Chapter 613: Once formed, one will succeed

Xu Wandao finished speaking.

Let the field fall into a dead silence.

Not to mention the three sects and eight pavilions, even Zhang Henshui, Zhao Wumian and others suddenly turned their heads to look at Xu Wandao, their eyes shocked.

Senior Xu Yanyang has been doing martial arts in China for three hundred years.

Deserved to be the number one person!

His name is regarded as a faith by countless people.

Xu Wandao dared to be a guard in the name of Xu Yanyang, the ancestor of the family, and countless dead heroes of the Xu family, which shows how much trust he trusts Xu Lai.

"Why."

Mo Lian, the leader of the Dao Sect, looked confused: "Why do you believe him so much..."

"When the elites of the 100,000 Moon Clan besieged Chang'an City, Ruan Lan, Xu Yiyi, Qian Xiao and other Chang'an warriors guarded the city gate without taking a step back!"

"The Heavenly Bang turned into a sword, allowing us to defend Chang'an, but the casualties were heavy, and there were no pills or spiritual plants to treat the injuries. They took a huge risk to leave the city to find Hunyuan Grass."

Xu Wandao said solemnly: "Not only did he bring back Hunyuan grass, but he also brought back hundreds of pills."

"That's right, if I hadn't had the pill, I would have died, and Lao Zhang would have died."

Zhao Wumian said: "And Su Zi will become a forty-year-old woman, and her realm will be completely destroyed. Yao Yuan will be disfigured, and her realm will fall from the peak of the Divine Sect to the ninth grade."

"The more than 700 Wusects who returned to China this time will die at least one or two hundred people. The remaining people will fall to a greater or lesser level, leaving behind irrecoverable Dao injuries."

"And these elixirs were given to Senior Xu Lai. If he is a Yue native, please tell me what he wants?"

"Is it because our human race can live for a long time, and the few people in Tuyue die?"

“…”

Zhao Wumian's questioning was like stabbing the heads of the Eleventh Holy Land, and they felt dry mouth.

They did not doubt the words of Zhao Wumian and others.

It is related to the survival of the human race, and these people cannot lie.

"Okay! Even if Xu Lai is not a traitor, why did he destroy Penglai Jiange?"

The Chihuo Taoist's eyes were red and he said, "Sword Pavilion once died in order to guard Chang'an City. This was the way for countless sword cultivators in China!"

"The sword cultivator's path has always been there."

Yao Yuan, the son of the Kung Gengren, carries a long sword behind her back, and she is also a sword cultivator.

"Penglai Jiange is the road, practicing swordsmanship is the road, and retreat and meditation are also the road, and the sword cultivation is the road in the sword."

Yao Yuan shook his head disappointed: "You don't understand swords at all."

"We don't understand, then Xu Lai understand? Why should he be destroyed-"

Just as the Chihuo Taoist asked, he had not finished speaking yet.

A sword intent flew into the air.

Not nearby, but far away.

But the eighth grade people in the field started at the eighth grade, and they seemed to feel something and looked in a certain direction, where was the Shushan Dragon Vein.

No.

To be more precise.

It is a sword list that echoes the Shushan Dragon Vein Heavenly List.

Under the sword list.

Sitting cross-legged, a seven-year-old girl with her eyes closed, she was wearing her ponytail, and strange sword intents dancing like butterflies spread out from around her.

The sword cultivator who was meditating around him and the warriors near the Tianbang seemed to him at the same time.

"Who is she? What a strong sword intent!"

"It's Xu Die, who once defeated Deng Shu, a genius disciple of the Sword Pavilion. His strength is comparable to that of the seventh-grade Sword Sect. It is suspected to be the legendary innate sword body..."

Some people don’t know the girl, and some people recognize her.

As the onlookers whispered, Xu Die suddenly opened his eyes, his calm eyes were like a clear spring.

"The road is at your feet, you have to walk it yourself."

"The sword is in your hand, you have to hold it yourself."

"Xu Die thanked senior for guiding the way."

Xu Die, who had some insights, stood up and bent down very respectfully.

With this worship, the terrifying sword intent that all high-grade martial sects in China could sense was instantly restrained.

At the foot of Haitang Mountain.

Yao Yuan's pupils shrank deeply when he beat the man.

If Xu Die was a sharp sword that showed its sharpness at all times before, then now she hid all the sharpness in the scabbard.

A sword that does not sheath can hurt people.

If the sword is unsheathed, people will die.

Xu Die stood up straight, stared at the sword list, and a phantom suddenly appeared in his eyes.

It was a young man standing in the vast universe.

The figure is very lonely and lonely.

Because this figure is as inconspicuous as an ant compared to any star, let alone standing in the vast universe.

But it is also huge, so it can be said to be soaring.

Because Xu Die saw the very ordinary man at first glance among countless bright stars.

Then the vision could no longer be moved away.

As if he sensed being watched, the young man turned around, looked at Xu Die and smiled kindly: "I am not low in talent."

“Not high.”

Xu Die's heart was inexplicably filled with an indescribable sense of intimacy, which made her smile sweetly.

This figure is naturally Xu Lai.

Or it was transformed by a wisp of clear breeze sword intent left by Xu Lai, but unfortunately it was not a complete sword intent.

"I'll just say it once, just use one sword."

Xu Lai stood in the vast universe, with his fingers together forming a sword and slashing forward.

No star exploded, no spiritual energy fluctuated, no sword intent revealed, as if it was a joke.

But this ordinary sword made the girl with an innate sword body dumbfounded.

She was very shocked!

What kind of sword is that?

Calm as flowing water, warm as breeze.

This simple sword that cannot be described in words opened the door to another world for Xu Die.

Her eyes were obsessed with her eyes, constantly savoring the shape and meaning of the sword just now.

After a while in this "world" composed of Qingfeng's sword intent, Xu Die's eyes gradually became clear.

Xu Lai tilted his head and asked, "How much do you understand?"

"Once forming, one achievement."

Although Xu Die's tone was regrettable, her eyes were full of brightness.

She is a congenital sword body.

The talent of swordsmanship is more than a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary sword cultivators, so naturally he knows how strong the sword intent he has seen, learned and realized just now!

"The talent is indeed not low." Xu Lai exclaimed.

There are nine styles of Qingfeng Sword Intention.

Xu Lai took a small strand of sword intent from a sword move to form a sword list, and the sword list divided the small strand of sword intent into ten.

Xu Die only realized one of these ten sword intents, and only realized one form and one achievement.

But in Xu Lai's eyes, he is already very talented.

You should know how many prides of heaven in the Immortal Realm have been in this short moment. Not to mention understanding the "intention", even the "form" cannot be imitated.

"It's not high."

Xu Die shook his head, and the world of sword intent dissipated.
To be continued...