Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Luojiang City.

The snow was floating in full swing, covering the whole world with a layer of frosty white plain clothes.

In the entire Luojiang City, there are also red lanterns hanging up. The Tang Emperor's birthday celebration affects not only the Chang'an City, but the entire Tang Dynasty.攫欝攫

Many cities in the world are all on this day with lanterns and lanterns to celebrate the birthday of Emperor Tang.

The main street of Luojiang City is even more lively, with countless people walking out like a festival. The birthday of the Emperor of Tang Dynasty is an important annual festival in the Tang Dynasty and the people carnival day.

And bypass the lively streets.

Turn into a long and deserted alley, in this day when the whole world celebrates it.

Deep in the alley, there was a heavy iron strike.

The soldering iron was crimson, sparks splashing constantly.

The old man hit the iron for a while, and stopped suddenly.

He turned his head to look at a piece of sword iron that was covered with thick smoke, but saw that this piece of sword iron seemed to be alive at this moment, bursting out a clear sword chant.

The sound of Jian Yin seemed to cut through the entire blacksmith shop.

"The sword that Wen Ting made for that kid has half of the remaining blade iron."

The old man raised his eyebrows and exhaled a suffocating breath.

In his turbid eyes, he stared at a petal of flying snow falling outside the blacksmith shop, as if he had seen the picture of that year in the crystal snow.

That year.

Under the leadership of Cui Cheng, a young man with desperate thoughts came to his blacksmith shop.

The young Jianxin was defeated, all thoughts were ashamed, all day long, he used wine to dissolve his sorrows, his beard was shaggy, but he was full of vicissitudes.

The old man could tell at a glance that this young man had lost the courage to hold the sword and the courage to wield it.

Cui Cheng asked the old man to cast a sword for the young man and reshape the sword heart for him.

The old man refused on the spot, because in his opinion, Wen Ting was unworthy, a man whose sword heart was defeated, and a man who had a bad idea of ​​the sword, what qualifications did he have to make a sword for him?

Even if Cui Cheng offered a high price of 100,000 gold coins, the old man still gritted his teeth and refused.

Is he the kind of vulgar man who makes swords for money? !

He didn't want to smash his signboard.

Cui Cheng left with Wen Ting.

But two or three days after he left, Wen Ting came to him alone, and there seemed to be a little broken sword heart in his eyes, resurgence like dead ashes.

Wen Ting took out an iron embryo and knelt outside the blacksmith's shop, begging him to cast a sword for three days and three nights.

The old man will not forget what Wen Ting said. He wants to cast a brutal sword that can swallow his internal organs and swallow his sword aura.

The old man refused on the spot again.

Although the old man knows that he is not a good person, he is a moral person with a bottom line.

And after he refused, that day.

The old man saw Xuanyuan Taihua, the woman whose grace and grace had exhausted half of the world.

The old man agreed.

Wen Ting cultivated the "sword-feeding technique" taught by Xuanyuan Taihua, which is a kind of swordsmanship that costs his own life.

There is only one sword in a lifetime, and one sword kills only one person.

This is not the sword of Jian Xiu, but the sword is raised as a beast. When it comes out of the cage, it is like a beast that destroys the world and bites the enemy!

This sword, the old man made a day and night, the palm of the sword is big, the more it is forged, the more blood is sucked, and the thinner it becomes.

Wen Ting almost ran out of blood, and the sword was only as thin as two little thumbs side by side.

Finally, Wen Ting dragged his extremely weak body and left with this fierce rapier.

It's just that the money for the sword was never repaid.

...

The old man's thoughts returned, and the money Wen Ting owed was trivial, and he would not remember it for long.

Looking at that piece of sword embryo, with a flick of his finger, a touch of sword intent fell instantly, quieting the restless piece of sword embryo iron.

The old man lifted the hammer and continued to beat.

However, he shook his head, full of emotion.

Today, that kid Wen Ting has kept the evil sword for ten years, and I am afraid that it will be today...to open his sharp minions toward his enemies!

The old man sighed, still somewhat puzzled.

Why bother?巘戅丁丁戅

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Ten years of feeding swords, once out of the cage!

Once out of the cage, it was like a crazy hungry wolf, wrapped in Wen Ting's craziest belief.

Passing through the palm of the eldest prince Li Tianlin, pierced Li Tianlin's palm along the palm of his hand, leaning into the heart, and then it started like a nightmare.

The thin sword that Wen Ting has cultivated for ten years, the thin sword specially crafted, seems to be very sensitive to the smell of blood, and specializes in the internal organs!

The constant hole wears Li Tianlin's body, and a puff of blood is staggered around Li Tianlin's body!

