"I put you under the sky-high tree back then, so that you could not make any mistake in this life," said Xian Jianchen, "I shouldn't have saved your life."

He stood alone at the end of the continent, and there was a vast white and cold fog all around.

There is no sun and moon in the world, and there is no five fingers in the hand.

The only answer to him was a hoarse voice, which came from nowhere, like a dead tree blown by the wind and sand:

"It's been two hundred years, Xian Jianchen, you've kept my town here for two hundred years. I've always wanted to see you again. Don't you want to see me? Don't you want to talk to me about the past?"

The usual intention on Xian Jianchen's face disappeared, and the careless feeling of fatigue was also wiped out. His voice was cold and his spine was straight.

"What else can I say between you?" Xian Jianchen opened his arms, and the black bulge rolled like a tide, covering the sky and the sun, "Open!"

The earth trembled as if it was being knocked over by a giant wheel.

A sword forest rose from the ground, and thousands of swords were in full bloom.

"I will let you out today. There are many swords here, you can choose one by yourself."

Xian Jianchen's voice echoed over the sword forest.

The hoarse voice seemed to be regretful: "Xian Jianchen, you shouldn't have expanded the boundary."

...

In any corner of the world, whether in the snow field or not, there is a passage above the sky, I saw this "meteor shower".

Countless sword shadows crossed the sky, leaving behind magnificent trajectories, brighter than a meteor.

‌Thirty-six counties on the continent, the islands on the sea, all monks looked to the end of the continent and realized one thing at the same time:

"The Sword God has come out of his sword!"

Mortals regard it as a beautiful meteor and exclaim repeatedly. The children are still unaware of it and dance happily.

The higher the cultivation level, the more the cultivator felt his mind trembling when observing the sword shadow, as if he was facing the sword power, he was shrouded in a terrifying shadow between life and death:

"It turns out that people can be so powerful, and there is still a difference between transforming gods and transforming gods."

"Isn't that person injured? How could he use such a sword?"

"He must have reached the end of the continent, took back his natal sword, and returned to the world invincible!"

"But what kind of enemy is worthy of his use of this sword?"

Song Qianji recalled Qijue Qin. The eight swords left by Xian Jianchen flew out, surrounding him, radiating various brilliances, and the sword shadows in the sky buzzed together.

"Let's go, take me to find him." Song Qianji patted the Shadowless Sword.

The shadowless sword moved in response to the sound, came to his feet, and turned into a stream of light.

This time, the road is smooth and there is no obstacle.

The Shadowless Sword was like a naughty green, breaking into the vast white mist at the end of the continent.

Song Qianji's premonition of unknown feeling became deeper and deeper. He saw a black back from afar, and then jumped down the Shadowless Sword: "Xian Jian--"

The man turned around and looked very similar, and his height was no different.

However, the cheeks were slightly sunken and the body was too thin.

He was also wearing a black suit, but it seemed to have been covered in dust for many years, covered with sand and dust, and his clothes were a little broken.

Song Qianji looked at the person in front of him, and his blood was cold. He stood stiffly, as if he was frozen into an ice sculpture in an instant.

But his voice was still calm: "Who are you? Why do you always turn into someone else? Have you forgotten your true self?"

Xian Jianchen made the strongest sword, but this man can still stand here...

Could it be that this battle has ended and the outcome has been decided?

Could it be that he is late?

"Song Qianji, you have killed me so many times, but you still don't know who I am. Have you seen it clearly? This is what I am like." The person in front of you lowered his eyes, Xian Jianchen's extremely similar face showed a slight sense of peace and compassion, and there seemed to be a sense of pity in his eyes, "Go and say goodbye to him."

After saying that, he turned his back and made way.

When Song Qianji saw Xian Jianchen, he felt dizzy and absurdly.

The person who had just quarreled with him, but he had just met again, but he looked like this.

——Xian Jianchenzhujian meditated, his whole body was covered with gray and black death aura.

A huge blood hole was broken in his chest, and a broken sword was inserted.

The broken sword has no hilt, the tip of the sword sinks into the chest three inches, and a foot of the sword body is exposed. The patterns on it are complex, like flowers blooming.

Blood dripped down from the broken corner of the sword body, forming a stream.

Xian Jianchen heard the movement, raised his lowered eyes barely, and saw Song Qianji cursing:

"Damn it, I am most afraid of this scene. Hello, huh, you are not going to cry, aren't you?"

"So you only have one sword." Song Qianji gritted his teeth and asked, "Why don't you wait for me?"

He did not shoot a sword all the way, either to throw a tantrum or deliberately solicit his successors, so that these divine weapons with different tempers would be subdued as soon as possible.

He has only one sword left.

Song Qianji opened his mouth without making any sound. Xian Jianchen's hands were very cold, colder than the thousand-year-old ice in the snowfield.

Suddenly, the silver whale in the Dead Sea, the purple smoke from Ziyun Temple, the fire from Bailong River, and many chaotic colorful fragments passed by his eyes.

They snatched pillows, snatched tea, used swords, despised each other, tried each other, and finally told the story of seeking scriptures in heaven, and rushed into the snowfield.

Xian Jianchen asked: "What are you waiting for? Are the three of you going to make a game of ascension? Let's see who ascends?"

"It's this time, can't you say something human?" Song Qianji took a deep breath, his expression still calm, "It's okay, it's okay, I still have the Immortal Spring."

He summoned the Jing Bottle from Zi Mansion, but Xian Jianchen held his hand: "Your immortal spring is useless. Look at this sword, it is my natal sword. I was injured by my natal sword and there is no cure for it. Two hundred years ago, I should have died."

