Senior Brother Jianxian is Going to Have a Good Time Today

"Because I should not belong to the Dao of Heaven." Gu Yuan sighed, he should be considered a dead person now.

But he can also use sword power and aura. After the body of the blood race is fused with the rules of this world, many changes have occurred. Sometimes Gu Yuan himself can't figure out what he is.

Gu Yuan watched the mirror monster in front of him begin to shine with brilliance, and finally this brilliance turned into a mirror, and the mirror was held in his hand, and the mirror surface was broken.

Gu Yuan temporarily put this mirror into his system space.

Before he was in a hurry to say anything to Yin Yuechu, the world in front of him suddenly collapsed, the wasteland turned into darkness, and the darkness became a little brighter in an instant. The saint in white was holding a sword in his hand, and looked at him with a puzzled face. .

The saint was dressed in white, as if his whole body was emitting light, but Gu Yuan couldn't see his face clearly anyway. He was standing in front of him, and there was no cover on his face, but Gu Yuan remembered it no matter what. I couldn't help but see his face, only a pair of gentle eyes.

"Where's the mirror demon?"

"Dead." Gu Yuan replied casually.

"died?"

"Well, I killed her."

"Then can you give me that mirror?"

Gu Yuan took out the broken mirror, but the moment he took it out, his spirit moved slightly.

At this moment, his expression didn't change at all, and the mirror was handed over to the man opposite him.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." The man in white smiled at him, "It's a good thing you took care of the mirror demon, otherwise if I make this sword, there will be more troubles in the future."

"fine."

The sage in white sensed that the spirit in the mirror demon had disappeared, he was slightly confused, how did this guy manage to kill the spirit completely?

"Is the mirror demon really dead?"

"Well, I took out the eight swords and smashed her foundation with the power of the sword, and I saw it disappear between the heaven and the earth."

The saint in white thought for a while, but it was not impossible, so he stopped asking, "This trial is my negligence. You have completed the first trial, so what kind of reward do you want?"

"What can senior give me?"

"There's not much I can give you. My existence has been erased by this world, so I can't interfere too much in this world. Everything in Shenyuan Thunder Tribulation Valley is the limit I left behind.

So I can't give you any treasures, and I can't improve your cultivation, but I can tell you an interesting thing. "

"You are...the Chosen One."

After the sage in white murmured this sentence, all the darkness in front of Gu Yuan disappeared, and everything in front of him turned into a wasteland again, while Yin Yuechu was repairing his injuries, Gu Yuan sat on the ground for the time being.

Using Luo Yesheng's drop of blood and the eight-fold sword power was a particularly big loss for him. Now his whole body is in a state of near collapse, and he is trying to calm his mind.

in the mind.

A voice murmured.

"You... why did you save me?"

"You... are really a group of... hypocritical creatures."

There was nothing but indifference left in that voice.

Chapter 77 Her Robbery

In the wilderness where he could not see the edge, Gu Yuan did not respond to the voice that sounded in his head.

He just took out his Jun Que Sword, Jun Que Sword is not his natal spirit sword, and his body can't practice the natal spirit sword now.

But at any rate, the Jun Que Sword can be regarded as a heavenly weapon, and it can accommodate a weak and almost transparent weapon spirit.

If the Qi Ling who is currently in his sea of ​​consciousness does not choose to attach to this sword, it will be swallowed by the tide of this sea of ​​consciousness in a few moments, and Gu Yuan just put the sword there, Whether to live or die is her own choice.

Gu Yuan waited for ten moments, and finally a little light gushed out from between his brows, and finally fell into the Jun Que sword.

Gu Yuan put away the Jun Que sword, and then looked at Yin Yue who was opposite.

Yin Yuechu's white dress was stained with blood, and the skirt was also slightly torn, making her look quite terrifying and coquettish.

But Gu Yuan had only seen the Mirror Demon's imitation before, she was wearing a light veil, and now the two looked at each other, and Gu Yuan caught a glimpse of the shyness in Yin Yuechu's eyes.

"Princess Yueyue, I have no ill intentions towards you, and I just needed to find a gap where she was not prepared before, so as to kill her completely." Gu Yuan muttered lightly...

Yin Yue was silent for a long time.

Gu Yuan thought she was angry, but to his surprise, Yin Yuechu looked into his eyes, and a smile overflowed from the corner of his blood-stained mouth.

"I didn't mean to blame you. From now on, I owe you a great favor."

Gu Yuan nodded slightly, "Then please ask Princess Yue Yue to keep everything that happened here a secret, whether it's you or me."

"That's natural." Yin Yue said lightly.

So Gu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, seeing her appearance did not seem like a lie.

The two looked at each other for two or three seconds.

Yin Yue gradually regained that haughty expression. Although she was covered in blood, it did not affect her arrogance that had been engraved into her bones. In the end, her lips parted slightly, and the question she asked was, "So, Lin Jianxiao is Did you kill it?"

