The Ultimate Sword Master

Boom boom boom!

Outside the small courtyard.

The thunder of the years intertwined, and the Sky Monument of Time suppressed it, cutting off everything outside, almost turning this small courtyard into an airtight eggshell.

In the small courtyard.

Feeling the summoning power with unprecedented explosive power and amazing endurance, Gu Han looked calm.

"Eighth Master."

Slowly raising his sword, pointing directly at the ban, he whispered: "We are going home."

Trembling.

Lao Ba, who was huddled in the corner, stood up tremblingly. He didn't pick up the giant sword, but just looked at the time seal in the sky and muttered to himself.

"Home? Home, where is it?"

"Home is outside!"

Gu Han said quietly: "You are the eighth generation swordsman, I am the tenth generation swordsman, Xuantian Sword Sect... is our home!"

Keng!

As soon as the words fell, the long sword rang out, and a sharp edge suddenly appeared, instantly smashing a monument of time and opening a crack in this airtight eggshell!

boom!

Boom boom boom!

The power of endless years gathered together and turned into a transparent figure, blocking him again!

The avatar of the will of the long river of time comes again!

"coming?"

Gu Han looked at him calmly, without discussing or persuading him, because he knew that the other party would definitely not let him out.

"This time, you can't stop me."

boom!

Boom!

The thunder of years suddenly became several times stronger, and the figure seemed to have fallen into complete rage!

He swears!

Since the moment the river of time appeared, it has gone through countless eras from ancient times to the present. This is the first time he has seen such a thorn-headed prisoner like Gu Han!

He suddenly regretted it.

Wouldn't it be better to let Gu Han go and give the other party a step up and give himself a step up?

"Regret it?"

Gu Han seemed to see what he was thinking, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said seriously: "It's too late!"

"Remember!"

"I swear on the name of my foster father, this won't be my last time here!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of sword intent suddenly rose above the sword's edge. It was endless and boundless, and seemed to run through endless years and span the entire era!

Quietly.

His newly condensed body collapsed inch by inch, and it seemed that it could not bear even one ten thousandth of the power of this sword!

He seemed unaware.

Recalling what he had experienced at the beginning of the era, recalling the sacrifices of Yunmo, Fengwu, Chongming, Susu... the black sword in his hand slowly fell down!

"I borrow this sword!"

boom!

The sword edge only dropped three inches, but the long river of time was already boiling!

"remember!"

"The way home is at the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Xuantian Sword Monument!"

…

This world.

Within the Xuantian Sword Sect.

After forcibly sending everyone away, the originally lively sect became quiet, and only Pei Lun remained.

He didn't leave.

It seems that he wants to fulfill the promise he made to Gu Han to the end.

"Finally clean!"

Without Fatty Old Wei and Miaozi Qiuqiu, he rarely enjoyed the leisure time and wandered around the sect.

First we walked around outside the mountain gate.

I went to the back mountain to take a look at the Xuantian Sword Monument.

at last.

He came to the sword peak of Xuantian Sword Sect. They were either horizontal, vertical or diagonal, of different lengths, widths and narrows... There were actually hundreds of thousands of long swords, which could be called a forest of swords!

These swords.

It is one of the biggest foundations of the Xuantian Sword Sect today. It has been newly added for more than a thousand years, but more than 90% of it was left by Gu Han back then.

"Sword head."

His gaze swept across the edge of the sword, Pei Lun barely opened his eyes a crack, and said softly: "I will keep my promise. When the Xuantian Sword Sect is in danger of survival, I will take action once, regardless of the cost. You...keep it!"

"After this time."

"We will never owe each other anything."

Say it.

He slowly turned around and left without a trace of nostalgia.

He calls himself Jian Tan.

once.

The many long swords on these sword edges had a great attraction for him. He wanted to take them for himself all the time, but under Tangtang's strict defense, he never succeeded, which made him deeply regretful.

But today...

Although Jianlin was clearly behind him, he didn't even look at it.

It was clear that Xuantian Sword Sect was empty, but he did not take a single sword.

Arriving outside Xuantian Realm.

His old god was there, with his hands in his sleeves, standing in the silence, waiting, not paying attention to the changes in the world, let alone what the final direction of this world would be.

I don’t know how much time passed.

A gust of wind suddenly rose in the silence, and the wind contained infinite sharpness, as if it was formed by extremely fine sword intent!

I feel something in my heart.

Perun's eyes opened a little.

Just half opened.

A brilliant Heavenly Sword had cut through the silence and landed on the field. With the Heavenly Sword's sword intention flowing, the Heavenly Sword lineage headed by Dugu Xin came out.

"kindness?"

Seeing Pei Lun standing alone not far away, Duguxin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this the Xuantian Sword Sect?"

"good."

Pei Lun smiled and said: "It's the Xuantian Sword Sect."

Dugu Xin was not surprised either.

Previously, he had already learned about the boundaries of the Xuantian Domain and even the Xuantian Sword Sect from the three great tribulation masters. With his ability, he would naturally not find the wrong place.

"Seventh Ancestor."

Dugu Yun glanced into the distance, frowned slightly and said, "Just now... did someone use the power of the avenue?"

Dugu Xin.

The seventh-generation grandson of Tian Jianzi was much older than him, so he usually called him the seventh ancestor.

"Don't care about him!"

Dugu Yun smiled lightly and didn't care: "Let them fight, let's do our business!"

It was the same idea as Kong Fangxukong.

He hoped that the other competitors would fight each other, and it would be best if both sides were defeated, leaving only his Tianjian lineage to pick up the spoils.

"Everyone."

Pei Lun bowed his hands and said with a smile: "May I ask what you are doing in my Xuantian Sword Sect?"

"Oh?"

Dugu Xin raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a few times, and suddenly said: "Are you not afraid of me?"

"There is no use in being afraid."

Pei Lun still had a smiling look, "If fear can keep people alive, there will be no dead people in the world."

Dugu Xin smiled.

He suddenly became interested in Pei Lun.

"Who are you?"

"I am just a nobody."

"Xuantian Sword Sect, Sword Master."

Pei Lun's face seemed to always have that smiling expression, and he did not hide it and introduced himself.

Sword Master?

Everyone was stunned and immediately sneered.

"Living in a remote corner, sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

Dugu Yun said lightly: "The place is not big, but the tone is quite big! It even detailed the positions of the Sect Master, Sword Master, and Sword Master... It's really ridiculous."

"No way."

Pei Lun smiled and said: "They are all country folks who have never seen the world. How can they compare with the old men in the city who have seen the prosperity of the world?"

Dugu Yun frowned slightly.

He always felt that the other party had something else in his words, and he also felt that the other party narrowed his eyes, as if he was despising him.

"It's really funny!"

"It's really funny."

"I said you're funny!"

"Me?"

Pei Lun was stunned, "What's funny about me?"

"You look funny!"

"You can't blame me for that."

Pei Lun thought for a moment and said seriously, "My appearance was given to me by my brother, and I can't decide."

Everyone: "?"