Not far away.

Lu Linyuan and Tang Miaoxin whispered something, and also stepped out and said loudly: "Lu Linyuan is not talented. Although he is not a sword cultivator, he is not a pig or dog who knows how to repay his kindness. Senior Yuan has great kindness to my family. I am willing to follow you and fight to the death to the sword city!"

"father……"

Tangtang was full of tears.

"Let him go."

Tang Miaoxin walked behind her gently and whispered: "If you don't go, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life."

"kindness……"

Tangtang nodded. No matter how hard or tired or painful it was, she had never shed a tear. But at this time, she saw Sanqian Jian Cultivator and Lu Linyuan who were looking for death, tears couldn't stop sliding down.

This moment.

In her young heart.

I have a preliminary understanding of the word "Sword Cultivation".

"Walk!"

After asking the direction, Gu Han did not hesitate anymore, and his body turned into flowing light and rushed to the sky!

"Who is it!"

"It's a sword cultivator!"

"Stop him! So brave! Take it! Take it!"

“…”

now.

The dozens of Wuliang Realm deacons in Du Xuan's jurisdiction noticed the movement and rushed over. They happened to meet Gu Han. They shouted loudly, and hundreds of people rushed towards Gu Han, along with them and the followers around them!

"roll!!"

Gu Han was worried about Yuan Zhengyang's safety and was too lazy to look at them.

With a wave of his hand, thousands of swords fell!

Puff puff puff!

Accompanied by sporadic screams, a bloody rain fell in the sky!

"Gu Jianshou, good means!"

The three thousand sword cultivators looked at each other, feeling that the depression that had been hidden in their hearts for many years was vented, and all kinds of sword intent shone brightly on their bodies and soared into the sky!

The sword intent is like a rainbow!

More than three thousand brilliant tracks were dragged out and followed Gu Han!

"Happy!"

Lao Sun laughed, "My old blood is boiling again!"

boom!

The words fell.

The power of the domain flashed by, and he was following Gu Han!

"Go away."

Lu Linyuan glanced at the courtyard in the distance, and then turned his body away from the air!

Rumble!

In the small courtyard, an ancient tree about a foot long rose from the ground. In the green light shining, it turned into a sapling about a foot long. It chased after it and landed on Lu Linyuan's shoulders!

"You are here too."

Lu Linyuan smiled.

The saplings trembled slightly, as if responding.

Previous life.

They met each other in a short while and fought together for a lifetime, and were the closest partners.

this life.

The same is true!

In the sky, the sword intent cut through the sky and whistled by. Wherever he passed, countless monks in the sword-storming city were stunned!

Sword cultivator?

In Jiancheng, there are so many sword cultivators?

I'm blind?

Gu Han ignored them at all, as fast as a stream of light!

Target, Sword Pool!

...

Compared to the outer city.

The inner city is much smaller. It is not so much a city as a huge palace that covers a vast area!

The city wall is thousands of feet high.

The city body is square, and above the city head, there are endless cultivators who patrol the city coming and going. The lowest cultivation level is also the Xiaoyao Realm!

Among the blue and black bricks.

It shines with golden light, obviously different from the materials used to build the outer city.

Above the city wall.

There are complex red and golden patterns everywhere, which faintly transform into a magic circle.

There seems to be magma flowing in the pattern.

It kept flowing down the city wall, and the temperature was so high that even the space was faintly distorted wherever it passed.

A series of passions gathered together.

Through a strange formation, it gathered in a dark round pool hundreds of miles away from the city!

The fire flows in the pool.

Under the fire flow, there was a pool of gold liquid, colorful, as if it was generated after various materials melted.

Surrounding the pool.

Whether long or short, wide or narrow, standing or downward, straight or oblique... full of swords!

It's dense.

The number is so large that it is hard to count!

only.

Intact, only a few, most of these swords were incomplete, some were left with only half of the sword body, and some were melted away with only a small piece of sword hilt... More, they no longer even their bodies existed, and turned into golden liquid and gathered in the pool.

Sword Pool!

The temperature here is extremely high.

Even the monks in the Xiaoyao Realm dare not get too close to each other. Only the occasional wailing sound of sword spirits vaguely illustrates the essence of this place.

Sword Pool!

A figure came from afar.

He was dressed in a vegetarian dress, with white hair and a calm face, a straight waist like a sword, and his eyes were full of solemnity and determination.

Under the fiery fire.

It made his figure look a little distorted.

It is Yuan Zhengyang!

"kindness?"

Outside the Sword Transformation Pool, several monks guarding here instantly discovered his traces, and were in amazement.

"Who is it!"

"This is the sword pool, which deacon under the Heavenly General are you? What are you doing here!"

"Have you ever reported it!"

“…”

Yuan Zhengyang refused to answer.

The speed seemed slow, but in just a few breaths, I had already arrived in front of the guards.
To be continued...