"There is no proof, Your Royal Highness, please don't spout blood."

"Lin Jianxiao is just a prince with ordinary blood, and he was not born to my mother. His death is nothing to me, so you don't have to worry about it." Yin Yuechu's expression was still as calm as water.

The Zhongzhou Imperial City is divided into two lines. One line is the bloodline successor of the contemporary Zhongzhou Imperial City, with Lin as the surname, and the other line is the current Zhongzhou Empress. In the imperial city of Zhongzhou, the emperor's dog's head was cut off, and he sat in the place of the empress himself.

But in the end, she kindly kept the emperor's line, and Yin Chuchu was her daughter. As for who Yin Chuchu's father was, that was unknown. Naturally, no one dared to ask.

"I don't know how he died, Your Highness, you misunderstood." Gu Yuan replied flatly.

So Yin Yuechu didn't pursue this matter any more.

"Thank you, Mr. Gu, for saving your life earlier."

"It's just a hands-on effort."

Gu Yuan stood up, and he put down the hand behind his back, which had already condensed the sword force before, as long as Yin Chuchu showed the slightest strangeness, he was ready to strike.

Since Yin Yuechu didn't ask any further questions, the matter can be shelved for the time being.

He heard Yin Yuechu continue to ask in his ear, "Young Master Gu, how did you refuse such a temptation?"

"Ok?"

Yin Yuechu's eyes were full of curiosity.

Gu Yuan thought for a while, "Probably because people who don't want to care are disappointed in me."

At this moment, the familiar voice of the saint from before rang in the ears of the two of them.

"The first trial is over, and the second trial is about to begin. All young practitioners, please get ready."

The space in front of the two began to distort, obviously they were about to be teleported to different places, Gu Yuan and Yin Yue looked at each other, and he whispered, "See you by fate."

Yin Yue nodded slightly, "We will meet each other if we are destined."

……

After a space distortion, Gu Yuan simply closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a peach garden in front of him.

"The second trial, get out of this peach garden."

Gu Yuan looked at everything in front of him. There were rows of peach trees in front of him, and the ground was soft soil. This was not like a constructed illusion, but a real scene that existed. When he took the first step, a The invisible sword intent hit him.

He pinched a peach petal and chopped off the sword intent.

He took the next step, and another completely different sword intent struck.

Gu Yuan became a little more interested in this, and he began to quicken his pace. Every time he took a step, a sword intent struck him, and when he walked faster, the sword intent gradually became more numerous.

He walked nearly a hundred steps, and a voice sounded in his ear.

"The next road, you'd better walk slowly."

So Gu Yuan took a step, and the next second, he sensed a sword attacking towards him.

His expression gradually became a bit dignified, and he used his first sword. This sword collided with the sword that seemed to come at his fingertips, and he was able to take the next step.

in the next time.

Gu Yuan can't remember how long it took him, but he only remembers that he has been walking forward, but every time he takes a step, the sword moves he faces are completely different. It seems that several years have passed, but he has only walked out eight step.

The only thing that surprised him was that it seemed that no matter how he used his sword power, he didn't consume any soul and energy here. After walking to the eighth step, the sense of space distortion came, and he returned to the original point.

So he walked forward again, and the sword intent struck again.

In Gu Yuan's memory, he has used his eight sword moves nearly a thousand times, but every time he came to the end, and after swinging the eighth sword, he returned to the original point.

He seemed to be really trapped in this peach forest.

……

Ning Xiu looked at the sword in front of him.

He swung his last sword, and finally chopped the sword in front of him into pieces, and the sound of the end of the second trial finally sounded in his ears.

He obtained five drops of almost liquid heavenly aura, but when he looked at the wasteland in front of him again, it seemed like a world away.

He himself couldn't tell how long he had been in the second trial. There were many swords in the second trial, and each sword tirelessly rehearsed the moves used by its master in the past, and he What has to be done is to decipher these moves.

If counting the time of each sword strike as an instant, Ning Xiu felt that he had probably been in this trial for a hundred years.

He didn't know how long time had passed, but he didn't complain at all. On the contrary, he was especially grateful for the existence of this second trial. Being able to fight against the former powerhouses was a rare opportunity for him. things.

Along the way, he defeated hundreds of swords that were definitely masters of swordsmanship. Although Ning Xiu didn't know their cultivation level, he thought that the masters of these swords should not belong to this world.

Ning Xiu has studied all the famous swordsmanship classics in this world, and has fantasized about fighting those strong men, so he can be sure that the swords he fought with just now do not belong to this world.

In fact, he was right.

The masters of these swords were all defeated by that saint. The saint has all the moves they used in his memory, so he handed over the second trial to Ning Xiu.

It is not so much a trial as a gift.

Ning Xiu looked around in a trance, he saw Ning Qingyao appearing beside him, he was stunned for a moment, "Your second trial is over?"

"Yes." Ning Qingyao tilted her head, "What about you?"

"How long has it been?"

"Up to four hours?"