Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 461 Are You Worth It?
At the top of the highest palace in Daming Palace, Tang Ge sat cross-legged, meditating with his eyes closed, letting the sky and night alternately fall on his body. It has been three full days in this situation.

When the sunset dyed the sky red, he opened his eyes, his expression was so pale that everything in the world could not be seen.

A bang.

The sound of howling swords resounded in the sky.

A strong wind blew up over the Daming Palace.

The two generals Zi Ye and Hong Lian, Jiang Shen'er, Ye Qing and others all appeared from different positions, looking at the figure at the highest point of the palace.

The line of sight moved and fell on the sword light that shot straight into the sky.

The sword light circled the sky above the Daming Palace at an unimaginable speed, and the traces were hardly detectable by the naked eye. During the process, the sword light split into countless extremely thin silk threads, covering the entire Chaotian City like a cocoon.

This position is no different from the position when the Jade Immortal Formation was activated.

Ning Zhiqiu and Meng Jinfan stared blankly in the Pavilion of Asking the Sword. This kind of sword energy can be said to be unprecedented.

Countless eyes of the entire Chaotian City fell on the huge cocoon in the sky. Many people already knew that Tang Ge was repairing the Zhuxian Formation, and they couldn't help admiring it.

The sea of ​​fire clouds under the sky was slightly surging, as if a fierce beast was trembling like an enemy.

Tang Ge looked at the sky, his breath was calm and serene, his left hand pointed at the silkworm cocoon woven by sword energy, and the sword light was shining from his fingertips, like clear spring water.

The strong wind suddenly blew again, enveloping the sword light, the silkworm cocoons were swept and squirmed, and slowly fell towards the bottom.

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The fiery sunset gradually sank into the earth, and night replaced day.

The place where the Central Province and the Northern Territory meet is an extremely long mountain range. From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon crawling on the ground.

The vegetation in the mountain is sparse, presenting a barren appearance, revealing a desolate atmosphere.

Little stars twinkle.

Ren Jianqing walked out of the mountain canyon. His light blue sword shirt was stained with blood, and even his breath was slightly fluffy.

He stood at the bottom of the valley, staring at the sky in silence, his eyes gradually lost their luster.

There is a long distance from Donglu Jianchi to this place called Longji Mountain. Ren Jianqing was seriously injured and had to go here to recover from his injury.

He was injured in Yunjianzong, and there were things left by the ancestors of Yunjianzong in Longji Mountain.

It's just that what he never expected was that he would be assassinated by his fellow disciples. Wang Gui, Li Daodao and others teamed up to attack him, but he didn't know how his apprentice Ding Yifei was doing now?

The wind blew over the sword shirt, carrying an endless chill.

"Ren Jianqing?"

Suddenly a voice sounded from not far away.

Ren Jianqing turned around and saw a young man standing on the huge rock, with a somewhat familiar feeling, he recognized this person after a while.

Wen Zhuo.

There is an indelible enmity between Kunlun Mountain and Yunjianzong. That invasion caused the source array of Kunlun Mountain to shatter, which almost caused a catastrophe.

"What are you doing here?" Ren Jianqing looked at him and asked.

Wen Zhuo said indifferently: "Kill you."

Ren Jianqing frowned and said, "Who told you I'm here?"

Wen Zhuo said, "Little Master Uncle."

A trace of fear suddenly appeared in Ren Jianqing's heart, how could Tang Ge know that he would come here?And let Wen Zhuo come to kill him, he must have been seriously injured. Could it be that Yunjianzong has an inner ghost?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt relieved.

Wang Gui and Li Daodao dared to assassinate him, so they might not be able to associate with outsiders.

He said, "Even if I'm wounded, you can't kill me."

"My revenge against Kunlun must be avenged!"

Wen Zhuo had a sword in his hand, and his voice was exceptionally firm, as if he was facing an ordinary person.

The sword was extremely black, like a corner torn from the night, it was obviously a mortal sword, but it was full of endless sword energy.