Song Qianji hummed: "Shut up and adjust your breath with my luck!"

Xian Jianchen got up low, touched the wound, vomiting blood in his mouth: "Don't move, I have something to tell you."

Song Qianji didn't dare to move again: "Okay, you said."

"My original name is Xian Chen. The word "Sword" in the middle was added by me after practicing swords. My younger brother is Xian Jian. Two brothers, life is like Chen Jian, good names. Oh, my younger brother is the one you just saw. Don't blame me for not believing in others. I have been deceived by him too many times."

His eyes flew over Song Qianji, as if they were falling from the long river of time, and returned to the memory of many years of dust:

"When we were young, we two brothers depended on each other for life. When we met a casual cultivator who came to the village, we learned the techniques and learned the magic. We wanted to learn from others to cultivate immortality and seek Taoism. We wandered all the way and ran to Huawei Sect. The eldest son said that he had no talent and could only enter the outer door. I hid his spiritual roots and accompanied him into the outer door. I could learn by myself when I read the classics, and I taught him when I learned it. But his spiritual roots were weak and competitive, and he was always bullied in places where I couldn't see them."

Song Qianji's mouth was full of bitterness. He knew very well what the outer sect of Huawei Sect used to be.

"After the hidden spiritual roots were exposed, many elders wanted to accept me as their disciples, and they fought over it. I put forward a condition, and whoever wanted to take my brother into the inner sect would be the teacher. Unexpectedly, this incident caused jealousy from other disciples, and then caused many misunderstandings, which made him eventually turn against me and escape from Huawei Sect."

"I was naturally unhappy when Huawei Sect wanted to pursue him for rebellion. So I also left the sect and became a free casual cultivator, looking for his whereabouts. I went smoothly and had constant adventures. Many years later, I made a fortune as a casual cultivator."

"Who knew that he had escaped to the sea to study the martial arts of evil demons and heretics. When the evil skills were achieved, he happened to catch up with me in the sea. When he was sucking people, he ran into me and was beaten into a useless person with the new "Shui Sword" and forced his skills to disperse his skills. ‌, it is the sword beside you. I think you already know that this sword has a strange temper. If you want others to see blood, you have to pay your own blood... I took him to the Demon-Suppressing Tower of Hongye Temple, recite scriptures every day to wash away the anger. Who knew that after just one hundred years, he became a righteous man, and he became a respected master of sermons. He broke through the temple and held a banquet for Huawei Sect, and invited my wife and I to the meeting."

"At that time, I was already the youngest realm of the God Transformation in the world. I felt that the heights were cold and I was just a newlywed, so I developed a desire to retire. My wife agreed to wait for the banquet to end and leave the world of cultivation together and never ask about the world."

Song Qianji listened silently, and swords and shadows flashed in front of his eyes.

The young and frivolous sword god, his newly married wife, the host of the sword hidden in it, the guest with each other's own ulterior motives, and the younger brother who "turns evil and returns to justice", has no good banquet.

It is hard to imagine how Xian Jianchen went to the appointment with the mood, and he chants at the table and had fun. His younger brother even said that he had made a big mistake, thanks to his brother who gave him the opportunity to repent and reform.

Then the two brothers drank wine and talked about interesting childhood stories and the time when teenagers depended on each other.

Until he got drunk.

Good wine becomes poisonous wine, and congratulations becomes enemies who make enemies.

His wife was controlled by evil spirits and lost her mind. She pulled out the sword from his waist and inserted it into his heart with a sword.

My younger brother slapped the table and burst into tears before his eyes.

Xian Jianchen held the sword blade and broke his natal sword.

He chased after him, Xian Jian ran away until he was under the Qingtian tree.

Then Xian Jianchen returned to Huaweizong, cleaned up the mess, and handled the funeral.

He casually ordered a living person to be the new leader, and he was later Xuyun's man.

"Didn't you always want to know this? Why did you have this expression?" Xian Jianchen said.

"I would rather not know." Song Qianji said.

Xian Jianchen waved his sleeves and summoned a dull iron sword: "This is the last sword, and this sword is called "One Go". The yin and yang sword is a double sword. Only when the surf sword is conquered, can it be used for you. You have learned my sword, and you will have to walk alone in the future.

Song Qianji's eyes were red, and he bit his tongue at some point and tasted bloody mouth: "How did you master do you? I have learned a little bit of your sword. How can you walk alone?"

The nine swords trembled buzzing, as if they were crying sadly.

"When I was invincible in the world, you refused to call me Master. I was at the end of my life, but you became my disciple. Why are there such a stupid monk like you in the world?"

Song Qianji shook his head: "I am not a monk, I am just a landlord."

"How good is the land. If there is a next life, I will be a land." Xian Jianchen got up, "I have a weak relationship in this life. My wife is destined to be together. Brothers are in the same family. But there is still an apprentice to die. It's really good. Thank you, otherwise I'll be a little lonely."

Song Qianji was hard to suppress, and a burst of enthusiasm surged into his eyes.

Xian Jianchen has been alone for hundreds of years. Who do you think he looks down on him? He doesn't need friends, relatives and understanding at the very least. It turns out that he will be afraid of loneliness at the end of his life.

"Walking alone in the mountains, whom is the shadow to go..." Xian Jianchen murmured, his body shattered from his fingertips and turned into quicksand, "I've gone as a teacher."

Song Qianji reached out to grab it, but only caught a handful of flying ashes.

"Dang!"

The half-broken sword landed on the ground.
Chapter completed!