Chapter 942 Half Cutting Blade

Chenli's ancient sword exuded a faint luster, but the vertical coffin was still standing there quietly, as if it had been standing there for a long time, and it had become old after being washed by the boundless years.

Lin Yi looked over there, and what appeared in his head was the stunning woman in the Liuli Palace, dressed in white clothes and snow, always frowning slightly, and occasionally a little sad.

Lin Yi still remembers that day, when he crossed into Xianwu, he happened to meet Zhao Liuli who was wandering in the mortal world. Zhao Liuli brought him to the Liuli Palace. The vast sea of ​​stars is even more dazzling.

In the eyes of outsiders, she is the proud and cold owner of the Liuli Palace.

She is the bright moon and stars pursued by countless young talents from the Xianwu Continent.

She is a peerless beauty who is all alone, and she is more exciting than the women in Chi Yao Pavilion.

The world only knows that she is extremely talented and famous as a celestial warrior, but only Lin Yi knows the heavy mission she is carrying in her cold and arrogant figure.

It is precisely because of this that since Lin Yi climbed the mountain, in the Liuli Palace, there has been a dull young man who has been buried in various alchemy and medical scrolls all day long, and there is an extra Lin Yi who has been working hard all day and climbing desperately. The Nine Profound Immortal Venerable Lin Jiuxuan who is so powerful that he is the most powerful in the past and present, and the heroes kowtow!

At this moment, no one spoke.

They all looked at the boy with the backpack standing over there.

Ding Daoming was bloodless, and none of the people in the Jiangnan Sword Sect dared to say anything.

With one hand, he smashed the sword of Dunqing held by the grandfather of Jiangnan Jianzong. Looking at Jingnan, I am afraid that only the young man in front of him can do it.

What's more, how old is he?

Seventeen? eighteen? nineteen?

With such a terrifying cultivation at such a young age, his strength will be even more unimaginable in a few years.

He Yunxiao and his group of young masters completely lost their temper, and hid aside, trembling.

Zhu Shiqing's face was dull. At this moment, she suddenly felt a bit of strange sadness from the boy, which made her eyes turn red and her mind was restless.

"Impossible! I am definitely stronger than you! She is mine, mine!"

Holding the sword hilt, the man in black held the hilt for a long time, and screamed wildly. His voice was shrill and ferocious. He was about to throw away the hilt in his hand, and flew forward again to compete with Lin Jiuxuan in front of him. In the blink of an eye, three ferocious female souls appeared in front of him.

The three female souls had beautiful complexions. At this moment, their eyes were staring at the man in black, with more excitement and joy in their eyes, as if seeing an irresistible delicacy, they swallowed up the man in black in a blink of an eye.

The patriarch of the Jiangnan Sword Sect has only one breath left. After hundreds of thousands of years, his body is full of death, and it happens to be the nourishment that the female soul in this scroll of soul sacrifices urgently needs.

For a moment, the man in black yelled miserably.

But in the eyes of others, they only saw the patriarch of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, standing in place, twisting and shaking in a very strange posture, and in an instant, he disappeared completely, leaving only the pitch-black robe, It fell to the ground, empty.

On the other side, Lin Yi turned around and walked slowly into the Qianjian Tomb.

Countless streaks of vertical and horizontal sword energy and the rain of swords all around seemed to be watching the boy in the mound.

The young man walked forward slowly, and finally stood in front of Chen Lijian, looking directly at the vertical coffin in front of him.

The vertical coffin is perched in the trunk of an ancient tree. There is no special pattern on the coffin, and it looks even more plain when viewed from the inside.

Lin Yi stood in front of the vertical coffin for a long time, and then held the sword. Gu Jianchenli lifted up gently in Lin Yi's hand, and a strong sword energy struck the vertical coffin violently.

boom!

There was a soft sound.

The entire vertical coffin collapsed in an instant.

The rotten wood was flying in the air, and the ancient tree behind the vertical coffin burst into a ball of fire, burning rapidly.

And inside the vertical coffin, only half of the broken sword blade remained, and the blade had a simple luster, and the hilt was not visible.

It just appeared there alone, as if it had been waiting for many years.

Lin Yi stood in front of Duan Ren for a long time.

No one around dared to breathe loudly, although they didn't know what Lin Jiuxuan was thinking in front of him.

"Where is the stone statue polished by your ancestor of the Sword Sect?"

After a long time, Lin also spoke lightly.

"Under... the temple on the summit."

Ding Daoming didn't dare to lie, now that the ancestors of the Jiangnan Sword Sect were beheaded by the young man in front of him, they were no match for him at all.

"lead the way."

Lin Yi waved one hand, and the broken blade flew towards Lin Yi's palm as if he had been summoned by some kind.

At the beginning, the broken blade is a bit cold, like steel that has rotted for a long time, and the blade is even a bit broken. It seems that it has experienced a tragic battle before breaking the sword here.

"Just to save half of the blade, did you spend this effort to set up this prisoner sword formation?"

Lin Yi frowned slightly and muttered to himself.

After speaking, he turned around.

Ding Daoming endured the pain of losing an arm and led the way.

From Qianjianzhong, go all the way.

When they walked to the sword practice field, dozens of disciples of the Jiangnan Sword Sect had already gathered there.

"metropolitan!"

The moment they saw Ding Daoming who had lost his right arm, everyone's expression changed.

Just now when there was movement from Qianjianzhong, they knew that something big was going to happen, and they had already been waiting here, ready to fight at any time.

Unexpectedly, I saw Ding Daoming and others walking in a panic.

And behind Ding Daoming was an extremely young boy!

The young man's face was calm and calm. Although he didn't speak, the inexplicable majesty conveyed from him shocked everyone present.

Seeing Ding Daoming's miserable situation, they were even more excited, and someone had already drawn the Jiangnan sword.

"Get out of the way, you are waiting here, without my order, everyone is not allowed to leave, and you are not allowed to go up the mountain!"

Ding Daoming shouted sharply.

The group of people were stunned for a moment, and honestly withdrew their swords, but the way they looked at the young man was even more weird.

"Please don't forgive me, please come with me."

Ding Daoming turned around and nodded slightly at Lin Yi. He coughed and looked extremely weak due to excessive blood loss.

After he finished speaking, when he saw the young man behind him who was silent and his expression was even more unwavering, Ding Daoming could only sigh in his heart, praying that this Lin Jiuxuan would be merciful later, and not really use the Jiangnan Sword Sect, It's better to kill them all.

Ding Daoming walked through the crowd, and Lin also walked side by side with him.

The proud sons of the Jiangnan Sword Sect around them lined up in two rows, and they were all silent, but those who cared could find out that Ding Daoming, the leader of the Jiangnan Sword Sect who is the most famous in southern Beijing, was falling behind intentionally or unintentionally with every step he took. The boy beside him is half of his body.

On this day, the lord of the Jiangnan Sword Sect was declining.

On this day, Lin Jiuxuan stepped onto Tianjian Mountain.

On this day, Lin Yi lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking at the half-cut blade in his hand, a feeling of loneliness flashed inexplicably in his heart.

Countless eyes focused on this, but more people understood that after today, the three words of Lin Jiuxuan might shake the whole of Jingnan.

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