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

The two sword saints who have been entangled with grudges and hatred for thousands of years are hard to judge right or wrong in the word "Love" and "Sword".

Whether it is the persistence that the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan cannot let go of for thousands of years, or the sword heart and loneliness that the old man Zhaixing has been guarding for thousands of years. Mu Yun Jiancheng, as a junior student, dare not comment irrelevantly, the taste can only be left to the future generations

explain.

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The clouds dissipate and the wind is gone.

Go when I was green plum.

The youngest sword master in the Six Character Sect in the Practice Realm in countless years, Mu Yun Jiancheng, stood at the foot of Xingyue Peak with his hands in his arms. The calm mountain wind blew his loose hair. He stared at the Tibetan that had been passed down for thousands of years in Jiange.

The Sword Saint Land has now turned into ruins.

He knew that there were countless famous swords buried under the Star Flow Peak that he had never realized. Those buried famous swords are witnesses of the countless years of inheritance of Jiange, and each ancient sword represents one

Old man from Jiange.

Tianchi is the place where the soul return to the sacrifice after the death of the Jiange Gate.

Now, as the head of the Seventy-Two Qifengs of Kunlun in Jiange, he naturally cannot let the ancestor's Haoran sword energy be cut off from the inheritance of his master.

So he buried the two swords of the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss and Nanxian Seven-Star Swords that Master and Uncle had matched during his lifetime in the vast ruins of Star Fallen Peak.

It is said to be burial, but it is not buried deep underground.

The two saint swords, which ranked in the top five in the divine weapons list, were inserted on the ruins more than a thousand meters in front of him, and crossed with the word "Yi".

The dust of the turbulence and dust are flying, and the remaining branches and leaves are flying. The two Seven-Star Swords that were once famous all over the world look bleak, but they are not alone.

The Tianchi Lake of Jiange's military soldiers no longer exists. Muyun Sword City wants to turn the ruins of Xingyue Peak into a buried sword tomb! The brand new military soldiers and sword tomb in Jiange!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he saw the future in the gray sky, in the bleak and vast mountain fields, with sword energy everywhere...

Wang Xiaoer appeared behind Mu Yun Jiancheng.

He looked calmly at the back that had already shouldered the burden of life and death of the Seventy-Two Peaks of Jiange but was still as tall as before, with sincere admiration and respect in his eyes.

Although Wang Xiaoer is a disciple of Jianyin Peak in the Three Halls of Jiange, Jiange, and the senior brother in front of him, in fact, his cultivation of his invincible and unbearable methods of the mean are all personally by Mr. Zhaixing.

Authorized.

Even the invisible Yingyue was also from the head of Zhaixing.

From this aspect, Wang Xiaoer, who is respected by countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion and affectionately called Senior Brother Xiao Wang, is the only junior brother of Muyun Sword City!

"Senior Brother." So Wang Xiaoer bowed and called him Senior Brother, not the eldest brother, and not the leader who was invincible.

"You are here." Mu Yun Jiancheng nodded and said without turning around.

"What's the matter with my senior brother?"

Wang Xiaoer, who has an ordinary appearance, is approachable, just like the doctrine of the mean he practiced without intention.

He has a normal heart.

On weekdays, whether in the 72 peaks or in the inns and restaurants run by Tianyong City, they often come to rest and drink with their fellow disciples from each peak and each sect, as well as the brothers who patrol the city and take charge of public security.

Talking and laughing, and getting together.

This is the cold and proud elder brother Mu Yun Jiancheng who is respected by many junior brothers of the Seventy Two Peaks.

Wang Xiaoer stopped when he stood behind Mu Yun Jiancheng.

"Master once said something, let me leave a message to you." Mu Yun Jiancheng said.

Wang Xiaoer was slightly surprised.

He always felt that the fall of the head of Jiandao Tongsheng was too unbelievable.

Although the four magical swords of Chixiao Tianlan Zhanlu Moye were left by the ancestors and were extremely powerful, it would be impossible to slaughter the old man Zhaixing without any effort, even if the sword holder is a star-watcher.

Now that he heard what Mu Yun Jiancheng said with his own ears, Wang Xiaoer even began to doubt the fall of the leader or his voluntary!

