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The sunset is setting, and the sword palace is shrouded in the sunset. Several old men sit around a stone table and drink the blood medicine spring. This is provided by the Western Regions War Emperor Palace and contains the essence of the spiritual medicine for life. Unfortunately, for so many years
In the past, medicine was useless to them, but it was better to nourish flesh and blood and delay aging.
In front of the sword palace, the two soldiers were holding a bluestone jar in their hands, but unlike the few old men, the ones they drank were the strongest blood springs.
The Saint Saint and the young man have been in the Saint Palace for more than a whole day. The only thing left behind about the rumors about the Zhutian Gun was that the only one left was to sigh.
Born in Weimo and started in Weimo, it is not the descendant of a strong man. It has the most ordinary human bloodline, but it has created a path among countless young strong men, and has run through the ancient road of death that has not been passed by anyone for tens of thousands of years.
Perhaps for many kings and even some powerful divisions, the ancient road of death is nothing, but for a young man from the border general, it seems like one mountain after another is standing in front of him.
To push down the mountains, you have to walk in blood and fire, wandering between life and death. As you go along, even if the two heavenly soldiers have experienced many ups and downs over the past few hundred years, they will have many sighs.
In their opinion, there is never a lack of powerful bloodline in this world, but it is only possible to have enough mind and mind. It is very rare to have both.
The cultivation of spiritual will is never the most important thing in the eyes of a real strong man. The most important thing is the mind and mind. These two can be innate and can also be accumulated and grown as the years of life pass.
But it cannot be measured by cultivation. In this world, there is never any method that can be used to strengthen the mind and mind. Even if there is one, more will only bring destruction.
Half a jar of blood springs were drunk, and two soldiers were slightly drunk. The lonely peak where the Dao Palace is located is called Dao Peak, which is steep on the cliffs. Ganoderma lucidum is hanging in the cracks of the rocks, with abundant grass and trees. Sitting in front of Dao Palace, watching the setting sun set in the west
The sunset is full of threads, covering the entire sword peak, making the auspicious aura, as if it is in the divine realm.
Dong! Dong!
Suddenly, footsteps sounded, and at first they were calm and peaceful. Later, it was like a war drum, and an invisible solemn aura came towards us.
clang!
The two heavenly soldiers were alert and woke up immediately, their swords were unsheathed, and sparks were splashed everywhere.
The two stared at the mountain road in the distance, and saw a slender and tall figure slowly appearing at the end of the winding mountain road, rising and falling in the spiritual mist that never dissipated all day long. Only a pair of eyes seemed to be the scorching sun that never fell in the sky, in the two of them.
It seems to be a bit dazzling.
Who is it!
The two soldiers were frightened. With their cultivation and will, they always covered the void outside the Knife Palace, but until the footsteps sounded, they realized that this was extraordinary. Such a method could easily be deceived by others.
, For a true strong man, life and death are just in the blink of an eye.
As they slowly approached, they were shocked when they saw the appearance of the person coming.
A young man came towards the sunset. His eyebrows were on his temples and his black hair was flying. He was as beautiful as jade. His pure white robe was woven with silk in the sky, and he was flew under the mountain wind.
His steps were not big, and it seemed plain, but his footsteps were like a drum, especially his eyes. When he looked closely, there was no divine light scattering, but the two heavenly soldiers saw the world and the country was like a picture.
"The Yin Wujiang, the King of Mountains and Rivers, pay homage to the Saint of Sword!"
Before the person arrived, the voice had already rumbling and instantly resounded throughout the entire sword peak.
"presumptuous!"
Two heavenly soldiers shouted at the same time. Facing such a young man, even though he had been hundreds of years old, he felt an invisible pressure. It was unimaginable that a young man who had been practicing for less than a hundred years could be strong.
To this point.
The young man approached step by step, and his clear eyes seemed to penetrate the void and fell into the sword palace.
The two heavenly soldiers were fighting swords in their hands, and a hint of anger appeared in their eyes. This was a kind of contempt. They were in charge of the sword palace for decades, and during this period, they also walked countless times on the road of Tianjiang Road and Tianshi Road, with their hands covered with them.
It was the first time that he had been ignored in this way.
squeak--
As the two expected, the gate of the Daogong slowly opened at this time, as if being pushed by an invisible big hand, and a calm and peaceful aura came to the face.
clang!
After putting the knife in the sheath, the two of them knew that this was the sword lord's permission. After letting go of the path, they naturally would not stop them.
At this moment, the young man stopped in front of the Dao Palace, with a look of surprise flashing in his eyes. Then he looked up at the ancient bluestone plaque. The two ancient seal characters of the Dao Palace were clumsy and unpretentious, but their eyes were slightly stern, just two words
, you can see the sword saint's attainment in the sword trajectory.
As young people know, the word "Saint of Sword" is also a legend in the entire Northern Wilderness, and in the Western Regions of the Northern Wilderness, it is extremely brilliant. Not only does it mean that the sword is in the world, it also looks down on the heroes.
After staring for a while, the young man walked into the Dao Palace. The Dao Palace shrouded in the sunset seemed extremely quiet. Several spiritual trees swayed gently. Several old men under the tree sat around the stone table, and the red mud furnace was warming the blood medicine spring.
Exudes an intoxicating fragrance.
Several old men didn't care about the arrival of the youth, but just glanced at him and ignored him.
...
On the Lingquan Pool.
The moment before the footsteps outside the Daogong sounded, Xiao Yi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were condensed, and he felt the strange oppression in the air.
At this time, in front of the Lingquan Pool, the Saint Saint, who was sitting cross-legged, had already opened his eyes. His eyes were calm and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
There was no need for anyone to lead the way. Soon, the young man appeared in front of the Lingquan Pool. The qi in the dark made him lock here directly.
"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 Saint of Knife."
Even though he was facing a saint, the descendant from the Shanhewang tribe was still tall and straight. He was peerless in style and calm in his eyes, as if he could accommodate five lakes and outline the country.
The Saint Saint nodded slightly. Even as a generation of Saint Saint, who has seen many young powerful people, has to admit that the one who stands in front of him is probably one of the most peak young people in the Western Regions of the Northern Wilderness in the past century.
Others, just this kind of mind and demeanor is very accessible to people.
"I've met Brother Xiao."
Suddenly, Yin Wujiang turned his eyes and fell on the Lingquan Pool. His tone was gentle and his eyes were clear, but it instantly made Xiao Yi's heart feel a bone-broken chill.
In just a moment, Yin Wujiang turned his head, looked at the sword saint again, and smiled and said, "The Shanhe King tribe was unfortunate, and the ancient methods of inheritance have been lost for many years. The younger generations came to seek inheritance by the elders of the clan."
"good."
As soon as the Saint Saint finished speaking, a smile appeared on the corner of Yin Wujiang's mouth, and then he raised his hand gently and slapped into the void in front of his right.
clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and each spark shot like a sharp sword, piercing through the vacuum. And in Yin Wujiang's palm, a knife talisman about an inch long appeared, crystal clear and ancient, with a sharp edge, but it collapsed inch by inch the next moment.
.
“Not bad.”
The Saint of Knife nodded, but his eyes closed at this moment. Yin Wujiang's smile became even stronger. His right hand shook continuously. What kind of palm is this? It seems to be boneless, but it is as hard as divine iron, as crystal clear as jade, in the void.
The sound of metal and iron clashing came out one after another, and one knife talisman after another appeared, and then shattered. There was a mist of water in the palm of its palm, which condensed but did not dissipate, and there was no scar.
Until the 9981st sword talisman collapsed, Yin Wujiang stopped his hand. He carried his left hand behind him and his right hand drooped slightly. He looked at the sword saint like this. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, the world of his heart seemed to rise.
It was a storm, because at this time he was not facing a Lord of the Creation of Heaven, or even a saint, but a saint who was famous in the Northern Wilderness, the Saint in the Sword, and a legend of a generation.
On the Lingquan Pool.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Xiao Yi's expression remained unchanged and his eyes became calmer.
Buzz!
There was a loud sword sound, and Yin Wujiang's head was above his head. The sword light in the void was like snow, intertwined into a sky net and covered it. The air shattered, and Yin Wujiang's ten feet of land suddenly turned into a vacuum world.
Yin Wujiang raised his head, raised his right hand flat, and his palm facing upwards. There was a mist of water, as if the mountains and rivers could be seen, and the waves were sparkling.
He slowly raised his hand, and the falling sky net became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a grain of dust, swallowed by the light of water, and disappeared.
"Yes, you can take the Slaying Spear away." The Saint Saint said lightly, opening his eyes at the same time.
His eyes moved slightly, and Xiao Yi's thoughts moved on the Lingquan Pool. In front of Yin Wujiang, a three-meter-long black finger bone covered with cracks appeared out of thin air.
Yin Wujiang's eyes lit up, sensing the killing aura flowing on the finger bones, and even the quaint and vicissitudes of life. After a long period of time, he stretched out his right hand, and the three-meter finger bone shook slightly, and then slowly shrank and turned into a grain.
The dust falls into the palm of your hand.
Close his eyes and concentrate. After a long time, Yin Wujiang let out a light breath, opened his eyes, and clasped his fists to the Saint Saint and bowed: "Goodbye."
The young man turned around and left, his body was ethereal, and his three thousand black hair was like ink, and he soon disappeared from afar.
"Did you see clearly?"
After a few breaths, the Saint Saint stood up, and he stood with his hands behind his back, and his young face was asleep. At this moment, his eyes slightly condensed and said, "A mountain and river seal, which contains billions of miles of rivers and mountains, and is famous throughout the heavens."
The hundred worlds, the laws of mountains and rivers, the world in the palm of your hands, the younger brother, the wronged souls in the sea are not necessary, there is no need to force them.”
The Saint Saint did not turn around, but left straight away. As a saint, he couldn't see how he could not see that the three young masters of the Shanhe King's tribe had taken a solid step on the road to the laws of mountains and rivers, and even walked out of his own path.
This is a real taboo figure for the younger generation. Because they were in this field, the sword saint understood more clearly how terrible such a person was. In the sword saint's opinion, Xiao Yi was still too young, his bone age was only thirty, if there were more than one more
Ten years, when the same age is fighting, the outcome is unpredictable. What cannot be won now is the time. (Please give me monthly votes, recommend votes on Monday! There is another update, which is delivered later, before 2 a.m. The more I write, I feel more and more.
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