After the master's ascension

The Qingya Jiange in Dongwei is famous for three treasures: the Zhanyue Sword that can break through the moon with one sword, the nine-thousand-level sword test road, and the return of ten thousand swords to the ruins.

However, five years ago, the prestige of Zhan Yuejian was trampled by Lu Wangyu, and the [-]-step sword test was unexpectedly cut off by an unknown soldier using a secret method.

For a time, two of the three treasures were lost, and Qingya Jiange's reputation fell.

After five years, this kind of scandal has finally subsided with the fall of Lu Wangyu.

Finally, no one talked about the Zhanyue Sword being scrap iron, the way of trying the sword was vulnerable, and even the elders of Jiange were too weak... Jiange finally had a chance to breathe.

But they never expected that five years later, Lu Wangyu crawled back out of nowhere from some magic cave.

The threat of "one person from Yao Pavilion into Zhuzhou County, I will slaughter one" spread across the country in an instant.Everyone was silent, but tacitly turned their attention to the named sufferer——Yao Pavilion.

The gossip in the comprehension world also wentssip from Xianmen, and it also returned to the grand occasion five years ago.

Hey, do you know where Lu Wangyu is?

Ah, I know this!The second uncle and third uncle of the sweeping boy from the sect next door said that he seemed to have seen a similar-looking person in the stables of Zhumastiff Village.

Fuck the fuck, the surname Lu will definitely go to Yao Pavilion for a one-on-one match, what do you know?

……

Seeing this, Qingya Jiange's hanging heart finally fell back a little. It seemed that everyone hadn't had the time to think about them.Fortunately, fortunately.

But often, fate always likes to take advantage of the moment when people relax, and give him the most unexpected fatal blow.

Wanjianzhong, which has been silent for tens of thousands of years, has a moth!

It was a sunny day, under the blue sky, a few lamb-like clouds lay lazily on their stomachs.The warm sun in winter covers the mountains and rivers pleasantly, covering everything in the world with a light jacket to keep out the cold.

The handyman disciple of Qingya Jiange is hanging on the high cliff with a rope around his waist, and he is holding a chisel to build a road.

Although Qingya Jiange's [-]-level sword test path has become a laughing stock, if it can be repaired as soon as possible, as time goes by, no one will mention it after thousands of years.

But now, this shining sword mark on the waist reminds all Jiange disciples of the shame of the past all the time.

It must be mended, buried!

This path of sword testing has been repaired for five years, and most of the gaps have been repaired.What is left is the part that has been thoroughly smashed to the point that there is not even a slag left.

A handyman student was hanging in mid-air, with a belt around his waist, and his body was tightly clinging to the raised rock, while his companion standing on the broken wall tacitly changed tools for him.

The warm sun in winter shines on the body and feels warm and comfortable.

He hummed a little song out of tune in his heart, and praised casually.It's not like summer at all, it can kill a person in the sun.

He shook his sore wrist that had been raised for a long time, and rolled up his sleeves.

It would be more comfortable if there is a little wind blowing now!

Unexpectedly, in an instant, a very light and shallow breeze passed by his ears, and his hair was gently raised, but it was the comfort of bathing in the spring breeze.

The flowers and birds are just waking up, full of vitality, the wind seems to be mixed with the freshness of spring rain and falling leaves, like a mountain spring gently stirring on the rocks, splashing refreshing water mist.

He turned his head in surprise, wanting to share this discovery with his companions: "Hey! I said..."

However, as soon as he turned his head, he seemed to be strangled by the throat, and all his words stopped abruptly.

The person beside him seemed to have seen some terrifying scene, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were slightly dilated.Because he was too terrified, his eyes could hardly focus, and he was a little blank.

Tremblingly, he raised his finger and pointed at the place behind his companion, but his lips lost their blood color and trembled a little, opening and closing but unable to make any sound.

The handyman disciple hanging in the air was unclear, so he adjusted his body carefully and looked up slowly.

The moment he saw it clearly, his feet slipped, his hands loosened, and he fell straight down.

Immediately, he was hung in the air by the tight tether, dangling like a piece of dried bacon.

But he didn't respond at all, but he still maintained his climbing posture, his expression and mind were blank.

God, a hole was broken...

All the disciples present who repaired the sword test path will never forget that scene.

On an excellent sunny day, below the sword-testing road, in the bottomless valley, a dazzling silver light suddenly flashed, and then a gust of wind blew through the ears...

God, it broke like this.

Thousands of miles of clouds were divided into two, and in the middle was an abyss that spanned hundreds of miles.The clouds were torn apart, and the dazzling sunlight fell straight down like a beam of light.

It was a more terrifying scar than the one on the mountainside of the sword test, it could break the sky with just one sword strike.

This is the real Poyun Zhanyue, the real awe-inspiring way of the sword.

In an instant, the Zhenshan Bell of Qingya Jiange Yunling Peak rang like crazy. It was the signal of the enemy's invasion. It was quickly summoning all Qingya's disciples. The enemy is coming!

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang—the big bell is calling like a urging call, it is urgent!Urgently!

In an instant, countless spots of light flew across thousands of peaks and valleys, rushing to the place where the incident happened at the same time.

For the first time in his life, the handyman disciple hanging on the cliff saw such a majestic and magnificent scene.

Countless Jiange inner disciples rushed here one after another. They were wearing white clothes and holding swords, with solemn expressions, and they densely occupied the entire sky. The momentum was huge and unparalleled.

