Chapter 247 Before the mountains and rivers, eleven swords!
More than two years have passed, and the chaos caused by Su Xuan has not stopped, but has become more chaotic.
The righteous path is in danger, the hidden forces are about to move, and the evil spirits seem to be agitated because of Su Xuan.
After all, if Su Xuan becomes stronger, it means that the evil side becomes stronger.
At least that's what they thought, but in the end they didn't make any big moves. After all, the Eastern Wasteland was too dangerous and they needed to be cautious.
The evil spirits today are not as rampant as in ancient times, but are as cunning as foxes.
The Burying Heaven Sect is in ruins, and the ruins of Guangming Hill are gone... The leader of Bai Feng Qingluan Sect, Juwu, Xunhuang, the leader of Hades Immortal Sect, and others are all dead. They are like the eliminated people of the old era, being ruthlessly swept away
.
Mysterious medicine alchemy sect, the black and white chess palace does not care about good or evil.
At this moment, there is only one Shanhe Sword Sect that is still flourishing.
However, even though there is very little righteousness on the surface, the evil spirits are not easily moved. They just scream in the dark, as if whoever touches them is their grandson.
According to them, the evil master is still going to take action, so they can do it.
Wu Dian is still there, they are making a move.
Donghuang is so dangerous, they can't even make a move.
So even though the atmosphere in the Eastern Wasteland is becoming more and more depressing, a lot fewer people are dying every day.
The righteous path is too panicked, the demonic path is too stubborn, and the hidden forces are just ready to move. This is probably the current situation in the Eastern Wasteland.
However, many people know that this status quo will be broken when the Martial Palace and the Demon Realm are unsealed.
Many people speculate that the closure of the two places this time is to welcome the great future! White Phoenix Qingluan Sect.
Qingfeng also came back rarely.
She was a little reluctant, Tiannan was so fun.
Dabai, Monkey, Mu Xiaochan and the others are always interesting, and the newly arrived Yu Xiaoqing and Qingfeng are also very pleasing to the eye and want to stay and play with them all their lives.
However, Xuanniiao gave the order to die and came back this time for a secret spiritual transformation, so Qingfeng had no choice but to come back reluctantly.
Seeing Qingfeng's appearance, Liu Hanyan was angry, while Xuanniao laughed in anger.
"You little bastard, you're not happy to come back, are you?"
Xuanniao couldn't help but said.
Qingfeng rolled her eyes, not bothering to quibble, but just smiled disdainfully.
She learned this from Yu Xiaoqing. When she can't defeat the opponent, she doesn't say anything and looks at the opponent with this look.
"I almost regret letting that boy Su Xuan kidnap you."
Seeing this gangster-like expression, Xuanniiao said angrily.
When Qingfeng heard this, she immediately protested unwillingly.
What is abduction?
Do you understand what they call each other's sympathy?
Seeing this, Xuanniao was speechless.
Liu Hanyan also kept scolding Su Xuan for being nothing.
"Okay, that's it."
Xuanniao shook his head helplessly and continued: "It's a pity that Bai Feng can't wake up yet..." Thinking of this.
Xuanniao couldn't help scolding: "Damn Su Xuan, let him take the stone statue back and take my words as a fart?"
There was a moment of silence.
"He's making such a big fuss, will everything be okay?"
Finally, Liu Hanyan couldn't help but say, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.
She has thought a lot over the years. Although she cannot agree with many of Su Xuan's actions, it is undeniable that Su Xuan is not a heinous person after all.
"It depends on fate, I can't help him in this matter."
Xuanniiao sighed, how could he have thought of the current situation in the past?
...Shanhe Sword Sect.
Bitter cold is rarely found in bitter cold places.
It's already winter now.
The originally desolate land is still lush with vegetation, green mountains and green waters.
The snow is falling heavily, but it cannot fall in this bitter cold place.
All these changes are due to Xiahou Longhu.
The monks of the Jianzong were very grateful to Xiahou Longhu for what he had done. After all, no one naturally likes to endure hardship.
No one in Jian Zong will question the transformation of the bitter cold land, because those who questioned have disappeared.
The deeper you go, the richer the spiritual energy becomes, and the palace buildings become more majestic.
The originally mottled Sword Palace in the deepest part has become as majestic as a mountain and as magnificent as jade.
The military envoy sat at the top with an indifferent expression.
He was very unhappy during this period.
Because two years have passed, the disciple's revenge has not been avenged, and he has been away from the Holy Sect of the Martial Palace for too long.
Although the military envoy has a connection with the Holy Sect of the Martial Palace, and the Sword Sect is actually not very far from the Martial Palace, there is still a hidden danger.
