"Here comes the sword!"

Above the main hall, like thunder roaring, the sword aura was awe-inspiring, from the body of the old man in white, soaring up to the nine clouds.

Just like the call of the ancients, in the desolate voice, there are the vicissitudes of the past, but under the resolute look, he took off his gorgeous coat and called the "friend" in the distance in the simplest way!"

When fighting side by side, he had hesitated, but his sword did not retreat, so he broke.

Now and now, the same people don't have the same heart, he will no longer retreat cowardly, his sword, of course, will return!

"Here comes the sword!" Not only this Ten Venerable Palace, but also not just the Immortal Mansion hidden outside the world, the sound can penetrate a qiē, but it is towards the distance.

Xu Lin heard it, the people in the Ten Venerable Hall heard it, the people in the Sunset Swamp heard it, and in the northernmost part of the north, there was a person lying in a coffin who also heard it.

There was another man, under a gorgeous coat, who was standing at the top of the wilderness, and he was looking, but it was not the direction of the sunset swamp, it was the east, the person who had stood near Kunlun, and the voice was going that way.

has been far away, all the way through the clouds, until it reaches Kunlun Mountain, under the stairs under the porch of Huangzi, there is a response, but it is not a person, but it is still the "old friend" of the old man in white!"

Mobei, the Great Demon Sect!

The demon lord stroked the person who was close at hand, and looked at this indifferent face with soft eyes: "He's back!"

After a long time, the demon lord smiled, and then looked to the west!

Kunlun.

Xuande Ancestor had an ugly face, standing under the porch of Huangzi, looking at the rolling stairs, looking at the dirt and gravel rising in the air, and looking at the empty coffin without anyone coming into view.

Then, a scream went up to the clouds, pierced the sky, and soared into the sky.

A sword that has been silent for thousands of years, a half-broken sword forgotten in the years, it is gone!

When Qinghong Zhenren arrived, Xuande Ancestor's face gradually softened, and he didn't look at Qinghong Zhenren who looked hurried, but just said lightly: "The wind is rising!"

Xu Lin looked back suspiciously, he knew that direction should be the source of the sound, and the heart-wrenching sword intent collapsed, making him yearn for it, but he didn't dare to go, and he was not interested in going.

Sighing, Xu Lin turned around and left, straight through the "Yizhuang" that only half was left, looking at the white bones all over the ground, thinking that this should be made by the First World War back then, these bones should be from the Ten Scattered Alliance, but now the years are long, there are only white bones, and cold stone platforms, and now it seems that these are not left.

Straight through, Xu Lin twisted along a somewhat narrow road, until he walked to the door of a stone hall, looking at the top door number, but it was written: "Huixiang Dingrongzhuang!"

Ambiguously touching his chin, Xu Lin's hesitant gaze always echoed on the five big characters, and exuded the magic power of "not moving the sword heart". This is the product of Xu Lin's sharing of the Immovable Blood Heart and the Sword Heart Tongming, but it can combine the advantages of the two, and it can be regarded as a major breakthrough in the merger of exercises.

After checking it over and over again, Xu Lin was a little relieved, and took a step, originally planning to let the iron-armored corpse come forward to explore the way, but now Xu Lin didn't dare to use it lightly, so he simply took the lead, as long as he didn't die.

Pushing open the door of the house, I don't know how many years of accumulated dust, it fell down one by one, Xu Lin waved his hand, after driving the dust away, he quickly passed through the door, and went straight into the innermost part of Huixiang Dingrong Village, and really smelled a fragrance that penetrated his heart.

"Is it a woman's fragrance?" Xu Lin thought suspiciously, looking around, just like an ordinary landlord and old rich man, the surroundings on the door face are extremely luxurious, and in the lobby, there is no shortage of wall paintings, stone carvings, and exquisite wood carving chairs, but some old ones are covered with dust.

Stretched out his hand and touched a chair beside him, it was slightly cool to his hand, I really don't know what kind of wood it is made of, after so many years, there is no sign of decay, Xu Lin raised his eyebrows, and seemed to have found something.

In the Ten Statues Hall, there was silence, including those big real people, no one dared to be presumptuous, and no one dared to disturb the old man in white at this time.