The golden blood rushed out.

The whole world became silent at this moment, everyone's eyes widened, looking at the picture that shocked their hearts!

Wen Ting Yijian can actually burst out such great power!

Such an incredible power!

You know, the eldest prince Li Tianlin has the blood of the royal family, his status is noble, and his strength is not weaker than some top ninth ranks.

But Wen Ting actually wanted to kill Li Tianlin with the strength of the Fourth Grade Sword Artistic Conception.

It's like a mortal who wants to kill the gods!

What an unbelievable move!

However, Huang Ying, Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others were silent.

Such a sword might be the last splendor of Wen Ting's life, a splendor that no one can match!

The most gorgeous moment of a sword repairer's life!

The rainstorm pours into the sky, and it suddenly falls right now!

When Li Tianlin's body was taken up with blood, it seemed as if the heavy rain that had been hit by the pause button crashed down!

Crackling and beating everything between heaven and earth.

Wen Ting was poured into a soup chicken, but he handed out a sword, but smiled brilliantly.

Even with this sword, all the power in his body was drained.

Even with this sword, let him run out of oil and turn into a mortal!

The noble prince Li Tianlin was also drenched by the pouring rain, the rain mixed with golden blood, making the prince look extremely embarrassed.

Puff puff puff puff!

The rapier is like a hungry wolf.

However, it hasn't stopped yet, it is still biting wildly, wearing the internal organs of the big prince Li Tianlin!

Even though Li Tianlin's strength is extremely strong, but facing this sword that has been raised for ten years, it is like a terrifying monster in the world of monsters.

Li Tianlin actually couldn't bring up any ray of strength to resist!

He was crushed, crushed to pieces.

攫欝攫. Once arrogant, he is now like a golden python falling into the mire, embarrassed like a mud snake!

Wen Ting, this desperate guy who was crushed by Jianxin by him, has actually had his revenge today, ten years later!

Gentleman sword, sword gentleman.

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years!

Wen Ting, with his head full of frost and hair, looked softly at the thin sword that went in and out of the internal organs of the prince Li Tianlin. He grinned, his face pale and terrifying, and his body was extremely empty.

His internal organs are actually full of holes.

"The so-called royal family, but so."

"You Li Tianlin... but that's all."

Wen Ting sat on the ground in the heavy rain and laughed.

It's comfortable.

Satisfied.

Wen Ting didn't know whether this sword could kill Li Tianlin, but he had tried his best.

As for the power of the iron law...

Wen Ting couldn't stop it, and didn't bother to stop it.

Anyway, before the arrival of Tie Li, he stabbed the sword thousands of times, and his heart was happy!

I am a sword repairer, don't you just ask for a headache? !

"Hahahaha..."

In the rainstorm, Wen Ting laughed.

The picture of ten years ago still appeared before his eyes.

On that rainy night, he fell to the street like a begging, drunk and drenched in heavy rain.

And a graceful woman came to him, leaned to his ears, let the rain stagnate for her, and let time pause for her.

That woman told him what his heart for swordsmanship was.

He taught him "sword feeding", which gave him the opportunity to tear the haze covering his head with his own hands and penetrate the prince Li Tianlin with his own hands!

Let him have the opportunity to kill the gods with a mortal body!

Li Tianlin felt that he was suffering like purgatory!

He who counts as an exhaustive plan, when has he suffered such a loss!

He was careless. He knew that Wen Ting was raising swords, but he had never expected that Wen Ting was raising a beast instead of a sword!

madman!

"Monday Yuan!"

The prince Li Tianlin can only call Zhou Yiyuan, let Zhou Yiyuan help him suppress this crazy sword!

He Li Tianlin is a man destined to ascend to the throne of the Tang Dynasty, how could he die here? !

How could he be killed by a man who defeated Jianxin ten years ago!

As long as Zhou Zhouyuan slightly suppresses the sword that is eroding his vitality, he can tear the shackles and regain control of his flesh. When the time comes, he will crush Wen Ting bit by bit!

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The moment the prince bleeds.

The entire Youzhou Demon Que seemed to be moving, and there seemed to be an invisible wave of fluctuations.

Even the gaps in the closed world are beginning to turbulent!

An inexplicable connection spread to the ancient city of Chang'an.

The ancient temples outside Chang'an City began to ring the bells, the bells broke the silence and the peace of the world.

Above this ancient city, an iron law is suspended and revived.

Endless majesty and confusion enveloped Chang'an City.

In Baiyu Square.

The civil and military officials, the masters of the various sects, all looked at this iron law in awe and inexplicable expressions.

There are two in the entire Datang world that are worthy of awe.

One is Emperor Tang.

