Wow!

The wind started from Lingyu Mountain and entered at the gate of Xicheng. The grass swelled and the stones were ripped open, tearing a light sword mark on the earth.

Then, the thunder thunder was shaking the ground.

Outside the sword pillar smell array, it stretched for thousands of miles, and snowflakes swelled all over the sky, making people dazzled.

"this……"

Li You, the leader of the Yingui Sect, stood above Fusang City and watched the battle from afar.

At one moment, I felt the purple scales on my cheeks chill, as if some force was passing through my body and swept quickly to the rear.

She looked back suddenly.

The straight sword marks behind him flowed away like an electric snake.

From the earth, climb up the walls and houses, separate the low gravel mountains and go straight to the east.

...

"East!"

The camp of Shengfutu City, with Dan Sheng Lu Shi and the three men led by him, are further away from the battlefield and are almost at the east gate of Fusang City.

When I was sideways to make way for the sword marks, the sound of wind that brushed through my ears was gone, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared at the edge of the ghost Buddha realm.

The three of them looked at each other, suddenly realizing something, and their spines were numb.

"Qingju, in the East?"

"Yes, it seems like you are burying the sword tomb!"

...

The sea estuary near the Zhongyuan Realm.

As soon as the fisherman salvaged a net, he seemed to have some spiritual beast passed by at the bottom of the fishing boat, which made people stagger left and right, and could not stand steadily.

After letting go, the small half of the net fish failed to fall on the boat, but instead spread it into the water.

"Ah, my fish!"

"Which sea beast dares to play with me, Zhongyuan Fishing King, and you will be killed with one fork!"

...

East China Sea.

Yu Lingdie held the Sea God's Slayer in his hand, and was closing his eyes to realize the truth in the deep sea of ​​thousands of miles. Suddenly, his eyes woke up, and the dazzling mysterious formation diagram under his feet spun out.

"who?!"

He turned around suddenly, and subconsciously slashed away the sea god halberd.

However, nothing happened, the sudden coolness passed through the Sea God's Slayer, through his body, causing no harm, and passed straight to the east.

The faint sword intent fainted at the bottom of the sea.

"Sword Nian?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"No! Damn it, it's a nightmare..."

...

At the foot of the East Mountain, teahouses are hunting green flags.

A group of Langkes dressed in sword cultivators were surrounding the wooden table, staring at a bead, clenching their fists and hitting the table with excitement, blushing on their faces.

In the picture...

The Ghost Sword Immortal Flower Long Lantern was only held to hold the Sword Pillar Flavor Array.

The Eighth Sword Immortal also glanced at him, and his right hand had just risen and grabbed the east.

"The last thing is Sang Yu, when you return, you're just a sword... Qingju!"

The last two words were not yet settled, and a shallow mark had already cracked in the middle of the wooden table. Seven or eight Jian Xiu was so scared that he immediately fell backwards and retreated.

Not realizing what happened yet.

Among the few sword cultivators, the only remaining acquired iron sword also swept out of thin air and went eastward with the sword scars.

"The sword rises..."

The few people were stunned, suddenly hugged their heads and screamed, threw down a few spiritual crystals, and ran eastward.

"Burning the Sword Tomb!"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is calling Qingju!"

...

From the east to the east, the sword tomb is buried in the east mountain.

The clouds and mountains fog bury the sword tomb, and worship the mountain guests without any obstacles.

The hustle and bustle outside the mountain cannot interfere with the purity of the sword washing pond in the tomb. Since the ten thousand swords left the tomb, there is only one person left in this place, one sword.

"Nothing can be there, and there can be no..."

"The Tao is nothing, the great dream is for thousands of years..."

Wen Ting had already come down from the top of the East Mountain. Now he held a volume of "Sword Sutra" that had only been turned halfway through, shaking his head and chanting.

As he recited, his eyes suddenly dimmed, staring at the beginning of the Swordless Skill on the scroll, his voice as low as a mosquito:

"Big Dream... Qianqiu..."

Wen Ting's voice was low, and the only broken sword in the sword washing pond that had not yet left the tomb, the low sob became clear.

Wow, like a young wife who was wronged, she kept sobbing.

"Forget it, I won't chant the scriptures for you!"

Wen Ting sighed, grabbed the scriptures, and regardless of the mess, he sat cross-legged on the low stone beside the sword washing pond.

He held his chin and looked at Broken Sword Qingju:

"You are not willing to surrender."

"I read this way, and I have been reading this for so many years, but you still refuse to let go of him or use it for me."

"It seems that doing this will really make you wait until he changes his mind, haha, ha... it's funny."

Qingju's sword body was covered with unsuccessful sword tears, and each drop was crystal clear, reflecting the past.

Wen Ting looked at it with a slightly confusing expression, and there was a little more remembrance in his eyes.

"Little crybag, do you still remember?"

"When you two entered the Sword Tomb for the first time, I stole it in without telling it."

"That's the thing..."

He raised his hand and said to have thought of something, shook his head and laughed:

"I've also eaten the courage of Bear Heart and Leopard, I really dare to show you."

"He eight masters are really brave enough to say it!"

He shook his hand angrily, shook the contents and presented them to Qingju to read.

Wen Ting pointed hard at the four sentences at the beginning of Wu Jianzhi and scolded:

"I am just a mistress in the side, but after a few words of advice from me, I barely stepped into the threshold of ancient swordsmanship."

"I just have a better memory. If you read the whole article once and you can remember the content of the "Sword Sutra"."

"What's the matter? But that guy actually dares to point fingers at the "Sword Sutra"!"

Wen Ting pointed to the text on the volume and gave Qingju one by one:

"You haven't forgotten?" 'Nothing can be there, and there can be no, Tao is nothing, and great dreams are great for thousands of years'..."

"He has just gone wherever he has gone. After reading the whole article, he dared to say that the love sword technique is 'remarkable'. On the contrary, the few sentences without sword technique have a bit of a taste when he read it."

"Taste? Hahahaha..."

Wen Ting raised his head and laughed, his laughter was full of dissatisfaction, as if he wanted to punch Qingju hard:

"What an eight-god!"

"In one sentence, I have been thinking about swordsmanship here for thirty years, but I can't figure out why."

"He finally mentioned the 'Da Meng Qianqiu', and named the third realm of the Illusion Sword Art. This damn guy..."

"Ah, crazy!"

Wen Ting grabbed his hair and threw his head wildly, looking like Hua Zu.

Soon after, his emotions returned to calm down, his face was dark again, and he muttered in a hoarse voice:
To be continued...