Boys' song line: Playing the sword god Li Chun at the beginning

Because, he felt the sword intent on the opponent!

This person is not very old, but the sword intent on his body is very strong.

Ling Wuji looked at the people beside him, and said softly: "It seems that there are many masters here."

"Master?"

"I can't be called a master, but I grew up in the sword mound, and I have a bit of sword intent in my body."

The young man stood up and walked in front of Ling Wuji and the others.

He behaved elegantly, and introduced in a very friendly manner: "I'm writing about Chen Xuanbin, the 350th generation heir of the Chen Family Sword Tomb, and I've met a few of them."

After Chen Xuanbin finished speaking, he smiled slightly at the few people.

"That Nanyue just now comes to the Chen Family Sword Tomb every year, but there are countless people like him."

Hearing Chen Xuanbin's words, Ling Wuji nodded slightly.

"Under Ling Wuji!"

Several people introduced themselves one after another, without hiding their names or hiding anything.

When Chen Xuanbin heard the names of several people, his eyes lit up and he became a little excited.

Xiao Se sized up Chen Xuanbin, his expression and attitude were somewhat similar to those when he first met Mu Chunfeng.

"Lone Sword Immortal Ling Wuji!"

"Snow Moon Sword Immortal Li Hanyi!"

.....

"It's actually a well-known legendary figure in the world. I, Chen Xuanbin, can actually meet a few of them. I'm really lucky in my life."

Chen Xuanbin's expression became agitated, and there was admiration in his eyes.

Such eyes are not fake, and they cannot deceive people.

Ling Wuji smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass, and responded, "It's just a false name."

Chen Xuanbin shook his head, and said excitedly: "Gu Jianxian is still self-effacing. My Chen Family Sword Tomb has always welcomed the strong."

"What's more, there are two grandchildren of Li Suwang, the world's number one swordsmith, Xueyue Sword Immortal and Fire Sword Immortal."

Hearing this sentence, Ling Wuji seemed to realize that the other party was not simple, and he knew the affairs of Jianghu very well, and not only that, he said it immediately.

"Since your Excellency knows so much about Jianghu and has such a profound background, I will not hide it." Ling Wuji responded with a smile on his lips.

Chen Xuanbin sighed and looked at the few people, "It's not convenient to talk here, I wonder if you can move to my Chen Family Sword Tomb for a visit?"

"The deeds of several people are the stories that Xuan Bin admires every day."

Ling Wuji shook his head when he heard the words, and vetoed with a smile: "That's not necessarily the case."

"From here we also understand that after all, the Jianxin Tomb of the Chen family is in competition with the Jianxin Tomb, and we are going to Jiangnan this time just to experience the local customs and customs."

Hearing these words, Chen Xuanbin was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Since that's the case, Xuanbin will not force it."

"When the sword is sacrificed, please be sure to come."

Chen Xuanbin smiled lightly, and responded: "Of course, we are also full of curiosity about the sword sacrificial at the Chen Family Sword Tomb."

He finished his sentence, motioned to several people, and then left the wine shop with his men.

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Chapter 147 Sword Tomb Sword Slave

Inside a carriage.

Chen Xuanbin was sitting flat, fanning his fan quietly.

"Young master, these people may have some other purpose in appearing here."

"Do you want me to ask Nanyue to kill them?"

On the side of the carriage, the following servant held his sword and said respectfully.

With a flat expression, Ling Wuji replied: "Among them, the one with the lowest strength is at the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, and there are even two masters at the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm."

"Who do you think Nanyue can beat with his strength?"

When the servant heard the words, he looked embarrassed.

But the next second.

Chen Xuanbin opened the curtain, and looked towards another silent, burly middle-aged man who was following him.

"Slave of Swords, go and capture Fire Sword Immortal Lei Wujie for me."

Hearing Chen Xuanbin's order, the middle-aged man nodded towards him, but still didn't speak.

The servant's expression was happy. He knew the purpose of Chen Xuanbin's sending out the sword slave. The sword slave's strength had also reached the realm of freedom, but he would only obey one person's order.

The carriage moved forward slowly until it disappeared into the distance.

.....

In the courtyard.

Lei Wujie and Ye Ruoyi sat in the courtyard, and the two chatted happily.

"Is this sword sacrifice ceremony so grand every time?" Ye Ruoyi asked curiously.

Lei Wujie scratched his head. Although he is the grandson of King Li Su, he has never seen any sacrificial swords, and he doesn't even know how to forge swords.

"Grandpa didn't talk about it, and I didn't ask about it."

"But this should be available in every sword mound." Lei Wujie said.

