Chapter 476

Lord Su Ming, one of the nine great monarchs, is the direct disciple of Jianzu?

But you must know that when the sword ancestor fell, the sword ancestor line was uprooted, and countless strong people were killed, like those direct disciples of the sword ancestor, like the seven famous sword emperors in the sword ancestor line, they were all beheaded. killed. ≧ A novel≧ ≤﹤≦≦≤＜﹤≦＜＜﹤≦﹤

And if this Lord Su Ming was really a direct disciple of Jianzu, how could he still be alive now?

unless……

Jian Wushuang narrowed his eyes, thinking of a possibility in his heart.

Back in the ancestral land, Na Mushan once mentioned a traitor from Jianzu's lineage.

The traitor also seemed to have memorized all the nine-style sword moves of the Killing Heart Sword Art. Although Mu Shan only mentioned it casually, Jian Wushuang still kept an eye on it, and now that he knew this Master Su Ming, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but wonder. , Could this Lord Su Ming be the traitor of the Sword Ancestor lineage mentioned by Mu Shan?

Lord Lingshen didn't know what Jian Wushuang was thinking, only seeing Jian Wushuang's unconcerned appearance on the bright side, he continued to talk immediately.

"The Heart-Slaughter Sword, as the number one swordsman sword in China, is extremely powerful, and no one can control it except the Sword Ancestor, and the Heart-Slaughter Sword is a killing sword, with too much ill-will, Lord Su Ming. It had to be suppressed in Zhenjian Valley, and that's where the name of Zhenjian Valley came from."

"Under the suppression of Lord Su Ming, the Heart-Slaughter Sword is quite calm on weekdays, but almost every hundred years, it will be restless once, and the restlessness is so strong that even Lord Su Ming can't suppress it. When the sword intent swept across, thousands of swords came to court, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for any kendo martial artist."

"Wan Jian came to court?" Jian Wushuang was startled.

"Master Su Ming has a big heart. Every hundred years, before the sword of the heart is restless, he will invite many strong swordsmen in China to come and observe, and this time is not far from the days when the sword is restless, Master Su Ming. As usual, invite all kendo powerhouses." The Lord of Spiritual God said.

"My lord prince, although not a kendo martial artist, but as a prince who controls a territory, he also received an invitation, and Lord Su Ming ordered my prince to recommend three kendo experts to go there. Among these three kendo experts are Lord Hunjian and Lord Tianming."

"As for the last one, I recommended you to Lord Prince."

Jian Wushuang raised his brows, and finally understood the purpose of the Lord of Spiritual God.

"swordsman,

Would you like to go to this town of Jiangu for a walk? "Lord Spirit God asked with a smile.

"Yes, of course." Jian Wushuang nodded without hesitation.

Seeing this, the spiritual lord was not surprised.

Killing Heart Sword is restless, and thousands of swords come to court. It is a great opportunity for any kendo martial artist. There is no chance for others to go, and which kendo martial artist will refuse this great opportunity in vain.

However, what the lord of the Spirit God didn't know was that the reason why Jian Wushuang went to Zhenjian Valley was only part of the reason, and more because the Heart-Slaughter Sword was the sword of the sword ancestor! And he is the descendant of Jianzu's lineage.

"If that's the case, then you're ready and come with me," said the lord of the spirit gods.

Jian Wushuang nodded, called Binghuo in, and after a few words, Jian Wushuang followed the lord of the spirit gods.

Inside the magnificent palace.

As soon as Jian Wushuang set foot in the palace, he saw a young man wearing a loose silver-white robe at the top of the palace. The young man's eyes were like electricity, with a strange magic power.

"Prince." The lord of the spirit god said.

"Prince." Jian Wushuang also shouted.

The young man in the loose silver-white robe looked down on the blood prince, and finally solidified on Jian Wushuang's body, "You are the swordsman? The spirit god has often mentioned you in front of this seat, although the lords in my blood prince camp have There are quite a few, but you are the first one who can become the lord of a lord in a holy realm."

"It's the Lord of Spiritual God who praised it." Jian Wushuang said humbly.

"Sit aside." The Bloody Prince waved his hand.

Jian Wushuang immediately sat down in front of the table on the side, and also greeted the other two people next to him, "Lord Hunjian, Lord Tianming."

"Blood Sword Lord." The Hunjian Lord and Tianming Lord, who had already come to the hall, also spoke, and their attitudes were quite polite.

After a couple of greetings, the prince of floating blood spoke again.

"The three of you already know what happened this time. After all, it was Su Ming-sama who personally invited you, so you can't be sloppy, and the three of you should be the strongest three in terms of swordsmanship in my floating blood prince camp. , I went to that town of Sword Valley, but I must not embarrass this seat."

"Yes." Jian Wushuang and the three responded immediately.

"Um."

The Prince of Drifting Blood nodded, then took out another token and handed it to Lord Hunjian, "In half a month, the Town Sword Valley will open, you three hurry up and go early."

Jian Wushuang and the three looked at each other, then bowed to retreat.

After leaving the hall, Jian Wushuang, Lord Hunjian, and Lord Tianming gathered together.

"Lord Hunjian, you have been to Zhenjian Valley once before. Tell me about it with the swordsman and talk about it carefully." Lord Tianming said.

Zhenjian Valley is opened every hundred years, and the last time when Zhenjian Valley was opened, Lord Hunjian had been there once.

"It will take at least a few days to get out from here to Zhenjian Valley, don't worry, let's talk while walking."

Lord Hunjian smiled lightly, and immediately the three of them went all the way to Zhenjian Valley.

...

Zhenjian Valley is open again, which is a great opportunity for a large number of strong swordsmen in the vast Shenzhou.

It is not only Jian Wushuang who attracts the strong swordsmen.

In the entire Shenzhou and many territories, the seventy-two princes have all received invitations, and like the princes of floating blood, each prince has three referral places, and Su Ming, one of the nine monarchs, personally invited these princes. No one dared to lose face, and they sent the three best kendo experts under their command to come.

In addition, there are many lone strongmen in kendo. They are not under the control of princes, but as long as they are highly accomplished in kendo and have a good reputation, they will also receive invitations.

And at this moment, in a territory that is not under the control of the seventy-two princes, on an unnamed hill, there is a figure.

This man has a silver-white head, a face of vicissitudes, and a mournful beard. He carries a long sword behind him.

His eyes were deep as if they contained endless void, and he just sat there casually, drinking with a pot of wine in his hand.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of breaking wind came, and in an instant, dozens of figures appeared beside the white man, surrounding the white man in the center.

These people, each with a strong aura, are actually strong at the lord level, and there are more than ten lords.

Among them is the sturdy old man, and even a top lord!

The burly old man looked at the white man with a trace of violence in his eyes.

"Jian Nantian, this time, I'll see where you're going!"

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