Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

The sword is in the trench.

After listening to the story, Le Xunyuan fell into silence.

What kind of person is Ling Jueding?

Is he still alive?

Back then, I was framed by a disciple at Zhangjian Peak and fell into the prison of the heart of creation. What was the result?

After a long time, Changri Kunqiu raised his head, the ferocity on his face softened a lot. He raised a skinny finger and pointed at Le Xunyuan.

"Come and try."

"Me? Leyuan only learns sword skills from Master and doesn't know how to use a sword."

"Ahem, cough, cough! Boy, I see that the dragon energy lingers around you, you must not be a short-lived ghost... Ahem, the so-called distinction between swords and swords is just the short-term knowledge of mediocre people. In the eyes of the most powerful person, one weapon can be used to master hundreds of weapons. "

"this?"

Le Xunyuan was not from Meng Lang, but after all, he had a young mind and was a disciple of Lord Wu. He did not want to lose the reputation of his master. Hearing what Chang Rikun said, he was quite moved.

"No!"

Jian Chan Mi Xin waved his hand to stop him: "Le Shaoxia, you are not the one who pulled out the Ming Shen."

"Who is?"

"To have no heart, to forge the heart, to find the heart, there is a sword but no heart, there is a heart but no sword, it is called the Heart Sword. Sword Sect, you and Ling Jueding have formed a good relationship with Lao Ji respectively. Now that the mortal relationship is over, the sword is returned to you, and the heart is also returned. you."

After saying this, the old monk swiped his fingers, dug open the flesh on his chest, and took out a cold sword that was not stained with blood.

This is a complete sword. After countless years of heart and soul, it has been reborn from blood.

"Ahem, it's cliff-cutting!"

Holding the old sword again, his old and aged hands could not help but tremble slightly. However, when he caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the sword, with gray hair and a ghostly look, his face suddenly changed.

"Hmph, he wants to save me, but I don't want to follow his will! One style, three realms, three styles, one realm. Only a real battle can tell the difference."

After saying that, he raised his palm and shot out from the cliff, inserting it next to the famous god.

Jianchan Mixin sighed, then stood up and walked out.

"Le Shaoxia, there is still trouble in the Dihai Gubao not far from here. It concerns Ye Xiaochai's family. You might as well go and mediate."

"Where is the Master going?"

"I have returned to Mahayana Lingyun Temple. My earthly connection has ended, so I will say goodbye."

Le Xunyuan followed the old monk all the way here, and unexpectedly heard a story about a swordsman who wanted to save another swordsman.

The so-called big devil is not that scary, but it is quite irresponsible for the old monk to abandon him halfway.

As for Dihai Gubao and Ye Xiaochai, Le Xunyuan recalled the attitude of people in Tiandu when talking about Ye Xiaochai. They seemed to have a normal relationship and were definitely not one of their own.

Jian Chan Mi Xin walked out of the sword prison chasm for a long time, but Le Xun Yuan still stood still.

"You want to draw your sword?"

"Xunyuan really wants to try it."

"You don't believe in the so-called destiny, do you?"

"what."

Le Xunyuan laughed. If there really was destiny, why did he not receive retribution for what he did to his uncle, but instead lived better and better.

Chang Rikun's old and cold eyes were fixed on Le Xunyuan, as if he wanted to see what this famous disciple with a gentle appearance and polite manners was thinking deep down.

Le Xunyuan let him look at her.

"Ahem...you might die."

"If I die here, it will only mean that I am not good at my studies, not that it is destiny."

"Why do you want to draw your sword?"

"There is no reason, just because this sword is right in front of me." "Hahaha! Cough cough cough!"

Chang Rikun couldn't help laughing, followed by another violent cough.

"Master has a saying, true knowledge comes from practice. Although Xun Yuan does not understand the way of swordsmanship, he believes that what his predecessors said is reasonable. The swordsmanship and swordsmanship lead to the same goal through different paths. Perhaps through Ling Jueding's swordsmanship, Xunyuan can realize his own swordsmanship."

