Zhou Jianlai was very surprised by the white symbol that appeared on the forehead bone between his eyebrows, because it was very similar to the symbols Zhang Xiaozu drew for him. The difference was that the symbol on the golden bone was red, while his was white.
What puzzled him was that this white symbol appeared on his sword bone, but he could neither feel its power nor understand its meaning.
After pondering for a long time but unable to figure it out, Zhou Jianlai simply stopped thinking about it and muttered in his heart: "It's better to leave such a brain-consuming problem to the pawns to study."
"Zhou Jianlai!" Qin Xingjian saw Zhou Jianlai opening his eyes and waking up, and immediately roared hysterically at him.
Zhou Jianlai heard Qin Xingjian's roar and looked over. When his eyes fell on him, he couldn't help being surprised. He saw that his face was pale, his spirit was tired, his breath was weak, and he looked like he was dying.
"Sorry, I forgot about you. I'm starving. In fact, I'm also very hungry. I'm about to starve to death." Zhou Jianlai said apologetically to Qin Xingjian. When he mentioned being hungry, his stomach immediately growled and he wanted to eat it all in one go.
A whole cow because he hasn't eaten in a long, long time.
"Hungry mother!" Qin Xingjian cursed loudly and shouted urgently: "Give me back my sword intention!"
"?" Zhou Jianlai looked stunned and cast a questioning look.
Qin Xingjian was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted: "You took away my sword intention!"
"Really?" Zhou Jianlai wanted to understand something, and then he suddenly realized that it turned out that Qin Xingjian's dying appearance was not because he had not eaten for several days and was hungry, but because he had taken away his sword intention and his sword skills collapsed.
"I didn't mean to do it, you were too close to me." He explained, "Wait a moment and I'll ask."
After Zhou Jian finished speaking, he sat there in confusion for a moment, then looked at Qin Xingjian again, touched his nose awkwardly, and said: "Your sword intention says that you are narrow-minded, have long-term mental depression, self-pity, no self, etc. It's very difficult to follow you.
, so I don’t want to hang out with you.”
It turned out that when he recast the sword, Qin Xingjian's sword spirit broke free, betrayed Qin Xingjian, threw himself into the vortex of sword energy, and became a part of Zhou Jianlai's sword.
"I...I..." Qin Xing's sword energy exploded in his liver and lungs, and his energy and blood surged instantly. His face turned red, and then his throat trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
For the first time, he learned that robbing other people's things could actually put the fault on the victim.
Just fucking add "wait a minute"
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, this is clearly a mockery of his lack of merit from head to toe, and a naked humiliation of him.
"Zhou Jianlai, you damn... damn... bandits! Robbers! Hooligans! Scoundrels! Damn you, eighteen generations of ancestors! Give me back my sword power!" Qin Xingjian lost his mind and was hysterical.
Zhou Jianlai couldn't help but curl up his lips when he heard this. He liked to hear people call him a bandit and robber. He felt that this was recognition of his ideals and ambitions. He couldn't help but grinned and said: "You are right, I am a bandit and robber.
Furthermore, I had a good intention to remind you before and asked you to return the things to me. If you insist on not returning them, you see, something will happen.
We are all adults and are responsible for every decision we make."
With that said, he walked up to Qin Xingjian, stretched out his hand to touch him, took out the Thunder Gold Jade from his arms, then pointed his sword to release the restraint on him, thought for a while, and took out ten Yuanshi Golden Pills.
Putting it in front of him, he persuaded me with good words: "Whether you believe it or not, I really didn't mean to steal your sword intention, and it is indeed your sword intention that you don't want to continue to mess with you. It's really not that I don't want to return it to you.
I remember I once commented on your sword, saying that your sword was too depressing and not exciting enough. I guess you never cared about it. I hope you can pay attention to this issue in the future.
You are still young, don't be discouraged, you still have a chance to start over.
Look at me, I lost all my cultivation twice and stood up again."
"Zhou Jianlai -" Qin Xingjian glared at Zhou Jianlai with hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "One day, I will return all these words to you! The humiliation you have put on me today, I will definitely do it a hundred times a thousand times in the future.
Come back twice as much!"
Hearing Zhou Jianlai's words, every word was extremely humiliating to his ears.
Zhou Jianlai stood up, looked down at Qin Xingjian, and said: "I advise you to give up this idea, otherwise you will always live in my shadow and be depressed throughout your life. You cannot surpass me."
Qin Xingjian got up, looked at Zhou Jianlai hard, then turned and walked down the mountain.
Zhou Jianlai looked at Qin Xingjian's leaving figure and shook his head with a smile. He did not react much to Qin Xingjian's threats and harsh words, because Qin Xingjian and he were no longer at the same level.
After wolfing down his stomach, he tied the Ten Thousand Swords Box on his back, and Zhou Jianlai left the Sword Burial Mountain. With sword energy under his feet, he flew south with his sword, looking for everything he could rely on.
However, just one mile away from Buried Sword Mountain, he suddenly felt something in his heart and stopped.
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Come, look back at Burial Sword Mountain, and faintly see a sword force wrapping around the entire mountain peak. I couldn't help but scream in my heart, and turned around to return to the mountain.
He flew around the mountain peak from top to bottom for several weeks, and finally stopped halfway up the mountain. He raised his hand to draw the mountain sword, raised the sword high, and then slashed diagonally down the mountain from top to bottom, left to right.
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brush!
The Mountain Sword slashed out a ray of cold sword energy, which sank into the mountain like tofu, and then flew out from the back of the mountain.
Boom--!
The tall mountain was cut off by his sword, and the upper half of the mountain slid down the diagonal plane and fell into the valley. The earth shook and dust filled the sky.
Zhou Jianlai flew to the oblique plane and saw a vertical hole one foot in diameter in the center of the mountain, with a sword hanging in the hole.
The blade of the sword is completely black and exudes a frightening aura of death.
If the sword of light can make people see light and hope, then this sword is just the opposite. Just one look at it makes people feel deeply helpless and desperate, and they feel that the road ahead is lifeless and dark.
"This sword was conceived by the desperate thoughts of countless sword cultivators buried in the Burial Sword Mountain. It is a very dangerous sword, but also a peerless sword!" Zhou Jianlai was surprised and happy.
He landed next to the hole, leaned down, grabbed the hilt of the sword, pulled it out, and shouted: "This sword belongs to me!"
Buzz!
The black sword trembled violently in his hand, and he tried to break free. At the same time, a strong death aura surged out from the sword body, spreading along Zhou Jianlai's arm and surrounding his body in an instant.
Zhou Jianlai relaxed his mind and body and allowed the death energy to invade his body. For a moment, his sword heart wavered violently and almost collapsed. His fingers became loose and he almost dropped the black sword. Fortunately, his sword heart was firm and resisted the erosion of the death air.
As if he recognized Zhou Jianlai's strength, the black sword gradually became quiet in Zhou Jianlai's hand, and retracted the death energy into the sword.
Zhou Jianlai raised his hand and held the sword horizontally in front of him. His sword fingers gently stroked the broad sword body. Feeling the dead heart of the black sword, he said: "You were conceived by the desperate thoughts of countless sword cultivators at Burial Sword Mountain. Now,
Buried Sword Mountain was destroyed by me, and there will be no Buried Sword Mountain from now on, so I will name you 'Buried Sword'."
"Boy, let go of your hand, that's my Shengyang's sword!"
Suddenly there was a roar of thunder in the northern sky, which made Zhou Jianlai's ears buzz.
Zhou Jianlai was so frightened that he ran away with his sword in hand.
