Chapter 338： News from all sides

The land of eastern Xinjiang is starting again.

What happened in the secret realm finally passed through the mouths of those with a heart, and spread throughout the entire eastern frontier.

The young master of Hunyuan Ancient Sect gathered together to quarrel, chasing down Ling Tian, ​​the holy son of Ten Thousand Swords, and the master of Ye Xun'er personally passed on Ye Xun'er thousands of miles away, but was rushed to rescue by his brother Ling Xiao and killed him.

The young master of ancient puppet Qiu Yi was cruel and merciless, killing Taixu Saintess, and then attacking the descendant of the Yunmeng Su Yan, he was beheaded in public by the descendant of the Ling clan, Ling Xiao.

Xia Chen, the son of Yuanyue, was vicious, and not only strengthened the saint of Yin Brahma, but also killed the goddess of Taoist Palace Nian Qingyun.

In the end, Ling Xiao avenged his wife and cut her under the sword.

All kinds of news, delivered a message.

The descendants of the saint sons of all the great traditions in eastern Xinjiang are mostly villains with human faces and beasts, hypocritical and insidious.

Only Ling Xiao, the descendant of the Ling clan, is an upright and righteous person, and is a model of righteousness! !

In the sky, Jiulong Jinnian passed by and went straight to the Ling Clan.

At the same time, the Misty Dao Palace, Yin-Vatican Holy Land, Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, Yuanyue Holy Land, and Ancient Puppet Sect, suddenly countless tyrannical auras walked out of the cave mansion and headed towards various parts of Eastern Xinjiang.

A rain of blood is about to fall.

The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, before the sword road.

Ye Xun'er looked at the white-haired handsome boy with a bit of bitterness on his face.

"Junior brother...Did you really decide?"

"Xun'er, I don't want to lose you again. Besides, my brother is right. There are countless setbacks in this world. Only strength is the basis for crushing evil."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and stroked Ye Xun'er's pretty face, "Besides, my brother...too much burden now. Since I have Danhai, I should...try hard to practice. One day, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with him and stand in this world. Top."

"But...you just want to practice in the cave, why do you want to go to the peak of the sword road?"

There were tears in Ye Xun'er's eyes.

For some reason, since returning from the secret realm, she felt that... Ling Tian had changed.

He is gentle and bright, and there are many smiles on his face.

Even many times, he was alone, silently in a daze, and giggled.

But... Ye Xun'er felt that his smile was not for her.

It seems that there is another figure in his heart, which is more worthy of his guarding, awe, and...love.

Inexplicably, Ye Xun'er was a little uneasy.

Although she believed that Ling Tian was only a woman, she had also witnessed the deep feelings in his eyes.

It's very inexplicable...

She doesn't seem to be the only one.

Could it be the magical thought in Zhuxian Ancient Sword?

"The peak of the sword road is full of immortality and unparalleled coercion. Only in such a place can I calm down and realize the mystery of that fairy tactic."

Ling Tian shook his head, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He loves Ye Xun'er, but this kind of love is small, selfish, and not worth mentioning.

Compared with my brother's love, what is this worth?

My elder brother bears evil thoughts for me, sins for the entire Ling clan, and even blood debts for my mother clan.

Why should I not work hard?

Brother, don't worry.

When I comprehend the nine forms of the fairy formula, I will stand by your side. This world is in the hands of you and my brothers!

If anyone hinders you, insults you, hates you.

I will... kill someone!

Even if I slaughter the world and become a demon body, I will not regret it.

As long as you... can be happy!

"But... Junior Brother, you are now at the top of Dongjiang. Except for Ling Xiao... Brother, who else is your opponent in Dongjiang now?"

Ye Xun'er was holding Ling Tian's arm, and she didn't know how long the boy would stay in seclusion.

All she knows is that if you don't see each other for a day, it is the cold of three autumns.

"Xun'er, this immortal journey is eternal, we... still have a lot of time, but now, I still have the way to keep, the way to go, if you love me, you won't hinder me, but when you treat me, you feel fettered and buried in your heart. With the sword, why not accompany you to travel through the mountains and rivers?"

Ling Tian smiled gently, that white hair was blown up by the wind, a little depressed.