"You're not a bad boy... Ling Jueding created three movements and one realm. The three postures are exploration, self-effacement, and victory, and the first stage is unintentional. Ahem, he likes to do these tricks."

Le Xunyuan listened carefully.

"Senior must also have his own famous moves."

"Back then, at the Mahayana Lingyun Temple, I created sword moves and realized the last state of Cailianruo. It was exactly the opposite of him, it was one of three states."

"If one posture is to lose hope, what are the three realms?"

"If you practice to the lower realm, you can kill a hundred; if you practice to the middle realm, you can kill thousands; if you practice to the upper realm, you can kill one person."

"Ok?"

Chang Rikun suddenly changed the topic: "I have an apprentice, and his qualifications are very good. Over time, he may be able to surpass me. Ahem, but his target is not me."

"Senior's praise like this makes me an extraordinary person."

"You kill him for me, and I will tell you that you are as sad as the sky is missing. By then, you will naturally be able to pull out the Mingshen and become a master of swordsmanship."

Le Xunyuan did not expect that Changri Kunqiu would say such words, and the cold light in Changri Kunqiu's eyes proved that he was not joking.

"Kill the senior students and replace them? Sorry, Xunyuan has his own master."

"Ahem... Then you'll die!"

He turned his back when he said he was going to fall out, Changri's white hair flicked, murderous intent and sword energy rushed towards Le Xunyuan.

Le Xunyuan, who had always been vigilant, took out the hand behind his back. It was the seventh level of the Ming Qi Martial Arts that had been accumulated for a long time. The sequelae of practicing the Ming Qi Martial Arts had long been gone, and now he only saw the earth-shattering thing. The true energy protects the whole body and intersects extremely with the sword light.

Bang!

The sword light split the body's protective energy, and death approached instantly.

At the critical moment of life and death, Le Xunyuan's steps slipped sharply, and he suddenly rushed under the stone platform and pulled out the Ming Shen.

In an instant, an unfathomable force swept over him, and the scenery in front of him suddenly changed. Le Xunyuan fell into a strange space, a domain condensed by the sword's will.

"The dragon and horse travel thousands of miles across the snowflakes, and the wind and moon make ten steps in the sky with the sound of swords. The autumn frost cuts the jade trumpet for a long time, and the name of the sect is immortalized in the inscription of Kun."

In the sword field, a middle-aged swordsman with a flying head and unruly head was holding a long sword and looking lazily at Le Xunyuan.

"Another one comes to die."

"Cliff-cutting?"

"Young man actually recognizes my sword?"

"Are you a sword sect?"

"What sword sect! My name is Chang Ri Kun Liao."

Unexpectedly, the gatekeeper left by Ling Jueding among the famous gods turned out to be Changri Kunqiu.

Le Xunyuan secretly complained that he couldn't defeat the injured and old Jian Zong, let alone the one who appeared in front of him was Changri Kunxu who was in his prime.

Do you really want to die here?

Of course not, let's give it a try. In the next moment, a broad-backed sword appeared in Le Xunyuan's hand.

At the same time, a scene of family recognition was being staged in the back garden of the Solitary Castle in Earthsea.

Ye Xiaochai's family, who had retired to the second level of the forest, was suddenly kidnapped. After several tracings, Ye Xiaochai found the solitary castle on Earth Sea. Unexpectedly, the mistress of the solitary castle, Feng Yuelin, claimed to be Ye Xiaochai's mother, the blood-handed demon leader Mantianhong. wife.

In addition to his mother, who is hard to tell whether or not, Ye Xiaochai also has a brother, Fengyue Morong, who looks very similar to him.

Looking at Feng Yue Mo Rong who was leaning against the door to clean his sword with an expressionless face, even Ye Xiaochai, who became a grandfather, still felt scared and confused. (End of chapter)