"Do you know!"

The young man stared at the big man with an excited and ecstatic face, and asked seriously: "How much time, how much energy, and how much effort did I spend growing these vegetables?"

boom!

As he spoke, the black sword trembled, and a sharp and sharp intention fell again. Before the big man could stand upright, he was once again knocked into the ground on the spot. This time, even his head was not exposed!

Almost.

The young man ordered him to die on the spot.

Bottom of the pit.

There was a flash of blood in the seven orifices of the big man, and he was stunned. The excitement and ecstasy in his eyes gradually disappeared, but he was still mumbling to himself.

The young man frowned again.

Slowly walking to the edge of the pit, he knelt down and said quietly: "I'll ask, you answer."

"right!"

The big man said to himself: "That's how it should be!"

The young man asked: "Who are you?"

"That's right!"

The big man nodded and said: "This is the power that a one-word sword should have!"

"Where are you from?"

The young man held back his displeasure and asked again.

"Destroy all things, break the sky, shatter the heaven and earth!"

The big man didn't know what he was thinking of, and he sighed with emotion: "When a sword comes out, ghosts and gods are shocked! A one-word sword! I finally found a one-word sword!"

A simple question.

One answered happily.

One has lost all memory, and the other is so delirious that he can't even tell the difference between one, two, three, four, and five.

The communication between the two cannot be said to be very pleasant.

It can only be said that the donkey's lips are completely different from the horse's mouth, and they are not on the same channel at all.

The young man had a headache.

Fortunately, the familiarity from the depths of his memory gave him enough experience to deal with such people.

so……

He changed his entry point.

"What is the one-word sword you are talking about?"

"It's your sword!"

"mine?"

The young man frowned and asked in confusion: "Have you seen it before?"

"Seen it!"

The big man became excited again: "Xuantian Sword Monument! The sword on the sword monument is the Yizi Sword! It is the ultimate swordsmanship that all of us are looking for!"

Xuantian Sword Monument!

The young man's expression was shocked, and he suddenly thought of the memories that had been awakened before!

It is inseparable from the Xuantian Sword Monument!

"How do you know about the Xuantian Sword Monument?"

"I?"

The big man was stunned for a moment, seemed to have thought of something, and said subconsciously: "Of course I know!"

"Merely incompetent!"

A ray of clarity suddenly flashed in his eyes. He was at the bottom of the pit, but his tiger body was standing straight. He cupped his hands towards the young man and said solemnly: "I am the eighth-generation swordsman of the Xuantian Sword Sect, who worships Wanshan!"

Just finished.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes again.

Who is the Yashiro swordsman?

Chongwanshan, who is it?

He scratched his big head and looked puzzled: "Why does it sound familiar?"

"..."

The young man said nothing, but his expression was a little more shocked!

"What a coincidence."

He pointed at himself and said seriously: "It's just a mere incompetence. He seems to be the swordsman of the tenth generation of the Xuantian Sword Sect."

Big man: "?"

For a while.

The two generations of Xuantian Sword Masters looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes. One didn't know who he was, and the other didn't know his last name. They were both lost in thought.

suddenly!

The two of them seemed to have thought of something and spoke at the same time.

"Are you the Yashiro swordsman?"

"Are you the Judai Swordsman?"

Just finished.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

In the middle, there seems to be a ninth-generation sword head missing?

…

Later generations.

Summer and cold alternate, the sun and moon rotate, and nearly a hundred years have passed since Tangtang went out for training.

Although the robber is lurking.

But the power of tribulation has quietly spread across all realms, and the number of tribulation spirits has increased tens of millions of times compared to before.

The changes were silent.

Only a very few people can notice it.

Except for the great will!

From the beginning to the end, he clearly sensed all this, but the catastrophe came from all living beings, and the tribulation master was just the embodiment of the source of the tribulation. Even if he found them, he was unable to eliminate this disaster!

The calamity of all living beings.

Naturally, it requires sentient beings to figure it out!

The beginning of the era.

He was the only witness and person who experienced the battle between Gu Han and Luo Wannian, and he was well aware of Gu Han's methods and abilities.

Because of this.

Only then came the plan to train Liu Xingchen to be the savior.

Can……

The plan failed and he was slapped in the face.

It also made him realize the reality.

This world.

No one can follow Gu Han's path, and he has no ability to create another Gu Han!

In desperation.

He could only settle for the next best thing, and work even more crazily to improve the strength of all living beings. He spread out all kinds of mystical secrets as if they were free of charge, and the geniuses and monsters sprung up like mushrooms after a rain!

Just instinct told him.

In fact, the effect of doing so is not very great. If the catastrophe could be dealt with so easily, he would not have fallen into a deep sleep due to serious injuries at the beginning of the era.

More crucial.

There are not one but three tribulation lords coming this time, which is far beyond what this world can bear!

Over a hundred years.
To be continued...