If a strong man from the Martial Palace were to find out, a scolding would be indispensable.
"Xiahou Longhu, it's been two years, why hasn't the evil master come yet? Are you kidding me?"
The military envoy spoke coldly.
Xiahou Longhu looked calm and bowed slightly: "You should know that I dare not show any disrespect to you.
Don't worry, he will be here soon."
"Hmph, you better be more reliable this time!"
The military envoy snorted coldly, but did not dwell too much on the matter.
Although he was unhappy, he had gained a lot of benefits in the past two years in Sword Sect.
Xiahou Longhu nodded with a smile and looked into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming colder.
The Demonic Domain of Martial Palace is about to be unsealed. With Su Xuan’s current character...he will definitely come! It will be in the center of the bitter cold land of the Sword Sect.
On the left side of here are the many sword tombs, which are monuments and mausoleums built for sword cultivators who have great reputation and contributions in the sword sects of the past dynasties.
The Sword Tomb is also nearby.
On the right are sword altars, where sword cultivators from the Sword Sect explain the practice of swordsmanship! In the past, this place was extremely clean. At that time, most of the Kuhan sword cultivators were practicing hard. Even if they had questions, they would ask their masters, and they rarely knew how to practice.
Come here.
But now that there are more people in the Sword Sect, the place has naturally become extremely lively.
Many sword cultivators like to come here to discuss the practice of swordsmanship, and there are many who want to show off and compare.
In the early years, Xiahou Longhu strongly advocated this kind of collective practice and exchange of knowledge and experience.
He even arranged a reward. As long as he can get enough recognition in the sword world, he can build a sword mausoleum for himself when he gets old.
This matter benefits the next generation and the ethnic group, so many swordsmen like to join in this.
The Duanmu King's Tomb has emerged from the ancient sword land.
No one knows what the strength of Duanmu King's Tomb is at this moment, because after coming out of the sword field, the sword robe marks on Duanmu King's Tomb have dimmed a lot, and the people have completely become low-key.
He stays at the sword altar all year round, explaining the theory of swordsmanship to some young swordsmen.
Seeing this, many of the sword sect's geniuses felt that the Duanmu King's Tomb had fallen into decay, and the marks on the sword robes would disappear sooner or later.
Duanmu Prince's Tomb did not take it seriously.
When he was young, his father asked him to aim at building a sword mausoleum.
He should be able to get it at his fingertips at this moment, but it is meaningless, after all, his home is gone.
"A swordsman needs to think twice about whether he feels guilty when wielding a sword, whether his heart is pure, and what the meaning of practicing swordsmanship is.
When you are first practicing swordsmanship, you can focus on practicing the moves to match the sword, but you must think more about it in the future, so that you can become an indomitable swordsman..." Duanmu Wangling said softly, he was not like a swordsman at this moment.
More like a teacher.
There were many figures in front of him, mostly teenagers.
Some of them are newly recruited disciples of the Sword Sect, and some are creatures from the ancient city outside the bitter cold land.
They can also come here after being invited by Jian Zong.
Normally, the geniuses of the Sword Sect would not care about them. Although the Duanmu Prince's Tomb looked down and out, it was still wearing a sword robe, so it would naturally attract these young men.
Listening to what Duanmu Wang Ling said, many young people were a little disappointed. What they wanted to hear was the cultivation techniques and swordsmanship techniques, not these empty principles.
However, there were a few teenagers who listened carefully.
Duanmu Wangling didn't take it seriously either. Everyone was like this. He couldn't force everyone to listen to him.
What's more, when you're young, you rarely have the patience to lose your temper.
He just hopes to find some young people who can become real swordsmen among these young men.
"I am determined to reshape the mountains and rivers. The older generation has become rotten, so let's start from the younger generation."
Duanmu Wang Ling thinks so.
"Haha, Prince Duanmu, you don't know how to practice swordsmanship yourself, so what qualifications do you have to teach others? You are misleading others!"
In the distance, a young man in sword robe laughed.
Duanmu Wangling ignored him, and his mood became more and more peaceful over the years.
A swordsman...should not only be sharp, but also have a broad mind that tolerates everything.
"I heard that he went to besiege and kill the evil master, that is, Jian Beichen.
Things started to go wrong from that point on!”
Someone sneered.
"Evil Lord!"
When everyone heard this, their expressions turned cold.
"The evil master is rampant and causing trouble, which is simply a shame to our Sword Sect."
"If he dares to return to the Sword Sect, he must look good!"
"Other forces cannot suppress him, but our Sword Sect has tens of thousands of sword cultivators, so we will be able to suppress him easily!"
They scolded one after another.
