Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Changri Kunchen is obsessed with using force to break the moves. The harder he uses each time, the more powerful the name god is, and the more he can't break it.

Does Le Xunyuan have any obsession?

Once upon a time, he thought his father died due to Tian Chang and wanted to take revenge. However, Lord Wu intervened and took him to Tiandu, thus aborting his plan to murder his uncle.

Later, through the Immortal Refiner and the conscious or unconscious reminders from his master, Le Xunyuan came to his senses.

Although Tian Bugu and others carefully treated him and it took several years, Fu Tianchang still died due to the injury energy accumulated from practicing the Ming Qi Martial Arts Code.

When Fu Tianchang was dying, Le Xunyuan knelt in front of his bed and confessed his mistake.

"The moment my uncle passed away with a smile on his face, I realized that he had actually known what I had done for a long time. His relief completely freed me from my inner demons."

In the sword domain, Le Xunyuan was still a young man, but now he had the bearing of a master. With one move of his arms, he embraced the sky and the earth, and poured out powerful force.

Half of this huge power is absorbed from the confluence of ten thousand swords of Changri Kunqi, and half comes from the secret knowledge of the Heavenly Book.

One goes and the other goes, Ling Jueding's sure-win move turned out to be defective for the first time, cutting off the cliff and falling, missing Le Xunyuan's heart by three inches.

Boom!

The sword energy burst out, causing thousands of feet of dust and smoke.

The sword domain left by Ling Jueding was broken.

There is a great storm on the stone platform. Xuanlong's famous god has been sealed for several decades and finally broke out today, showing his unparalleled brilliance.

The moment the sword came out, thunder rang out from the sky, and in an instant, the sword's chasm was filled with bright light.

When the light dissipated, a name for the god and a cliff cut appeared in front of Chang Rikun at the same time, but Le Xunyuan disappeared.

"Ahem! Ahem! Meishen, you were pulled out by a junior who doesn't understand swords. Ahem!"

Changri Kuntou grabbed the famous god, held the sword in his backhand, and penetrated his body from his chest. Suddenly, a surge of supreme thunder and lightning energy flowed through his body, gradually forcing the ghost energy that had been wrapped in armor for several armors out of his body.

Immediately, Chang Ri Kun Tho held the chopping cliff in his hand, the divine sharp edge penetrated another inch, the two weapons entered the body, and the sword light roared to the sky.

"drink!"

Hearing Changri's loud shout again, the Ghostly Screaming Sword remaining in his body was completely forced out, turning into a line of ghostly energy and dissipating. Mingshen and Zhanya then broke through the air, and thousands of swords roared in the sky, and it lasted for a long time. Absolutely.

"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."

With the arrogant poem, Pi changed his face, the long days swept away his twilight state, and his body returned to its peak, like a lion descending from the mountain, about to embark on a new journey.

He grabbed two artifacts and glanced back at the empty stone platform before leaving.

Le Xunyuan was somewhat angry with him, but it was a pity that he exchanged his life for a sword and died in Ling Jueding's sword domain.

"If you don't die, you stinky boy, I will tell you that you are in despair. Next, we will go to the Hell of Hell. It's time to pay back the sword from the ghost. As for Ling Jueding, you should live well and fulfill your promise to me. A battle.”

The moat where the swordsman was missing soon became deserted. Not only that, but with the departure of Chang Rikun, the vast snowfield and the vast mountains seemed to be dead and lifeless.

Suddenly, there was a clang.

Le Xunyuan, who had long been thought dead, fell into an even stranger space.

He got up from the ground and looked intently. The four walls of the giant peaks were all made of iron. There was a flat land in the middle, with a radius of only a few dozen feet, forming a concave valley.

A very simple thatched cottage was built in the valley, and there was an open-air iron stove beside the thatched cottage.

The fire is cold. Perhaps the sound of his fall was too loud, which alarmed the people in the thatched cottage. Soon, a handsome but decadent man came out, shaking the wine bottle.

He looked up at the sky and then at Le Xunyuan, his face full of confusion.

"How could a person fall from the world? Who are you?"

"I'm in Le Xun Yuan. I wonder who the senior is? What kind of place is this?"

"This is Palm Sword Peak, I'm... a blacksmith."

"Zhang Jianfeng? There are many coincidences in the world. Could it be that the senior is the famous Xuanlong Ling Jueding?"

Le Xunyuan asked with a bit of joking. The aura of the man in front of him was not exposed at all. He seemed to have no foundation, but it gave Le Xunyuan an unfathomable feeling.

Besides, claiming to be a caster, Le Xunyuan couldn't help but think of Ling Jueding mentioned by Jianchan Mixin, but that was a few decades ago. He couldn't break his seal, and he was brought to a few places by his Three Styles and One Realm. A hundred years ago.

Hearing Le Xunyuan's words, the man was obviously extremely surprised. He shook his head and tried to wake himself up.

"Le Xunyuan, a name I have never heard of, how did you know I am Ling Jueding?"

This time it was Le Xunyuan's turn to be surprised: "Ha, it really is so!"

"Ok?"

"If I say that I came from a few years ago and broke the three-level one realm of my seniors, what do my seniors think?"

Ling Jueding was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"I was designed by Hong'er to be trapped in the heart of creation. I thought I would end up alone here, but I didn't expect that someone would fall from the sky and bring news about my old friend. Boy, no matter what you said is true or false, I will I feel very comforted, come on, come on, I’ll treat you to a drink.”

Ling Jueding threw the wine bottle in his hand.

Le Xunyuan took it in his hand, but he didn't dislike it. He raised his head and took a sip before throwing it back to the other party.

"Is this wine so light?"

Ling Jueding laughed at himself: "I like to drink plain water but rarely drink alcohol. Perhaps Hong'er was afraid that I would be bored, so he put a few jars of shochu here. Over the years, I cherished this wine very much, so I took spring water and poured it into it. The wine tastes natural. Faded."

Sure enough, on the towering iron wall, there was a thin spring flowing down, just to the side of the stove, and then seeping into the ground.

Le Xunyuan pondered secretly in his heart, if this person is really the best, and he tried his best to break the seal of the famous god, the real person is ahead and cannot make mistakes.

"I heard that my senior was tricked by his disciples and fell into the prison of the heart of creation. What is going on?"

In the story Jian Chan Mi Xin told Chang Ri Kun, there was no mention of why He Shaohong plotted against Ling Jueding. His teacher was like his father, and killing his teacher was an extremely serious crime. Le Xun Yuan couldn't help but beat him when he thought of Luo Hou. A cold war.

Ling Jueding sat down against the cold iron stone, with a look of confusion on his brows.

"Over the years, I have been reflecting on why Hong'er hates me so much. Unfortunately, I can't find the answer... That year, I took Hong'er, who had lost his parents, back to Jianlu. He kept crying until the fire After lighting it up, he burst into tears and turned into a smile. At that time, I decided to pass on my casting skills to him."

He Shaohong, who smiled in front of the bright fire, was recognized by Ling Jueding as a genius swordsmith, so he taught him all his skills in swordsmithing and swordsmanship.

After reaching adulthood, He Shaohong realized that he had mastered swordsmanship and quietly left the Sword House. He quickly made a name for himself in the world and subdued the sword masters of the four major sword sects.

(Don’t run, the author is still updating, readers are about to abandon me, and I will drop my favorites again~~~) (End of this chapter)