Chapter 958 Ashamed of the Sword Master

"Junshan's daughter, Jun Mowu, according to her father's last wish, worships the mountain with a sword in her arms, and invites the sword master Longyuan to accept her disciples!"

The voice of the girl in black was clear and clear, like a phoenix singing in the nine heavens, with a bit of chill for no reason.

Suddenly, the sword mountain buzzed, and thousands of sword lights bloomed from the mountain range.

"Who is Junshan?"

A group of Jianzhong disciples frowned, obviously unfamiliar with the two names of Junshan and Jun Mowu.

Only the white-clothed old man's expression trembled, as if thinking about something, and he felt a little depressed for a while.

"Jun Shan, at whose hands did he die?"

Between heaven and earth, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

It was a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, dressed in sackcloth, and there was a radiance blooming around him, concealing the secrets of heaven.

Especially those slender and cold eyes, every inch of the eyes is like a prehistoric fairy, piercing the sky of clouds, making people dare not look at them.

"Sword Master!"

"Meet the Sword Master!!"

All the sword mound disciples who had looked dull before suddenly fell to their knees, looking respectful, as if seeing a god.

Of course, to this Qingcang swordsman, the one in front of him is indeed no different from a god.

Longyuan Sword Master, Bai Zhanyang.

He once used a dragon-slaying sword to cross the blue sky for more than ten thousand years. Later, he realized the Tao in the sword mound, avoided killing all over his body, sealed the sword and cultivated his mind, and reached the peak of the sword.

There are different opinions about his cultivation.

But when the word "sword master" is mentioned, even those supreme powerhouses who have already become famous have lingering fears in their hearts.

The sword master of Long Yuan is the only one in the world who is so talented and brilliant that he can keep his name.

Compared with Daotian Academy, Xuanhong Xianzong, Tianque Mansion and other Qingcang Supreme Dao Lineages, although Longyuan Sword Tomb is not as good as it is, no one in the whole Qingcang dares to underestimate this sect.

There is no other, it is because of this one, Longyuan Sword Master.

"My father died in Faxiang Senluo. I don't know who made the move. It's just that before my father died, I asked my disciples to come here with a sword in their hands. If they can walk through the Great Wall of Sword Qi, they can worship the sword master as their teacher."

Jun Mowu's voice was calm, and he didn't feel any fear because of the identities of the people in front of him.

"Faxiang Senluo... Is it the group of bald donkeys who made a move after all?"

Bai Zhanyang sighed softly, and shook his palm suddenly, and saw that the ancient sword wrapped in rags in Jun Mowu's arms suddenly buzzed, sprang out in shock, and was held by the sword master.

Only now did everyone see that this sword was actually a bloody evil sword.

Layers of blood quietly pervaded, and an invisible killing fell down, disturbing people's minds.

"This is... this is the Blood Jue Evil Sword!! Xue Jue ranks fourth among the top ten swords!! You are... you are the descendant of the Xue Jue Sword Master!!"

On the sword mountain, there were bursts of exclamations suddenly.

The Blood Jue Evil Sword is the Qingcang famous sword.

It's just that this sword is evil, and it will return when it sees blood, otherwise it will kill the master.

It is rumored that 70,000 years ago, a swordsman came out of Qingcang, who fought all the way without defeat.

Although this person had a great talent in swordsmanship, he was regarded as an evil by countless sect forces because of his strong desire to kill.

It is said that in that battle, thirteen people died in the Qingcang Sacred Realm, and the Blood Jue Sword Master also had no news and was never born again.

Some people say that he is dead, while others say that he has become a useless person, living in seclusion.

It's just that all the sects kept silent about the first battle that year, and just now this blood sword master was covered with layers of mystery.

Who would have thought that this young girl came here with a sword in her arms today, and she actually said that she wanted to worship in Longyuan Sword Tomb! !

Although it is not universally tolerated to be evil with blood, if it is known by other forces, it will inevitably not cause disasters.

