Lin Luo returned to the inn, and Liu Qi chose to say goodbye just after a little greeting. He saw that the Sword Saint was in seclusion in the sword world and practiced in seclusion. He needed to take care of other important things in the sword mo.

The Momen were kneeling down and leaving the sect leader to retreat, and obeying the orders of the sect leader to enter the sword tomb.

After lifting the black gauze tent, after joining the Mo Sect to choose his own sword when he went out, all the Mo people entered the second time that they were fascinated by the sword monument - Jianmo Sword Tomb.

Recalling the past when I entered the sword tomb, the sect was magnificent, with countless ink swords standing on the ground, deserted and without any grass, but it gave people a sense of solemnity and could not afford any blasphemy.

But when they lifted the curtains again, the scene in front of them could not be associated with the word forbidden.

Thousands of new and old ink swords on the ground were no longer on the ground. Several terrible deep sword seals on the ground, as well as countless muds that were opened by the sword tomb. The brazier in the center of the sword tomb, which has been seldom stopped, fell on the ground, and the Zhurong giant sword, which the sword saint rarely takes action in, was gone. The entire sword tomb was devastated, like the battlefield after a war, with destruction and sorrow everywhere.

"Is this the forbidden area I came in before?" Someone trembled and his hands were trembling.

"Look!" Someone in the crowd looked to the thatched cottage, but found that there were countless broken swords inserted on the vertical cliff beside the thatched cottage, and some fell to the ground, but all of them were broken, and even broken into several pieces.

This is...this is their sword!

Everyone exclaimed, except for the sword they carried with them, the ink swords of the entire sword tomb, which completely sank into the cliff, leaving only the hilt and swallowing mouth, all of which were sank into the extremely hard rocks, densely filled with people who were dizzy to watch.

Countless swords on the ground shattered into several pieces, emitting a cold light under the scorching sun, shivering.

"Can we say that all our swords are shattered and can't be found?" Looking at the fragments all over the ground and the Mo Jian that was penetrated into the cliff, let alone recognizing his sword, even if we recognize it, it is absolutely impossible to pull out the Mo Jian from the cliff.

When Lin Luo was in power, the domineering sword energy pierced into the cliff in one fell swoop. It can be said that the ink sword was already integrated on the cliff. Unless the force could be evenly covered on the sword body, the sword would be drawn out and shattered.

Everyone looked at each other, standing there, wondering what to do. All the close-fitting swords were destroyed, and they were still hoping to get the sword back. Looking at this mess, let alone getting the sword back, it was already considered to be able to recognize the "corpse" of the sword.

Thousands of swords were broken here, and the name of the sword tomb is truly worthy of.

In addition to being shocked, everyone remembered the leader Lin who used the Wanjian Guizong to use that move. His seemingly weak body and age, he could not imagine that such a majestic move would be emitted from such a body. The Wanjian, the sword and the ink sword tomb itself, had no ten thousand or eight thousand, and controlled more than eight thousand swords to attack. Just looking at the power of the ones that were buried in the cliff, you can imagine the style of the Wanjian Guizong to be launched at the same time.

In the hearts of all Mozhe, they believed that Master Lin was competing with the sect leader, but they would never think that Lin Luo would defeat the sect leader with the sect leader with the sect leader. Even if it was spread, no one would believe it. The gap between the sword saint and the sword master was as big as a chasm. Even the sword saint could kill dozens of sword masters in an instant with one finger.

But this adds to Cao Qiudao's sense of guilt. Failure is not scary, but the most terrifying thing is that it makes people feel guilty and makes Cao Qiudao feel like he owe others. This heretic emotion constantly interferes with Cao Qiudao's mental cultivation and destroys his sword intent and sword heart. So after Lin Luo left, he immediately chose to break through the void and enter the sword world to devote himself to practicing in order to eliminate the interference caused by this negative emotion.

Lin Luo returned to the inn, and Yu Yunxin took good care of him and asked, "How do you feel when A Luo went to see the Double Saint today?"

Lin Luo raised the corner of his mouth and curled his nose with his mouth: "I have reached a favorable and harmless agreement with Yansheng. I will tell you when the time is right."

"Then when it comes to meeting with Cao Jiansheng, you both are masters of swords, so you must have gained a lot, right?" asked Yu Yunxin.

Lin Luo smiled evilly, and his deep smile made people unable to guess.

"I have a fight with Cao Qiudao."

"A Luo competed with the Sword Saint for a match. Wasn't he injured? That's right, the Sword Saint has a proper position and will definitely not hurt you." Yu Yunxin was extremely nervous at first, then said with a foolish smile.

"I broke Cao Qiudao's hat. If that's right, I should win."

"What, what! Aluo, you won the Sword Saint?" Yu Yunxin covered her mouth and widened her eyes, looking disbelief.

Lin Luo pretended to be serious and continued, "To be precise, I won Cao Qiudao, who is at the level of a martial artist."

"Aluo, you are so awesome. Even a sword saint at the level of a martial arts master, you will definitely not be able to win by defeating."

Looking at the cheerful appearance of Yu Yunxin, Lin Luo felt sweet in his heart and asked, "Yunxin, aren't you afraid that I'll say this to comfort you?"

Yu Yunxin shook her head, and the faint fragrance at the ends of her hair was charming: "A Luo is absolutely, absolutely, I will never lie to me!" Lin Luo's mind swayed, hugged Yunxin tightly in his arms, and murmured in his low voice: "You are the best."

The conversation between the two of them was understood and did not explain it to the outside world. In fact, even if they said it out, no one would believe it except Lin Luo's fans.

At night, the disciples returned and after enjoying their last dinner in the inn, they had a little rectification. The master and apprentice began to set off on their way home. The Qilu embroidery brought to Aunt Zhao, the various fine wines prepared for Butler Zhao, and the small gifts for other outer disciples were also filled with a large carriage.

When Lin Luo left the city, Xun Qing, Yi Shisan Mie and Liu Qi were also present as soon as possible and sent Lin Luo out of Linzi City. Although Liu Qi could roughly guess what happened after the Guanjian Tomb was defeated, after all, both the Religious and Yin-Yang families sent someone to come, and no one in the Momen came forward, which would only increase the speculations of outsiders.

After Lin Luo left, Liu Qi hinted that the Mozhe would spread the scene he saw in the sword tomb and the so-called Wanjian Guizong and the Sword Saint to compete with the Sword Saint. No one would think that the Sword Saint had a new defeat, but everyone would know that Master Lin had a shocking sword technique, named Wanjian Guizong, and his palms were used to control Wanjian, and his weapon was majestic and majestic!

Less than two days after Lin Luo left, Lin Luo's name sounded again as the Mohist travelers walked around the world.

But this time, it really resounded throughout Qilu and was truly famous.

One hand of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. Although everyone did not see it, you can also get a glimpse of the appearance from the walker's mouth. Control the Ten Thousand Swords in your hand, like a powerful crossbow of Qin, and a flying locust. It is said that ordinary sword weapons can be under the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect of the Leader Lin, and can be opened up mountains and cracked stones, like a god's help!

The two words before Lin Luo left also became Lin Luo’s iconic symbol, and even surpassed the name of “Two Swords of Poetry and Swords” accumulated over the years.

Returning to the original martial arts, Zong Yuan has made great achievements.
Chapter completed!