Xuanhuan: I Can Become Stronger By Playing Games

Xuanyu border, Lingguo area.

In a boundary, the aura that filled the sky turned into beams of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The knowledgeable monks nearby raised their heads suddenly, and their hearts were moved. They knew that this was a treasure that was born, and those who wanted to share a piece of the pie, all looked slightly moved.

Immediately, he jumped up, turned into aura, and came straight to this side!

Among the crowd, no one noticed that the sea of ​​clouds was over the sky.

Lin Qing, who was dressed in white, turned around with a look of surprise on his face. He was also coming towards this side at this time, and he stood under the sea of ​​clouds.

Silently perceive every move of everyone in this world!

"Hand over the magic weapon!"

This heavy treasure was born in a valley.

In the center of the entire valley, the terrain is sunken, and ancient trees are overgrown. In one of the places where the aura is dense, a vaguely visible sword-shaped phantom flickers, exuding the spiritual "540" light and continuous fluctuations.

Attracts everyone's attention.

Near the magic weapon, a female cultivator had firm eyes and looked about thirty years old.

Although the erosion and fatigue of the years can be vaguely seen, the skin is fair and the appearance is still beautiful, even somewhat mature.

At this time, she gritted her teeth, held a long sword, and stood firmly near the magic weapon born in this world.

And above the valley.

It was a group of monks, standing in the air, each holding a weapon, looking at the magic weapon next to the nun with fiery eyes.

The figure is soaring into the sky, and the expressions are all indifferent.

boom!

Someone made a move, and the spiritual light scattered, and with great power, he directly hit the female cultivator.

The female cultivator brandished a long sword in her hand, and I blocked the opponent's attack.

However, after one person made a move, other people followed closely, wielding long swords at the same time, and besieging the female cultivator, as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four feet.

What's more, several monks here joined forces to besiege them.

Soon, the female cultivator was exhausted, and now she was barely able to hold on, but under the intimidation of others, she gritted her teeth and still chose to stay near the magic weapon, determined not to back down!

"Everyone, I, Wanjiange, discovered this first, why did you come to snatch it?!

brush!

The nun's eyes spewed fire, and someone cut off her bun with a sword. At this time, her hair was disheveled and her complexion turned pale!

The monks who were besieging around had weird smiles on their faces.

One of them, satisfied with the sword, put it across in front of him, picked up a loose strand of hair on the sword, and circled around, his eyes swept up and down the female cultivator, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"The most precious treasure in the world, the virtuous live there!

"I think this magic weapon is destined to be with me, Qu Wenchong! It should belong to me!

Qu Wenchong was dressed in Taoist robes, and his eyes were cold. At this time, he snorted coldly and sneered: "Furthermore, what is your Wanjiange? Are you worthy of having such a treasure? 39

His eyes turned and fixed on the phantom behind the female cultivator.

This aura must have been born as a magic weapon of the Yin-Yang level, which is not a low level!

In terms of value, it is even more precious!

Since he met Qu Wenchong today, and there were so many people, the other party just didn't say anything, and he was from Wanjiange.

Wanjiange... who doesn't know?

It's nothing more than a fallen sect!

Qu Wenchong's people can't be deterred at all!

"I advise you, get out of the way honestly!"

Qu Wenchong had a cold expression on his face. At this time, he squinted his eyes, staring at the nun fiercely like an eagle, threatening: "Otherwise, I want this treasure today, you Su Yuan, be careful and break it here!" !

Say it.

Qu Wenchong waved directly.

"On! 35

brush!

Immediately, several streaks of spiritual light erupted and directly bombarded Su Yuan!

Su Yuan's complexion changed, and she gritted her teeth, held a long sword in her hand, forced herself to suppress the declining aura in her body, waved the light of the sword, and charged forward.

And above the sea of ​​clouds.

Lin Qing's heart moved.

Wan Jiange?

Isn't this exactly the sect I wanted to find, the power of Xuanjianmen after changing its name?

Then he took a closer look at the female cultivator named Su Yuan.

At this time, the sword light waving in his hand, although superficial and powerful, could vaguely see the shadow of Xuan Jian Jue.

Although it is only the first few sword formulas of Xuan Jian Jue.

Moreover, there are some changes...

Lin Qing shook her head slightly, she had already made up her mind.

The aura of Xuanjian Jue that he had sensed in the sky above the sea of ​​clouds before was exactly what this woman could not control in the process of fighting.

The descendant of King Xuanjian should be her!

After shaking his head, Lin Qing's figure flashed, and he was already coming towards this side.

At this time, in the valley.

After Su Yuan held the long sword and tried her best to resist the attack of the crowd, she staggered, her feet went limp, and she almost fell to the ground. She raised her head, her face full of grief and indignation!

Obviously he came here first.

Even this magic weapon was born after she consumed resources!

As a result, the other party moved upon hearing the wind and directly surrounded him...

Don't talk about it at all, just do it directly, want to forcibly snatch it, occupying a large number of people, it is even more arrogant!

If this continues, I'm afraid...

"hey-hey!'

Qu Wenchong sneered at this time, pointing at Su Yuan with a sarcasm on his face, and said with a smile: "Wan Jiange? Well!

After finishing speaking, the monks all around burst into laughter!

They can all feel it.

Su Yuan's sword moves are more formidable, just three swords and two moves, obviously a look of broken inheritance, and it can't be achieved at all.

Such a sword gate.

"Also worthy of being called Wanjiange? 35

Someone sneered, with disdain in his eyes, he shook his head and scoffed: "Don't come to Ling country to deceive people's children just for the sake of name!

"Deck Sect!

"I heard that the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion has been changed back and forth in many countries! I think it was a misleading child, who was chasing and beating it! Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion? Hehe, it's just notorious!"

Crunch!

Su Yuan clenched her fists, her complexion turned green and pale!

At this time, her eyes were red, and she held a long sword and looked at the crowd, with grief and indignation in her chest!

What infamy!

Wanjiange, was obviously being persecuted by others, so it kept changing its location!

and.

"If the ancestor's martial arts is still there..."

Su Yuan resented 0.1 in her heart, and her fists turned white!

Among the sects, there have been rumors about the ancestor, and the sword moves left over, the first few moves, are indeed extremely profound, not comparable to ordinary sword formulas!

Otherwise, she would not be able to survive the siege until now!

As the descendant of Wanjiange.

Su Yuan thought about it more than once.

If the ancestor's martial art has not been lost, why is their Wanjiange like this?

"Okay, let's get her!

Qu Wenchong gave a cold reprimand, and then a coldness flashed in everyone's eyes, and auras of spiritual light shot up into the sky, coming towards Su Yuan with power and force!

And at this time.

In the sky, a ray of sword light, mighty and powerful, penetrated the sky and pierced the earth, like a scorching sun in the sky, instantly covering the audience!

brush!

Everyone's heart trembled, and they only felt a powerful aura pervading, and the offensive in their hands, under the brilliance of the sword, subconsciously stopped!