Now that the heavenly demon is present, the world is in chaos.

Longyuan Jianzhong wants to be alone, it is tantamount to idiot's dream.

It can be said that the sword master has a temperament, and he will neither submit to the Lord of the Realm, nor be a lackey of the Ling clan.

In this way, it will only become a common enemy in the eyes of these two forces.

"You two, come with me."

Long Yuan Sword Master's eyes fell, looked at Ling Tian and Jun Mo Wu, finally sighed softly, and walked towards the depths of Jianshan Mountain.

"Xun'er, wait for me here."

Ling Tian warned in a low voice, wait until the woman in black came from the foot of the mountain before chasing the sword master.

But at this moment, looking at the two figures walking side by side, Ye Xun'er felt a little lonely in his heart.

Inexplicably, Ye Xun'er saw some... Ling Tian's shadow on Jun Mowu's body.

The same perseverance and unyielding, the same outstanding sword posture.

The heir of the evil sword meets the sword demon?

Maybe they were created in heaven, right?

In the depths of Jianshan Mountain, there is a straight peak.

Sword Master Long Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the dark clouds beneath his feet.

At this moment, his whole body is like a sword, without vitality or edge.

A great sword without a front may open up the world.

Obviously, this sword master's kendo attainments have reached the pinnacle.

"When I was traveling in Qingcang, I met a confidant of swordsmanship."

It wasn't until Ling Tian and the two came from a distance that Sword Master Long Yuan's voice slowly resounded.

"He has a completely different opinion from me about the way of the sword."

"So I fought swords with him for seven days, and finally fought in the extreme northern desert. In that battle, I suppressed it with my realm, and I was slightly better."

"It's just that this kind of victory doesn't make any sense. The two of us agreed that every ten thousand years, we will fight this decisive battle until one person can crush the opponent before proving ourselves."

kendo. "

"The swordsmanship I pursue is to open the sky with one sword and save the common people. However, he always believes that the sword is a weapon for killing people. With a three-foot edge, one should be invincible in the world."

"Unfortunately, I missed the appointment that year."

After saying that, Sword Master Longyuan slowly turned his head and looked at the two people behind him.

At this time, Ling Tian already understood that Jun Mowu's father might be the confidant of the sword master in the mouth of the sword master.

And the reason why he kept himself was probably because he felt ashamed.

"I never believed that he was an evil spirit. There are three thousand ways, and each has its own obsession. Seventy thousand years ago, I realized in my heart that I was no longer the aura of entering the fairyland at the beginning of the year. I finally understood that the sword I cultivated is not the only one in the world. sword!"

Sword Master Longyuan sighed softly, his brows were full of vicissitudes.

"It's just that when I first entered the Sword Tomb, I had a sudden enlightenment in front of the stele. After ten thousand years of enlightenment, when I woke up... I had already lost my trust in him."

"I often think, if I could have woken up a hundred years earlier, I might have saved him from the slander of the world. These years... I feel ashamed in my heart. No matter how difficult it is to take a step in my cultivation, I will know that karma has come when I see you today."

"But I can't figure it out. Dharma Aspect Senluo is a secret technique of Buddhism. Those who practice this technique will gradually lose their cultivation and die from exhaustion. Since he didn't die back then, why didn't he come to find me? Could it be in his eyes? Li, am I so untrustworthy?"

It's hard to imagine that with the cultivation of Sword Master Longyuan, there is a trace of resentment on his face at this time.

Perhaps, this immortal journey is ancient, and it is a blessing in life to meet someone who can be called a confidant.

It's easy to say that there are no other distractions, but how many people in the world really do it?

"My father once said that people are light and dare not speak falsely, and people are sad beyond words, so they dare not disturb the sword master's practice."

Jun Mowu said indifferently, but Sword Master Long Yuan finally closed his eyes bitterly.

Probably, that missed appointment was the farewell between the two of them in this life.

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