Chapter 127 Martial Saint's Photo

It was still the open space in the dense forest, and it was raining lightly at this time. Wash the blood on the ground clean.

"'Sui Jian, Ren Qianchou,' Lan Jian, Xie Jun, 'Nu Jian, Yun Tao, and a hundred thousand Xuesha Li Xie Huiling, three innate sword masters who hope to enter the realm of Wu Zong, plus these Li Xie, the future celestial position, returns to the spirit.

The loss of Yunxia Mountain this time is really not small."

In the dense forest, a figure in black stood upright with his head held high. Wearing a black cloak, his face can be vaguely seen, delicate and beautiful, male and female indistinguishable, seems to be extremely young. He was looking up at the treetops.

"It's a pity! The sky is not beautiful. After this rain, all the blood marks have faded away. Besides you and me, there are at least five people here who have been here before us. It is estimated that even if there are any traces , can't find it either."

Beside him, there was another person, who was also dressed in black, but did not hide his face. The nose was so big that it almost occupied half of the face, and it had zei brows and mouse eyes, making it look extremely obscene. The viciousness that flashed in his eyes from time to time was even more chilling. At the moment, he was careless, walking around.

"Didn't it be ordered by Master to find the guy who killed Mi Lao? Why did he come here? Although he was entrusted by Zong Yang of Qiantian Mountain to send that son back. But a few days ago, Master Don't you think that their bid is too low, and you have already turned it down? This son of Qiantian Mountain has nothing to do with us now!"

"Naturally it has something to do with it!"

The handsome young man smiled coldly, walked up to a pine tree, and said lightly: "Most of the congenital experts who were related to this son of Tianshan were near Yunsheng City at that time. People in Yunsheng City, how much do you know?" Ling Yunzong will not take action against Mi Lao lightly for matters like ours. After thinking about it, only this group of people are the most likely. I don’t know if Master Qiu Ling will return to his younger brother, do you think so?”

While speaking, this handsome young man reached out and took a broken branch into his hand, and after looking at the broken branch, he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Destroy life. This man has such a sharp sword! As expected, he is a hundred thousand xuesha"

"Li Xie Huiling's sword is naturally powerful. That shy and unblinking lunatic! Even I am a little scared. Such a beautiful wife was beheaded by him and turned into a cup of loess. What a pity! Give it to me to play How good is it to play? But the person who killed him is even more amazing. I don’t know if it was really the one who appeared suddenly, Xuanwuzong?"

Seeing that the handsome young man didn't answer in silence, Qiu Ling didn't care, and started to walk around: "But Senior Brother Yun, what you said earlier is very reasonable. At that time, near Yunsheng City, people who were qualified to kill Mi Lao, This group of people accounts for at least 70%! Maybe they are the four who have died here!"

Suddenly he stopped and stared at Li Xiehui's still wide-eyed head under his feet. Qiu Ling frowned, and suddenly sneered.

"I've already made such an embarrassing expression for who to see? If you don't have your life and sword, who else can you kill?"

Jing raised his foot and stomped heavily, crushing Li Xiehui's head like a watermelon.

However, at the next moment, Qiu Ling's expression suddenly changed: "Is it sword energy?"

Countless fierce vigor suddenly erupted from under his feet. Qiu Ling's figure retreated in a short breath, and he retreated to twenty feet away.

However, there are still countless scars under the feet, and countless wounds have been pierced on the feet. He couldn't help cursing: "This Li Xie came back to his senses, why is he still hurting people after he died! Fortunately, I reacted quickly. Hey, something is wrong one by one"

Thinking carefully about the situation just now, Qiu Ling immediately let out a breath of cold air: "It's at the neck, it's not Li Xie's recovery, but the man who shot him, the sword energy and sword intent are all condensed but not fully lurking for half a day There is more than enough days. This person is really amazing! Sure enough, he is Xuanwuzong!"

The young man surnamed Yun's body also moved at this time, and even Li Xie turned back to the still well-preserved body and looked at the fracture. After a while, he shook his head slightly: "No! It's not yet at the level of sword intent. It feels like it's just the innate realm, but how is this possible? Who in this world can beat a hundred thousand xuesha? This Li Xie is proficient in spirit recovery The land galloping technique is unparalleled in speed. Otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped repeatedly in dozens of pursuits, who could make him so helpless?"

The more he talked, the more confused he became, and his eyes were full of incomprehension. And Qiu Ling, who was cleaning the wound, was also stunned.

If Sha said that the person who recovered Li Xie's spirit was a Xuanwu Sect, it would not be surprising, and he would only secretly sigh with emotion that the fate of the 100,000 Xueshas is not good. But if the person who makes the shot is just an innate martial artist. Then the nature of the matter this time is completely different.

If this matter spreads in the cloud world. Not only is it facing Yunlu in the east, but it is going to shake everything up. Even if there is no Yunlu in the middle, it still has to be alarmed.

