The World’s Male Repairs Are All Furnace Tripods

It was a sword, the ice sword of Jianhunshan.

The long sword stood in front of Jiang Yunya, and an ice wall was formed around the sword. After being slashed by the gentleman sword, the two swords hit one place, making a loud bang, and the next moment , The Sword of Ice also uttered a long groan, rushing straight into the sky, the voice fell in Jiang Yunya's ears, and it became a sentence.

"Grandson, you dare to chop someone I like, and watch grandpa teach you!" After that long chant, the ground shook in the sword mound.

As they left the long-disappeared Sword Soul Mountain suddenly appeared again, and the mountain was shaking everywhere, countless sword lights flew out from the mountain, one by one, the sound of breaking through the sky. The surrounding auras were cut into strands.

Those flying swords flew out from the sword soul mountain and stopped behind the ice sword.

Jin Zhongliang was also a person who had seen the big scene. At this time, he was confronted by a fairy sword that was tens of thousands, and his palms were also sweating.

Those are immortal swords, concentrated on it, and the pressure is amazing, like an unshakable mountain, pressing in front of him, not only Jin Zhongliang, but even Jiang Yunya and Zi Lingyun feel the same. The sword lights of various colors mixed together, like a rainbow after rain, making the entire sky colorful.

Although the Sword of Frost is not the highest-level fairy sword in the sword mound, it is the oldest and most intelligent fairy sword here, and the sword soul of the fairy sword is not very intelligent, plus the owner entered the sword mound after the death. For a long time, those newly wise sword souls stayed on the sword soul mountain to wait for the predestined ones, and they naturally respected the elderly.

The Ice Sword raised his arms and called out the choices they had missed. The opportunities buried on the Sword Soul Mountain shot out all the way, encircling the Gentleman Sword fiercely.

Even if it is the top level of the Immortal Sword, under such circumstances, it can only converge the halo of his body. There was no halo on the body of Junzi Jianjian, and it looked extremely gloomy. Seeing it on the road in this way, the Sword of Ice snorted triumphantly.

At this time, Jin Zhongliang's eyes were slightly drenched, and he sacrificed to the Tower of Nirvana. There are so many fairy swords. Such opportunities can not be met. This is a great opportunity. If so many fairy swords can be obtained, the strength of the fairy sword gate will definitely increase. It's not to be afraid of being the No. 1 Sword Cultivator and becoming the No. 1 school in the Canghai Realm, the Xiaoyao Sect.

However, before Jin Zhongliang urged the Tower of Nirvana, he felt the fear passed by the Gentleman Sword.

Seeing the sword light disappeared and returned to the sword soul mountain, Jin Zhongliang was very reluctant to give up, but the meteor shower-like scene also shocked his heart, an inexplicable emotion appeared in his heart, it was a sword against the sword. The respect of Soul Mountain, the respect of those fairy swords.

No one of them knew why the sword mound was born and how many years it has gone through. They only know that it has always been there, and the sword soul mountain is the most mysterious place in the sword mound. Its majesty is inviolable.

All the flying swords returned to the sword mound, except for the sword with frost attached to the body of the previous sword. Jin Zhongliang frowned slightly, and saw the flying sword levitating in front of Jiang Yunya, the sword body trembling lightly, groaning after another.

In Jiang Yunya's mind, the Sword of Ice roared one after another. He frowned. On the Sword Soul Mountain, the Flying Sword could communicate with the destined. Now when he went down the mountain, he didn't choose the Ice Sword, so why could he still understand it?

"Boy, who is the best sword?"

"Boy, thanks to me just now for saving you haha!"

"Hey, your sword is broken, why are you still holding it?"

"I said, look, what do you think of me?" At this point, the sword of ice was still spinning in the air.

Jiang Yunya didn't answer, but picked up the broken body of the Burning Heart Sword.

The sword is there, and the sword is dead. At this time, he is very uncomfortable. The uncomfort made him frown. Jiang Yunya with this expression is really hard to see. Zi Lingyun is about to ask. I saw him suddenly bending over and coughing, spitting out a puff of blood, like a blossoming blood flower.

When the blood sprayed out, Jin Zhongliang clearly felt that the Nilong Treasure Box inside his storage ring vibrated slightly. At the same time, Jiang Yunya suddenly raised his head, staring at him scorchingly.

She said that there was something in this sword grave that might be related to him. Although she didn't say who it was, when she saw Jin Zhongliang, her heart was touched. He felt that there might be something related to him in Jin Zhongliang. The thing, the breath is extremely weak, but when he vomited blood just now, he felt it, really felt it.

Jin Zhongliang's face changed slightly. This Nilong Treasure Box was indeed a jealous one, but he didn't expect that Jiang Yunya was also the idea of ​​this thing before. The world thought that Nilong Treasure Box had already recognized him as the master, why did Jiang Yunya know that it hadn't really recognized him yet?

That was the fairy artifact that the master gave him, so he naturally wouldn't give it away. Thinking of this, Jin Zhongliang drew an arc with the long sword in his hand. He said indifferently: "This swordsmanship competition, is it possible that fellow Jiang Daoist feels that he has won? Would you like to ask me for something?" After speaking, Jin Zhongliang smiled. There is a bit of sarcasm.

Jiang Yunya clenched the broken sword in his hand, didn't say much, turned around and left.

The Sword of Ice uttered a long moan again, and the voice resounded through the clouds.

At the same time, Zi Lingyun also shouted: "Wait for me!"

In Jiang Yunya's ears, the two of them actually said the same thing.

