Son-in-law From Dark World

"This ten thousand sword field is a heritage left by the ancestors of the clan, not power. It can only be understood and borrowed, but not plundered. So even if you gather the sword spirit and even the sword seal here, once you leave, it will become a bubble!"

"I just want to remind you that practicing Kendo is not by plunder, otherwise..."

Boom!!!!

The voice just fell, a breath of terror condensed in the air!

Lightning flashed, thunder exploded.

With Sima Xiangru's arm raised and dropped gently, it became a sword light!

Boom!

Click! CLICK!

The air flow is cut off, crushed, and the void collapses.

One thousand thousand thousand sword to kill all things and chop down from the air!

All the four elders were short of breath, and even felt suffocation, mind shaking, brain buzzing, and the blood in the body seemed to solidify when the sword fell!

Rain and lightning broke out again, but in an instant was swept!

A sword falls, the hurricane is broken, the rain sword stops, the thunder is disillusioned, and the electric light disappears.

At this time, the four Xiantian dragon treasures lost their original spirituality and sword power, and fell to the ground in pieces!

At the same time!

The terrifying sword power makes the four elders feel despair and death!

If you want to be swept, you can't even ask for blood!

Without the second sword, the four elders were decadent, lying on the ground in disbelief, panting violently.

At this time, Sima Xiangru did not look back, but stopped and said in a deep voice: "from today on, the zongmen have been handed over to the four of you. I hope you can carry forward the zongmen, not the tools for you to exercise power."

Sima Xiangru's face was pale and frail, and his sword marks were getting deeper and deeper. Even at this time, his whole body was covered with sword marks. The bloody lines were like the crack of a porcelain vase and the spreading blood thread covered his whole face. It seemed as if it would be broken at any time.

It's very penetrating.

After he stepped away, a pool of blood was left in the position where he was just now.

All the elders went to see it, and they were all surprised!

"Sure enough, he has run out of oil and the lamp is dry!"

"Ha ha, he is wise, otherwise the end will be miserable."

"Well, it's time for us to go out and explain what happened to the Lord. We can enter here at any time in the future, and we are not in a hurry for a moment."

"However, there is one thing that Sima Xiangru said is right. In this place, the sword power can only be understood, so that it can become one's own. Otherwise, it can only be borrowed here. Once it leaves, it will be beaten back to its original form, and nothing can be taken away."

After all the discussions, the elders will make a new decision!

Then the four elders took office at the same time. As for the ten thousand sword area, it can be opened up for the disciples to understand. Everything depends on the talent!

When the four elders announced the retirement of the patriarch, it did not cause much sensation. After all, the disciples learned the truth more or less this year.

However, when it was announced that the wanjian area could be used publicly, everyone had a quota and a time limit, which caused a great sensation. Everyone felt wise in the decision of the four elders.

For a while, each disciple recognized the four elders.

On the contrary, Sima Xiangru's past experiences were completely overthrown, believing that he was too selfish, and that he had limited his development.

The whole clan has changed. Everyone knows that Sima Xiangru has been completely defeated and the four elders are on the top!

In the past, the prosperous main hall of the patriarchal clan became extremely cold and desolate at this time. The courtyard was full of red leaves, but the other courtyard between them was clean and incomparable!

In the middle of the formation of a boundary, even the cleaning disciples, are deliberately avoiding the patriarchal courtyard!

Cold wind out, maple leaves, like a cold palace general desolate.

Under a white plum tree, Sima Xiangru is dressed in white, and looks very cold!

He frowned, his face a little lighter than his white clothes.

The sky is gray, gradually, falling snowflakes.

"It's snowing!"

"It's cold."

Sima Xiangru raised his head to fit the snowflakes. When the cold wind came, he never had any accomplishments to protect his body.

Just like ordinary people.

The sword marks have spread all over his body. His life should have been a month.

However, in the area of ten thousand swords, the consumption is huge, resulting in the recurrence of the injury, which can no longer be suppressed.

"Pooh

A mouthful of blood was sprayed from his nose, and the branches and leaves of the white plum were stained with a little scarlet, just like the pattern of embellishment.

"Father

Just from the hall came out of the color butterfly, see his father's weak appearance, quickly came, face has been covered with tears.My father is now haggard and old, and he doesn't look as upright as he used to be.

There was no momentum.

She was so distressed that she saw her father getting weaker and weaker. She was afraid that she could not get through today.

Caidie helped her father and sat down in the pavilion!

"It's OK. Don't cry!"

"Your father, I have practiced for more than 200 years, and I have experienced too many hardships. This is nothing!"

"Don't worry, silly girl. My father can hold on till you get married."

Sima Xiangru tried to endure the throbbing and Qi and blood tumbling in his body. His accomplishments in his body did not disappear, but could not be stimulated, and fell into a state of desolation.

The whole body meridians were seriously damaged.

As a result, all the original gods fell to the nine levels of transforming gods.

However, the butterfly shook her head and said firmly: "I don't, I don't marry, I just want to let my father live!"

"Never get married in my life."

"Wuwuwuwu..."

Color scale rushed to Sima Xiangru's arms and cried bitterly. He could no longer contain his inner emotions.

She did not feel that the vitality of her father was rapidly disappearing, and the death had covered his whole face and the impression hall.

That's a sign of inaction.

"Silly child, how can you do without marriage? If you don't marry, your father will not be in peace even if he is dead."

Sima Xiangru's voice has just dropped!

"Yes, colorful butterfly, your father is right. When a girl is old, she will marry, otherwise, how can she inherit her family?"

"The monk has not yet cut off his emotions and desires, so you still have to marry someone else's wife."

"It's just that I haven't got married yet. What do you think if you don't marry me?"

All of a sudden, the old, dry and thin figure of the electricity chief came. He was dressed in royal clothes and looked a little younger.

Hair has also been taken care of, plus people happy, rosy face, full of air coming!

Behind him, a group of disciples in black followed him!

Sima Xiangru heard the speech and looked at it coldly!

"Electricity elder, even my daughter's you dare to blaspheme, do you think, I really run out of oil, lamp dry, let you bully?"

"The position of the patriarch, I gave up!"

"If you dare to be presumptuous again, I, Sima Xiangru, will make you miserable before he dies!"

As he spoke, Sima Xiangru became angry, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, a fierce dry cough, and his face was ruddy.

It looks like it's going to fall at any time.