The other is this iron law.

This iron law has existed for endless years, since the birth of the Empire of the World.

Tie Lu has changed many masters, once the Great Wei Dynasty in the Eight Dynasties, and the more ancient Great Zhou, Daxia and other dynasties thousands of years ago!

However, many dynasties have been destroyed, but this iron law still exists!

The royal family of countless dynasties poured blood into this immortal iron law!

This is the real weapon of the gods in the world!

Above the sky, Chao Xiaojian and Nan Yehuo were fighting.

And on the top of the imperial city, the iron law is up and down!

The silence in the Taiji Palace was terrible. The holy emperor who stood high and was known as the most powerful emperor since the dynasties in the world, seemed to project only a deep and incomparable light, staring at the iron law.

Om...

There was a slight tremor.

The iron law suddenly disappeared!

Wherever he went, the space collapsed every inch!

Doesn't rely on any space spells arranged by major repairs!

Tie Lü directly penetrated the space with terrifying power, disappeared above the Chang'an Imperial City, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The atmosphere is dull and terrible.

The third prince Li Liancheng knelt in front of the Taiji Hall, his body trembling.

Just now...for an instant, he seemed to find Iron Law...like to swallow him!

That kind of nightmare-like fear made him even lack the courage to stand.

The fifth princess was also pale, but she still couldn't help slapping the terrified and trembling second prince next to her!

The outside world is terrible, so let's keep going.

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Within Youzhou Demon Que.

Shang Shu Zhou Zhou, who is being led by several Dali Temple officials, changed his expression slightly.

In the rain curtain, he seemed to hear the heart-wrenching roar of the prince!

This made his complexion change drastically!

The strength of the great prince is not weak, and the blood of the royal family can be called the top practitioner in the Tang Dynasty.

However, at this moment, there was such a roar!

Zhou Yiyuan ignored the surrounding officials of the Dali Temple. He was covered in golden armor and shattered the surrounding rain, turned into a golden glow, and left.

He no longer slouch slowly, but gallop faster!

Soon, he arrived, and he saw Li Tianlin, the eldest prince in front of the Fourth Resource Station, who was constantly shooting blood, that was so embarrassed, that he was no longer a thorn in his chest!

His body is riddled with holes, his internal organs are full of sword holes!

A rapier that was completely stained with golden blood was coming in and out, like a crazy hungry wolf!

Biting, sucking blood!

巘戅戅. Wen Ting sat on the ground, smiling brightly.

Zhou Yiyuan's eyes tightened. This is... Wen Ting's sword? !

He once asked how Wen Ting's sword was.

And the answer to the question is, I am very imaginary, but I am very strong!

Now Zhou Yiyuan sees Wen Ting's strength!

This is a sword raised with life!

"presumptuous!"

Monday Yuan Yuan drink.

The golden armor on his body exudes endless brilliance. As the minister of the standing prince, he must not sit and watch the prince fall.

Once the prince dies.

What he did in Youzhou Demon Que today has no meaning anymore.

boom!

攫欝攫. Zhou Yiyuan's breath rose steadily, and the clouds and rain all over the sky were torn apart.

The magic pen library mIabIK.cm. The horrible blood burst out like a stormy wave hitting the shore!

Zhou Yiyuan showed his cultivation base at this moment, the eighth-rank smashing air world martial artist!

A mighty martial artist who can crush the void!

The eldest prince Li Tianlin saw Zhou Yiyuan's appearance, and his face suddenly showed joy.

Wen Ting, who was sitting in the muddy rain, smiled and shook his head.

Pity.

If he can break into the eighth rank, and then fall from the eighth rank, such a sword might be enough to completely kill the prince Li Tianlin!

But now, after all, there is a slight difference!

Zhou Yiyuan, an eighth-grade martial artist's shot.

Who can stop it? !

The rain is scouring constantly.

When everyone's eyes are on Wen Ting, Zhou Yiyuan and the prince.

Among the neglected crowd, Fang Lang was covered in blood, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly!

I forgot about him.

Fang Lang holding the lotus sword, between his brilliant smiles, his spiritual thoughts were unreserved, stimulating the sword intent seeds in the Dantian cyclone, pouring into the lotus sword!

Afterwards, Fang Lang threw the Liansheng sword, he stretched out his hand, bend it slightly, and slammed it!

Ding!

A clear sword chant, overwhelming all sounds!

The torrential rain is all stagnant.

Even Zhou Yiyuan, an eighth-rank martial artist whose blood was gushing in the void, felt the blood flowing stagnant.

Seeing Zhou Yiyuan's appearance, Li Tianlin also had a grinning smile.

Om...

call out!

