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Chapter 223 The Past of the Sword Sect [Please support and subscribe]

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Chapter 223 The Past of the Sword Sect [Please support·Please subscribe]

As one of the only surviving disciples of the Sword Sect, Wuming now takes on the responsibility of introducing this hidden sect to everyone.

Although Jian Chen worshiped Wu Ming as his master, he had never kowtowed to the ancestral tablet of Jian Zong, so he was not considered a disciple of Jian Zong.

Although Jian Zong is located in the extreme northern ice field, its buildings are very sophisticated and do not have the rough style of the North that becomes practical.

Wuming introduced to everyone the buildings, which were all built by the ancestors of the Sword Sect.

There are pavilions, pavilions, winding corridors and tiled roofs flying high here, just like swallows flying high.

In the middle of the pavilions and pavilions, there are artificially dug water channels, winding rivers, and lotus leaves, which are quite like the Jiangnan water town.

It's just that all of this has been frozen into ice cubes by the wind and snow in the far north. They are just display items in the window, without any flexibility.

Wuming looked at the former sect and sighed: "When the Great Sword Master founded the Sword Sect, he specially found a place where hot springs gush out in the far north ice field and set up a mountain gate here."

"For thousands of years, the disciples of Jian Zong have thrived through this hot spring. But many years ago, Jian Hui used the Huitian Ice Art to seal the hot spring for his own personal gain. The Jian Zong was immediately destroyed.

"

Wuming said as he led everyone towards the ice cave where the decisive battle with Po Jun would take place.

Soon those Jiangnan water town-style pavilions disappeared from everyone's sight, and were replaced by a vast expanse of white walls.

There are hundreds of icicles standing on the ledge.

Duan Lang looked at these abrupt pillars, rushed directly in front of the icicles, and wiped the surface of the icicles with his sleeves.

"Oh my god!"

Duanlang was so frightened that he did three backflips and hugged Nie Feng tightly.

"Unknown Master, why are there human faces inside these icicles?"

A human face?

Qi Lin became interested, walked up to the icicle, waved his long sleeves, and the sword energy rushed out from the sleeves, tearing open the thick icicles and exposing the contents of the icicles.

It's a corpse!

"This sword game!"

Almost all the people in Jian Zong have "Jian" as their surname, and Wuming should be the same.

Wuming looked at the corpse and sighed: "These people are all disciples of the Sword Sect. They gathered in front of the ice cave to wait for me and Po Jun to decide who will belong to the 'Ten Thousand Swords Sect'."

Qi Lin saw that the expression on Wuming's face was becoming more and more unbearable, and immediately took over the conversation and said: "As the leader of a sect, Jian Hui is so stupid that he can't even plan a conspiracy. His use of Huitian Ice Jue should have triggered the ice field.

The cold air covered the source of the hot spring, causing disaster to the disciples who were watching the fun."

Qi Lin also looked down upon people like Jian Hui.

In Jianhui's hand, there is a token left by Wuming's biological mother. At that time, Jianhui sensed the birth of Tianjian and hurriedly went to find it, but Wuming had been sold by his biological father to General Mu Long.

Jian Hui rushed to nothing and only took a token from the dying Wuming's biological mother, hoping to let Wuming know that her biological mother had never abandoned him.

If he had the brains to find Wuming in private and use the relationship between master and apprentice and mother and son to coerce and induce him, he could make him withdraw voluntarily.

But Jianhui threw the token when the decisive battle was going on, and the outcome was already decided.

Although Wuming was merciful, Pojun did not know what was right and wanted to kill Wuming, his senior brother. In the end, traces of humiliation were left on his face.

Even if the Huitian Ice Technique is used, it has no other meaning except to destroy the Sword Sect.

Qi Lin patted Wuming on the shoulder and said to him: "The past is gone, we shouldn't worry about the present. Let's let these Sword Sect disciples rest in peace first!"

Wuming nodded with guilt: "This is what I should have done a long time ago! Back then, the Sword Sect was frozen. I only cared about protecting my wife, but I sat back and watched these disciples being frozen. Now let them rest in peace, even if

It’s me who can atone for any sins on my body!”

After saying that, Wuming reached out and made a move, and the heroic sword in Jian Chen's arms was unsheathed and automatically fell into his hand.

Wuming swung his sword and pointed. Although he did not use any moves, the mysterious and mysterious realm of the Heavenly Sword unfolded. Sword energy naturally emerged from the surrounding ice blocks, tearing open the icicles and letting the bodies of the Sword Sect disciples be revealed to the light of day.

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Then he thrust the hero's sword into the ground, and ice pits appeared on the flat ice, and he placed the sword sect's corpses in them one by one.

After Wuming finished doing this, he called Jianchen and said to him: "Although you have not entered the door of Jianzong, you are still my disciple. Now that you see the corpses of these uncles and uncles, you should know them. Remember

Live their names. Let them still live in this world.”

Jian Chen looked at the corpses one by one, nodded silently, followed Wuming and listened to him introduce the disciples of the Sword Sect who died in obscurity, remembering their names in his heart one by one.

From beginning to end, Qi Lin did not disturb Wuming and Jianchen, waiting for their master and apprentice to complete the burial ceremony.

Li Hanyi sensed the meaning of these countless absent heavenly swords, and was surprised and said to Qi Lin: "The nameless heavenly sword is indeed a master of swordsmanship. The sword and the sky are one with me. Even the master cannot achieve this state!"

Qi Lin said: "Wu Ming was born with a sword! Now do you want to fight him in a decisive battle?"

"Of course." Li Hanyi nodded resolutely and said, "Only by challenging powerful enemies can I sharpen my swordsmanship and continue to climb to greater heights."

Qi Lin nodded and said nothing more. He continued to watch Wuming recount the past events of his senior brothers, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.

This matter will not be resolved so quickly!

Duanlang and the others soon couldn't hold on any longer, so Qi Lin released his innate energy to protect them, from morning till night, until the sky was completely dark, and even the aurora emerged, occupying a large area of ​​the sky.

Wuming finally finished erecting the last tombstone, and then he pulled Jianchen, who seemed to have some thoughts, to Qi Lin, cupped his fists and said: "I was negligent, I should have arranged for you to stay first. Although Jianzong's house was sealed by ice,

, but at least it can block the wind!"

Qi Lin waved his hand directly: "No problem, if you can see this aurora, it's not in vain!"

Duanlang has never left Duanjiazhuang since he was a child, and Mingyue has never left Wushuang City. The two of them looked at the aurora above their heads that fainted from nowhere, with stars in their eyes.

Nie Feng once followed the crazy King Nie to the far north, and accidentally rescued Ghost Tiger. With the help of this unknown servant, he saw the aurora once, so he was not that gaffey.

Wuming smiled and said: "I think back then, when I first came to Jianzong, I saw the aurora behave like this. Now that I think about it, I really miss it!"

After all, he did not express his emotions all the time, but led everyone directly into the ice cave.

The coldness in the ice cave was even worse, and Nie Feng and the others could only mobilize their true energy to resist the coldness.

There are twelve pillars standing in the ice cave, and under each pillar stands a figure. The real Dugu Fang is among them.

During the decisive battle, Wuming was angered by Po Jun, and his sword energy overflowed, almost breaking the pillars supporting the ice cave.

The twelve masters watching the battle each used their skills to withstand the icicles and prevent the ice cave from collapsing.

Jian Hui, who had used the Heaven-Returning Ice Technique, was frozen in mid-air, motionless, and had long since lost his life.

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