Chapter 441

"Cough --"

Yu Wuxue covered his mouth and his fingers were scarlet.

"Come back..."

He repeated it over and over, his voice getting lower and hoarse.

Motionless, like a corpse.

The fat elder was so anxious that he began to sweat. He took his eyes to see the same nervous master.

The supreme elder shook his head at him, and his face was gray.

The little disciple was crushed 206 sword bones by his birth, and he didn't cultivate himself to protect himself with Luoshu. It was like a piece of blood tofu. The magic power they injected was just to keep the blood tofu in its original shape. His skin bag is still there, but his internal organs have long been displaced, which is full of fragmented organs, extremely tragic.

Rao is used to see the death of the supreme elder, at this time can not help but tears.

It's all his fault.

He should have thought about the situation of his younger disciples. He was taken with him when he was young, and his elder martial brother took care of him when he went out. How could he understand that people are dangerous? What's more, he was lured to commit a big mistake by a beautiful woman with a snake's heart, who was used to playing tricks. I don't know how to feel, so I can't get up again.

The elder master of the Supreme Master could not help remorse. If he had said it well at that time, he might have let the younger disciple see through the ambitious ambition of the empress. She approached him only for that piece of Luoshu Baojuan from the beginning to the end!

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Even if he had all the power, he could not save a dying man.

Since the woman left, the young disciple's will has completely collapsed. Now it is just a pool of flesh and blood that can breathe a little.

The old man with white hair, who lost his beloved apprentice, was disheartened, "Wu'an, please inform your elder martial brother to let them come..." See their little brother for the last time.

"Master?"

The fat elder's eyes widened in horror, apparently unable to believe it.

If the master who is known as the first sword cultivation of Taishi can't do anything about it, isn't it inevitable that younger martial brother will die?

The old man with white hair looked pale. "And, please come here with the sword officer."

The sword carrying officer is the second expert of Jianmen. He can't be seen from the world. Only when the founder of the clan Jianxiu fell down, he came out of the mountain in black to collect the body of the sword practitioners and their swords and bury them in the sword mausoleum.

The fat elder shuddered.

The master wants to bury the younger martial brother with the highest standard funeral of Jianmen, which shows that in the master's mind, the younger martial brother is still his apprentice and a disciple of Jianmen, and automatically takes back the fate of being expelled from the school.

But this success, but with the tragic end of the younger martial brother in exchange.

The fat elder trembled and raised his hand. He held up several small swords. This is the voice sword of Jianmen.

"Bang Bang --"

as soon as the voice sword came out, several mountains in Jianmen were suddenly shocked.

The disciples who practiced swordsmanship looked at each other with consternation.

"What's the matter?"

"Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji My God, the five swords of Jianmen have been rioted! "

"Eh, this mountain Shit! It's going to collapse! Let's run

"Boom -"

the words are not over, there is a small mountain next to the collapse, debris splashing.

The disciples tried their best to fight against the sword and fled for their lives. For a time, the sword gate was in chaos.

"Shake it! What's wrong with younger martial brother Yaoguang? "

Elder martial brothers rush to Jianling.

There are seven swords in Jianmen. Yu Wuxue ranks the seventh. This life long sword is named Yangguang. Some elder martial brothers call him Yaoguang directly.

"Who did this?"

"I killed that son of a bitch!"

Qi Qi, the elder martial brother of Jianxiu, was furious.

They hold on to the clothes of the fat elder brother of the sixth younger martial brother, and ask what the situation is. How can the younger martial brother be well behaved and disappear?

The fat elder was also depressed. He hung his head and said nothing.

"Cacha --"

someone stepped on the dead branch.

It was quiet all around.

In the ice and snow, the old man came with a white jade coffin on his back. The coffin was long and narrow, with a black chain. The old man looked like a withered man, and his whole body was extremely shriveled. It was like a piece of wooden post that had dried up water. His sleeves were empty and his eyes were only white, which was terrible.

The elder martial brothers were pale at the moment.

It's a sword carrying officer.

