The strong from the wild

"The Devil Emperor of Hengshan has already unified the boundary of Hengshan, and he can be regarded as the overlord of a world. Ling Wanjian entered the boundary of Hengshan alone, and he wanted to use his own strength to fight against the monks in the entire world..."

Chenchen waved his sleeves, picked some bamboo flowers from the air, poured two cups of new tea, and said in a smoky tone, "My master, the Eight-Fate Dharma King, has always respected Ling Wanjian and respected him as the number one sword fairy in the Qiongyu Land But this time, even my master thinks that Ling Wanjian's trip must be more ominous..."

"How bad is the bad luck?"

Liu Yi shook his head, and said calmly: "Even if his body is dead and his soul is gone, and there is no bones left, he will die with vigor and vigor after all!"

At this point, Liu Yi said no more and bid farewell to Dust.

There are two cups of bamboo flower tea on the table, still steaming.

Chenchen looked a little dazed, staring at the steam coming out of the teacup, without saying a word for a long time, a thought suddenly rose in his heart, "It seems that this Liu Yi is also a person who is not afraid of life and death, and only wants to be vigorous! The Yuxi faction left the wilderness After the boundary, he will definitely return to Xuantianzong. Even if Ling Wanjian died in the Hengshan boundary, the power of Xuantianzong would not be as good as before. But when Liu Yi returned to Xuantianzong and practiced the mysterious method of Xuantianzong's sword art, thousands of Years later, he may not be inferior to Ling Wanjian!"

Liu Yi walked out of the bamboo building step by step, like taking a walk, and walked towards the square in the distance, but he was thinking about Xuantianzong Ling Wanjian in his heart.

Before that, Liu Yi had heard of the name Ling Wanjian.

When Hou Duanyang and others were talking about Qiongyu's territory in the main hall of the Yuxi School back then, they mentioned that Ling Wanjian fought a battle with the Hengshan Devil Emperor, and both ended up losing.At that time, Liu Yi only thought that Ling Wanjian was a sword fairy with a high level of cultivation.When Liu Yi learned that Ling Wanjian had entered Hengshan's territory alone, Ling Wanjian's image in Liu Yi's heart changed instantly...

"Ling Wanjian is indeed a generous, tragic, heroic man!"

There is what kind of master, there is what kind of sect.

"It seems that it may be a good choice for my Yuxi Sect to return to Xuantianzong. Swordsmen, with two blades, are unyielding. I don't know how mysterious Xuantianzong's sword formula is!"

At this moment, Liu Yi couldn't help but look forward to Xuantianzong in Qiongyu's realm.A ray of pure sword intent was unknowingly released from Liu Yi's body and spread towards the surroundings.

Affected by the sword energy, the withered grass on the mountain trembled slightly, making a subtle sword cry.

buzzing...

Wherever Liu Yi went, the withered grass would stand up straight like a sword, pointing straight at the night sky.

Standing beside the railing of the bamboo building, Chen Chen watched Liu Yi go away, just in time to see the withered grass standing up around Liu Yi, the roots like swords.

"It seems that I was wrong. Liu Yi is not necessarily inferior to Ling Wanjian, but he must be comparable to Ling Wanjian..."

Chenchen thought in his heart: "Liu Yi is less than twenty years old, and his sword intent is already so powerful. If he is given thousands of years of practice time, he will definitely be able to surpass Ling Wanjian."

However, Chenchen didn't know that Liu Yi said that 3000 years is too long, and he seized the day and night.

A monk in the real world has a lifespan of 3000 years

Liu Yi is less than twenty years old, but his 3000-year lifespan has been exhausted by him. If he cannot break through to the pure Yang state within a few years, he will definitely die from exhaustion of lifespan.

The number of monks of the Yuxi sect in the Liangyi mote-moving formation was 400 fewer than before Luo Bandao held the meeting.

They may be relatives who are reluctant to part with the wild land, or they may be afraid of the Qiongyu land...

The departure of these hundreds of people not only did not shake the confidence of the Yuxi sect monks, but made the remaining monks more determined and made the Yuxi monks more united.

The sea is flowing, the waves are washing the sand, and sharing weal and woe is more true.

