A figure came from a distance.
He was dressed in linen clothes, with white beard and hair, a calm face, a waist as straight as a sword, and eyes full of solemnity and determination.
Under the blazing fire.
It makes his figure look a little distorted.
It is Yuan Zhengyang!
"kindness?"
Outside the Sword Transformation Pond, several monks guarding here instantly discovered his traces and were startled and suspicious.
"who is it!"
"This is the Sword Transformation Pond. Which heavenly general's deacon are you? What are you doing here?"
"Has there ever been a report?"
"..."
Yuan Zhengyang did not answer.
The speed seemed slow, but in just a few breaths, he was already in front of the guards.
"Sword slave?"
Several people instantly recognized Yuan Zhengyang's identity, their expressions changed, and they started scolding him!
"Little sword slave!"
"Despicable thing!"
"This is also a place where you can come? Who is your master? You can't even stand a sword slave. What a waste!"
Cursing and cursing.
Several guards came over together,
Yuan Zhengyang's figure froze.
"Sword cultivator, Yuan Zhengyang."
He said calmly, "Come here and get the sword!"
boom!
The voice fell.
A sword as thick as a mountain suddenly rose from his body and fell towards several monks!
then.
During Gu Han's battle with Ling Ya, he relied on his solid accumulation to break through to the realm of freedom. During these years of wandering in emptiness with Chong Ming, he gained even more knowledge!
As Yun Jiansheng said.
Some people have little experience and become late bloomers, and Yuan Zhengyang is a typical example!
His qualifications are average.
His swordsmanship talent is also average.
Relying on perseverance and perseverance, as well as the tenacity to cultivate only one sword for ten thousand years, the accumulation has finally seen results. In just over ten years, it has broken through to the realm of heaven!
Bang bang bang!
The sword's intention was like a mountain, but his figure was like a sharp sword, and he passed through several guards in an instant!
Thump thump!
Several corpses fell to the ground!
"There's movement!"
"Why did I sense the sword cultivator's aura!"
"Let's go! Go and have a look!"
"..."
The movement here instantly alerted the other guards, who all came to check.
Yuan Zhengyang seemed unaware.
Taking one step forward, we arrived at the Sword Transformation Pond.
The blazing fire rolled in.
His kick was ignited and his white hair and eyebrows were scorched, but he seemed not to notice it.
Looking at the densely packed broken swords.
There was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
The sword intent of the heavy sword on his body continued to spread, trembling slightly, as if calling for something faintly!
For a while.
The broken swords that still had some spirituality left in the Sword Transformation Pond began to tremble, but then fell into silence again.
Yuan Zhengyang.
Not their master.
"Sorry."
A trace of apology flashed in Yuan Zhengyang's eyes.
I understand in my heart.
Swords are purer than humans. The masters of these swords have lost their swords and their willpower, and have turned into slave puppets. However, these swords still retain some sharpness!
"I am not your master."
"I can't help you."
Sigh softly.
He ignored the many guards who had come behind him and continued to search.
Sudden!
He seemed to sense something, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes!
"found it!"
The voice fell.
A broadsword with most of its parts broken roared towards him!
Get the broad sword.
The overbearing blazing power swept over him, turning his skin and flesh into a scorched black.
But he felt no pain.
boom!
With a heavy swing behind him, an unparalleled sword intent that was almost as strong as the sky swept past. Dozens of guards screamed and their bodies exploded into pieces!
Finish this.
He looked at the half-cut sword and smiled sadly, with a bit of relief in his sadness.
"My Zangfeng is still there!"
Chapter completed!