The deaths of Jian Jiukuang, Jian Jiusi and other ancestors, and the murders of Nangong, Mu Qingwan and other sword robes have made most sword cultivators in the Sword Sect hate Su Xuan deeply.
Listening to everyone's filthy words, Prince Duanmu lowered his head and smiled a little.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, otherwise you won't be able to eat and walk around!"
Many sword robes began to scold the group of teenagers.
Their faces turned pale, and they took a careful look at the Duanmu King's Tomb. Seeing that he was silent with his head lowered, they thought for a moment and walked away silently.
There are only a few teenagers left.
The place suddenly became deserted.
The sword-robed men laughed and ignored them.
"Senior Brother Duanmu, was the Evil Lord really a disciple of my Sword Sect before?"
A young girl quietly walked to the Tomb of Prince Duanmu.
Her name is Luo Luo.
Duanmu Wang Ling raised his head and smiled gently.
The girl's qualifications are not very high, and her background is not good, but what is rare is that she has a pure heart, and she is one of the most promising young disciples of the Duanmu King's Tomb in recent years.
"Yes."
He nodded slightly.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I heard that the Evil Lord used to be the strongest sword robe in our Sword Sect. Is he stronger than Senior Brother Nangong?"
a young man asked.
"Stupid, Senior Brother Nangong was killed by the evil lord, why do you still need to ask?"
Luo Luo despises.
The young man blushed, muttered a few times, and stopped talking.
Duanmu Wangling laughed: "Senior Jian Beichen has a belief that ordinary people cannot match."
“If you have strong faith, will you be powerful?”
Luo Luo asked.
"That's right, Jian Beichen's cultivation qualifications back then were actually very poor and he was considered a waste.
But he has the world in his heart and his faith is as high as the sky. He went through countless hardships and finally cultivated the body of the holy sword."
Duanmu Wang Ling replied softly, looking at the young men in front of him, his eyes full of expectation.
He continued: "In the future, you can practice swordsmanship slower than others, but you must have your own beliefs, such as saving the common people, or strengthening the sword sect..." "We can't achieve such a big ambition."
They stick out their tongues.
"Strong people don't know at the beginning that they will be unparalleled in the future. No one can judge that you should be small or not dazzling, and you should not underestimate yourself."
Duanmu King’s Tomb Road.
Several young men were shocked and their eyes were a little excited. The words of Prince Duanmu Ling gave them great encouragement.
"What about Senior Brother Duanmu, what is your belief?"
Luo Luo asked curiously.
Duanmu Wang Ling paused and just smiled gently. Luo Luo and the others did not see the blazing fire deep in his eyes.
He looked into the distance with hope on his face.
Senior, Wang Ling looks forward to your return.
...To the east of Jian Zong, there is a plain with no limit to the horizon at a glance.
Over the years, only a few barbarians have thrived here.
However, with the development of the Sword Sect and the establishment of surrounding cities and kingdoms, this vast plain was gradually replaced by towering ancient cities, palaces and pavilions.
This day.
Su Xuan, who had changed into cloth clothes, slowly walked from a distance.
He walked very slowly, like an ordinary person.
However, there is a sword box, a scabbard, and a long sword behind him. Although it is difficult to see clearly, it shows that he is extraordinary.
Su Xuan walked step by step, as if measuring the land.
One footprint after another is deeply imprinted on this familiar land that has been gone for a long time.
Su Xuan used to walk here with his sword, but there were no traces of it.
Gradually.
Su Xuan crossed the mountains, crossed the rivers, stayed away from the desolate plains, passed through the brand-new sword tower, and saw the ancient city like a giant beast.
The soft black earth is covered with bluestone slabs.
The desolation of the plains is dispersed by the prosperity of the streets.
In the past, there were only mountains and rivers in the bitter cold land, but now there are not only cities and palaces, but also countless creatures.
The Jian Zong inside was even more unfamiliar.
Under a city gate.
Su Xuan looked up and stood there for a long time like a fool.
In the eyes of many people, Su Xuan is undoubtedly a weirdo.
If it weren't for the weird aura behind him, someone would probably have pushed him out of the way.
Suddenly.
Su Xuan took a step back, grabbed a handful of black soil and stuffed it into his arms.
The black soil of such a large mountain and river sword sect seems to be the same as before.
This move seemed stupid to many people, but at this moment no one dared to show a hint of ridicule.
Because when Su Xuan bent down, the hazy light behind him fluctuated, slightly revealing a terrifying long sword.
Everyone was stunned.
Su Xuan then walked in with his strength.
"The homeland is not old, the bitter cold is not cold, I will kill it with my sword."
On this day, Su Xuan came to the Sword Sect with eleven swords on his back, asking questions about the sword and his past life!