
But he didn't care at all, even though he was only bones left, his hand holding the sword was as stable as ever!
Above the city.
The guards also discovered his traces again.
"Sword Slave?"
“Where did it come from?”
"What a courage!"
"Don't care about him! He dared to trek into the sword pool. It seems that we are too kind to these sword slaves! Take him down! Teach him the rules!"
“…”
Accompanied by the shouts and scoldings.
Front of the city wall.
Dozens of figures flew towards him quickly. The one with the lowest cultivation level was also the Xiaoyao Realm, and the highest was the peak of several Tongtian Realm!
In the blink of an eye.
Dozens of guards have come to him!
"Take it!"
Boom boom boom boom!
Dozens of powers of laws gathered together, with great power and instantly landed on Yuan Zhengyang!
Yuan Zhengyang's face was calm.
Gently raise half of the hidden sword and swing it down heavily!
boom!
The sword intent is like a mountain, the sword momentum is like a mountain, and with an unparalleled power, it fell down with a bang, shattering the space and shattering the bodies of the guards.
"What!"
The rest of the guards who were guarding the city to watch the fun suddenly felt something was wrong!
How is that possible!
He is obviously just a ragged sword slave, and his cultivation is only in the early stage of Tongtian Realm, why is he so powerful?
On weekdays.
They were used to seeing those sword slaves who obeyed their own words and were like puppets, and they were at a loss when faced with this situation.
"what to do?"
"What a panic!"
A angrily voice came.
More than ten figures flew out of the city and landed on the top of the city. They were all in the infinite realm of cultivation, and the sleeves were covered with small swords!
The one in the lead.
More than seventy handles were embroidered!
The cultivation level is the highest among these people. With the flow of the power of the law, there is a faint trend of turning into a realm. Just half a step away from entering the realm of return!
Du Qiong!
The commander of the inner city of Zhenjian City.
Same.
He is also one of the nine heavenly generals, Du Xuan's younger brother!
"Meet the commander!"
Seeing that he was coming, the guards saluted one after another.
"What a noisy thing!"
Du Qiong said coldly: "If the city lord and several deputy city lords are ruined, you will be responsible for your death!"
"Just a sword slave in Tongtian realm."
His eyes turned.
It fell on Yuan Zhengyang in the distance, "It scared you into this way? It's ridiculous! I think you are staying in the inner city too safe!"
"Don't forget."
"Even the sword cultivator in the Return Realm, the city lord also suppressed a lot of them back then!"
Hearing words.
The guards were timid and were ashamed of their previous performance.
Yes Yes Yes Yes!
What's scary about a sword slave in the Tongtian realm?
"Grand Commander!"
A cultivator of the Infinite Realm said lightly: "You are here for a moment, I will destroy him!"
"Wait first."
Just as he was about to take action, he was stopped by Du Qiong.
The eyes turned again.
It fell on Yuan Zhengyang again.
Standing at the top of the city, he looked down with his hands on his back and said lightly: "Sword slave, report your name."
"Sword Cultivator, Yuan Zhengyang."
"Hara Zhengyang?"
When Du Qiong heard this name, a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly remembered some of the movements he heard when he was patrolling the inner city and passing by the city lord's mansion.
That chicken.
It seems that I have said this name many times!
"So it's you."
Thinking of this, he said expressionlessly: "I didn't expect that you have a great life and are still alive... Say it!"
"say what?"
"Last Word."
Du Qiong said indifferently: "My elder brother is kind-hearted. Before killing someone, there is a rule that the other party can leave his last words."
"I, the same is true!"
"Say your last words and die."
Everyone dared not speak.
Almost everyone in Zhenjian City knows the strange rules of the two brothers.
“…”
Yuan Zhengyang was silent for a moment.
"I've been in my life."
He whispered: "Not the amazing talents of his seniors and my junior brothers, no extraordinary qualifications of his peers, no opportunities for those lucky ones, and no luck for those who are lucky."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
"But, so what?"
His eyes turned and landed at his feet. He continued, "So what about ordinary? So what about ordinary? Others said I didn't walk far, and others said I couldn't be a sword cultivator, so I stopped going? So I stopped cultivating swords?"
"My way!"
"I left myself!"
"If I don't have the mountain, I will be the mountain! So what if I walk slowly? As long as I keep on the road...it's enough."
The words fell.
He took a step forward and walked towards the city, his face calm and his eyes calm.
Walking steadily and firmly.
Just like his life experience and qualifications, he has no talent for practicing swords. Others use running or even flying, but he can only use it to leave.
Every step.
They would leave a deep footprint on the bluestone ground, just like he waved the hidden sword countless times day and night, and every time he waved the sword, he put all his strength into it!
Being born like an ant, you should set a lofty ambition.
If your life is as thin as paper, you should have an unyielding heart.