That awe-inspiring sword qi, straight up to the sky, seemed to be invisible, and it had already penetrated a qiē, which was enough to win the strongest sword in the world!

In the world, Shushan sword cultivation is the strongest, and its teaching is real, and it is praised by the world as the first sword cultivation.

In the Ten Venerable Palaces, some people had seen the current First Sword Cultivator, but no one dared to compare it with the old man in front of him.

Because it can't be compared, just as the sound of the moment moves, in the furnace next to the old man, there is also a sword explosion, which seems to resonate with a sword in the sky, echoing from afar, the furnace flies into the sky, and the old man happily steps in the air and breaks through the dust!

It was purified, as if it had precipitated the voice of the world, and it disappeared, and it returned to the original starting point, but the difference was that there was no longer the figure of the old man in the Ten Statues Hall, and there was no furnace that made the eyes of the cultivators red.

Qing Xuan Zhenren froze down, and somehow a name popped up in his mind, the title that shocked the cultivators of an era, Wash the Sword Pavilion!

With such a sword breath, under such a god-like means, it is difficult for Qing Xuan Zhenren to imagine that in today's world, there will be such a sword cultivation, and the pearl that can overshadow all the Taoist sects is the Sword Washing Pavilion back then!

Glancing back at Qing Ming Zhenren beside him, seeing that his face was expressionless, Qing Xuan Zhenren shook his head, I am afraid that this trip, if the biggest gain, it is his own junior sister who is also a sword cultivator.

But before Qing Xuan Zhenren could retract his gaze, he found that there were two people missing.

Needless to say, Qingxuan Zhenren knew that this kid had run away, and he didn't mean to blame, Fang Cai's situation was indeed not something that this kid could be qualified to participate in, but what about the hardship?

"Just left!" It seems that he saw the doubts of Qing Xuan Zhenren, and Qing Ming Zhenren said quietly.

"Camp Crowbird!" Qing Xuan Zhenren sighed, and didn't say anything anymore, looking at a few cultivators in the distance, the blood demon had already left after the old man boarded the air, and the two of the Demon Sect were also injured by the old man in white this time, and they also slipped away close behind, only a main gate, and a few scattered cultivators were still immersed in the shocking scene.

"There are still a few magic weapons that have not been collected, you and I will try the opportunity again!" Qing Xuan Zhenren secretly transmitted the sound to Qing Ming Zhenren, who nodded slightly, and the two disappeared silently in the Ten Statues Hall.

But the other monks are not fools, the big head is gone, and there is a small head, after Qing Xuan and Qing Ming, the rest of the people have also dispersed at the same time, in the ten halls, only a group of lowly cultivators are left lying on the ground, moaning.

Bathed in the milky white bath, Xu Lin couldn't help himself, and all the fatigue along the way seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment.

"Hui Xiang Dingrong Zhuang?" Xu Lin picked up a glass of water with a faint fragrance, poured it on his face, and muttered, "So that you can stay young forever?"

But he was still lying comfortably in the bath, without any sign of getting up, it was really too comfortable, but when a familiar breath was gradually approaching, Xu Lin felt the sharpness of the sword heart, but a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, what should come is always coming.

Ordered the ironclad corpse not to come out, and kept soaking in the bath, it was black, and it was obvious that it couldn't be more obvious, but at the moment, there was really no place to hide, and it could only be so clumsy.

"How about drinking a glass of lotion, you can keep your youth forever!" Xu Lin shouted without looking back.

And just after this sound, behind the huge pool, that is, behind Xu Lin, a faint shadow gradually emerged.

I looked around, all of them were made of huge stone bricks, forming a "square" shape, and the bath was in the center, almost occupying half of the entire stone room.

"Curious, how did I perceive you?" Xu Lin spilled another glass of lotion on his face, and then asked without looking back.

Ku Li didn't like to stand behind people, especially behind Xu Lin, so he walked around the other side of the bath and walked in front of Xu Lin, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Go kill someone with me!"

Such an answer made Xu Lin's heart stunned, but he didn't show it on his face, and the smile became brighter and brighter: "Who?"

"Xu Guangyi!" (To be continued......)