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The setting sun gradually set, and the Sword Palace was shrouded in the sunset. Several old people sat around a stone table and drank from the blood medicine spring. This was provided by the Western Region War Emperor Palace and contained the essence of life elixir. It is a pity that it has been there for so many years.
In the past, medicinal power was of little use to them, but it was better than nothing if it was used to nourish flesh and blood and delay aging.
In front of the Palace of Swords, two heavenly soldiers also held a bluestone jar in their hands, but unlike several old people, what they drank was the strongest blood spring.
The Sword Saint and the young man had been in the Sword Palace for more than a whole day. Regarding the rumors of the Heaven-Slaying Spear, the last thing the two of them could do was sigh.
He was born in a humble age and started in a humble age. He is not the descendant of any strong man. He has the most ordinary human bloodline, but he has created a path among countless young strong men, and even penetrated the ancient road of death that no one has walked for tens of thousands of years.
Perhaps to many kings and even some of the strongest divisions, the ancient road of death is nothing, but to a young man from the frontier generals, it seems like one mountain after another lying in front of him.
To tear down the mountain, one has to walk in blood and fire, wandering between life and death. Along the way, even the two heavenly soldiers who have watched the ups and downs of the world for hundreds of years will have all kinds of sighs.
In their opinion, there is never a lack of strong bloodline in this world, but it is very rare to have enough character and determination. It is very rare to have both.
In the eyes of the truly strong, the cultivation of the mind and will has never been the most important. The most important thing is the character of the mind and the will. These two can be innate at birth, or they can continue to accumulate and grow with the passage of life.
But it cannot be measured by cultivation. In this world, there has never been any method that can be used to strengthen the mind and will. Even if there is more, it will only bring destruction.
After drinking half a jar of blood from the spring, the two heavenly soldiers were slightly drunk. The solitary peak where the Sword Palace is located is called Daofeng. The mountains here are steep. Ganoderma lucidum nectar hangs in the crevices of the rocks. There are abundant vegetation. Sitting in front of the Sword Palace, watching the sunset.
, the sunset clouds shrouded the entire Daofeng with thousands of threads, making it full of auspiciousness, as if in a divine realm.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. It was calm and peaceful at first. Then it was like the beating of war drums, and an invisible air of chilling came oncoming.
Clang!
The two heavenly soldiers were alert. They suddenly woke up, their swords were unsheathed, and sparks flew everywhere.
The two of them stared at the mountain road in the distance. At the end of the winding mountain road, a slender and tall figure slowly emerged, rising and falling in the spiritual mist that lingered all day long. Only a pair of eyes, like the scorching sun that never fell for nine days, stood between them.
It seems to be a bit dazzling.
Who!
The two heavenly soldiers were frightened. With their cultivation, their willpower and spirit shrouded the void outside the Sword Palace at all times. However, it was not until the sound of footsteps sounded that the two realized that this was no small matter. Such a method could easily bully people in front of them.
, for the truly strong, life and death are just a snap of the fingers.
Slowly getting closer, when the two of them saw the appearance of the person clearly, their hearts were shocked.
A young man came towards the sunset. He had sword-shaped eyebrows on his temples and flying black hair. He was as rich as jade. His pure white robe was made of sky silk and moved in the mountain wind.
His steps were not big, and seemed ordinary, but his feet were like drums, especially his eyes. If you look closely, there was no divine light coming out, but the two heavenly soldiers could see from them all the world, and the mountains and rivers were picturesque.
"The King of Mountains and Rivers seals Wujiang, pays homage to the Sword Saint!"
Before anyone arrived, the sound was already rumbling, and it instantly resounded throughout the entire Dao Peak.
"presumptuous!"
The two heavenly soldiers shouted at the same time. Facing such a young man, even though Chi was hundreds of years old, he still felt an invisible pressure. It was simply unimaginable that a young strong man who had practiced for less than a hundred years could actually force him.
To such an extent.
The young man approached step by step, his clear eyes seemed to pierce the void and fall into the palace of swords.
The swords in the hands of the two heavenly soldiers were clanging, and there was a trace of anger in their eyes. This was a kind of contempt. The two of them had been in the sword palace for decades. During this period, they had gone through countless encounters on the road of heavenly generals and heavenly masters, and their hands were full of stains.
He has the blood of a foreign race, but this is the first time he has been ignored like this.
squeak--
As expected by the two of them, the door to the Sword Palace slowly opened at this moment, as if being pushed by an invisible big hand, and a calm and tranquil atmosphere rushed towards them.
Clang!
Sheathing their swords, the two of them knew that this was the Sword Sage's permission to open the way, so naturally they would not block it again.
At this time, the young man stopped in front of the Palace of Swords, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. Then he raised his head and glanced at the ancient bluestone plaque. The two ancient seal characters of Palace of Swords were clumsy and unpretentious, but they made his eyes tremble slightly. They were just two words.
, this can be seen from the Sword Saint’s attainments in the art of swordsmanship.
As far as the young man knows, the word "Sword Sage" is a legend across the entire Northern Wilderness, and in the Western Region of the Northern Wilderness, it is even more glorious. Not only does the sword reach the world, but it also looks down upon all the heroes.
After staring for a long time, the young man walked into the Palace of Swords. Under the sunset, the Palace of Swords looked unusually peaceful. Several spiritual trees were swaying gently. Under the trees, several old people were sitting around a stone table. A small red clay stove was heating the blood medicine spring.