Lotus Sword seemed to burst into a heartbeat.

Then it turned into a sword rainbow and rushed into the sky!

Youzhou Demon Que!

The world where the two worlds collided and closed, was suddenly torn apart by the Lotus Sword!

After the crack, he stretched out a hand suddenly.

That is a palm to the extreme white!

Spotless, skin like jade, just like the hands of an immortal!

This hand held the Lotus Sword.

boom!

At that moment, the whole world became bleak!

"Little guy, I heard your cry."

The faint voice, with a bit of softness, a bit of heroism, and a bit of inhumane fireworks.

Resound in every corner of Youzhou Demon Que!

under.

Even Fang Lang was sluggish. Really, Fang Lang just wanted to arouse the sleepy will in the Lotus Sword. Didn't you think that you were so passionate, and you personally tore through the barriers of the world? !

Wen Ting also raised his head blankly, looking at the hand stretched out behind the crack in the sky and the earth.

"Xuan...Xuanyuan...Taihua?"

The whisper sounded like thunder on the ground.

Jiang Linglong also raised his head, star-like eyes with brilliance, staring at the graceful shadow behind the crack.

Her body was trembling with excitement.

Fang Lang... Fang Lang actually summoned the Taihua Sword Fairy? !

As expected, Fang Lang can draw out the lotus sword!

Jiang Linglong wanted to shout, she wanted to know what happened in Loulan Demon Que that year!

Why did King Jiang Wu become like that after he returned? !

The eldest prince Li Tianlin felt the vitality of being constantly bitten in his body, staring at the woman who had torn the barrier between the world and the earth. For the first time, a panic appeared in the golden pupils!

Xuanyuan Taihua!

She was really not dead!

"Monday Yuan!"

"fast!"

"Save me!"

Accompanied by the sharp roar of the prince.

Zhou Zhouyuan suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes tightened, and his figure shot in the direction of the prince!

however……

His figure just moved.

Between the cracks where the two worlds collide.

The female sword immortal knocked on the lotus.

Above the sky, endless rays of light burst out, like sword energy in an instant, turning into a silver lotus flower, gorgeous and dazzling, attracting everyone's eyes.

In an instant.

Jian Qi in the lotus flower.

Lianshengjian pulled the white color, turning into a white line that split the world into two halves and shot down.

Towards Zhou Yiyuan!

Zhou Yiyuan, who was about to suppress Wen Ting's sword for the eldest prince, trembled!

Turning around and roaring, the eighth-rank martial arts punched out, shattering the void!

His blood is like a river wave!

however!

With a sword, Liansheng seemed to cut Jiang Chao!

The lotus sword pierced his Tianling Gai directly, pierced his spine, and nailed it to the ground!

An extremely powerful 8-rank martial artist, a major practitioner who is just a line from the 9th-rank martial artist.

Was instantly killed.

The prince stared blankly.

An inexplicable chill came from my heart...

He may be dying today!

He has nothing to do with sincerity, but now... he feels confused.

There are too many things beyond the scope of his calculations, and he feels like a fool.

Puff!

Wen Ting's sword penetrated his kidney again, bringing up a puff of golden blood.

His blood flows too much, too much...

He felt the vitality passing!

He...perhaps, really dying!

Suddenly!

Fang Lang, a blood-clothed man, didn't know when he jumped up, and he stepped on a fiery red flying fire flying sword.

The prince looked at Fang Lang dumbly.

What does he want to do?

Fang Lang grinned genially, then raised his hand and tapped.

After Liuhuo Feijian, a magic formation condensed and circled backwards.

Afterwards, there was a rapid burst of speed, and with Fang Lang wrapped around him, he moved in and out of the big prince Li Tianlin who was still carrying Wen Ting's sword!

After extreme silence ~www.ltnovel.com~ is extreme movement!

Fang Lang was on top of Feijian, his cultivation base began to fall continuously!

Fang Lang, who used the Lili Card, once again displayed the half-hearted Wen Ting's swordsmanship!

Swing a sword that ordinary people dared not wield!

It is not too late for the gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

But Fang Lang can't wait ten years.

He Fang Lang takes revenge from morning till night!

Puff!

Like a leaf of fire, scorching the grassland!

Fang Lang handed out a sword at this moment!

The prince stretched out his hand to grab Fang Lang's sword, and this was Wen Ting's sword, piercing his kidneys again.

Li Tianlin stopped moving.

The sword is empty.

And Fang Lang's sword filled his neck and throat...

Bring a puff of golden blood.

And a head flying in astonishment.

PS: I drove the car for a day and went back to my hometown. Finally, I don’t have to drink. I will resume normal updates tomorrow.

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