The sword is the devil

Chapter 1036
Under the surface calm of Dushan, an undercurrent surged.

After receiving the order, Jindan Swordsman started to collect supplies, the most important ones were all kinds of pills, mainly mana replenishment; they have not received specific tasks yet, except for a few core figures.

One hundred swordsmanship cultivators mainly focus on grassland sword veins; one hundred traditional sword cultivators are all successful in practicing sword light and are deeply immersed in the way of sword verticality.

The preparation work is relatively simple, because the sword cultivator doesn't need too much logistical support, and he can carry all his belongings with him, so he has nothing to worry about.

He was very yearning for Yueduo to talk about gathering swords in Xiaoshan, there was no need to say hello in advance, there would be countless sword lights responding to each other when his senior brother shook his sword in the air; but that might be the future, Dushan can't do it now.

The spirit of swordsmanship requires a long time, countless times of blood and fire, success, and failure.

...Xiaoman finally lived in Dushan, which she had dreamed of, in a small igloo below Tongtianjian Tower, and there were many Xiaoxiu like her living with her, and she was the one with the lowest level of strength inside. .

Hai Renren once asked her, did she stay in her sword mansion?Still with those disciples, Xiaoxiu, she chose the latter without hesitation; now that she had already started, she thought she would not lose to anyone.

She may be bullied, and may be looked down upon because of her low strength, but she can bear all these, she has already done it.

so what?I heard that the elder brother of the leader is over 20, that is, he is in this state of pulsation and sense of qi, how is it now?
As a newcomer, she is still a little unfamiliar with those companions who are much younger than her but have a higher level than her, but she will not be alone, if she is not used to it, she will adapt, just like now, no matter what. No, she also stood in the open space in front of the ice platoon, watching her friends practice kung fu, compete with swords and joke. This is the life she yearns for.

This is just the first day, the beginning.

Suddenly, a little friend pointed to the top of his head, "Look, the sword is gathered!"

They lived on the edge of the Tongtianjian Tower complex at the foot of the mountain. Even at night, when they looked up at the sky, the sky was cloudless, and the stars were as clear as if they were right in front of them.

One by one, sword cultivators soared into the sky from the Yaoguang Sword Palace in the middle of the mountain. They didn't fly high, and gathered on the building complex of the Sword Palace. There was no sound, but it was a dense mass of darkness.

Gathering the swords was very fast, taking shape in an instant, and then the sword cultivators were arranged into two huge wedges of hundreds of people each, pressing down on the mountain peak and sliding down to the ground, just passing the sky above the ice row where they were.

Although he didn't deliberately exude aura, but inadvertently, a sharp and extremely sharp aura diffused, which moved people.

The silent sword cultivators and the silent queue, when they passed by the foot of the mountain, the stars seemed to lose their light.

The flying was really too low, so low that they could see everyone's faces clearly, and the first person was their leader, the legend of Sword Pulse, Hou Niao.

Such an array, combined with the vague news they had heard from monsters and beasts from all over the mainland, they knew exactly what these seniors were going to do!
The minor repairs didn't care, and shouted crazily below. This kind of scene made people's blood boil, and they hoped that they could become one of them, galloping across the continent and traveling across the splendor.

It doesn't matter, sooner or later this day will come.

Amidst the frizzy and random shouts of the minor cultivators, the sword row crossed the foot of the mountain and disappeared among the peaks of the snow-capped mountains.The minor repairs each took up their swords. If they want to join in the future, they have to work harder now.

...Hou Niao was braving the biting cold wind, with pride in her heart.

It took him less than 200 years from leading Fang Yazi and Wang Mian to charge towards the mouse nest in Yinling, to now having two hundred elite golden core sword cultivators.

The passion is still there, but the team is growing stronger and stronger. This is already a force capable of overthrowing any force in the Splendid Continent. Even Daoist Yuanying, with less than ten people, will have to retreat from their sword group.

He can be sure that this kind of power can go against the trend even under the tide of beasts. If they don't seek to annihilate them, no one can stop their sword trails.

Most of the sword cultivators here actually don't know where the leader will take them, but it doesn't matter, following the leader will become a part of the legend, which is already the consensus of people in the sword vein.

They didn't gain altitude, but after flying out of the snow-capped mountains, they actually flew at a height of more than two thousand feet, like two huge flocks of wild geese, heading south.

Of course, Jianmai also has floating rafts, and there are even large floating rafts that can hold everyone at once, but there is a big difference between flying in the flesh and riding on floating rafts in all aspects of monk expeditions.

In terms of speed, Yujian flies faster and more flexibly. It takes an instant to switch the combat state. The most important thing is that a powerful spiritual pressure will be generated on the head of the raft during the rapid sweep of the large floating raft, and such spiritual pressure will be transmitted. Far, far away, it is necessary for Daoist sects to come to Dushan with threats, and they can show their presence, but if they are going to fight, their existence will be exposed far away.

The biggest advantage of the floating raft is that it can provide a place to rest, without wasting mana, and it is very comfortable.

Therefore, sword cultivators seldom take rafts on their way to the battlefield, preferring to fly with their swords. There seems to be no choice between life and comfort.

At an altitude of two thousand feet, there are few monks coming and going. The beast tide has begun. The news has spread throughout the continent in a short period of time. For humans, finding their own belonging and forming a collective force is the only way to fight against the beast tide.

Occasionally, a monk bumps into them, and they avoid them far away. Facing such a large array of swords, anyone with a solid mind knows to avoid them. It is like a mortal army marching. Those who dare to stand in the way can only have one result. There is no It makes sense.

All the way to the south.

...Anhe Palace, Master Xiao and his party are about to come back, Yan Xin from behind catches up without drinking tea, the old master is speechless,

"Look at it all, Jianmai has already started to attack."

An Zhenren was speechless, "So fast? With whom? Has the sea monster attacked Dushan?"

A few people saw Yan Xin, and couldn't help but be shocked by the audacity of the sword veins, aggression like fire, movement like wind, no need to ask, it was the idea of ​​waiting for the dog, others are not so crazy, and they can't do it within half a day. Set off from the sea.

Several old masters all looked at Taoist Tianfeng. Although the realm was only Jindan, they still admired the strength and insight of this heir to the Qing Dynasty, and his reputation was indeed well-deserved.

Taoist Tianfeng was not surprised at all, he just snorted lightly, "If it were the Qingkong Xiaoshan sword vein, the news would be the moment when the sword cultivator started drawing! They were half a day late, and it was a long time! There is still a bit of momentum, and it is just so-so if you barely call it a sword pulse."

(End of this chapter)