The light in the cave was a little dim, and the old sword ghost sat in the shadows, emitting a circle of faint light from his body, reflecting the figure walking in front of him. 【Full text reading】Copy URL visit: 7777772e766f6474772e636f6d

Leng Qingxun was dressed in a green shirt, dusty, with a trace of exhaustion on his face, and it was obvious that he had arrived in a hurry after receiving the order from his master.

He broke through the darkness in front of him, walked in front of the old sword ghost, bowed and saluted: "Qingxun has seen Shizun"

The old sword ghost raised his eyes, raised his hand, and a small red sword with the length of a palm came out of his hand and flew in front of Leng Qingxun.

"Blood Sword Warning" Leng Qingxun couldn't help but be moved, his divine sense swept over the Blood Sword in an instant, and the scene and picture of the undead army besieging the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the messy picture, the army of millions of undead surrounded the five peaks of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array was like a huge prayer wheel, and countless flying swords flashed with colorful light, circling around the five major arrays, blocking the undead army in the sky and on the ground.

The four white-clothed Supreme Elders were leading the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion to launch a counterattack, and in the sporadic scenes, there were also flashes of the battle scenes of the other people in the Strong Alliance.

Leng Qingxun was shocked, and suddenly understood a lot of things, and said in a deep voice: "Master, it's the people of the Ice and Fire Continent who are making trouble."

Wingman Island has just been bulldozed, and now there are more than a million undead armies out of thin air, if there is no black hand to manipulate behind their backs, it is impossible for these undead armies to besiege the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion

The old sword ghost didn't seem to hear Leng Qingxun's words, but fell into a distant memory, and said in a low voice: "Back then, we used the souls of the nine Sword Pavilion Grandmasters as the eyes of the formation, summoned the power of the Law World, and founded the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array in Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, just to leave a place for my Sword Pavilion disciples to recuperate. Now it seems that it is a cocoon and self-restraint. ”

For thousands of years, the comprehension of countless sword cultivators, the soul and willingness of countless sword cultivators, and the convergence of generation after generation, finally opened up a world of laws.

But this world of the law of the sword is squeezed by the laws of the four planes. Due to various restrictions, it is already weak and unstable.

The most important thing is that so far, no one has broken through the blockade of the plane and become a generation of sword gods, guarding the sky of this law.

Now with the activation of the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array, that means every minute and every second. There are endless law power infused into the great array, the power of the law world. is being weakened, and may even be dragged down by the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array

Leng Qingxun instantly understood the meaning of Shizun's summoning himself, and lowered his head and said: "Master, without further ado, the disciple will preside over the big array and kill the undead."

Only by fully activating the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array and defeating the army of the undead in the fastest way can the energy of the law be maintained, and Leng Qing is like an arrow to find his heart.

The old swordsman nodded: "After breaking the enemy." Give the spirit and formation diagram of the nine great masters to Xiao Qiang, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is no longer worth guarding us. ”

"Yes," Leng Qingxun bowed his head.

The old sword ghost's clear eyes looked at Leng Qingxun, his eyes were full of sadness: "Qingxun, do you know what it means to go?"

Leng Qingxun's expression was indifferent, and a smile appeared on his cold face: "Serve with a sword." Die well deserved"

The old sword ghost's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he said slowly: "Do you have anything to say to Xiao Qiang?"

Leng Qingxun's eyes appeared in front of his apprentice's voice and smile, and a warm current surged in his heart, and he pondered for a moment and said, "Tell him the way of cultivation." There is nothing else besides me, I just hope that he will survive the love tribulation as soon as possible, become a generation of sword gods, and protect the starry sky above the head of my sword cultivator."

If the sky is affectionate, the sky will be old, so the way of heaven is ruthless, so it can last forever. Immortal forever.

Too forgetful is to be ruthless, so that nature and man can be one

The world, the obstacles, friendship, family, love, all the emotions are all calamities, and they are all experiences on the path of cultivation.

Today's pink is just tomorrow's skeleton, today's attachment is just a wisp of tomorrow's feelings, in front of the eternal Heavenly Dao, everything will eventually turn into nothingness.

Xiao Qiang's biggest calamity is that love calamity, and Leng Qingxun is also a calamity in Xiao Qiang's life

Leng Qingxun is looking for this, why is he not crossing the catastrophe for Xiao Qiang

Looking at the slender back getting farther and farther away, the old sword ghost's tears flowed down, and he choked up: "Qingxun, go with confidence, after you, it's time for me to protect him"

Leng Qingxun walked out of the cave, knelt on the ground on both knees, and respectfully bowed to the master again.

He tied his long black hair with a tendon, then took out all the things on his body and placed them in a storage ring.

When he took out a dragon clan's magic crystal nucleus, he couldn't help but pause, smiled indifferently, put the magic crystal nucleus into the ring, and finally gently placed the ring and a token at the mouth of the cave.

As when he came, there was nothing left, Leng Qingxun picked up the ethereal sword wind thunder, turned into a sword light and soared into the sky, and disappeared under the gloomy sky.

At dusk, outside the five peaks of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the army of millions of undead was pressed by black, surging forward like a tide.

Although the Ten Thousand Swords Array is infinitely powerful, the flying swords that fly like an iron bucket array can only be passively defended, and they can't adapt to some special terrain at all, and they are still torn apart by the undead army.

In the countless canyons, the tall bone beasts surged forward, because the circling flying swords were blocked by the cliffs on both sides, and the power could not be expanded, and the bone beast army left a thick layer of white bones along the way, rumbling forward to break through.

The undead who have lost their bodies will soon piece together a suitable skeleton from the accumulated bones, stand up, and move on.

On a hillside, more than a dozen stout bone pythons, with a body length of hundreds of meters, and the thickest place was more than two meters thick, they wriggled on the ground, and the dry snake skin and snake bones in circles blocked the sharp flying sword from the body.

Countless bone wolves and ferocious bone beasts rushed forward all the way through these dozen long passages under the leadership of the undead knight, and actually broke through to a hollow area in the sword array

Just as the army of the undead who had burst in had just dispersed, a fierce sword light fell from the sky, like a lightning bolt that pierced the sky, whistling through the army of the undead.

Countless explosions rang out, shattered bones flew wildly, and wherever the sword light went, the bodies of dozens of bone beasts exploded, and the black undead tadpoles let out whimpering cries, scurrying in the sky in a panic.

The peak master of the Wind Spirit Peak of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Luo Qinglian, held a long sword, suspended in mid-air, looking at the surging black poisonous smoke with cold eyes, the sword pointed at it, and said sharply: "Kill"

"Kill"

Behind her, hundreds of Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion elite disciples let out angry roars one after another, killing the army of undead in front of her. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation