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As the saying goes, all the kings under the heavens are the kings, and all the kings are the kings and ministers.

The king's sword spirit, which has reached the last level of the third realm of sword intent, is like a million heroes rushing into the river, walking through the king's land, making people feel scared and have no way to retreat.

Luo Changfeng, who is in the center of the great sword intent disaster in the depths, stood with a knife.

His slender back was instantly obscured by the kingly sword intent that was slammed by the storm of the shore.

He was not afraid!

He remained unmoved!

The light of stars suddenly lit up in the void where the sword intent was raging around him.

More and more star lights were lit up and then strung together by a star line, forming complex and obscure star patterns.

He was formed into a boundless sword domain.

The knife domain has no boundaries.

The knife domain has its own boundaries.

Luo Changfeng, who dominated the sword domain, allowed Yuanhong's sword intent to collide with the invisible sword domain wall, and countless fierce winds mixed with sword intent rage.

The wind is as thin as a line! The wind is as fast as light!

The wind stormed onto the strong green green on the top of the cliff, and many unclear fine holes and eyes appeared on the leaves.

The wind stormed onto the dangerous cliffs, leaving countless mottled sword marks.

The wind stormed into the sky surrounded by clouds and mist, causing the unknown Nuo Dashen formation to flash. It was like rain hitting the lake, and the small raindrops on the sword formation appeared densely and rippled.

The wind urges everything on the cliff! The uncoverable noise shocked Jiufeng Mountain's tops so much that they looked up from afar... There were occasionally climbers on the mountain, and they stopped for it and looked amazed and admired!

It’s just that this climber is not a swordsman involved in the challenge.

The mountain he climbed was also not the peaks of the Nine Heavens.

The mountain at his feet is the most steepest and majestic, and the most magnificent and towering among the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun.

This mountain is called Kunlun Ding!

The top of the mountain is the top of Kunlun!

He wants to climb to the top of the mountain that has never been there for thousands of years except for one person. On the top of Kunlun are two lofts that stand straight to the sky of the star sea for thousands of years, the long-lost star-picking loft and the star-gazing loft.

He wanted to look at the endless dazzling galaxies on the top of the mountain and see the stars that can be picked at all.

His name is Yixingchuan.

Thousands of years ago he was an old star-gazing man respected by countless people in Kunlun Jiange.

Thousands of years ago, he was the handsome young man riding a crane into the sky in Kunlun Mountain.

He is Jian Han!

He was going to meet an old friend, who had seriously injured him and sealed him in his body for thousands of years, causing his madness.

The old friend was his senior brother, the only senior brother in his life.

The old friend is named Jian En, and now he is the head of Kunlun Jian Pavilion, the old man Zhaixing!

On the long and steep mountain road, I don’t know how to wear a ragged Taoist robe that I have been wearing for thousands of years, my head full of gray and fluffy hair, and my back bent by endless grievances... The sloppy back of the old Taoist star-gazing guest looks a bit

Sad.

Fortunately, it was just a matter of a moment.

The star-gazing guests walked very quickly.

His whole body also changed very quickly.

He took thousands of steps in one step.

The thin and hunched back in a tattered Taoist robe suddenly turned into a white long gown.

He climbed another thousand steps.

The messy gray hair instantly turned into three thousand silver white like snow and waterfall on her shoulders.

He climbed three thousand steps.

The old face and wrinkled skin became handsome and extraordinary, and that face looked like a 20-year-old pride in heaven.

White clothes, silver hair, white eyebrows, handsome face, and bright and restrained eyes.

The figure climbing the mountain with his hands behind his back, the temperament and rhythm emitted from his steps made the spiritual energy and sword energy of the entire mountain tremble.

He seemed not to be climbing a mountain, he was flowing back the years!

Climbing three thousand steps with your hands behind your back, and time goes back for three thousand years!

Jian Han, who was climbing to the top of the clouds, stood in front of Zhaixing Pavilion and looked up from afar. After a thousand years, he came to his hometown again, and his thoughts were endless.

