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Chapter 223 The past of Jianzong 【Please support·Please subscribe】

Wuming, as one of the only two surviving disciples of Jianzong, now takes on the responsibility of introducing this hidden sect to everyone.

Although Jianchen worships Wuming as his teacher, he has never kowtowed to the ancestral tablet of Jianzong, so he cannot be regarded as a disciple of Jianzong.

Although Jianzong is located in the extreme northern ice field, the architecture is very exquisite, without the rough style of the Northland for practicality.

Wuming introduced the buildings to everyone, all of which were built by the ancestors of Jianzong.

There are pavilions, terraces and pavilions everywhere, winding corridors step by step, and tiled roofs flying high, like swallows flying high.

In the middle of the pavilions and pavilions, the man-made canals are surrounded by meandering rivers and lotus leaves, which have the taste of Jiangnan water town.

It's just that all of these were frozen into ice cubes by the extreme north wind and snow. They were just displays in the window, without any agility.

Wuming looked at the former master's gate and sighed: "When the great sword master founded the sword sect, he specially found a place in the extreme northern ice field where hot springs gushed out, and set up a mountain gate here."

"For thousands of years, the disciples of Jianzong have flourished through this hot spring. But many years ago, Jian Hui used Huitian Bingjue to seal the hot spring for his own self-interest. Jianzong was destroyed immediately. "

Wuming said as he led the crowd to the ice cave where the decisive battle with Po Jun was of course.

Soon those pavilions and pavilions in the style of Jiangnan water villages disappeared in the eyes of everyone, replaced by a vast expanse of white walls.

And on the ledge stood hundreds of icicles.

Duanlang looked at these abrupt pillars, rushed directly in front of the icicles, and wiped the surface of the icicles with his sleeve.

"Mom!"

Duanlang was so frightened that he did three backflips and hugged Nie Feng tightly.

"Master Anonymous, why are there faces inside these icicles?"

human face?
Qi Lin became interested, walked to the front of the icicle, waved his long sleeves, and the sword energy rushed out from the sleeves of the robe, tearing the thick icicle, revealing what was inside the icicle.

It's a corpse!
"This sword game!"

Almost all people in Jianzong have "Jian" as their surname, and Wuming should be the same.

Wuming looked at the corpse and sighed: "These people are all disciples of Jianzong. They gathered in front of the ice cave to wait for Pojun and I to decide the ownership of 'Wanjianguizong'."

Seeing the unbearable expression on Wuming's face, Qi Lin immediately took up the conversation and said, "Jianhui, as the master of a sect, is so stupid that he can't even plan a conspiracy well. His use of Huitianbingjue should have attracted Bingyuan The cold air covered the source of the hot spring, and these disciples who watched the excitement also suffered disaster."

Qi Lin also looked down on people like Jian Hui.

In Jianhui's hand, there is a token left by her unnamed biological mother.When Jianhui sensed the birth of the Heavenly Sword, she hurriedly searched for it, but Wuming had already been sold to General Mulong by her biological father.

Jianhui rushed to nothing, and only took a token from the dying mother of Wuming, hoping to let Wuming know that her biological mother had never abandoned him.

If he had the brains to find Wuming in private and use the relationship between master and student and mother and child to coerce and lure him, he would be able to make him withdraw voluntarily.

But Jianhui threw out the token when the decisive battle was in progress, and the outcome was already divided.

Although Wuming was merciful, Pojun didn't know what was good and evil, and wanted to kill Wuming, the senior brother, but in the end he was left with a mark of humiliation on his face.

Even if he used the Ice Returning Art, it had no other meaning except to destroy Jianzong.

Qi Lin patted Wuming on the shoulder and said to him: "The past is gone, so we shouldn't worry about the present. Let's let these Jianzong disciples go to the ground first!"

Wuming nodded with shame: "This is what I should have done a long time ago! Back then, Jianzong was frozen in ice, and I only cared about protecting my wife, but I sat and watched these disciples be frozen. Now let them go to the ground for peace, even if I am the one who redeems a trace of sin from my body!"

After finishing speaking, Wuming stretched out his hand, and the heroic sword in Jianchen's arms came out of its sheath and fell into his hand automatically.

Wuming waved his sword and pointed, although he didn't use any moves, but the mysterious and mysterious realm of the Heavenly Sword unfolded, and sword energy naturally emerged from the surrounding ice blocks, tearing away those icicles, allowing the corpse of the sword sect disciple to see the light of day again .

Immediately afterwards, he thrust the hero sword into the ground, and ice pits appeared one after another on the flat ice surface, and placed Jianzong's corpses in them one by one.

After Wuming finished these, he called Jianchen again, and said to him: "Although you have not entered the gate of Jianzong, you are still my disciple. Now that you see the corpses of these uncles and uncles, you should know them, remember Live their names. Let them still live in this world."

Jian Chen looked at the corpses one by one, nodded silently, followed Wuming and listened to him introduce those Jianzong disciples who died in obscurity, and remembered their names one by one in his heart.

From the beginning to the end, Qi Lin did not bother Wu Ming and Jian Chen, waiting for their master and apprentice to complete the burial ceremony
Li Hanyi sensed the meaning of the countless absent heavenly swords, surprised Qi Lin and said: "The nameless heavenly sword is indeed a unique skill in the way of swordsmanship. I am one with the sword and the sky. Even the master can't achieve this state!"

Qi Lin said: "Wuming is a natural sword! Do you want to fight him now?"

"Of course." Li Hanyi nodded resolutely and said: "Only by challenging a strong enemy can I sharpen my swordsmanship and let me continue to climb to higher peaks."

Qi Lin nodded, didn't say anything more, and continued to watch Wuming narrate his brother's past, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

This matter is not resolved so quickly!

Duanlang and the others soon couldn't hold it anymore, Qi Lin released his innate qi to protect them, and waited from morning to night, until the sky was completely dark, and even the aurora appeared, occupying a large area of ​​the sky.

Wuming finally finished erecting the last tombstone, and then pulled Jian Chen, who seemed to have some insight, to come to Qi Lin, clasped his fists and said, "I was negligent, and I should have arranged for you to stay first. Although Jian Zong's house is frozen , but at least it can block the wind!"

Qi Lin waved his hand directly: "No problem, it's not in vain to see this aurora!"

Duanlang has never left Duanjiazhuang since he was a child, and Mingyue has never left Wushuang City. The two of them looked at the aurora that fainted from nowhere above their heads, with stars in their eyes.

Nie Feng once ran to the extreme north with the mad King Nie Ren, and accidentally rescued the ghost tiger. With the help of this unknown servant, he saw the aurora once, so he didn't lose his composure.

Wuming smiled and said: "I think back then, when I first came to Jianzong, I saw Jiguang in the same way. Now that I think about it, I really miss it!"

After all, he never expressed his emotions all the time, but led everyone directly into the ice cave.

The chill in the ice cave was even worse, Nie Feng and the others could only mobilize their true energy to fight against the chill.

There are twelve pillars standing in the ice cave, and there is a figure standing under each pillar, and the real Dugu is among them.

In the decisive battle, Wuming was enraged by Po Jun, and his sword energy overflowed, almost breaking the pillars supporting the ice cave.

The twelve masters watching the battle each used their skills to withstand the icicles and prevent the ice cave from collapsing.

But Jianhui who performed the Huitian Bingjue was frozen in mid-air, motionless, and had already lost her vitality.

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