For a moment, Ye Xun'er suddenly realized that Ling Tian now... actually looked a bit like Ling Xiao.

In the past, she always hoped that this cowardly little junior brother would be able to stand upright, domineering and powerful like his brother.

But when this day finally came, why did she... miss the peace of the past?

and so…

People are probably contradictory, greedy.

It's just that in this world, how can there be so much satisfaction.

Each has its own sufferings, and each has its own persistence.

"Junior Brother!! How could I stop you... I'm just worried..."

"Xun'er, when I go down the mountain, it will be the time to kill the enemy, so...you have to work hard."

Ling Tian stretched out his hand and rubbed Ye Xun'er's green silk, with a gentle and calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain without hesitation.

so similar…

Tears slipped in Ye Xun'er's eyes.

Even his expression was almost the same as Young Master Ling Xiao.

On the sword road, there is wind and blind eyes.

The road is loud and sound, endless.

Only this time, the boy who put on Tsing Yi did not encounter any further obstacles.

Step by step, walk calmly towards the top of the mountain.

The wind lifted the green shirt and disturbed the gray hair.

He didn't seem to be aware of it.

One step, one step, resolute, no regrets.

My way is to kill the way.

The one who kills is the one who should be killed, and the one who protects is the beloved blood relative.

Even in this life, I am a sword demon, I want this world to surrender to my feet.

"boom!"

The overwhelming sword intent is unmatched, and there are fascinating shadows.

In the end, the boy disappeared into the sky.

Only the snow-white hair, like a devil's attachment, enters the eyes, remembers the heart, is deeply rooted, and ecstasy.

"Junior brother!! Don't worry, no matter how difficult the path you choose, I will always stand behind you!!"

Ye Xun'er pressed her red lips tightly, squeezed her jade hand lightly, and finally turned around and went in the opposite direction.

From today, the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords, everything is silent.

There will be no cheer anymore, nor will we see the cuddling figure on the mountain road.

There is only the sword road, the figure sitting cross-legged, like a rock, eternal and vicissitudes of life.

One day, when there are evildoers in various places in the holy state, ancient mountains, large rivers, and secret realms, it will be the time when the holy religion will die!

what?

My brother is a peerless sword repairer? My pet is a nine-day real dragon? My sister is the Lord of the Holy Land? My love is the reincarnation of a fairy? I am awesome?

All Saints know about it? I don't know it myself?

Is it possible?

I just want to pretend to be forced.

"Hey."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords sighed softly, beside him, a complex look also filled the eyes of Great Elder Jian Nan.

"Should have been happy? Both of them... seem to have a chance at Wudao Mountain?"

"Yeah! One heart to the sword is my ancestral precept of the Holy Land, but why do you feel...somewhat sad?"

"That's it, Hunyuan Ancient Sect, huh, dare to punish my saint son, kill me personally, this hatred... can you bear it?"

"Naturally I can't help it, but...you have to wait...for a gust of wind."

"You mean..."

"Ling Clan! Will surely aspire to the top of Eastern Xinjiang."

At the same time, the Saint State Central Territory.

Bai Ling stood aggrieved in an ancient temple.

Above, there was a figure of a blood-clothed old man sitting cross-legged quietly.

There seemed to be some blood shrouded on his face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the breath revealed on his body was terrifying.

"So, you went to Dongjiang, Wudao Mountain?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and his tone could not be heard of joy or sorrow.

It's just faint, giving people an extremely depressed feeling.

"Master, don't you often say that you want us to have more experience? That Wudao Mountain gathers the top geniuses of the entire Eastern Frontier, I just want to see...what they all have."

With a trace of grievance on Bai Ling's small face, he retorted with a small mouth.

"Oh? Then what can you gain?"

"Huh! A bunch of respectable hypocrites, Master, if there is nothing wrong, I will go to practice."

When the words fell, Bai Ling turned and wanted to leave.

But at this moment, the blood-clothed old man suddenly stretched out his hand and turned into a blood chain out of thin air, tying her whole body and pulling her to the front. In a pair of old eyes, the blood was strange.

Bai Ling only felt that there seemed to be a roar in his mind, and his whole body suddenly lost consciousness. We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.