Outside the palace, heavy snow was falling.

The young man in white clothes carries a sword case on his back and hangs a gourd on his waist. He stands upright in front of the temple. His eyes as cold as ink seem to be staring at everyone present, but his gaze seems to have never been there.

on someone.

Cen Jiulian, who was in the middle of the hall, suddenly felt an invisible aura approaching.

His hair couldn't help but flow back, and the white sleeves of his robe seemed to be caressed by the wind. The fingers holding the sword hilt suddenly exerted force on their joints.

This moment.

Cen Jiulian's heart sank.

When he came from Bai Yujing, he once proudly thought that he could see the entire world at a glance, and that with a sword in his hand, he could dominate the world.

But the young man outside the palace made the palms of his sword-holding hands sweat.

Goosebumps all over my body.

Who is this person?

Cen Jiulian was full of curiosity.

"Mr. Fifteen."

"Gu Yusheng!"

Inside the palace.

Han Wen, Qu Lianghong, Su Shouzhuo and Mo Pianlan stood up first.

But among other people in the hall, some people called Gu Yusheng by his first name.

Gu Yusheng?

Is he the young man who came out of Qingpingzhou?

Cen Jiulian had heard of this name a long time ago in Bai Yujing. In recent years, the breeze has ruffled the rivers and lakes the size of a pond, and the word Gu Yusheng has been circulated.

Humble, kill your master.

This is Gu Yusheng's origin.

Trapped away, far away.

It was Gu Yusheng's embarrassment.

A sword of shame about my father.

It almost summarizes all of Gu Yusheng's past.

No one will care about his suffering and experience.

But half a year ago.

There is a saying circulating in the three holy places:

The sword-carrying man rushes out of the wilderness!

Travel thirty thousand miles in one night.

Just because.

There was a young man who was trapped in the Peach Blossom Cage of Qingyun Gate.

He had a reason to die.

So overnight.

Bai Yujing, Da Brahma, and Penglai all sent out people.

Want to stop the sword bearer.

In the final outcome, the three great saints disappeared.

But everyone in the world knows it.

Gu Yusheng finally arrived in Zhongzhou, came to Jingting Mountain, and entered the Holy Monastery.

Become Mr. Fifteen.

It seems that everything has been revealed.

But Cen Jiulian knew.

There is some determined destiny.

It is not something that the Holy Court can control.

Heir of Zhanlongshan Sword Dojo.

He feels he is more suitable.

Now.

The opportunity is right in front of you.

Just draw the sword.

Just have a duel in front of the world.

But now.

Cen Jiulian found that the sword in her hand was very heavy.

"Are you threatening me?"

Cen Jiulian narrowed his eyes and secretly prepared his sword.

But the sword.

Just can't pull it out.

Step, step, step.

Gu Yusheng stepped in.

Take a step forward, and the lotus sword shadow in the entire hall will rotate.

Taking another step forward, the sound of sword chants in the hall became more sonorous and sharp.

Tick.

Sweat broke out from Cen Jiulian's forehead and dripped onto the cold floor.

It was originally his condensed sword intent.

Nine Lotus Sword Technique.

Kenshin Ruoren!

But now, his sword intention was taken away and controlled by Gu Yusheng.

Tick.

There was another faint sound on the floor.

That was Han Wen's heart that had been pierced by the Lingxi sword before, and blood seeped from the corners of his clothes to the ground.

"Did you hurt him?"

Gu Yusheng stopped.

The corners of Cen Jiulian's mouth trembled slightly.

"So what?"

Zheng!

A stern sword energy responded to Cen Jiulian's words.

Gu Yusheng drew his sword.

The dragon-slaying sword on his waist penetrated Cen Jiulian's heart at an extremely fast speed and came out from behind him.

The cold sword edge was withdrawn little by little.

Another sword thrust in!

puff!

The sword is not stained with blood yet.

Was pulled back again.

Another sword glow grew stronger.

The third sword.

It will kill Cen Jiulian!

Cen Jiulian, on the other hand, seemed to be immobilized, and strangely kept holding the sword and drawing it out.

"stop!!"
To be continued...