My Debauched Devotion

Vol 2 Chapter 75: Sword cut

Sword spines layer.

The soul in the white clothes flew away, and the sword intent disappeared, and the blood mist and torn underworld also disappeared.

The sky was clear again, and only white clouds were left floating in the air.

Standing on the heavens?

Is the realm of this broken sword higher than that of the ancient heavenly sword?

I'm really just taking advantage of it!

Xiao Ran felt that he was pulled too high in an instant, and didn't know how to react for a while.

I want to hide the sword, it's too late, if I want to cover it up, everyone knows it...

Just in a moment when Xiao Ran hesitated.

The scene of him holding two broken swords in his hands is engraved in the minds of everyone around Jianzhong Mountain.

Xuan class.

Chu Yan was silly.

The petite body was stuck in the sea of ​​flowers, lonely like a child who abandoned his family.

Just like when she ran away from home and abandoned her family.

Her eyes were red, and she suddenly blamed herself.

Since the elders increased the difficulty of the three levels, they assumed that the two could cooperate in carrying the sword.

Although Xiao Ran's cultivation base is poor, her physique has its peculiarities. If it weren't for her timidity and wasted time, and finally separated from Xiao Ran, as long as the two of them had a tacit understanding of the coordinating between the rocks and the caves, he would not have inherited A broken sword.

However, why does the sword thorn layer have two broken swords from the same blade?

Did Xiao Ran find the treasure?

She resisted the urge to jump down and have a look, wiped her reddish eyes, and walked towards the depths of the flower sea calmly...

The Chengjian Conference is not over yet.

Keep it secret!

The mountainside is mid-air.

Ling Zhouyue held the pot in the air with her left hand, her right hand propped on her knees, her palms on her side, her head tilted, her face was squeezed out of a bun with her palms.

"What's the matter? I just saw the Tianjie Avenue leading to the top of the mountain opened. This guy didn't take a step. He found two broken swords and played splicing games?"

Yinyue real person Liu frowned slightly.

She didn't have the keen intuition of Ling Zhouyue, and she didn't see the sign of Tianjie Avenue being opened.

"Could it be that he failed in Chengjian? After all, he was separated from Chuyan, and he didn't even use the blood burst pill and your blood jade, or it was because he saw the two swords breaking the blade that he delayed Chengjian? "

The real person Yinyue didn't know Xiao Ran's swordsmanship realm, and it was inevitable that he would have different opinions.

However, Ling Zhouyue was very clear about Xiao Ran's strength. Her expectation of Xiao Ran was to reach the heavenly class, and the most profound class.

Why did it stop at the sword thorn layer?

For a while just now, she vaguely noticed some abnormal distribution of spirit power caused by the turbulence of spirit power above the sword thorn layer...

Is this kid forced to stop in danger, or has he had another adventure?

Where do you go, where does the strange thing follow?

This guy has nothing to go through smoothly!

"Broken sword can also make do with it."

She said so.

The real person Yinyue looked at her faintly, as if he heard some kind of bitterness in her words.

not far away.

The ink cartridge stood up from the flying stone soaringly, his body was strong and he looked stronger than the young man.

His white eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his old eyes were deep, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and then he went up and down, with mixed flavors.

Only those who are proficient in the art of high-level sword forging can realize how difficult it is for a broken sword to stay in the spine layer.

And also avoided everyone's sight, countless elders and sword bearers have not noticed for thousands of years!

However, Xiao Ran discovered...

Only he can understand how difficult it is to find this broken sword.

Only he can be sure that if he can find this sword, he will definitely have the strength to step onto the heavens!

He wanted to go down and take a look, but after thinking about it, he couldn't say anything, then slowly sat back on the flying stone, his face trying his best to keep calm, so as not to lose his tongue.

But the tongue, not wanting to fall, has already fallen.

The inner disciples, coaches, elders in charge of Zizong, and national teachers from various countries have come to the mountainside long ago to observe them more closely.

Basically, as long as there is a foundation and cultivation base, you can see the current state of the sword thorn layer.

No one cares about Chu Yan's arrival in the Xuan class. Although this incident was a bit unexpected, everyone knows her genius.

Everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Ran.

"Why is Brother Xiao staying in the sword thorn layer?"

"Could it be that Cheng Jian failed to pick up two broken swords to save face, right? Isn't he a treasure of heaven?"

"Uncle Master's cultivation base is just for refining Qi, even if the Heavenly Sage's capital, this result is natural."

"These are not important. Look at the two broken swords in his hand, do they seem to come from the same blade?"

"Don't say it, it's really possible!"