The old man had no expression and passed through the silent crowd.

White eyes moved, as if the line of sight fell on a pool of flesh and blood on the ground.

"Sword carrying old slave, I've come to see you off for the 29th Supreme Master of Jianmen."

He dropped his robes and knelt down.

The ceremony is up.

The white haired old man's lips trembled slightly and his back was over his body.

The withered brow of the sword carrying officer was pious against the snow.

The white jade coffin on the back began to vibrate slightly, and it made a regular "poop poo Hoo" sound.

The elder martial brothers held their breath.

It was 70 years ago that the last supreme elder passed away. They were not qualified enough to see this amazing scene.I saw that the chain of the jade coffin suddenly fell off, the light suddenly leaked out, and even faintly sent out the sad voice.

The wailing became more and more clear, as if passing through the brain. The elder martial brothers thought of the picture of getting along with younger martial brothers in the past, and their tears could not be restrained any more, as if they wanted to taste the pain of heartbreak in the world. "Boom" a sound, coffin cover flying, several long swords fly out, straight fell to Yu Wuxue's side.

The swordsman raised his head slightly.

It's a pity.

He gave two words.

The five swords of our ancestors were able to attract them to play elegy for this fallen sword, which showed that his sword idea was harmonious and reached the level of perfection. The ancestors could not help but be convinced. The sword carrying officer has been buried for so many times. Compared with the past, this is really a special treatment. After all, sword cultivation has always been arrogant and rarely submissive. The strong who can achieve the level of founder have their own reserve.

If he can continue to grow up, he will not be the sharpest sword in the history of Jianmen.

But that's it.

"Best regards."

The voice of the swordsman wandered around without sadness or joy.

"Qiang --"

the dark scabbard suddenly vibrates, a cold light passes by, and it floats quietly in the air.

The other five swords, as if surrounded by joy, fell into the jade coffin and fell into a long sleep.

The fat elder lowered his head and did not dare to look at it again. He heard the sound of the chain rewinding.

The swordsman stood up and arched his hands at the old man with white hair. He was going to bury the body of the sword repair. The funeral of Jianmen is unusual. In order not to allow others to steal the bones of their ancestors, after sealing the sword, they all adopt the method of decomposing the Dharma body, which disperses between heaven and earth like smoke and dust. Except for a sword and a name, there is no sound.

"Offended, my Lord."

The old man's hands quickly formed runes and urged the great Dharma of death.

A cloud of light and mist slowly appeared on the body of sword repair. Looking at it carefully, it turned out to be a scene of memories. The memory of the deceased was the most unforgettable and unforgettable from childhood to adulthood.

While playing back the clip of a woman turning her head and leaving, the swordsman suddenly feels something wrong.

Because --

the time has stopped.

The sword carrying officer has a pair of yin and Yang eyes and is extremely sensitive to the surrounding changes.

There is no wind.

The snow no longer falls.

The whole world is still.

"Cough Cough... "

"Ha..."

There was a cold sweat on the back of the swordsman. The cough from nowhere suddenly turned into laughter.

"Ha ha ha, ha!"

The more you laugh, the louder you get.

It's cold, chilly, and creepy, like a wake-up call from the underworld.

"Bang --"

the sword carrying officer did not respond. The jade coffin on his back was suddenly broken, and a sword rose from the sky.

All of a sudden, ten thousand swords roared in unison.

The sound of clang was heard all over the gate.

"Sword! My sword

"What's the matter? The sword is crazy

"Where are they going?"

After the collapse of the mountain, the disciples ushered in a new strange event.

Their swords didn't listen to their orders. They all came out of their scabbards at the same time and went straight in one direction!

They gaped at the scene.

For the first time in their lives, the senior brothers who stayed in Jianling faced the natural disaster hit by wanjian for the first time in their lives. They dodged in a panic, and several of them were seriously injured.

"Master! What's going on

The fat elder was miserable. His reaction ability was the worst among his elder martial brothers in public. He was stabbed several blood holes without paying attention. He asked several times, and found that the master was staring at a certain direction, and could not help but wonder at the past.