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoer was slightly shocked.

Wang Xiaoer, who remained restrained and calm, knelt down behind Muyun Sword City like a sword edict.

Mu Yun Jiancheng gently turned his head: "On the eve of the green plum wine, Master once talked with me at night with candles."

Wang Xiaoer, who was increasingly suspicious in his heart, continued: "In recent days, I have heard from the senior brothers guarding the pavilion."

Mu Yun Jiancheng's voice suddenly became cold: "The master's intention is that he does not want to see Jiange repeat the same mistakes for the next hundred years!"

Wang Xiaoer was a little unsure whether he heard it wrong: "Repeat...what's the same mistake?"

"Repeat the mistakes of chaos inside, the same family members tragically, and brothers stumble on the wall!"

Wang Xiaoer looked shocked.

He felt that the senior brother had something to say.

Will the story of Jiange where the same disciples are slaughtering each other happen again? But what does this have to do with yourself?

"I am already the head of the Jiange, and I will be worshipped by countless swords of Kunlun Divine Veins! But now among the disciples of the same generation of the Four Sects and Three Halls, there is still a junior brother whose reputation is not inferior to me, and his strength even makes me

I can't figure it out! One day when he exists in Jiange, my sword heart will be unstable all day!"

Muyun Sword City finally turned around.

Although he had no intention of being condescending, he, who was holding the 72 peaks of Jiange, faced the disciples of Jiange kneeling in front of him, and was no longer angry and powerful.

He looked at Wang Xiaoer coldly.

Wang Xiaoer has a mean temperament and a moderate wisdom.

But he is not stupid.

He understood what his senior brother meant.

If there is a person as famous as the head of the Seventy Two Peaks of Jiange, and that person's strength gives people an incomprehensible mystery, mysteriously even this sword who cultivates thousands of kings and uses swords to protect the Seventy Two

The senior brother of the sect leader who killed the saint in the sect can't defeat him. Who would that person be?

Wang Xiaoer began to feel a little nervous.

"Senior Brother..."

What he wants to say.

But I never said it.

Because Muyun Sword City has made a choice for him.

"You go down the mountain now! Take your sword and your Yingyue, leave Jiange and stay away from Zhongzhou, and you will not be allowed to take another step here within ten years!"

Wang Xiaoer looked up suddenly.

With confusion and anger.

He suddenly stood up and looked at him: "I don't understand!"

"Don't understand what?"

"Is this what the teacher means? Or is your selfishness?"

"You can understand it as my selfishness!"

"You know me! All the fellow disciples in the entire Jiange know me!"

"Yes! I know you have no desires and no desires in Jiange, and you have no intention of nostalgia for the position of the head, but you still have to leave!"

"Why? Why exactly?"

"I have already said it! A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future!"

"You are afraid of me!"

"This is your understanding."

"Hahaha... Mu Yun Jiancheng, the first disciple of the Tang Dynasty, is the youngest Venerable of the Six-character Sect in countless years, who is afraid of me, the waiter in the inn? This is a joke!"

Wang Xiaoer's eyes were covered with blood and he smiled ferociously.

He couldn't figure out how Jiange would have become like this now.

He couldn't understand even more, how could the senior brother who had been serving the sword in his life who was cold and arrogant in the world look like this?

He pointed to the senior brother whom he respected for many years and was unfamiliar to him. He shouted angrily: "Muyun Sword City! Even for ten years, you can't make a sword heart! You are ashamed of my little king's voice.

Senior brother!”

Wang Xiaoer turned around with hatred.

Leave decisively.

He was disheartened at the moment at the Sword Pavilion and looked at the four young sword orders who came towards him, including gold, silver, copper and iron.

"Remember your choice today! If you deviate from your oath, the inn in the city will not be able to see the wanderer who will return home ten years later..."

The warning from Mu Yun Jiancheng echoed in his ears.

Every word is like a sharp sword blade, which hurts the heart even more.

Wang Xiaoer swallowed all his resentment and passed by the four junior brothers.

夕阳在他身后渐渐西落,沿着他下山的方向,他觉得总有一刻会看到东升!

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