"It may be a coincidence... but he is Uncle Xiao, the broken sword he picked up must be a treasure!"

"I need to say? It must be a baby! I heard that the ink cartridge real person has a special regard for Xiao Shishu, shouldn't he deliberately break the divine sword in advance and bury it in the thorn layer?"

"Don't tell me, it's really possible. Look at him before searching the entire mountain and killing the Swallowing Beast..."

"Black box operation, it must be a dark box operation!"

"Okay, fortunately we got closer to observe, otherwise we would have been fooled by the elders!"

When the crowd is angry, some people pour cold water.

"It's useless for you to break your throat. If you are the sage of heaven, you have a black box operation every day."

"This kind of thing, I've seen it through the first day since Uncle Xiao went up the mountain. Look at him, the beautiful master, the beautiful uncle, and the beautiful disciples. Tsk tsk..."

"The ink cartridge elders value him, and even the elders who have always been strict disciplines have not spoken. You are not satisfied with the talented ones."

Some disciples shouted in a low voice:

"I just refuse!"

"You are not convinced now. When the disciple challenged, the uncle hadn't refining Qi at that time, why didn't you dare to try it on stage?"

"Instead of dissatisfied and envy and hatred, it is better to change your mind. With such talents as Shishu, Zongzhishan's status will definitely improve in the next hundred years. This will greatly benefit Zongmen's stability and abundant resources, everyone. What can I complain about?"

"Think about it carefully, the reason why the elders engaged in the black-box operation is to take care of the face of our ordinary disciples, and secondly, they don’t want to say anything about it and protect the seedling of the uncle. If it is known by the Dao League headquarters, wouldn’t it be necessary to send a Mahayana monk? Come to dig the wall?"

Everyone could not refute.

Everyone knows the truth, but it is envious.

In the Age of the End of Dharma, everyone is tired of living. You take off all of a sudden and you are in love with you. Who can not afford to make waves?

Hearing the words of the disciple inside the door, the ink cartridge almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

When did the old man engage in black box operation?

Still analyzing the truth, just like the truth.

However, the truth is right...

Xiao Ran, this god-level seedling must be protected!

High in the sky to the west, Luo Sheng held up his tight stomach, squinted slightly, with a plan in mind, but it was a pity that he had no turn to speak.

"Father, what shall we do?"

Huangfuqun frowned, his face gloomy, like a carved face cut with mountain wind, making a terrifying sound.

"Immediately end the Chengjian Conference and block all news!"

"But Jiang Chuyan hasn't chosen the right sword yet."

"Do you want me to say it twice?"

"Yes, father."

...

Xianzhou.

Hei Shi secretly sighed that he could not lose his chance, and hurried into the cabin to look for Li Wuxie.

Pushing the door, there was no one in front of the long case, only the steaming black sand pot.

...

Huangfuqun came to the sword thorn layer for the first time.

It was discovered that Li Wuxie had already taken the lead, standing awe-inspiringly on the high **** in front of Xiao Ran.

Li Wuxie didn't say a word, looking around at the sword thorn forest, always feeling something was wrong.

Huangfuqun stood busy beside Li Wuxie, clasped his fists and said:

"Let the head of Li laughed, this defeat is set, embarrassing to use, Jiang Chuyan is the future of the sect, waiting for the guidance of the head of Li at the mysterious class."

Li Wuxie still looked around without turning back:

"I never point a sword to a woman."

Huangfuqun said again:

"Then it's not too late to wait for this son to succeed in assuming the sword next time, and then it's not too late to ask Li's swordsmanship."

Li Wuxie turned around and stared at Xiao Ran.

"Regardless of whether the Chengjian succeeds or not~www.ltnovel.com~ If the sword bearer wants to take the sword from the sword mound, he must agree with the sword judge... draw the sword.

Xiao Ran was too absorbed in holding the broken sword, and then raised his head.

I saw Li Wuxie standing on the high slope, fluttering in an indigo cloud robe, and his figure was very tall.

Like Huangfuqun, they have sculptural features, but their faces are not gloomy, and the features are quite handsome.

The beard covering the chin is as short as a thorn, with a black eight-foot long sword at the waist, half a foot wide, vigorous and powerful, and rich hormones are exuding everywhere.

But Xiao Ran raised his head for the first time, only to see the panda eyes that are like stars holding the moon.

It was several times darker than Xiao Ran's previous dark circles, and with drooping eyelids and heavy bags under her eyes, it gave people the feeling that they could not get up in the kiln all night and during the day.

Can not help but whisper, blurt out.

"And... draw the sword?"

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