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Chapter 877

Today, there are many people in the Wuliangjian sect. In addition to the more than 20,000 female disciples of the sect, there are also more than 30,000 disciples of other sects who are mixed with dragons and snakes.

The so-called disciples of the outer sect are the nineteen sects of various sizes that are attached to the Wuliang Sword Sect. There are nearly 60,000 people, and they are crowded into the white marble square, with pairs of eyes all looking towards the Demon Slaying Platform.

On Tianjian Mountain, on the Demon Slaying Platform, Jiang Jianying, a young man in white, looked to the east. There was an enemy there.

"Wang Wanguo, when you killed me back then, did you ever think of today?" Jiang Jianying murmured, her slender eyes like two long and narrow heavenly knives, extremely sharp.

More than two hundred years ago, Jiang Jianying, as the leader, led dozens of casual cultivators to rush into the ancient ruins of the World Mountain without hesitation for a bright future.

With the blessing of heaven, the group of people got a supreme sword scripture. Unfortunately, people who share the same suffering cannot share the happiness.

Others believed that the Supreme Sword Scripture was too arcane and difficult to master, so they might as well hand it over to the five top sects at the time in exchange for considerable rewards.

But Jiang Jianying didn't think so. His talent was not among the geniuses, but his character was persevering. He was confident that he could become famous all over the world, and he led dozens of casual cultivators at the time to establish a sect.

The difference in philosophy caused Jiang Jianying to break up with dozens of casual cultivators. On that day, he first appeased the casual cultivators and promised to exchange sword scriptures for reward. At dusk, this young man killed everyone with one sword.

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Relying on the Supreme Sword Scripture, Jiang Jianying soared into the sky and reached the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir in just ten years.yyls

The high-spirited young man in white founded the Wuliang Sword Sect in Tianjian Mountain and became an instant success.

At that time, the five top sects in the Xuanling world, Tiandao Sect, Tianyao Sect, Holy Spirit Sect, and Zi Zi Sect, were four behemoths who were in fierce conflict over their interests and had no time to care. Only Wang Wanguo, the Xuanmo Sect with the deepest foundation, had a long-term vision.

, I saw the extremely terrifying resilience of the emerging force of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

That year, Wang Wanguo mobilized the Xuan Mo Sect to fight against the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Even though Jiang Jianying had gone to the eastern part of the Xuanling Realm before, knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Wanguo, and promised to be attached to the Xuanmo Sect, it could not change the determination of Wang Wanguo, a giant.

When Wang Wanguo met Jiang Jianying for the first time, he was very sure that the young man in white was not the kind of wolf who was willing to live under others.

A wolf can be more tolerant than anyone else when he is not in power, but when he is in power, he will be crueler than anyone else.

War is inevitable!

The Wuliang Sword Sect was defeated miserably, tens of thousands of disciples were all killed, and the blood stained the Canglan River red.

As for Jiang Jianying, she was chased by Wang Wanguo, escaped from a desperate situation, and fled overseas without a trace.

One year, ten years, thirty years...until a period of time later, the boy in white came back to the world. He succeeded and became half-step with Wang Wanguo, Zhu Shiji, Xia Houyuan, Wan Sheng and Bai Jiutian.

The giant of Nascent Soul.

In Tianjian Mountain, the Wuliang Sword Sect was reborn from the ashes. This time, Wang Wanguo did not have the strength to turn his hands into clouds and rain twice, and could only watch helplessly as a beast awakened.

No one knows how Jiang Jianying, who was at the peak of the Golden Core, escaped from Wang Wanguo, who was half-step Nascent Soul, at the end of that tragic war.

On the demon-slaying platform, the young man in white looked at the Canglan River thousands of meters away. The river was surging and magnificent.

Two hundred years ago, dozens of people rushed towards the terrifying figure surrounded by billowing magic mist, and blew themselves up one after another, just to buy time for their sword master to escape.

Their blood dyed the river red, and the sun that day was scarlet.

‘Sword Master, don’t let the sacrifices of your brothers go to waste. Even if you have to survive, you should still live well.’ This was the roar of a disciple before his death, which shocked the world. Two hundred years later, Jiang Jianying still dared not forget it.

Two hundred years ago, Jiang Jianying kowtowed to Wang Wanguo three times in front of so many people in the main hall of the Xuan Mo Sect, like a dog. Unfortunately, it could not change the determination of that hero.

Two hundred years later, Jiang Jianying became the first giant to advance to the Yuanying realm in a thousand years. His flames of revenge were destined to burn the Xuan Mo Sect to ashes.

"Jiang Jianying has not forgotten the 11,377 disciples who died. Today, I want the Xuan Mo Sect to shed blood!"

The boy in white took a few steps forward and came to the edge of the Demon-Slaying Platform. Below, in the white marble square, more than 60,000 people were all excited, looking at the immortal in their hearts.

"Everyone, come with me to conquer the world!" Jiang Jianying's voice was like the clash of gold and iron, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.

More than 60,000 people, the noise was overwhelming!

Even Chu Manxian, the usually cold and aloof elder of the Wuliang Sword Sect, had a pretty face flushed at this moment, and there was unconcealable passion in his chest.

"Here comes the sword!" the young man in white shouted on the demon-slaying platform.

In a secluded courtyard of the Wuliang Sword Sect, a simple long sword hangs on the wall of an antique house.

At this moment, the long sword trembled violently, and then turned into a stream of light, rushed out of the window, and flew towards the boy in white.

The long sword is called "Star Reaching" and is worn by Jiang Jianying. It is a famous killing weapon in the Xuanling world.

"Today, the Immortal Mysterious Demon will never stop dying!" The young man with a long sword on his back was dressed fiercely in white, his black hair was dancing wildly, and his eyes were sharper than the sword's edge.

On this day, the strongest swordsman in the Xuanling Realm led more than 30,000 disciples from other sects, including 19 large and small sects, and rushed to the eastern part of the Xuanling Realm.

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The early spring sunshine shines on the rows of buildings in the white marble square. Chu Manxian is dressed in green clothes and dancing. Her long autumn eyes are looking towards the east with a trace of compassion.

"Great Elder, why doesn't the sword master let us go with him?" Xia Qianqian pouted on the side, a little unhappy.

Jiang Jianying took away more than 30,000 disciples from other sects, but did not take away even one disciple from his own sect.

"Qianqian, the sword master did this because he was afraid that you would be injured!"

Chu Manxian patiently explained to Xia Qianqian and said: "Disciples from the outer sect are a mixed bag, and there are all kinds of people. But these people are all without exception. They all surrender to the sword master for profit. You really think that our sword sect has been destroyed."

In the event of a disaster, will they come to the rescue?"

"No, they will just sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers and reap the benefits!"

"This time the sword master goes to the Xuan Mo Sect and the two factions fight, there will definitely be heavy casualties. Since they are going to die, why not kill the disciples of the outer sect?"

"Great Elder, Qian Qian understands!" Xia Qian Qian nodded lightly.

Chu Manxian sighed without leaving a trace, Xia Qianqian was really too naive, but Jiang Jianying passed the position of the next sword master to this little girl.

If there is no one to help, even if Xia Qianqian is extremely talented, hundreds of years later, the path of the Wuliang Sword Sect will come to an end.

The prosperity of a sect does not depend on innocence and kindness, but on cold-blooded and cruel methods.

Jiang Jianying in the Nascent Soul Realm is an immortal who descended to earth, and Wang Wanguo has no chance to turn around.

It's just a pity that the Xuan Mo Sect's 40,000 to 50,000 disciples will also be buried with him!


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