The war came to an end.

Twenty Cultivating Vast besieged Xu Wang, but the entire army of those Cultivating Vast was wiped out.

In the end, two people even escaped and they committed suicide.

Those who once stood tall and seemed like myths in the hearts of ordinary warriors seemed so fragile at this moment.

In the sky, the ice chips swept by the true energy slowly landed, covering the corpses, and the once bright red snow slowly disappeared without a trace.

But in the sky, the figure standing proudly in the world made everyone feel unattainable.

Even though Xu Wang is now covered in blood on his long robe with blue and white intersecting, his face is pale as paper, no one dares to underestimate this person.

In the distance, Bu Jingyun held the white jade sword in his hand, his eyes full of blood.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards the distance, not daring to stop at all.

Before his death, the Great Elder attached his only remaining god to the white jade sword and flew into Bu Jingyun's hand with the white jade sword.

The moment he held the white jade sword again, Bu Jingyun already knew what the Great Elder meant.

The Great Elder asked him to leave the world with the White Jade Sword from then on.

He practices martial arts under his name and waits for the day when his magical skills are perfect, he will find another seven divine swords and revive the famous sword villa.

In the last words given to Bu Jingyun by the Great Elder, he only asked him to revive Mingjian Villa, but did not mention revenge.

The Great Elder was not without resentment, but he saw it very clearly.

In order to siege and kill the founder of Shujian Pavilion, two super sects declined and were completely destroyed today three hundred years later.

The other small and medium-sized sects involved were even more unaware of the geometry.

The great elder does not seek revenge on Bu Jingyun, but only seeks to inherit a thousand years of foundation and regain his glory in the future.

Bu Jingyun bit his lips tightly, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He still seemed to have not realized it, but just looked at Mingjian Villa reluctantly.

Although he is a martial arts crazi, he is not an idiot.

He knew that if the Great Elder and others were defeated, then the Mingjian Villa would be over.

If you don’t go far away, your life will be lost.

An ordinary man is innocent and he is guilty of possessing a treasure.

Although the battle was defeated by Mingjian Villa, everyone saw the power of the eight divine swords.

In the past, there were nine Cifans in Mingjian Villa who could also set up the Bagua Sword Formation, so naturally they were not afraid of any enemies.

But now, the nine elders have died one after another.

All the magic mortals in the Mingjian Villa fell. Not to mention the eight divine swords, even the sword tomb will become the target of others' covetment.

"Dad, I will definitely come back!"

Thinking of his father, the man who was stubborn in Mingjian Villa, Bu Jingyun's eyes were filled with tears.

The owner of Mingjian Villa did not come to watch the battle.

He just took the old strong men and stood firmly in the villa, waiting for the coming storm.

No matter how successful or defeated this battle, Mingjian Villa may not be able to be saved.

There is no need to say much if you lose.

Even if Mingjian Villa wins by chance, there will be heavy casualties and the elders will die.

At that time, the strong men who covet Mingjian Villa would naturally flock to him.

In the world, the strong are prey on the weak.

If Mingjian Villa did not have eight divine swords and no coveted sword tomb, no one would be willing to provoke even if it declined.

Unfortunately, there are indeed things that attract jealousy inside Mingjian Villa.

Therefore, the moment Xu Wang came to take revenge, the fate of Mingjian Villa was destined and could not be changed at all.

The owner of Mingjian Villa, he has no ability to change anything.

But as the owner of the villa, he must live and die with Mingjian Villa. Even if he dies, he will die in the villa.

This is not only the responsibility of being the owner of the manor, but also the spirit of Mingjian Villa that has been passed down for thousands of years.

This spirit will not be extinguished even if the famous sword will eventually destroy the villa.

Instead, it will lead the disciples of the village who were sent away in advance to regard the reconstruction of the Mingjian Villa as their mission.

Xu Wang, who stood proudly in the void, looked at the direction where Bu Jingyun escaped, but did not move.

"Chirr!"

At this time, the onlookers began to get ready to move.

Some people tracked the direction of the seven divine swords leaving, and their bodies disappeared rapidly, trying to take those divine swords for themselves.

But what they did will eventually be futile.

Before the decisive battle with Xu Wang, the great elder of Mingjian Villa guessed that he and others might be defeated.

How could they not be prepared?

When the last two elders exploded, they had already hidden the light of the seven divine swords and used their last power to disperse them to seven places that were rarely visited by people.

Except for Bu Jingyun, who has a natural sword body and holding a white jade sword, no one can find the seven divine swords.

The dead elder of Mingjian Villa is still quite confident about this.

Looking at the departing Zhufan, Xu Wang still did not move at all, just watched everyone's performance quietly.

Suddenly, he looked in the direction where Bu Jingyun left and frowned.

"Clang!"

A wisp of sword energy shot out from Xu Wang's hand and ran towards Bu Jingyun's departure. Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

They also thought that Xu Wang wanted to go back on his word and kill Bu Jingyun.

"Puff!"

Blood light appeared, an arm fell from the sky, and then a certain figure of a transcendent appeared.

"I said that Bu Jingyun will be A Chang's whetstone."

"This arm is just a warning. If there is any Zhufan dare to chase Bu Jingyun again, die!"

Xu Wang's voice rolled.

All the warriors in the Mingjian Qun Peak could hear clearly and had different thoughts.

Some people think Xu Wang is too domineering and cut off the rest of the arms of the Seifan at will.

Some people think that Xu Wangzanghu returns to the mountain and finds his disciples uncomfortable and may even leave a disaster.

After all, Bu Jingyun's talent is there.

If this person continues to practice, the level will reach in the future? Everyone has no way to predict.

Some people are excited.

Xu Wang has such a great courage. He not only let go of the other party’s most potential disciples, but also protects the other party’s safety.

The only purpose is to make the other party a whetstone for his disciples.

If you don’t have absolute confidence, if you don’t have the mentality of a peerless strong man, if you don’t have the domineering aura of not being afraid of any challenges, who can do this?

Huan Chang felt even stronger when he looked at the blood-stained figure standing in the void.

It was not until this time that he realized that this old man who used to look sloppy now really looks like a master.

Xu Wang didn't care about everyone's reaction, but just looked at the figure emerging from the void quietly.

"You have resentment in your eyes."

Xu Wang murmured softly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, the scattered cultivator with broken arms had already left his head and head differently.

"I don't care about your grudges at all."

"But I want to clear the obstacles for A Chang and get rid of all hidden threats."

Xu Wang held the head of the sacred Fan and said this.

Everyone who saw Xu Wang was seriously injured and had some thoughts were all silent at this time.

"If my disciple is killed in a fight, he is not capable of being the successor of Shujian Pavilion."
Chapter completed!