The place where the silver light shines is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.Everyone knew that it was a sky-shattering sword intent.

But everyone is unwilling to admit it, or rather - dare not admit it.

The Wanjian Tomb was silent, just like it had been silent for thousands of years.But everyone knows that there is something inside, ready to move, ready to come out.

Everyone held their breath, staring at the plants and trees below, wary of any disturbance.

Finally, a figure slowly appeared at the exit of the Sword Tomb where no one had ever walked out alive.

It was a young man. Although the clothes on his body were worn out, they were carefully patched one after another.He is tall and slender, but his clothes and trousers are obviously short, and the hem of his clothes is made of other fabrics.

His eyebrows are deep and tough, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a heroic posture.The back is straight, like a sharp knife with a hidden front.

Looking closely, he still has a bit of youthful air, but although he is not very old, the aura around him has settled down, like an old and simple knife.

It is not easy to get out of the sheath, but you must see blood when you get out of the sheath.

Seeing such a grand welcoming ceremony, he stroked and comforted the hairball in his arms, and slightly opened his lips, but his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Everyone, long time no see."

It's him!Five years ago, the chief culprit who cut off the sword test path!

The five years in the realm of comprehension are often just the breath of a monk.

Ordinary closed-door meditation has been a common occurrence for more than ten or twenty years, so for them, the battle of the sword test five years ago is still a vivid scene.

Unexpectedly, this spy and traitor could still walk out of the Wanjian Tomb alive, head and tail!

It seems that he still has a sword intent in his hand... It's not enough to cut and try the sword, so do you have to take it out to scare people?

Jiang An had no intention of reminiscing with this group of people, he walked forward calmly as if no one else was around.

Immediately, several unaccustomed disciples Yu Jian flew down, and they drew out their sharp blades glowing with cold light, and blocked in front of the young man.

Among them, there is a familiar face.

"Little waste, I didn't expect you to be dead yet... What kind of benefits did you get in the sword mound, how dare you be so arrogant?"

The white-clothed disciple had a handsome face, but he uttered evil words like a poison, and twisted: "Who ran away like a dog back then, why is it so stubborn now? Or, have you figured it out, think about it?" Hand over this little beast for a way out?"

At the beginning, Jiang An seemed to treat him like air, without giving him the slightest wink.But until he heard him mention Wushuang, his eyes finally had a slight wave.

He stopped in his footsteps, and he quietly looked at the face in front of him, a face that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The topic of provocation continued, and the white-clothed disciple saw that he had finally stopped, and felt relieved, so he wanted to stimulate him even more, drive him crazy, drive him crazy, and finally saw him helpless in the desperate situation, begging for mercy on his knees.

This is simply the most beautiful scene in the world...

It's just that there are some sword talismans in his hand, or some adventures in the sword mound, but in only five years, what kind of powerful role can this trash become?

"You don't know yet, the art of breaking bones is already very mature." He grinned, his eyes widened, and he deliberately lowered his voice to pretend, "Even if you slice this little animal into pieces, it might save you." I have to go back..."

The hair ball in his arms froze slightly, Jiang An's comforting hand stopped, he lowered his eyes, and gently smoothed out the fluff that had exploded from the hair ball.

Then, he raised his eyes and repeated softly: "Oh? Very mature..."

Before the Yaofeng disciple could go crazy and bite again, Jiang An raised his head slightly, the mighty team in the sky, the rain of swords galloping across the sky, everything coincided inexplicably with the road of sword testing five years ago.

He sighed softly, and said: "I don't like it very much. Someone pointed a sword at me. I can let the person who takes the sword go..."

Lingqi sent his words clearly into the ears of every monk, and the laughter came faintly from above, none of them took such a threat seriously.

This person won't learn a spiritual power sound transmission, and then feel that he is invincible in the world!

A white-clothed disciple leaned forward and backward with laughter, he stopped his insolent laughter with difficulty, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and answered clearly in the same way.

"You? It's up to you? Look at the people present here, will anyone put down the sword in their hands?" He paused, deliberately suppressed his voice, drew his tone, and pretended to be a staid Elder Jianfeng teaching, "A swordsman, the sword in his hand, the sword in his heart, neither can be discarded..."

Jiang An didn't say much anymore, he only said once, and it was their own choice whether others listened or not.

So, the handyman disciple who was still hanging on the cliff, holding a small chisel, stared blankly.

He looked at the sky, and a rain of blood fell in an instant.

Countless broken arms, dripping with blood, fell straight down from a height of thousands of meters.Then, tens of thousands of people burst their eardrums, roared heart-piercingly, and cried out in pain.

Blood ink, just like that, splashed down from the sky.

Except for the handyman disciples who stood still and repaired the sword test path, the right arms of all the monks were cut off shoulder-to-shoulder, and there was no mistake.

Jiang An said that he didn't like someone pointing a sword at him.

Therefore, all those who raised their swords could no longer lift their swords.Now, they can all have a good experience of that very mature technique—Bone Breaking Technique.

Jiang An carefully set up a spiritual barrier to block the rain of blood.He walked away step by step, a sword was frozen at his raised foot, and he stepped forward.

The silver sword carried him flying faster and higher, but he didn't look back.Behind him, he created it lightly——

living hell.

Five years ago, the sword intent bestowed by Mr. Wei blew up the snow.

Five years later, I personally rained blood on Qing Ya.