This sword has been with Wen Zhuo for many years, after many years of life and death, and tempered for many years, it is already extraordinary.

Ren Jianqing's eyes were indifferent, he turned around and walked towards another valley. What he has to do now is to find the place left by his ancestors and recover from his injuries as soon as possible, and he believes that Wen Zhuo would not dare to do it.

But the wind blows.

Wen Zhuo disappeared in place, and afterimages appeared.

A soft sound.

Ren Jianqing's pupils shrank slightly.

The black sword pierced from the back of his waist and came out from the front. Blood dripped slowly along the edge of the sword, and the sword shirt completely turned into a bloody garment.

He had no fear, no shock, but regret, why should he be so careless?
"This sword...was touched by Tang Ge?"

Ren Jianqing glanced back, his eyes reflected the startled face of the young man, feeling the body pierced by the black sword, he found some familiar aura.

The blankness in Wen Zhuo's eyes was fleeting, and he said, "Now this is my sword!"

Ren Jianqing sat on the ground and lowered his head weakly.

A steady stream of sword energy gushed out of his body, like a balloon deflated, and soon the breath in his body dissipated in the sky and the earth without a trace, while his body fell forward, separated from the black sword soundlessly .

"You could have killed him on your own."

The moment Ren Jianqing died, a voice came from a distance, and a woman in white with a cold aura appeared.

Wen Zhuo looked away from the blood-stained sword, looked at her and said, "I can't wait, although my little master is moving the sword, but I am the one who draws the sword."

The woman in white raised her hand in parallel, a long sword of ice slowly emerged in her hand, pointed at Wen Zhuo and said, "This place is suitable for fighting."

She is Tantai Li, originally she came from the same school as her teacher, but she wants to meet each other in battle.

Wen Zhuo's expression froze for a moment, and he said: "Longji Mountain has been neglected by the world for many years, but Ren Jianqing appeared here, there must be something for it, I think we should explore it first."

Tantai Li put down the hand holding the sword, and said indifferently: "Do you know why Longji Mountain got its name?"

Wen Zhuo frowned slightly and shook his head.

Tantai Li looked at a deep and dark canyon in a certain direction and said: "My little uncle once said that it is said that this is the place where the bones of giant dragons are buried."

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In the Tingchao Linggu under the night, the starlight passes through the darkness and falls on the snow-white waves at the foot of the mountain, undulating and surging, like never-ending time.

On the isolated peak, Bian Lingquan stood calmly facing the cold wind. There were three people behind him, the two were in front, and the last one had no real energy fluctuations.

He was thinking of the world, and he had lost all his cultivation before the battle in Chaotian City, so the identities of the other two were self-evident.

The surface of You Ming's body was always covered with a layer of black mist, which floated up under the blowing of the night wind, like a burning black flame.

"After a stalemate for so long, you still refuse to speak?" You Ming said, with a deep chill in his words.

Since the three of them came to Tingchao Linggu, Bian Lingquan only smiled once and stood there looking at the sea. It has been a few days.

The only situation these days is confrontation.

Bian Lingquan said calmly, "Aren't you tired from the stalemate for so long?"

You Ming said solemnly: "This seat has already seen through your identity, you don't need to hide it."

A murderous intent flashed in Bian Lingquan's eyes, and he slowly turned around to look at him, with a terrifying and cold smile on his face, and said, "Is this your attitude?"

You Ming let out a strange laugh, and said: "It seems that you have admitted it, hand over the ghost pestle, and I will let you die!"

The corner of Bian Lingquan's mouth raised slightly, and he said, "Kill me? Are you worthy?"

He stood there motionless, his voice colder than the wind tonight.

The black mist surged around You Ming, releasing a majestic aura, but it only faded away in an instant.

A hand covered in viscous plasma protruded from his chest, and the fingers moved slightly, like the fangs of a tiger.

You Ming turned his head in disbelief, and saw Nian Tianxia's peaceful face.

(End of this chapter)