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In the spring of the 41st year of Dayan, on the day of the Qingmei wine in Jiange, Mu Yun, the first disciple of the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, was named Mu Yun, a mountain in Jiancheng, and a million swords were transformed into disasters.

He is the youngest among the practitioners in the realm of Transformation of the Tribulation in the past thousand years.

Whether he was as famous as the young master of the Emperor League or the Phoenix Girl with noble bloodlines, whether he was a monk who was the only Buddha in the world or his senior brother Huangfu Yi, he would be covered up by the hot sword lights all over him. The glory of

Muyun Sword City's unparalleled talent and unparalleled cultivation of the King's Sword will inevitably be recorded in the history of cultivation by Tianji Pavilion.

But at the moment, he doesn't have so much thought about these things.

The great sword energy song created by the ancestor in the past is like the sword souls echoing in the mountains and the world.

Muyun Sword City, who was holding the Seventy-Two Strange Peaks of Kunlun, stood up from the top of the tree, and was shot out by countless swords with Lingsheng's sword energy soared into the sky.

Millions of swords kept echoing among the peaks of heaven and earth.

Magnificent!

The crazy star-gazing old man echoed the Haoran sword energy song and the million-dollar angry sword songs sung by countless disciples of Jiange. He suddenly laughed: "Dust returns to dust and soil, but people have died, and the sword has died. Can you sacrifice? Can you still revive this Haoran sword energy song? Master, I am a disciple of the ancestor, but I have never heard of the Haoran sword energy written by the ancestor who drunk three thousand guests with such divine power! ”

The demonic voice of the old star-gazing man spread, gradually dispersing the Haoran sword energy representing light and justice.

Mu Yun Jiancheng looked up slightly at the embarrassing and thin figure who should have been respected as his uncle. He would follow the wishes of the head master. The Thousand-year Sword Pavilion would never be passed on to this person.

Because he is going to take revenge!

Mu Yun Jiancheng, who was so energetic and independent, had a bit of a sword saint at the time, raised his hand and was whistled by millions of swords.

Under the guidance of the immortal, the king's way of the king's swords pointed at the old man from afar.

Muyun's sword city sounds like a bell: "Seventy-two peaks listen to the sword order!"

When the sound fell, the sound of response sounded between the peaks in an instant! It was the sound of a sword!

Countless swords emerged from the sheath, and the sword energy was strong and rushed straight into the sky!

Countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion above the peaks of Kunlun Divine Vein stood up and raised their swords to point directly at the top of the clouds, and their voices were as thunderous as thunder: "Listen to the sword order!"

The sword intent around Muyun Sword City is extremely high: "The one who trespassed into my Kunlun Sword Pavilion..."

Countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion shared their hatred for the enemy, and the voice was even better than that of thousands of troops: "You should use your sword to attack him!"

"A man who betrays Haoran's swordsmanship..."

"You should destroy your heart!"

"Those who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors but do not repent..."

"This world cannot tolerate it!"

This world cannot tolerate it!

The words filled with endless anger and hatred echoed between the seventy-two peaks of the Kunlun divine vein.

Thousands of disciples of the Sword Pavilion who were angry and united together condensed into a violent and angry sword force.

The milky white Haoran sword attacked Kunlun, causing the seventy-two peaks of Jiange to look down at the fairyland surrounded by clouds.

Everyone knows that swords come from Kunlun.

The sword is sharp.

The courage, spirit and style of the sword energy left by the ancestor of Jiange lies in the word "sharp"!

Today, the head of Jiange, the sword fell, and it was thought that the thousand-year-old swordsmanship holy land would never exist after civil strife.

Unexpectedly, the first disciple who practiced the King's Dao Sword showed his sharpness as soon as he transformed into a disaster.

Muyun Sword City inherits the sharpness of the swordsman and inherits Haoran's sword energy.

In the name of the descendant of Jiange, under the bright world, in the Kunlun divine vein, under the attention of countless Jiange sects, he wanted to judge the only remaining star-gazing sword saint in the world today.

Wang Xiaoer and the four young masters were extremely excited. They thought that the eldest brother was indeed the eldest brother. Once they transformed into disaster, the entire Kunlun would condense. This is the Haoran swordsmanship holy land that has lasted for thousands of years!

The sound of a verdict echoed between the peaks with sharp edges.

The old star-gazing man in the void laughed instead of anger: "How can you judge this saint with your younger generation?"

Mu Yun Jiancheng ignored it.

He swore to the immortal who combined the four divine swords into one.

"The universe is bright and the sword path is vast. In the name of Haoran Sword, my disciples, please open the sword and kill the saints and conquer the immortals!"

...

The petition from Muyun Sword City to point to the sky and swears into the ears of everyone in this world.

This sound is not as loud as the sound of thousands of disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and it is not as good as the sound of millions of angry swords. But this sound seems to be as captivating as it is, making everyone's ears apart from this clear and exciting petition

Outside, there is no more noise.

Among the mountains and peaks, everything seemed to have become silent.

There is no wind to hear in silence.

Only the hope of countless sword lights in front of the dangerous peaks of the mountains and mountains is left.

Only the disciples of Jiange were watching the admiring and earnest eyes, watching the sudden lonely Yuntian.

The old star-gazing man was also staring at Yuntian.

He was not crazy, did not swing his sword to destroy, nor did he blasphemy or ridicule.

He knew what he was going to face.

He even showed a touch of solemnity for the first time.

...

A majestic sword energy appeared in the silent cloud sky.

The sword energy seemed to be like a white dragon swimming in the shallows floating on the surface by chance, and then it rolled up huge waves like a huge wave.

Countless Haoran sword energy roared in an instant.

The sword energy crisscrossed on the top of the clouds, shooting and shuttled through the tops of the 72 peaks of Kunlun.

The slender and straight figure of Muyun Sword City slowly floated up and floated to the cloud peak where the sword energy was raging.

He took a deep breath!

He held his sword toward the sky!

Millions of swords all turned to the sky!

In the depths of the sky, billions of swords suddenly sounded in the light far beyond the sky. The swords were chanting like gods and Buddhas singing in the sky, and the nameless shock immediately drowned everyone in the Kunlun Mountains.

At the moment when the billions of sword roars sounded, sword lights as thick as sky pillars suddenly shot out from the tops of the seventy-two strange peaks in Kunlun.

Seventy-two giant swords rays thundered and disappeared into the sky.

Then countless sacred and immortal lights sprinkled from the sky. In the countless shocking eyes, under the endless lights, a divine vein that guarded the Kunlun divine vein for thousands of years slowly emerged in the devastated sky.

The towering and majestic formation!

That is the Sect Protection Formation of Jiange! The Sword Jue Seventy-Two Formation!

The sword formation reappeared on earth, and countless sword lights passing through the sky began to gather wildly, gathering towards the Xianxian Sword in Muyun Sword City's hand, which was united with the four gods.

The man stepped onto the void with his sword.

The man and his sword were covered by countless lights, just like the most prosperous sun, and the millions of sunny swords were the sun's sun's sun's divine light.

The sun passes by the sky, not by the setting sun, but by the star-watching!

The body of the old man who is star-gazing was instantly swallowed by the Sun Divine Light!

The light in the sky is scattered!

The picture is frozen at this moment!

Time is silent at this moment!

I don’t know how long it took, Mu Yun Jiancheng’s white robe figure fell from the top of the clouds.

The Kunlun divine vein suddenly sounded the sound of eternal prosperity.

"Meet the senior brother of the sect!"

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In the spring of the 41st year of the Great Yan, two saints fell in Jiange.