The name of 100,000 xuesha and Li Xie Huihui, not only shocked the East Lin Yunlu. To be able to kill this person in the innate realm, isn't this person's talent far greater than a hundred thousand xuesha?

The brow of the young man surnamed Yun also frowned slightly, and after a long while, he suddenly smiled, and suddenly slapped out his palm, which turned Li Xie's body back into ashes in an instant.

"Brother Shi Hui, thanks to you this time, I really found something interesting. It may not have something to do with Mr. Mi, but I am very curious now, so I must check it out."

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Back inside Yunling Shrine, Long Ruo was flying that giant mosquito towards a palace in the distance.

This cloud palace is located in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. The area is vast, and there are endless clouds and mist everywhere.

The beauty of the scenery is really vast. But if you are used to seeing it every day, it is nothing more than ordinary.

When Long Ruo reached the place thousands of feet in front of the stone hall, he flew down from the spirit beast he was escorting, and then walked straight inside.

Although the area is large, there are few people here. If Long Ruo walked through the door, he went directly to Ruofu's space in the stone hall, and there were only five people sitting upright.

Four of them were all dressed in green robes, with haggard faces and closed eyes, sitting on the left and right sides. There is only one person at the top, with a face like a crown jade, eyes like lacquer, and a handsome appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who is looking at him with a smile at the moment,

"But it's strange why I called you here? Just look at this!"

While speaking, the young man in the hall waved his hand, and a blue light flew towards him. Long Ruo raised his brows, showing a very dignified look, his sleeves bulged, and a force of shock erupted. Carefully received the blue light in his hand. But it is a small sword more than two feet long, sharp and cold.

"It's a Broken Edge Sword!"

Long Ruo frowned, then overjoyed, bowed to the top and left and right: "Thank you, Master, and all the masters and uncles for your love. With this sword, Long Ruo's sword control skills will definitely be stronger."

Then he felt curious again: "But I don't know where to get this broken-edged sword? Isn't it said that the sect has searched for it for two hundred years, but there is no whereabouts. Is it possible that this sword was destroyed by that person?"

"It was bought by your ancestor Kuangshi Huidi. The one who discovered this sword was Zongshou Qiantianshan. Zang is in an ordinary black wave sword, which is really surprising! To buy this sword, the madman used two An extremely human pill, a fifth-order soul beast. Longruo, you will have to compensate him one or two in the future."

When the boy at the top said this, he frowned slightly: "The madman also said that this Zongshou has two veins and no Fa cultivation, so far he has no inner breath. But you can find this sword for this person. It's obviously a bit of luck. Long Ruo, you have seen him with your own eyes, do you really think he has no hope of practicing?"

"Nothing! A trace of internal breath?"

Long Ruo was slightly taken aback. He remembered that when he met last time, the son of Qiantian Mountain had clearly reached the realm of a martial artist, and his foundation was not weak. Why did the ancestor mad teacher return to his younger brother and say that the child has no inner breath?

Immediately, he didn't care about it, or this child completely gave up hope, and maybe he dissipated his true energy. With a body with dual veins, practicing martial arts, everyone is cool at all times, so it is not surprising to give up.

After suppressing this doubt, without much hesitation, Long Ruo shook his head for a while: "I remember telling Master in the previous life that there are other hidden dangers in this son. The soul is broken, and there are obstacles between heaven and man. I predict that his life will , can only reach the realm of secret martial arts at most! As for the spiritual fa, once it reaches the state of leaving the body, there is no doubt about it. If you read it wrong, just gouged out my eyes."

The young man in the hall immediately burst into a chuckle, and after a while, he sighed regretfully: "It's a pity! This son has a good heart, and his talents in martial arts and talismans are also superb. Why is he unable to practice Fa? The heart of heaven is impermanent, really Unpredictable!"

Long Ruo remained silent for some reason, when he said the words just now. In the soul, suddenly there is an inexplicable uneasiness, as if he has done some irreparable wrong, and his heart trembles endlessly.

The young man didn't notice Long Ruo's strange color, and after sighing, his expression became serious: "One year later, the Dragon Gate will be opened. All disciples will gather at Julong Mountain. There are many strong men in Yunlu to the east. , will also participate. However, among these thousands of people, only twenty can have the opportunity to watch Wu Sheng take a picture.

What our sect can do now is only you and your ancestors. Long Ruo you these days, you need to prepare well! If you throw it back in my Zong's face, you will not be forgiven lightly! "

This sound was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, which made Long Ruo suddenly come back to his senses, and immediately restrained all distracting thoughts. Facing upwards, he bowed solemnly: "If Long Ruo understands, he will never let down the expectations of his master and all his uncles!"

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in my chest. The picture of the Longmen Martial Saint only appears once every hundred years. It is a stone wall left by a famous martial sage strongman ten thousand years ago. It is said that those who have the chance to comprehend it are all great advances in martial arts.

Although he cultivated as a spiritual master, he was more inclined towards sword cultivation, and taking pictures of martial saints was equally important to him.

It is even more vaguely looking forward to the day when he will compete with many heroes in Yunlu to the east!