However, Jiang Yunya didn't stop, his figure getting paler and lighter, and gradually disappeared into the morning light after the rain.

Inside the sword mound, far south, Su Hanjin is working hard to cut the green of the netherworld. It was the nether green on a cliff, she had to take it down and take it away. This was a huge project, because the nether green and Wenxin sword were of the same material, and the ones here were obviously more soaked at the bottom of the cold pool than usual. Harder.

"Hey, Grandpa Han is angry." Wen Xinjian shook suddenly, and the peach petals on Jianshan suddenly spun. "It's a miracle that someone entered Grandpa Han's eyes."

"Don't move!" Su Hanjin's subordinates kept cutting, but they also asked: "Why a miracle?"

"Because it has stayed on the Sword Soul Mountain for at least hundreds of thousands of years, and has never met a human monk. For us, it is equivalent to the elder of your human monks. It is a symbol of wisdom. We all respect it. It." At this point, he smiled and said, "I don't know who made Grandpa Han angry, that person should be in bad luck."

"What rank is that?" Su Hanjin asked afterwards.

Anyway, she already knew that the best was in Jin Zhongliang's hands, how could the others not surpass the top-level fairy sword, right?

"High-level fairy sword." said with a smile.

Could it be obtained by Zi Lingyun? After all, she can be regarded as a halo of the protagonist's harem, how about Le Qingcheng? The protagonist's same door halo is also silent in the original Sky Profound Sword Door. Except for Zi Lingyun, the rest certainly did not get any benefits, but when he thought of this, Su Hanjin's heart moved slightly, "Could it be Jiang Yunya?"

He is a character outside the plot, and has a great chance of gaining opportunities, because he is the true lover of swords, and his kendo aptitude is even more outstanding. Thinking of this, Su Hanjin has a bit of anticipation in his heart to split the green of the netherworld. Also speeded up.

After busying for more than ten days, Su Hanjin collected the last piece of nether green into the hairpin. In the sword tomb, Bai Yu's life and death gourd is also restricted. She was chased by Wan Jian before and she could not enter. Now it is very difficult to open the gourd if she wants to put the nether green in, so she is thankful that she has got the hairpin. If you can’t install it, she will definitely feel distressed.

After Su Hanjin finished dressing up, he asked and smiled, "Is there any more?"

"Yes, but Nether Green itself is the best here, and even if there is, there is not enough time. After three days, all the cultivators who enter the sword mound will be kicked out. Regardless of whether they have chosen their own sword."

The fight for power in Jianzuka was only one month. She ran all the way to enter the sword soul mountain for a day. After that, she saw her kendo career and Hong Ling's memories on Peach Blossom Mountain for two days. After that, she chose and removed the sword. She thought it hadn’t been long, but it was only a day, and it took her more than 20 days to find the nether green and put it all in the hairpin. She was so busy that she forgot the day and smiled and reminded it. She still had three days left before the disciples' selection of swords was about to end, and they would all be kicked out of the sword tomb before Su Hanjin realized that so many days had passed.

"It's only three days?" Su Hanjin sighed. In that case, she should go find a disciple of the Sky Profound Sword Sect.

Su Hanjin stepped on Feijian and flew all the way. This time, seeing the pink sword glow in the quiet green, Feijian's hostility all evaded. She went smoothly all the way, but she did not encounter any obstacles. When passing through a canyon, Su Hanjin's spiritual sense had noticed that there was a dispute in the distance, and the inferior party was her disciple of the Profound Sky Sword Sect.

Most of the disciples of the Sky Profound Sword Sect were injured themselves, and they were naturally not opponents when they encountered other disciples' provocations.

"Although you discovered this dust-repelling sword first, you now recognize me as the master. You are inferior to others, and you still have to rely on me to seize the sword?" His voice fell, and several people behind him burst into laughter.

The one who was ridiculed was the disciple Zhu Shui Liu from Zixiao Island. He was out of the 9th floor of the Aperture. Originally, he managed to get the flying sword surrendered. Unexpectedly, when he was about to infuse the divine consciousness, the disciple of the Han Haijian sent the disciple to grab the sword and preemptively inject it into the gods. Li Zhibing dripped blood, and told him triumphantly that the Flying Sword was a high-level mid-level, and it was called the Anti-Dust Sword. There is a sword soul in that dust-preventing sword sword, but perhaps it has just been born, it is very weak, and it is only a high-level middle-grade, naturally unable to distinguish the coercion, and it falls into the hands of the Hanhai Sword Sect disciple, and the spirit is injected with blood, and it is natural. Acknowledge the Lord.

Now that Zhu Shuiliu wanted to regain the fairy sword, he could only kill the disciple of the Hanhai Sword Sect, or he had a very high level of cultivation and could easily erase the opponent's spiritual knowledge. Both of these are not what he can do.

In the last three days, the disciples of various sects have basically gathered together. At this time, there are as many as 13 disciples of the Hanhai Sword Sect in front of him, making it easy to form a sword formation, and behind him, there are only four disciples of the Sky Profound Sword Sect. All were injured.

Although he was unwilling, he also had the arrogance of a desperate fight, but he did not want to involve the same door behind him, so he could only be silent and turned around to leave.

However, at this moment, he found that the saber in his hand was shaking slightly, and the flying sword in the hands of the Hanhai Sword Sect disciple was also the same.

A frightening sword light burst in front of him, and the bamboo water flow was slightly taken aback. The next moment, he saw that the dust-prevention sword was broken in two, and the man who held the sword also vomited a mouthful of blood.