Sword Knocks The Gates of Heavens

Chapter 562 Autum Water Disciple Zhao Xuanjun

In fact, this was still Sang Xiaoman’s hand, and at the moment when the cloud character shattered, she released the mountain character, otherwise Gu You might have been bleeding Splash on the spot.

“Do you still think that women can’t inherit the patriarch position of the Sang family?”

Sang Xiaoman smiled with his hands behind the people in front of him.

“What if you can draw a Grade 7 cloud?”

Qu Ping pointed at Sang Xiaoman angrily while supporting Gu You, who was coughing up blood. Dao:

“If you insist on going your own way, you will only make the Sang family fall into the fire and water, and make all the branches oppose your Tianzi vein!”

Although Sang Xiaoman’s strength surprised him a little , but he did not change his opinion, still felt that Sang Xiaoman was not suitable for this patriarch position.

“So what?”

Sang Xiaoman’s face also sank.

“Nothing, just your lineage, just wait for the 7 meridians to join the crusade! When this lineage blood flows into a river, don’t resent us!”

Don River coldly said.

“7 meridians crusade?”

Sang Xiaoman sneered.

“Have you forgotten, the Sang family originally only has the lineage of the sky, but our ancestors remembered your contribution to the family, and gave you the Sang family name and let you Cultivation Sang family cultivation technique, That’s why you 7 meridians. Today, you ungrateful locusts, trying to replace them, dare to say such a high-sounding? It’s ridiculous!”

She said without giving up.

“That’s nothing to say.”

Sang Wuyin, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly spoke up, and the armrest of his patted seat stood up.

“Xiaoman’s niece has such strength, and I, Uncle, are also very pleased. If I fight in the future, I will have no scruples.”

He laughed, and then held out a sigh. With one hand, he patted Sang Xiaoman’s shoulder.

Sang Xiaoman instinctively wanted to hide, but found that his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire. shoulders.

“Pa”

Although it was only a light slap, Sang Xiaoman felt that his internal organs were about to be smashed.

Seeing that Sang Wuyin’s hand was about to be patted down again, Zhai Rong, who was beside him, seemed to have noticed something unusual, but in Sang Xiaoman’s eyes, his figure became extremely slow, and he held one hand for a long time. Couldn’t lift it up.

“This must be some Spirit Treasure I missed…”

Sang Xiaoman’s heart sank, she had investigated Sang Wuyin before, and put his cultivation base as a product. Order, talisman and even Spirit Treasure are all well investigated, but it is clear that a lot is missing.

Just when she was thinking about whether to use her trump card, a crisp sword sound suddenly came from outside the house.

Immediately with a “ding” sound, a rusted ancient sword was inserted into the floor of the room, making a humming tremor.

And the aura emanating from this Ancient Sword was like a clear spring, washing away all the “muddy” around Sang Xiaoman, allowing her body to regain her freedom.

“Sang Wuyin, are you in a hurry?”

A tall and thin man walked into the guest room with a large sword case on his back.

The man’s face is vicissitudes of life, with stubble on his face, but his eyes are extremely sharp.

But Sang Xiaoman recognized him at a glance.

“Cousin Xuanjun!”

She shouted a little excitedly, even forgetting that she had just escaped the danger.

The man who suddenly appeared was none other than Zhao Xuanjun, Sang Xiaoman’s cousin, who had studied with Li Yunsheng at Autum Water.

It’s just that the outstanding boy in the younger generation of Autum Water has now become a sloppy sword cultivator.

“Sorry girl, I’m late, I just received your letter not long ago, and I didn’t even see my uncle for the last time.”

The gaze of Zhao Xuanjun when he said about his uncle got a little dim.

“Zhao Family also want to go to this muddy water?”

Sang Wuyin sneered aside.

“You can think so if you want.”

Zhao Xuanjun pulled up the ancient sword on the ground and gave Sang Wuyin a cold look.

“You already have an inextricable relationship with that Autum Water, and now you have to mix it up again, I’m afraid the road in the ten states will not be easy in the future. I admire your courage. It’s just a pity that you, one in ten-thousand does not have the talent.”

Sang Wuyin shook the head with a pity face.

“I, Zhao Xuanjun, have always been the Autum Water Disciple. Anyone who asks me I can tell him so loudly, no need to hide.”

Zhao Xuanjun raised the handle in his hand ancient sword , took out a silk cloth and wiped it carefully.

“However, in terms of talent and courage, I can’t match my Junior Brother’s case.”

He said this, his hand was on the hilt of the ancient sword With a firm grip, along with a humming sword cry, a chilling sword intent swarmed out from the ancient sword.

Even Sang Wuyin was a little scared.

“This kid is stronger!”

He sighed in his heart.

“Old Qu, Mrs Tang, since we are not welcome here, let’s go, there are still a lot of things to discuss later.”

Sang Wuyin’s face was helplessly laughed.

“That’s right.”

However, just when a few people were about to go out, he suddenly turned his head and said with a smile to Sang Xiaoman:

“Xiaoman Niece, it’s been a few days since my big brother’s funeral? Don’t forget to let me know when the time comes, and I’ll prepare a gift for you…”

After saying this, He followed a few clan elders and walked out of the guest room with a big smile.

Even though Sang Xiaoman was out of breath, it was a complexion ashen at this time.

“Don’t worry, we will settle the bill with them one by one.”

Zhao Xuanjun patted Sang Xiaoman’s shoulder comforted.

“I’m fine.”

Sang Xiaoman shook the head, then smiled and asked:

“It’s you, cousin, you’re going fast this time. Has it been three years? How far have you traveled this time? How many swords have you found?”

hearing this Zhao Xuanjun suddenly became excited.

“This time, I traveled northward from Zuzhou, passing through Yuanzhou, Liuzhou and Shengzhou, and traveled all over six state capitals. In total, I found one hundred and sixty famous swords left by my Autum Water. One of them, this is one of them.”

He said incessantly as he put down the huge sword box on his back.

Speaking of which, he opened the sword case, and an ancient sword with a rusted handle flew out of the sword case and was fully suspended in the guest room.

“Are these the swords that flew out of our Autum Water?”

Looking at this long sword with an ancient handle, Sang Xiaoman’s eyes suddenly became hot .

“Yes, I can name each of them.”

Zhao Xuanjun nods and said.

Since the destruction of Autum Water, he has been like an ascetic for ten years, looking for the sword that flew out of Autum Water in every corner of the ten states.

“When all the swords are found, I will definitely build Autum Water again.”

Zhao Xuanjun said with certainty.

“There will be that day.”

Sang Xiaoman also nodded hard.

“It’s just, cousin, have you ever heard of him?”

She suddenly looked a little sad.

“Cousin said Yunsheng Junior Brother?”

Zhao Xuanjun asked.

“en.”

Sang.

“No, in the early years, I often heard some news about the pursuit of the remnants of Autum Water, but in recent years, the Xianmeng suddenly blocked all these news.”

Zhao Xuanjun Shook the head with a wry smile.

“But I believe he must still be alive. The 100,000 prisoners Ghost Messenger in Mugu Sen didn’t trap him, and those people who came out of Mu Gu Sen definitely couldn’t do anything about him.”

He was very confident.

“I hope he can be safe.”

Sang Xiaoman said with a gloomy expression:

“These years, when I think about it, he was alone and face to face. For the pursuit of Xianmeng and Yanyu, I will hate myself, why did I leave Autum Water at that time.”

“I am not like this.”

Zhao Xuanjun took a deep breath, eyes sharp and authentic.

When I think of Autum Water, I want to cry, that is my lost youth, please vote for my lost youth, thank you

(End of this chapter)