Chapter 186： Colorful fairy trails

"enough!!"

Ye Xun'er glanced at Ling Tian's direction, especially the latter's clenched palm, which made her feel a little sad.

How did she not know Ling Tian's life experience?

He was born and lost his mother, and became a waste at the age of ten.

Not only was he despised by his tribe, even his brother Ling Xiao tried every means to make things difficult for him.

But Ling Tian silently endured all this.

Because of this, Ye Xun'er saw some qualities in him that he had never seen before.

Calm, low-key, uncontested.

All these made Ye Xun'er feel extremely novel.

After all, now she is surrounded by goods like Yu Yuntian all day long.

Not very capable, he is much better than Ling Tian!

"Sister Xun'er..."

The smile on Yu Yuntian's face instantly solidified, and turned into a gloomy color.

Damn, Ye Xun'er dared to talk to me in such a tone?

I blame the **** Ling Tian, ​​and I don't know what medicine he took to Junior Sister Xun'er!

It's just that no matter what, today, he is afraid that he will not be able to walk down this ten thousand swords immortal road.

Yu Yuntian looked at the young man not far away with a grieving expression, a trash with no cultivation, still trying to reach the top of the fairy road and leap over the dragon gate?

ridiculous.

If the Dragon Gate jumps so well, why are there so many dead fish on the beach?

"God, you go."

The Lord of Swordsman raised his head and glanced at the immortal road in the distance, and saw that between the green hills, an ancient bluestone road with golden light was winding up.

On both sides of the road, there are many ancient swords densely inserted, and the higher the upward, the unparalleled fierce momentum becomes more terrifying.

Even the Saint Master of Ten Thousand Swords couldn't help but lightly condensed when he saw the long sword inserted on the ancient bluestone case at the top of the fairy road.

Zhuxian ancient sword.

Ancient fairy sword.

Rumor has it that under this sword, thousands of dead souls are contaminated, with unparalleled power and power, and it can be used to kill the **** of immortality.

It's just the same, because this sword is contaminated with a trace of fairy karma, so all the sword masters who have served are eventually corroded by magical thoughts, and they have fallen into the magical way, and the disaster is gone.

But no matter what, this sword is an inheritance tool that the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords does its part, and it is extremely powerful.

Ye Xun'er's talent is good, and he will understand the principles of Dao when he steps into the deception.

But the principles she understood were not kendo, so she had only the evil sword, and failed to pass on the will of the immortal.

I wonder if Ling Tian can bring a bit of surprise to the Ten Thousand Swordsman Land today?

"Yes! Holy Lord."

Ling Tian bowed, turned and walked towards that fairy road.

When she passed Ye Xun'er, she didn't forget a bright and gentle smile.

"Senior Brother Ling Tian, ​​just go up, don't have any worries, with the senior sister, even if you only have a breath, I can save your life."

Ye Xun'er's words can't be said to be arrogant, but at this moment they fell in Ling Tian's ears, but they moved him somewhat.

Looking at Shengzhou, I’m afraid this senior sister is the only one who really cares about herself, right?

"Take a breath? Haha, Junior Brother Ling Tian, ​​it wasn't me who hit you, you should... be careful, don't let it hold on a breath at that time."

Yu Yuntian sneered. Behind him, the holy land disciples burst into laughter, their expressions full of sarcasm.

"Thank you brother for reminding."

Ling Tian bowed his hand, still with a gentle color on his face, immediately no longer hesitated, and raised his foot towards the direction of Xianlu.

The entire Wanjian Mountain suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at the firm and straight back, with a solemn color in their eyes.

For some reason, even though Ling Tian's figure was thin at this time, it gave people an inexplicable peace of mind.

It seemed to him that this immortal road, which was extremely dangerous in the eyes of all the disciples of the Holy Land, was not worth mentioning at all.

Calm and calm, this little junior is also very stable.

"Wan Jianxian Road, Zhuxian Ancient Sword? Let you understand today, what is the supreme swordsmanship."

Before Ling Tian walked to the sword road, instead of panic in his eyes, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

What is it for you to endure for seven years?

Of course, one day, turned out to be born, shining on the eternal sky.

Although Ling Xiao's attitude towards him now made him feel a little confused.

Compared with the pain and humiliation he endured, this confusion was not worth mentioning.

"Ling Xiao, wait for me. Soon, I will get everything that belongs to me from you."

Ling Tian stepped in and stepped onto the first ancient bluestone steps.

The world seemed to be silent for a moment at this time.

Immediately afterwards, the loud sword yin resounded loudly.

Dao Yin is extravagant, tyrannical.

Throughout the sky, colorful auspicious clouds began to gather.

"It's a fairy trail! It's a fairy trail!!"

In an instant, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords was boiling!

Everyone looked at the figure of a young man walking slowly on the sword road, and his eyes were filled with unspeakable shock.

How can it be?

He is a person who has no cultivation skills, how can he walk on the ground on the immortal road?

Even the elders of the Holy Land have a strange look on their old faces.

Could it be that this Ling Tian is really the chosen one?

How about without Dan Hai?

As a sword repairer, as long as the sword intent penetrates the world, everything in the world cannot be worth the power of one sword.

"What a terrible boy..."

At this time, no one questioned the decision of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, a heavenly chosen swordsman, for Ten Thousand Swords Saint Land, is the hope of continuing its glory!

"Guru."

"Senior Brother Yu... This Ling Tian seems a bit awesome."

Many disciples looked at Yu Yuntian with embarrassment.

Once Ling Tian can really set foot on the pinnacle of Immortal Road today, I am afraid he will immediately become the new saint son of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land.

And Yuyuntian...

At best, it was just the true biography of the suzerain. Although the seniority was older, he never dared to offend the majesty of the son.

Thinking like this, many of the disciples' figures have already moved away from Yuyun Tian.

"Hmph, Young Master Ling, there must be some life-saving means on his body, but in the future, this Xianlu Jianwei will only become more terrifying, I see how long he can hold on."

How could Yu Yuntian not see the colorful auspicious clouds above his head? These immortal omens have already explained many problems.

But in front of Ye Xun'er, how could he slap himself in the face, he could only bite the bullet and argue.

"That's right! This Ling Tian is a descendant of the Ling clan at any rate, and it is normal to have some trump cards in his hand. Shameless, he has to rely on external forces to climb a fairy road. I think Ling Tian is a hypocrite."

After hearing this, everyone shouted yes.

But at this moment, Ling Tian's figure really stopped on the hundredth stairs.

"Look! Ling Tian can't walk anymore!"

"Hey, this won't work? It made me worry for nothing."

Many disciples moved closer to Yuyuntian.

"Junior Brother Ling Tian..."

Ye Xun'eryu clenched her hand, her beautiful eyes looked worriedly at the distant mountain, the tall figure in white clothes, praying silently in her heart.

"You must hold on."We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.