He thought about it carefully, and said again: "The sword sacrifice in the sword mound should be the biggest event in every sword mound."

"At that time, at that time, the swords of all the swordsmiths in this year will be taken out and evaluated. The best one will be the main one, and the rest will be used for sacrificial swords."

"Use the sword of everyone, sacrifice the sword of peerless!"

Ye Ruoyi was shocked and said in surprise.

Lei Wujie thought for a while, and continued: "This sword sacrifice ceremony should be experienced by every generation of sword ancestors."

"Every generation of sword ancestors must participate."

"Therefore, this sword sacrifice ceremony should be the same as the original Sword Tomb War."

When Ye Ruoyi heard this, she became thoughtful.

"No matter what, this sword sacrifice should be very lively." Ye Ruoyi said with a smile.

She likes to be lively, especially in the sword mound.

She is interested in everything in the Sword Tomb, and wants to take a look.

......

Lei Wujie sat in the yard, lying on a chair, looking at the sky.

Ye Ruoyi took out a jar of wine from the house, with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you going to Xiao Se's room to drink and talk about the Sword Tomb tonight, why are you still lying here?"

Lei Wujie smiled leisurely, "It's still early, I don't want to help Senior Sister Qianluo wash the vegetables."

"Wine, put it here, I'll take it later." Ye Ruoyi smiled sweetly and said helplessly.

But just after she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a strong murderous aura.

Lei Wujie also felt it all at once, sat up quickly, and looked outside the room.

The place where they live is not far from Xinghua Village, but this place is very remote and will not be disturbed by outsiders, but the current breath is very familiar.

"Could it be the killer at the restaurant just now, Nan Yue?" Ye Ruoyi guessed.

Lei Wujie's expression was solemn, and he picked up the killing sword on one side, feeling that this person came for them.

"The visitor is not good!"

"You go back to the house first." Lei Wujie said to Ye Ruoyi.

Ye Ruoyi nodded, and hurried back to the house, the door was closed tightly.

She believed in Lei Wujie's strength. In the Xiaoyaotian Realm, the swordsmanship is so good that ordinary killers are not enough to deal with them.

boom!

The door was shaken open by a strong breath.

The entire wooden door was broken and scattered on one side.

Lei Wujie looked at the expressionless middle-aged man in front of him, with a big sword on his back, this kind of decoration is very similar to the angry sword fairy.

However, this person's aura was full of murderous intent.

The middle-aged man was expressionless, and looked at Lei Wujie.

"Who are you?" Lei Wujie questioned, full of vigilance.

The middle-aged man did not respond, but raised his sword and attacked Lei Wujie.

Lei Wujie was startled and quickly backed away.

The middle-aged man held a sword and chased all the way, very fast.

Lei Wujie didn't dare to touch head-on, but kept dodging.

It's just that the opponent's strength is strong, and when the big sword comes down, it is filled with a majestic force.

Lei Wujie's defensive power is not weak, but the opponent's strength is too huge, and he can't stand it.

With a bang, Lei Wujie was sent flying.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lei Wujie fell to the ground, his face pale and his breath weakened.

"Why is there only murderous aura on this person, but no sword aura?"

Lei Wujie got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a solemn expression.

"Okay! If that's the case, I won't be polite."

The middle-aged man remained silent, and the big sword in his hand released a red halo.

Lei Wujie looked at the other party with a sneer on his face.

With a wave of his hand, he took out his Killing Horror Sword, and the same red halo enveloped his whole body.

Lei Wujie stepped forward with one step, and the Killing Sword swept out, and a red light was drawn on the edge of the sword.

The middle-aged man gave a cold snort, his figure was floating, he quickly avoided, and at the same time he slashed out with a sword.

boom!

The red light exploded.

The middle-aged man retreated three meters, while Lei Wujie only retreated half a meter.

The middle-aged man looked at Lei Wujie with a solemn expression.

Lei Wujie clenched the Killing Horror Sword tightly, and strode out with a big stride, his body filled with murderous aura again, he stomped the soles of his feet, the ground shook, and the whole house trembled non-stop.

Ye Ruoyi stood by the window, watching what happened in the yard, she was shocked.

The middle-aged man in front of her is actually a strong man in the free world!

But why did she feel that the person in front of her was not a living person.

In the eyes, there is no god.

The breath on the body, I can't even feel the breath.

Ye Ruoyi's expression became serious. She remembered that in the sword mound, there was a special kind of person who accompanied the young master of the sword mound since childhood. When he grew up, he tempered himself with a sword and turned into a sword slave to protect his master forever.

Could it be that this middle-aged man is the sword slave of Jianzhong?