Blood coat when the wind, white hair and the ground.

Ten thousand swords are subject to it.

The tip of the sword slowly dropped a drop of blood beads, and then hit the ground, in the snow out of a red lotus.

The tiny sound of blood dripping makes people feel like beating the drum, but they can't breathe.

In the thousands of miles of frozen Jianmen, after 3000 years, the destiny finally came.

And the culprit who caused all this is sitting on the ghost car, eating the spiritual fruit peeled by his heart.

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's normal."

The girl lifted the curtain and the cold wind blew in. She looked down at the white sword door below and said her worries, "I don't know why, I always feel that it is strongly repelling and expelling us, which makes people very uncomfortable. It wasn't so obvious before

Lin Lang bit the flesh slowly. Her lip was stained with purple juice. She said casually, "then you should get used to it. If there is no accident, Jianmen and our magic gate will never die from this moment on."

The female confidant deeply thought that, after all, his Majesty's hand was really cruel. After all, he played a trick to kill people by using the sword. He also performed the image of a sentimental woman to perfection. No matter how broad the heart of the sword gate was, he hated the devil gate.With one hand on her cheek, Lin Lang remembered one thing.

She's crazy about the way of heaven. Dad, I wonder if she'll get her luck in too?

She had a good fortune in the past. As a Tasker, she was favored by the man, so that the heaven seemed to love her very much. Sometimes she would also bring some opportunities to turn around and let her go smoothly.

This time, I met my father directly. Looking back, I really have some small stimulation.

The ghost car took the master and the servant and flew over the forbidden mountain to reach the secluded area.

When Lin Lang returned to Changle palace, she saw Shaohua, her trusted confidant, kneeling on the stairs. She was not as lively as usual. When she saw her, she felt guilty at first, and then showed a dignified look. "Your Majesty, Shaohua's incompetence in handling affairs has made you emperor escape!"

The empress's step is a meal.

"Escape?"

She has a deep brow.

The dungeon is locked with 33 seals, and it is more than enough to imprison Yan Tiandi. The male master can still reach the level overnight and fly directly to her?

Shaohua said bitterly, "it's the huanxizong guy who harbors evil intentions and says that he wants to teach him a lesson for you."

Lin Lang raises eyebrows and understands that she has a spy here, which is still her favorite man.

It's really what you're afraid of.

Lin Lang pinched his eyebrows and waved to Shaohua for punishment.

Knowing that the empress was worried, Chunxi did not dare to plead for Shaohua.

When Lin Lang lay on the couch thinking about countermeasures, she hesitated for a moment, or walked forward, carefully rubbing the forehead for others.

The beauty brow light frown, as if caged a layer of light Qingchou, quite delicate and pitiful. The female confidant, unable to see her Majesty's attitude, comforted her and said, "the emperor Youdi has been imprisoned in the dungeon for a long time, and the array of Dharma has eroded his spirit day and night, and his strength must have been greatly weakened. If it had not been for that little Sao Well, you can't walk out of the palace of songs. "

Seeing her upright face and high credibility, the empress was a little relieved.

Half a month later -

the wind and cloud of Jianmen overturned, and the new leader arrived at Tiange in red clothes, pointing to the three worlds and eight wastelands.

The youngest emperor of the Dawu Dynasty ascended the throne. His name was Jiwu and he followed the rule of iron and blood.

At the border of the western regions, the commander-in-chief of the demons was born with great ambition and achieved the prestige of ten demons.

After reading the intelligence presented by the scouts, Lin Lang looks at her confidant.

The other side could not help shivering, and did not understand why his majesty looked at her like this. However, as a subordinate, he naturally wants to help his majesty out. He says, "although the power of the three commanders is really amazing, your majesty, don't worry. We only have too few disputes with their disciples. If we want to be in a high position, we won't be trapped by the love and hatred of sesame mung bean. Isn't it just a loss of identity?"

Lin Lang has a reserved smile.

"You're right. I think too much."

Her luck is not so bad that Not a drop left?