Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 461 Chang Ri Kun Tho: There is no one in the martial arts world, but you are one of them

Liao Tian was in danger in Lingzhou, Beihai, and at the same time that Wu Jun was pacifying the Hell of Hell, Le Xunyuan followed the old monk Jianchan to search for his heart and came to the Solitary Castle of Dihai located on the remote border.

The vast snowfield, the cold and desolate road.

An old monk and a young man came over mountains and rivers.

"Master, is this demon you said really more terrifying than the conspirators in Lingzhou, Beihai?"

"Young Master Le, the name of the person I took you to meet is Chang Ri Kun Liao. He is a top swordsman. He once gave birth to the divine sword Xian Ya with his own sword embryo."

"Sword Fetus? What does it have to do with the Sword Clan?"

Chaoyizhu and his wife fought against many blind swordsmen on the stone path of Qushan Mountain. After that, Tiandu began to pay attention to the Tianshan Sword Clan. When he heard about the sword embryo, Le Xunyuan was moved in his heart and couldn't help but ask.

"Young Shaoxia Le is indeed very quick-witted. Changri Kunqi is from the Tianshan Sword Clan. This tribe is naturally good at swords. A few of them can integrate swords into their bodies when they are born, and they are also called sword fetuses."

"Is Chang Ri Kun the top swordsman among them?"

"Ahem...a person who can pull out the name of the gods."

"It's you?"

"However, not long after, he met the strongest enemy in his life and his lifelong confidant."

"It was obsession, obsession with the sword, that made Chang Rikunqiu walk out of the Tianshan Mountains, leave the sword clan, and try to defeat all the swordsmen in the world."

The old monk sighed again and did not answer Le Xunyuan. Instead, he said: "The so-called swordsmanship, how can there be a distinction between superior and inferior? People are often the ones who distinguish superior."

The sword is in the trench.

"Who are you waiting for?"

The majestic mountains stretch for thousands of miles, but there is a natural chasm, exuding cold and majestic sword intent, cutting off the mountains in the middle.

The cold eyes and the coldness of the sword light all made Le Xunyuan tremble with fear. This kind of pressure from the momentum was really terrifying, and gave Le Xunyuan a faint feeling that death was approaching.

"I think it is not incomprehensible for a swordsman to pursue the supreme swordsmanship."

Deep in the snow-covered chasm, on a stone platform, there is a long sword decorated with gold patterns. The hilt is engraved with a wandering dragon, and the power of thunder and lightning can be vaguely seen.

The footsteps of the two men broke the silence here. The old man raised his head, his cold eyes suddenly changed.

Jian Chanmi put his hands together and said, "It's been a long time, Jian Zong."

The prisoner is a sword, a peerless sword.

Not far away from the sword, there sat an old man with white hair that covered the floor and was as skinny as wood. Although his face was extremely old, his whole body exuded a strong sword spirit, which was breathtaking.

"Ahem...Zhan Ya, the person I want to wait for is not you."

The old monk sighed and said: "He is the original and purest sword embryo, and his sword skills are unparalleled in the world."

The prisoner is also a human being, a person who cannot understand the art of swordsmanship and has even lost his heart.

A trace of anger flashed in Changri Kunzhen's eyes, and then he turned his gaze and stared at the sword on the stone platform.

"Huh? Who is it?"

Le Xunyuan was puzzled: "How could a pure swordsman become the devil the master calls him?"

He calmed down and observed Mingshen carefully.

Jianchan Mixin interrupted Le Xunyuan's eagerness to try: "Le Shaoxia, the famous god was left behind by Xuanlong Ling Jueding, a master of swordsmanship and swordsmithing in those days. If you want to pull it out, you must first unlock Ling Jueding's Three Styles and One Realm. .”

"What is Three Styles and One Realm?"

Le Xunyuan is not a swordsman. Even if he is talented, it is still difficult to understand.

"This is a story from a long time ago... I was entrusted by someone to tell this story."

Before Le Xun Yuan could ask further questions, Jian Chan Mi Xin lifted up his monk's robe and sat down facing the long sun. "Did he ask you to come?"