In the early morning of the next day, Luo Bandao ordered someone to ring the bronze bell, and gathered the disciples of the Yuxi School to the square to give a sermon.

This time, it is about "Sword Fairy".

Although the Yuxi School was inherited from the Xuantian Sect, the formulas circulated in the sect are very mixed.There are thousands of monks in Yuxi, but only a few choose the path of sword cultivation wholeheartedly.

"In this lecture, I have two things to say. First, what is cultivating the Tao. Second, what is sword cultivation."

Luo Bandao sat on the high platform, talking eloquently.

"The heavens and the earth are dark and yellow, the universe is prehistoric, there are all heavens and myriad realms, countless beings, and various types. Some of the lifespans of the heavens and the earth are short-lived, the bacteria don't know the dark days, and the crickets don't know the spring and autumn. Turtles and soft-shelled turtles live for a long time, but they can only live for thousands of years. The short lifespan of ordinary people ranges from dozens of years to more than a hundred years, and they cannot escape the pain of birth, old age, sickness and death. Therefore, all living beings have found a way to live forever, with the same brilliance of the sun and the moon, and the same life with the heaven and the earth. One path is called practice, and it is also called Taoism.”

"In the heavens and myriad realms, there are many sects and orthodoxy, and there are countless ways to practice. The Xuantian Sect in Qiongyu Realm belongs to the sword cultivator sect. Sword cultivators only focus on the sword, and don't pay attention to talismans and spells...Let him have many magic weapons , Countless spells, I break them all with one sword, this is the sword cultivator! Compared with other monks, the sword cultivator pays more attention to tempering his own sword intent, if he cannot cultivate the sword intent, he cannot become a qualified sword cultivator. And the sword cultivator On the way, it is more difficult to cultivate than other cultivation methods, but the strength of sword cultivation is higher than that of monks of the same level!"

"This "General Outline of the Way of the Sword" tells the basics of the way of the sword. This book is a must-read book for sword cultivators of Xuantianzong after they enter the school. I printed [-] copies overnight, and each of you has one copy. , take it to study carefully..."

After the sermon was over, Luo Bandao floated away from the square.

Hu Tutu ran up to get two books, and then ran over to give one to Liu Yi.

But Liu Yi pushed the book back and said, "This book is full of pictures and text, it's very good, but I've already read it, Xiaopang, you can keep it for yourself."

"The path of sword repair doesn't seem to be very suitable for me!"

Hu Tutu opened the book, pointed to a picture of a flying sword in the book, and said, "Look at the flying sword under this man's feet, it is only two feet long and two fingers wide. With my body, standing so slender It’s really uncoordinated to fly the Yujian on the flying sword. It’s better to refine a machete as big as a door panel, and it’s extremely domineering when flying!”

Hu Tutu spoke casually, flipping through the books.

"You actually want to use a machete to make a weapon?"

Liu Yi looked at Hu Tutu in a daze, and suddenly realized that the fat brother didn't even have a few magic weapons in his hand, so he said, "Xiao Pang, I'll give you some magic weapons later, for self-defense."

"No, no, no... I took a storage ring from you, which is enough."

Hu Tutu shook his head again and again, and said: "In my opinion, the magic weapon of a practitioner is like his own child. My magic weapon must be refined by myself. If I always use the magic weapon you gave me, brother Yi, Doesn't it mean that you have been giving birth to me all this time?"

Liu Yi kicked Hu Tutu's leg and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

That night, Zhang Yunke, the head of Baopuzong, led the monk Baopuzong, retreated to Liangyi Mochen's moving formation, and at the same time brought news of the battle in the wild land.

Luo Bandao opened a passage in the formation and welcomed monk Baopu Zong in. After asking, he found out...

The Daoxuan Sect has been breached!Long'an Pavilion was destroyed!The Qishan faction was destroyed!

The Sacred Fire Demon Sect suffered heavy casualties!The poisonous dragon sect was destroyed!Nanshan Sect was destroyed!More than half of Qianman Mountain was killed or injured!

The surviving monks of various sects gathered in the wild earth city, joined with the Baibao sect stationed in the earth city, and were rushing towards Liangyi Mochen.