The door to the Zhaixing Pavilion loft slowly opened.

That means welcome.

Jian Han took back his mind and stepped in.

He entered Zhaixing Pavilion.

Although he has been a thousand-year-old brother with the old man Zhaixing, today is the first time that the old man Zhaixing is entering the Zhaixing Pavilion by Jian Han.

Jian Han didn't have the heart to see the starry sky patterns on the four walls of the attic. In fact, these patterns are no different from his own starry-gazing pavilion, it is just a record of a galaxy in different directions.

Jian Han looked at the opposite side with deep eyes.

A gust of cold and fairy-filled wind blows, and the wind blows away the clouds and mist, bringing a majestic figure into your eyes.

The same white-clothed and white hair, the same hand-behind, the same handsome face, and the same deep eyes.

At first glance, these two people look like brothers and sisters of their same brothers, not only in shape but also in spirit.

The person who came was not the leader of Jiange.

He is Jian Han’s senior brother thousands of years ago.

His name is sword entropy.

After a thousand years, I saw my only junior brother again, and countless nostalgia appeared in Jian En's eyes.

That was nostalgia and a little sad.

He clearly remembered that they had once competed in martial arts and swords at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

They chased them with swords among the mountains and ridges.

They ate and slept together.

They are incompatible with each other.

But thousands of years ago, he stabbed his body with a sword.

Jian Entropy, which was trembling slightly in his heart, didn't say anything.

Jian Han, whose eyes were as plain as the starry sky, did not speak.

They just stood with their hands behind their backs and looked at each other.

No one knows what kind of emotion this brother, who has been entangled with grudges for thousands of years, is like each other.

Perhaps even they themselves can't explain it clearly.

The Star Picker three thousand years ago had the ability to take the life of the Star Gazette, but it only made a seal on his junior brother.

Three thousand years later, Star-Zai Ke saw the Milky Way appearing in the night sky that night, and he knew that his junior brother woke up from madness, but he was still indifferent.

Don't kill, don't have the idea of ​​killing.

Hate or not hate.

Righteousness or injustice.

Maybe he can no longer tell!

The silence in Zhaixing Pavilion lasted for a long time, Jian En finally sighed deeply: "Junior brother, are you here?"

Jian Han nodded slightly, and the voice was vicissitudes and far-reaching: "Senior Brother, you are old!"

...

There are countless strong disciples under the Seventy-Two Qifeng Sect of Kunlun Sword Pavilion, but no one dares to enter the Zhaixing Pavilion. So no one knows that the star-gazing guest is in that attic.

Everyone is paying attention to the Kunlun event where Qingmei is boiling swords.

In the green plum forest at the foot of the mountain, Li Luo held the divine weapons with one-armed 24 hands, one-on-one-on-ten, and couldn't wait to end the final battle of the Sword Contest early.

He chose the final, which was originally scheduled to be one-on-one.

Once the twenty-four swords were released, no one could stand the opponent.

Ten people collapsed on the sword controversy platform.

Li Luo stood with a sword, with great might.

There were roars and thunders and applause in the green plum forest.

All the practitioners who were not optimistic about the one-armed sword slave Liluo from afar and many outer disciples of the Jiange were left with shocked faces under the endless applause.

However, Li Luo, who easily wins, doesn't agree with it.

Qingmei has seven places to boil swords, and he has already occupied one of them.

He raised his eyes to the peak of the Nine Heavens, as if he saw a man with red hair carrying a blood-red sword climbing a mountain.

(PS: Slow hand speed, hot weather, no air conditioning, so miserable! I promise you here that I will write a good book and a real good book. I also hope that everyone can stay with you and accompany you all the way.

Juntiantu grew up and accompanied Loulan to witness the results bit by bit. In addition, the monthly tickets are still valid at the beginning of the month, and twenty monthly tickets are updated. I will remember that yesterday and Monday's owed to be made up for the weekend.

You can add one if you have a few monthly tickets, and it will also be on weekends.)