Lord Su Ming, one of the nine great monarchs, is the direct disciple of Sword Ancestor?
But you must know that when the Sword Ancestor fell, the Sword Ancestor line was uprooted, and countless strong men were killed. The direct disciples of the Sword Ancestor, and the famous seven sword emperors of the Sword Ancestor line were all beheaded.
Killed.
And if this Lord Su Ming is really the direct disciple of Sword Ancestor, how could he still be alive and well now?
unless……
Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes and thought of a possibility in his heart.
Back in the ancestral land, Namushan once mentioned a traitor from the Sword Ancestor lineage.
The traitor seemed to have memorized all the nine sword moves of the Heart-Slaying Sword Technique. Although Mushan just mentioned it casually, Jian Wushuang still kept it in mind. Now that he knew this Lord Su Ming, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but wonder.
, could this Lord Su Ming be the traitor of the Sword Ancestor lineage that Mushan mentioned?
Lord Spirit God didn't know what Jian Wushuang was thinking. He only saw Jian Wushuang's unconcerned look on his face and immediately continued to talk.
"The Heart-Slaying Sword, as the number one kendo divine weapon in China, is extremely powerful. No one can control it except the Sword Ancestor. Moreover, the Heart-Slaying Sword is a killing sword and its aura is too violent. Lord Su Ming
They had no choice but to suppress them in the Sword-Suppressing Valley, which is why the name of the Sword-Suppressing Valley came from this."
"Under the suppression of Lord Su Ming, the Heart-killing Sword is usually quite calm, but almost every hundred years, it will become restless. The restlessness is so strong that not even Lord Su Ming can suppress it.
At this time, the sword intent sweeps across and thousands of swords come to attack. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any swordsman."
"Wan Jian is coming to court?" Jian Wushuang was startled.
"Sir Su Ming has a broad mind. Every hundred years, before the Heart-Slaying Sword becomes restless, he will invite many strong swordsmen in China to come and observe. This time, the day when the Heart-Slaying Sword becomes restless is not far away. Lord Su Ming
As usual, we invite strong swordsmen from all over the world." Lord Spirit God said.
"Although my prince is not a swordsman, he controls a territory as a prince and has been invited. Mr. Su Ming also asked my prince to recommend three swordsmen to go there. Among these three swordsmen are
Lord Hunjian and Lord Tianming.”
"As for the last one, I recommend you to the prince."
Jian Wushuang raised his brows and finally understood the purpose of Lord Spirit God's visit.
"Swordsman, would you like to go to this Sword Town Valley?" Lord Spirit God asked with a smile.
"Yes, of course I do." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.
Seeing this, the Spiritual God Lord was not surprised either.
The Heart-Killing Sword is restless, and thousands of swords are coming to the court. It is a great opportunity for any swordsman. Others have no chance to go, and which swordsman will refuse this great opportunity in vain.
However, what Lord Spirit God didn't know was that the reason why Jian Wushuang went to Sword Suppressing Valley was only part of the reason. The more reason was because the Heart-killing Sword was the divine weapon of the Sword Ancestor! And he was from the Sword Ancestor's lineage.
descendants of.
"In that case, then get ready and come with me." Lord Spirit God said.
Jian Wushuang nodded, called Binghuo in, and after a few instructions, Jian Wushuang followed the Spiritual God Lord.
Inside the magnificent palace.
As soon as Jian Wushuang stepped into the palace, he saw a young man wearing a silver-white loose robe at the top of the palace. This young man's eyes were like lightning, with a strange magical power.
"Prince." Lord Spiritual God spoke.
"Prince." Jian Wushuang also shouted.
The young man in the silver-white loose robe, the Bloody Prince, looked down, and finally fixed on Jian Wushuang, "Are you a swordsman? The Spirit God often mentioned you in front of me. Although there are lords in my Bloody Prince camp,
Quite a few, but you are the first one who can become the master of a territory in a holy realm."
"It's Lord Spiritual God who made the mistake." Jian Wushuang said humbly.
"Sit aside." Prince Piaoxue waved his hand.
Jian Wushuang immediately sat down in front of the table and greeted the other two people next to him, "Lord Hunjian, Lord Tianming."
"Lord Blood Sword." Lord Hun Sword and Lord Tian Ming, who had already arrived in the hall, also spoke one after another, and their attitudes were quite polite.
After exchanging pleasantries, the Bloody Prince spoke again.
"You three already know what happened this time. After all, Lord Su Ming personally invited me, so I can't be careless. And you three should be the three strongest swordsmen in my Blood Prince camp.
, if you go to Zhenjian Valley, you must not embarrass me."
"Yes." Jian Wushuang and the other three responded immediately.
"Um."
Prince Piaoxue nodded, then took out another token and handed it to Lord Hunjian, "In half a month, the Sword Suppressing Valley will be opened. You three, hurry up and go early."
Jian Wushuang and the other three looked at each other in disbelief, then bowed and left.
After leaving the main hall, Jian Wushuang, Lord Hunjian, and Lord Tianming gathered together.
"Lord Hunjian, you have been to Zhenjian Valley once before. Please tell me and the swordsman what happened there in detail," Lord Tianming said.
The Sword-Suppressing Valley is opened every hundred years, and the last time the Sword-Suppressing Valley was opened, Lord Hunjian had already visited it.
"It will take at least a few days to get to Zhenjian Valley from here. There is no rush. Let's talk as we go."
Lord Hunjian smiled lightly, and the three of them immediately headed all the way to Zhenjian Valley.
…
The Sword-Suppressing Valley has opened again, which is a great opportunity for a large number of strong swordsmen in the vast China.
It is not just Jian Wushuang and the other three that he has attracted to the strong men of swordsmanship.
Throughout China and many territories, the seventy-two princes have received invitations, and like the bloody princes, each prince has three recommendation quotas, and Lord Su Ming, one of the nine great monarchs, personally invited these princes.
No one dared not to give face and asked the three best swordsmen under their command to come over.
In addition, there are many independent swordsman masters who are not under the control of princes, but as long as they are extremely accomplished in swordsmanship and have a good reputation, they will also receive invitations.
And at this moment, in a territory that was not under the control of the seventy-two princes, there was a figure on an unnamed hill.
This man had silver-white hair, a vicissitudes of life, a sad beard, and a long sword on his back.
His eyes were so deep that they seemed to contain endless void, and he just sat there cross-legged casually, drinking from a bottle of wine in his hand.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
There was a sound of breaking wind, and in an instant, dozens of figures appeared beside the white-haired man, surrounding the white-haired man in the center.
These people, each with a strong aura, are actually powerful men at the lord level, more than ten lords in total.
Among them, the sturdy old man at the head is a top lord!
The sturdy old man looked at the white-haired man with a hint of violence in his eyes.
"Jian Nantian, let me see where you run away this time!"