The Ultimate Sword Master

The old swordsman was a little broken.

Next time, and next time, and next time, and next time... How many years have passed, and I just want to show my name and show my face, why is it harder than being a swordsman!

No one knows what he thinks.

Of course... At this time of critical survival, even if you know about it, you don't really care.

now.

Everyone's attention was on Pei Lun.

"What do you want to say?"

Yuan Zhengyang looked at him with a serious expression.

strictly speaking.

Pei Lun, the sword holder, is now the highest-cultivation and strongest person in the Xuantian Sword Sect and even in the Xuantian Region. No one can ignore his opinions.

"I would like to ask the sect leader a few questions."

Pei Lun narrowed his eyes and seemed to be speaking slowly, but he spoke very fast: "Is the sect master afraid of death?"

Yuan Zhengyang frowned.

The rest of the people were also confused.

Everyone in the Xuantian Sword Sect knows that Yuan Zhengyang has a strong character and a resolute character. He once challenged the authority of the Lord of Sword City in Zhenjian City with a half-disabled body. Maybe afraid of death?

"The sect master is not afraid of death."

Pei Lun gave the answer himself, turned his eyes, glanced at everyone, and said quietly: "But... the sect master is not afraid that the Xuantian Sword Sect will be destroyed and perished in your hands?"

One word!

Right at the heart of Yuan Zhengyang!

He is not afraid of heaven or earth. Not to mention immortality, no matter how strong someone comes, he still dares to fight and draw a sword!

Can……

He is only afraid of one thing!

He was afraid that he would not be able to be the leader of the sect, that the Xuantian Sword Sect would not fall into his hands, that he would be sorry for Yun Jiansheng's cultivation, that he would be sorry for Gu Han's trust, and that he would be sorry for Chongming's entrustment!

His eyes slowly swept over.

What caught his eyes were the three thousand sword cultivators who had been familiar with him since Sword Town City, and the younger disciples who had just started in the past thousand years. They all had bright eyes and were fearless!

He believes it.

As long as he gives an order, these people will stick to him to the end and not retreat even a step!

only……

If they all die in battle, only Tangtang will be left in the Xuantian Sword Sect, and they are afraid that they will experience the tragedy of Yun Jiansheng's era again.

not to mention.

He also pulled so many people together to fulfill the great cause in his heart.

"You mean to escape?"

Speak slowly.

There was suddenly a hint of desolation in the voice.

"The sect master is not pedantic."

Pei Lun smiled and praised: "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood. That's the reason."

"Let's talk about it!"

The fat man couldn't help but interjected: "This suggestion of squinting your eyes won my heart..."

The words were not finished.

Suddenly, Yan Shu pinched her hard.

"understood."

Yuan Zhengyang sighed quietly, and then said: "As the leader of the sect, I should stay, and the others will withdraw immediately..."

"Sect Master, you are wrong."

Before he could finish speaking, Pei Lun interrupted him again.

"What I mean is to evacuate them all."

"all?"

Yuan Zhengyang was startled, then shook his head and said: "No, if no one is guarding the Xuantian Sword Sect, even if it can barely survive for a while, people will laugh it off..."

"I stayed."

"What?"

"I stayed."

Pei Lun smiled and said: "All of you leave, I will guard it alone."

Everyone was shocked!

Even Yuan Zhengyang was moved.

"previous years."

Pei Lun seemed to have thought of something and said softly: "I once promised Jian Shou that if the Xuantian Sword Sect is in trouble in the future, I must go all out and take action once."

"The sword head is not here now."

"But the promise is still there."

Speaking of which.

His voice suddenly doubled in pitch.

"This time!"

"I am willing to be the Xuantian Sword Sect's last barrier, and I am also willing to live and die with the Xuantian Sword Sect...!"

Every word is sonorous and every sentence is powerful.

No one expected that Pei Lun, who was usually lazy and did not do anything except staring at the swords in the back mountain, would have such a side!

"Mimi... no, Brother Pei!"

The fat man looked solemn and suddenly bowed deeply to Pei Lun: "I, Fu Yulin, have offended me in the past, so don't take it to heart! It's even more inappropriate to give you a nickname. In fact..."

He looked at Pei Lun carefully.

He temporarily abandoned his conscience and said seriously: "Brother Pei still looks quite bushy and big-eyed."

Pei Lun: "..."

"No kidding!"

With an awkward look on his face, the fat man quickly said: "You are better than me, and you know better than me how powerful Immortal is. You alone..."

"How about you stay with me?"

"next time!"

The fat man's expression froze, and he immediately said, "Next time!"

"I disagree!"

Yuan Zhengyang frowned and said: "The promise you made with your junior brother is true, but if you are left alone to protect the Xuantian Sword Sect from disaster, how will I face the sword head, how will I face the master, Master Ji, and junior brother ?”

"Count me in! I, Lei Wei, will also stay!"

"I, Fan Yu, am also a sword holder, so I'll stay too!"

"If my husband stays, I will stay too!"

"..."

For a time, everyone was talking about it. They were all infected by Pei Lun's righteousness. They didn't want to live together, but they wanted to die together!

"Well said!"

The old swordsman deliberately found a gap, stood up directly, and said loudly: "I..."

"Feel sorry."

Pei Lun smiled: "I'm not negotiating with you."

Old swordsman: "?"

"Can you……"

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Before he finished speaking, a vast, boundless, and magnificent sword intent rose up. In the sword intent, there was a hint of immortality, which made everyone breathless and unable to even move their fingers!

Everyone was shocked!

"So, he is so strong?"

The fat man muttered to himself.

He realized that Pei Lun had already touched immortality. The fights and quarrels with them on weekdays, and even sometimes losing the upper hand, were just teasing them!

"No need to say."

"No need to ask."

"This vast world is brilliant and prosperous, with geniuses competing for the top and evildoers emerging in large numbers, but... without the sword master, it is a bit lonely after all."

Boom!

Boom!

Every time he said a word, the sword intent would separate into a wisp, and in the blink of an eye it was endless. Every sword intent wrapped around a person!

Bang!

With a lift of his arm, the swallowing sword reappeared, and the sky curtain also exploded. Under the sweep of the sword, countless meteors flashed and disappeared in the Xuantian Sword Sect!

In an instant.

Except for Pei Lun, the Xuantian Sword Sect was empty... even the ball was sent away.

"Gentlemen."

"Slow down, I won't see you off."

On the spot, Pei Lun's forehead was slightly sweaty. He closed the sky curtain casually, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky curtain, his expression was full of sighs.

"Little girl."

"Although you are not bad, compared to Gu Jianshou... after all."

...

Tangtang didn't know what Pei Lun was thinking.

She was still immersed in the sadness of the Great Demon King's brave sacrifice and sacrifice of his life.

Silently.

A figure landed in front of the two, holding a big gun, wearing a coarse cloth robe, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were full of solemnity.

It was Yang Yi!

Before the two of them could speak, a dark force of heavenly punishment suddenly flashed in the originally dark and silent space. Under the evil heavenly punishment, three cold and indifferent voices rang out.

"We found you!"