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Chapter 68 The Sword Is Reason
The Youhun River separates yin and yang. On the side of Xinggeyuan, there are gurgling clear waves, but on the other side of the Nether Ghost Realm, it is turbid water.

The dark mist on the river exudes a cold air, and the dark wind passes by, and faint ghosts and chills invade.

Several sword lights surrounded a person and a ghost in this dark wind.

Zheng!
The sound of sword cries spread, and more than a dozen beams of brilliance pierced through the air from a distance, hovering in the air, and surrounded the world and the ground.

"How could it be him?" One of them frowned.

Surrounded by various sword lights, a young Taoist priest stood indifferently with his head hanging from his bones. Behind him was a ghost attendant in palace costume with a cold and charming face. He remained motionless without any fear.

"Senior brother Xiao, do you know this disciple of Wangui Peak?" Facing the question from his fellow sect, Xiao Chengfeng pondered for a while, then shook his head, and replied,
"I can only say that I met once. At the Xuanbing Jiezong's Immortal Venerable's birthday banquet, Ji Cuiyu from Wangui Peak finally occupied a ring."

"Really?!" Several sword cultivators around him couldn't help being taken aback.

You know, although Senior Brother Xiao Chengfeng is low-key on weekdays, he was praised by several Jindans in the sect for his magnificent swordsmanship, and they are very optimistic about him.

Thirty percent of the nineteen disciples of the Xuanhen Sword Sect participated in the sword fight with the Ming Tan Sect last time.
"It's just a fighting method in the arena. It's inconvenient for everyone to use swords. Then Ming Tanzong lost a lot in the sword fight last time. It's not like everyone hasn't seen the Daozi before, so it's just like that."

Xiao Chengfeng had a little idea of ​​Ji Cuiyu's power, because both he and Yu Huaiyuan had obtained a magic weapon at the immortal's birthday banquet, and they had also seen the final change when the treasure was distributed.

Right now Yu Huaiyuan is talking and negotiating below, Xiao Chengfeng thought about it, and solemnly talked about the situation at that time,

"This Ji Cuiyu trapped the Xu family's Jianzi with a ghost formation, and slashed him with a knife. It is similar to physical training and monster clan warfare, so it should not be underestimated."

Someone beside him laughed immediately, and said with teasing, "Xu Mingyuan? That kid's swordsmanship is quite impressive, but he hasn't mastered any of the three major sword scriptures of the Xu family, and it's nothing if he wins."

The Xuanhen Sword Sect focuses on the way of swordsmanship, and all twelve sword scriptures in the sect can directly reach the primordial spirit. The disciples of the sect naturally have eyes above the top, and the sword repair and fighting skills are tyrannical. Except for one or two tyrannical sect aristocratic families, there are few who value other supernatural powers , Ming Tanzong is naturally out of sight.

Immediately, one person spoke up, it was Lan Linjun from the Sword Xiangtang, and he bowed his hands to everyone around him: "I never expected to be able to perform the great achievement of the sword in this Xing Geyuan hexagram, blending into the Dao Yun of this world." , Brothers and sisters, please give me a little noodle, and let me try the edge of this light ghost sword."

There are three golden pills in Lan Linjun's family, one is in the Xuanhen Sword Sect, one is in the northern border sect, and the other is said to be in the eastern border. It is also considered a proper thousand-year-old family with a good reputation in the westernmost land. .

Immediately, he pointed with his hand, and a light and almost transparent spirit sword appeared in his palm, strands of black air continuously flowed from the sword, not only did not look gloomy, but it seemed to contain profound light.

The magic weapon level spirit sword, the key is to match the sword tactics and sword intent, which is really rare.

At the moment, some people sighed in their hearts. Some people, every step of practice, even if it is only for excessive use, has the best things, and they are really envious.

Xiao Chengfeng frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, but he could only remind him, "Don't be careless, this Ji Cuiyu got a magic weapon at the immortal's birthday banquet."

Lan Linjun looked left and right, and sure enough, everyone was smiling and said nothing, smiling sassyly,
"Brothers, I don't know that you all have some good things ready as cards.
Mozong cultivators and body cultivators, everyone usually kills them,

It's hard to say that Ji Cuiyu can withstand a few swords if he shoots long and strikes far. "

Immediately, the sword light fell downward.

When the rest of the people saw it, they set their positions according to the seven stars and three talents, and spread the sword's murderous intent everywhere, like a giant bowl covering the sky and covering the earth, blocking all the way out.

……

Jiang Moshu looked silent, feeling very upset in his heart, as soon as the sky was about to be seen, a group of people suddenly came and pointed their magic swords at you, saying that you have committed a crime and you have to go away.

I'm leaving your sister, who are you? !

For fear of any misunderstanding, Jiang Moshu asked in a deep voice:
"I am indeed a disciple of Wangui Peak of Mingtan Sect, but I have never met with a disciple of Xuanhen Sword Sect before. Are you looking for the wrong person?"

Yu Huaiyuan's eyes were as bright as a sharp sword, "Yes or no, you have nothing to say, you and I will return to the sect, and someone will tell you."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Lan Linjun falling from mid-air, standing beside Yu Huaiyuan, and said wildly, "Senior brother Yu, it's rare that he is a Taoist of the Demon Sect, so how about letting me capture him?"

Yu Huaiyuan looked at the shadow-like spirit sword behind Lan Linjun, nodded, then turned his face sideways, and asked again:
"Ji Cuiyu, when we receive the order, we will bring back the disciples from the Myriad Ghost Peak here, regardless of life or death.

Let me ask you one last question, are you willing to let him go and return to Xuanhen Sword Sect with us, or you can save your life. "

Jiang Moshu doesn't want to talk anymore, she must curse people when she speaks.

On the other hand, Shen Caiyan, who was behind her, received the voice transmission from the ghost deed, stepped forward gracefully with lotus steps, and said with a stick in her arms,
"It's unreasonable, isn't it, the master is too lazy to talk nonsense, but the servant wants to beat and beat you well, and teach you the principles of how to treat guests."

Yu Huaiyuan smiled coldly, pointed to the young Taoist with a bone jade hanging on his forehead, and said calmly:
"Ji Cuiyu, in this practice world, the sword is the truth,

I hold the sword and I am justified,

There are many swords on my side, so there is a big reason. "

There was a look of contempt in Shen Caiyan's eyes, and she said coldly, "Bah! You Xuanhen Sword Sect is unreasonable and doesn't talk about it, and you want more people to bully fewer people, you really don't want to be shy!"

Lan Linjun was born in a family of golden elixir, and his apprentice was the number one sect in the Western Pole. Since he was a child, he had a smooth life, but when he was choked by someone, his face darkened immediately, and he sternly shouted,

"But little ghost girl, there is no place for you to interrupt here. I will capture your master and servant later, and keep it for you to taste the burning body of the spirit."

Yu Huaiyuan turned his head to Lan Linjun and said, "Since Junior Brother wants to make a move, go all out and don't take it lightly.
If you can capture it, you can capture it, and it doesn't matter if you kill it, it's nothing more than bringing it back to the sect to search for the soul. "

Lan Linjun pointed his hand, and a faint light slid out from behind him, body and sword, mind and sword, qi and sword, like a secluded spring slipping into a deep pool, clear and beautiful like autumn water flowing spring, congcheng like the sound of heaven , cut through the void, and slashed with a sword.

Seeing the same sect attack, many Taoists of the Xuanhen Sword Sect shook their swords to make peace, or white light, or dragon and tiger, or golden thread, or colorful clouds...

The sword light responded, the sword sounded, and Xuan Hen drew out the sword, changing the world.

(End of this chapter)