It exudes an intoxicating fragrance.
Several old people did not pay attention to the young man's arrival. They just glanced at him and ignored him.
…
On the Lingquan Pond.
The moment before the footsteps sounded outside the Sword Palace, Xiao Yi slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were focused and he felt the strange oppression in the air.
At this time, the Sword Saint sitting cross-legged in front of the Lingquan Pool had already opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
There was no need for anyone to lead the way. Soon, the young man's figure appeared in front of the Lingquan Pond. The mysterious energy induction caused him to lock his eyes directly on this place.
"You're here."
The Sword Saint looked at the visitor with a gentle tone, but Yin Wujiang's expression became more and more serious.
"Yin Wujiang, I have seen the Sword Saint."
Even though he was facing a saint, the descendant from the Mountain and River King tribe still stood tall and tall, with peerless grace and calm eyes, as if he could accommodate the five lakes and outline the country.
The Sword Saint nodded lightly. Even though he was a generation of Sword Saint and had seen many young strong men, he had to admit that the person standing in front of him was probably one of the top young men in the Northern Wilderness Western Region in the past hundred years. Regardless of whether
Other than that, his character and tolerance are very within reach.
"I've met Brother Xiao."
Suddenly, Yin Wujiang turned his gaze and fell on the Lingquan Pond. His soft tone and clear eyes made Xiao Yi feel a bone-chilling chill in his heart.
In just a moment, Yin Wujiang turned his head, looked at the Sword Saint again, and said with a smile: "Unfortunately, the Mountain and River King tribe has lost its ancient inheritance for many years. The younger generation came here to seek inheritance on the orders of the elders of the clan."
"good."
As soon as the Sword Saint finished speaking, a smile appeared at the corner of Yin Wujiang's mouth, and then he gently raised his hand and smacked it into the void in front of him on the right.
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and each spark shot out in all directions like a sharp sword, piercing the vacuum. And in Yin Wujiang's palm, an inch-long knife talisman appeared. It was crystal clear and clumsy, with a sharp edge, but it shattered inch by inch in the next moment.
.
"Not bad."
The Sword Saint nodded, but his eyes were closed at this moment. Yin Wujiang's smile became even brighter, and his right hand shook continuously. What kind of palm is this? It seems to be boneless, but it is as strong as divine iron, crystal clear as jade, in the void
The sound of gold and iron clashing was heard one after another, and one sword talisman appeared after another, and then shattered. There was water and light in the palm of the hand, which condensed without dissipating, and there was no trace of any scar.
It wasn't until the ninety-nine and eighty-one sword talismans collapsed that Yin Wujiang stopped. He put his left hand behind his back and his right hand hung lightly. He looked at the Sword Saint like this. Although there was a smile on his lips, the inner world seemed to be stirred up.
There was a violent storm, because what he faced at this time was not the Lord of the Opening of Heaven, not even a saint, but a famous saint in the Northern Wilderness, the Saint of Swords, a legend of his generation.
On the Lingquan Pond.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged and his eyes became calmer.
Buzz!
There was a clanging sword, above Yin Wujiang's head, and the light of the swords in the sky was like snow, intertwined into a sky net and shrouded down, the air shattered, and the land ten feet around Yin Wujiang suddenly turned into a vacuum world.
Yin Wujiang raised his head, raised his right hand flat, with his palm facing up. There was a mist of water, as if he could see thousands of acres of mountains and rivers, with sparkling waves.
He slowly raised his hand, and the falling sky net became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a particle of dust, was swallowed by the water light, and disappeared.
"That's right, you can take the God-killing Spear with you." The Sword Saint said calmly and opened his eyes at the same time.
His eyes moved slightly, and on the Lingquan Pond, Xiao Yi's thoughts moved. In front of Yin Wujiang, a three-foot-long black finger bone covered with cracks appeared out of thin air.
Yin Wujiang's eyes lit up, and he felt the murderous aura flowing on the finger bones, and even the ancient and vicissitudes of life, which had been sleeping for a long time. He stretched out his right hand, and the three-foot-long finger bones shook lightly, and then slowly shrank, and also turned into a grain.
Motes of dust fall into the palm of your hand.
After closing his eyes and concentrating for a long time, Yin Wujiang let out a breath, opened his eyes, and saluted the Sword Master with a fist in his hand: "Farewell."
The young man turned around and left. His figure was ethereal, his hair as black as ink, and he quickly disappeared into the distance.
"Do you see clearly?"
After a few breaths, the Sword Saint stood up. He stood with his hands behind his back. The vicissitudes of life were sleeping on his young face. At this moment, his eyes were slightly condensed and he said: "One side of the mountain and river seals, hundreds of millions of miles of rivers and mountains, suppresses eight wastelands, and is famous throughout the world."
Hundred Realms, Laws of Mountains and Rivers, World in the Palm, Little Junior Brother, Sea of Wrong Souls. If it is not necessary, there is no need to force it."
The Sword Saint did not turn around, but left straight away. As a saint, how could he not see that the third young master of the Mountain and River King Tribe had taken a solid step on the road to the Law of Mountain and River, and even walked out on his own path.
This is a truly taboo figure for the younger generation. Because he was once in this field, the Sword Sage understands how terrifying such a character is. In the Sword Sage's view, Xiao Yi is still too young, with a bone age of only thirty.
In ten years, if the same age competes, the outcome will be unpredictable. If you can't win now,
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