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The young master of the four sects of Jiange, Jin, Silver, Copper and Iron, was the first senior brother in the academy to cultivate the thirty-six-character Lotus Life Skill in thousands of years and to take the pride of the academy as his life.

grasp.

Although his pride is as always.

Although his knife is still sharp.

...

He is no longer as good as ever!

He already knows that he is no longer as good as before!

Once upon a time, the name of Huangfu Yi, the disciple of the Daozong who was praised by Tianji Pavilion as the backbone of the world for the next hundred years, was so majestic!

He did not have the noble status of being respected by the young master of the Emperor Alliance, and he was not as proud as the emperor, and he did not have the praise of the genius of the three generations of disciples of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, nor did he have the honor of the title of the genius of the three generations of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, nor did he have the same command as Huanger.

The beast's divine phoenix bloodline and the life and death friendship that King Luo Bing gallops across the seven states and thousands of soldiers behind him swear to follow him to the death.

He is just an ordinary person.

About ten years ago, an ordinary person who was admitted to the academy with unknown origins and unknown parents through his own efforts.

After being accepted as a student by Wuxiang Daozong, his daily life was nothing but practicing besides serving his teachers. He practiced the Sichuan-character traits that were in one of thousands, and practiced the unprecedented Thirty-six-character rituals of Lotus Sheng.

But even so, the senior brother is still just an ordinary person.

The six-character doorway of the outer courtyard of the academy and the seventeen-smile mirror towers of the inner courtyard. The Sichuan-character door, which has always been very low due to the lack of students, has been living in Wangqingchuan. However, after he moved into Wangqingchuan, he successfully spent two sessions of six years of Guangwu.

It made countless teachers and students in the entire academy completely forget their existence with the river of love flying snow all year round.

Senior brother is such a person. He is a person who is extremely proud but has always been down-to-earth and silent in his practice.

It was this peace and silence that made him awesome during the battle at the Academy's Mingjingtai, and then he was recognized by Tianji Pavilion as a candidate for Tianque. Even the princess of the Emperor Wulei Liancheng Jue Demon Clan and others were as famous as the princess of the world. In the end, he surpassed countless people in the world.

The best of the peers are called contemporary geniuses!

The name of the senior brother was spread throughout the world with this voice!

The senior brother relied on his way, his sword and pride to spread his reputation all over the world!

...

The senior brother is still very proud today.

His knife is still very sharp.

The names of the Taoist disciples of the Academy are even more famous than a few years ago.

But he is not like the past.

Even more invincible!

He had blinded his eyes.

He has already lost his heart.

He only had a self-sacrifice knife that held the future prosperity and decline of the academy, and a heavy knife was held alone in his hand.

In the heavy rain, he greeted his enemies with the knife guarding the courtyard.

He had never thought of winning from the four swords of gold, silver, copper and iron. This absurd ending was a ruthless mockery for him now.

But he was still trying stubbornly and unyieldingly.

He tried to fight.

Try to fight against four with one.

Just like his junior brother Luo Changfeng's stubborn head, he just wanted to give it a try.

Because he believed that if there was a miracle of breaking the ice in this world, it would be in endless attempts and stubbornness!

There are many stubborn people in this world.

It's not like-minded, nor is it like a stinking person.

But just from this point of view, Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head disciple of Jiange, is somewhat similar to his elder brother who never gives up.

This kind of similarity or chance, but it is by no means the same name as the same generation.

...

Muyun Sword City is watching the sword.

When it was raining heavily, when millions of swords were chanting, the head disciple of the Sword Pavilion, who was looking at the four shocking swords, seemed to have no idea of ​​directly participating in the melee battle between one and four.

He stood alone on the top of Jianshan with his hands behind his back, looking at the dim sky with his deep eyes, and remained indifferent without the heavy rain.

No one knows what he is thinking.

Maybe even he himself doesn't know what he is thinking.

Withdrew his gaze from the overlapping rain curtains of distant mountains, Muyun Jiancheng lowered his head and looked at the figure at the foot of Jianshan Mountain.

That was the mediocre and confused figure of the younger brother of the same sect who was worthy of competing with him, the younger brother Wang Xiaoer, respectfully known as the disciple of the Seventy-Two Peak Sword Pavilion.

脑海中想起青梅煮酒前夜秉烛夜谈时掌门师尊的千叮万嘱,牧云剑城紊乱的气息与躁动的心境,终于渐渐地平复了下来.

He knew very well the burden on him, so he couldn't help but calm down!

He stood under the dark and gloomy sky.

It's raining all over the world.

The rain fell on the body.

Under your feet is the extremely high and steep mountain of clouds.

Cloud Mountain is filled with countless ancient and long-standing famous swords.

Countless swords were bathed in the cold and holy brilliance of Huahuahua, and kept whispering.

Millions of swords chant in my ears.

Mu Yun Jiancheng, who had been silent for a long time, sat cross-legged on Jianshan.

The temperature on the surface of his body began to rise.

The white mist gradually lingers and rises around the body.

His clothes and long hair have been steamed dry.

He formed a body-protecting sword aura all over his body.

The sword aura enveloped the whole body, and the vast rain could no longer flow into it.

The mountain wind that couldn't tell whether it was a sword wind or a rain wind blew his robe and long hair.

He put his hands and palms gently against his knees.

Two strong fingertip sword energy began to flow backwards along the palm of the palm of the hand towards the arm.

Two sword energy in the Qi vein climbed up the rock along the arm, and destroyed a spiritual acupoint that blocked the countercurrent Qi vein at the arm and wrist.

The sound of meridians echoed in his ears, and an indescribable pain came from his arms. Mu Yun Jiancheng frowned deeply.

So there was a bright red blood stain on his arms soaking his sleeves.

The blood seemed to be mixed with rain and soaked the whole body along the sleeves. From the corners of the sleeves to the neck, from the neck to the chest, from the chest to the legs, to the soles of the feet... the long robe was already a blood robe, and the figure had already

He is a bloody man!

Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head disciple of the Sword Pavilion who practiced the King's Dao Sword, turned into a useless man in the instant when the qi veins flowed back! A useless man without any cultivation!

He was not hurt by anyone!

He just broke off all the qi and veins in his body, destroyed all the spiritual acupoints in his body, and then used all his strength to shake off the soul.

He has nullified his cultivation!

The 72 peaks of Kunlun, who claim to be practicing the swords of thousands of kings, watched the millions of ancient swords in the endless sea of ​​flowers and flowers and listened to the sword chanting and instantly realized.

In an instant, he saw the disaster of life.

So he abolished his cultivation and sought to break it before he could establish himself!

In the continuous rain, he sat on the mountain to understand the sword!

When the millions of sword tombs under this mountain are ordered to surrender, it will be the day when his kingly sword will be called the Lord!

...

Senior Brother Xiao Wang was still standing at the foot of the mountain, standing at the foot of the mountain looking up at the top of the mountain.

The black wind blew across the horizon, the dark clouds were dispersed in the dark and dull sky, and a bright moonlight quietly came into view.

Wang Xiaoer was already holding a sword in his hand, a sword called Yingyue, which had always been invisible.

Wang Xiaoer, holding Yingyue, looked up at the top of the mountain.

The senior brother on the top of the mountain is transforming into the sword and enlightening the sword.

The junior brother at the foot of the mountain will use his soldiers to protect this place.

(PS: I slightly modified the content of the previous chapter, and the plot remains unchanged, just to make it easier to read.)