I don't know whether he was particularly tolerant of this old acquaintance, or he wanted to listen to the old monk's story, but Changri Kunqiu, who was full of murderous intent, did not make a move, but just snorted coldly.

Jian Chan Mixin lowered his head and clasped his hands together, and said eloquently: "Back then, you traveled around the world and challenged the world's swordsmen. At an unknown noodle stall, you met Ling Jueding at first sight, but he refused to accept your invitation to fight. , but instead created a famous god for you..."

The two chatted happily, eating noodles in a wild shop, drinking in Jianquan, and having a long talk in Jianlu, spending three thousand miles together in one night.

However, Ling Jueding believed that Changri Kunqian's swordsmanship was wrong. They were both on the same swordsmanship, but not in the same way.

For this reason, Ling Jueding created a famous god and left behind his own three-style one realm. If Changri Kunqi could pull out the famous god, he could accept his invitation to fight.

He received the sound of thunder, turned yin into yang, and had no name, so he was called a famous god.

Ling Jueding believes that as long as he picks up his sword, he can surpass the sword's own limit.

For a long time, I couldn't pull out the Ming Shen. In depression, I cut off my hands.

Not long after, the monk Zhu Xin of Mahayana Lingyun Temple sent him a broken iron body to connect the tendons of Chang Ri Kun.

Unexpectedly, Yama's Ghost Prison attacked the Mahayana Lingyun Temple at this time. Entrusted by the Buddha, Changri Kunlun fought with the tyrant Xiao, the owner of the Ghost Prison. It was this battle that made Changri Kunlun's own sword slash. The cliff broke off and he was penetrated by the Ghost Screaming Sword.

In order to protect the cliff, Chang Ri Kun Tho inserted the broken sword into the heart of the monk who made the heart, so that the sword spirit and the monk merged into one, which is today's sword Zen to find the heart.

After that, Chang Rikun rushed to Jianlu with his injuries, but he never saw Ling Jueding, who was supposed to be here.

In desperation, Changri Kunqi once again tried to pluck out the Ming Shen, but he was defeated by the Three Styles and One Realm. Instead, the ghost energy was intensified, and his body, soul, and spirit were all eroded, and he could no longer escape from the sword's prison.

"The Duan Tiezhi that treated your injury was a gift from Ling Jueding."

"The kindness of sending medicine is not as bad as the hatred of breaking the contract!"

"Many years later, I met Ling Jueding again, and I learned that he was plotted by his disciples to obtain the double irons of Kanli, and fell into the prison of the heart of creation, unable to escape."

"Kanli Double Iron?"

Changri Kunzhao frowned. When the divine iron appeared, he sensed it as a sword embryo, so he sent his disciple Ku and his entourage to Palm Sword Peak to get the two irons.

Chu and his party returned empty-handed, bringing back only three words from Ling Jueding - "I'll wait for you."

It is precisely because of these three words that Changri Kunqiu never forgets the fight between the two.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough!"

Changri Kunxu didn't know whether it was excitement or resentment, but he coughed violently.

Le Xunyuan heard the key to the problem and interrupted, "Senior Ling Jueding encountered an unexpected incident. What happened next?"

The old monk looked calm.

"Life or death is uncertain, just wait for the cause and effect."

"What does it mean?"

"Three people and three methods, Lao Na comes according to destiny."

"Master, Xun Yuan and this Sword Sect senior are not Buddhists. Your words are too profound. Can you speak frankly?"

"Kui Yi Xing, respected Buddha, and Lao Na are the three people entrusted by Ling Jueding. They all follow the swordsmanship of the Perfect Sword Sect."

Le Xunyuan glanced at the long-lasting gun that was about to explode, and asked helplessly: "What are the three methods?"

This time it was not Jian Chan Mi Xin who answered him, but Changri Kunxu himself.

"Tan, be humble and win, cough, cough, cough! I understand. Through the help of Chu and his line, I can look back at myself, and through respecting the Buddha, I can understand that all living beings are equal."

"But Lao Na is unintentional."

(End of this chapter)