The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

"I have been thinking, how can a monster be raised to the level of the Demon King in this world without spiritual energy or demonic energy?" Ling Yun didn't even bother to raise his eyelids and continued to wipe the tip of the Huaguang Sword, as if he had just touched something. Like unclean things.

After she wiped it several times, she glanced at him with disdain and smiled coldly, "Oh, now it seems that a demon is a demon, and after all, it is something that cannot be put on the stage."

Jiang Zijian had suppressed anger in his heart. After hearing what she said, he suddenly rushed to Ling Yun and roared: "You are talking nonsense! I cultivated those in the barren mountains!"

Ling Yun smiled when he heard this, it turned out to be that barren mountain.

Only then did Jiang Zijian react. He clenched his fists tightly and stared angrily, "You! Deceived me!"

Ling Yun put away the smile on his face, raised his hand with a livid face, and pointed the Huaguang Sword directly at his throat, "Jiang Zijian, do you know that stealing someone else's body is enough to put you in a state of eternal damnation!"

At this moment, it was as if time had stopped. Jiang Zijian was like a wooden man, staring blankly at Ling Yun for a long time. Finally, as if he had given up all his strength, he slowly fell to the ground. He laughed at himself: "How do you know?"

Ling Yun put the Hua Guang Sword into its scabbard, and with a "whoosh" sound, another sword appeared in Jiang Zijian's sight.

Ling Yun stared at the moon stone on the hilt of the sword and said lightly, "In the final analysis, I have to thank your good brother. With Jiang Ziqing's Taoism, it is impossible to draw the divine sword. I can see this moon frost sword entirely because of it. I want you to see me."

Ling Yun narrowed his eyes. After all, this is still a misunderstanding. The Moon Frost Sword can appear automatically because of the spirit body in Shen Yi's belly. It is impossible for the Divine Sword to recognize the owner of an unborn baby, so it can only be another one. Spiritual body - Tang Dynasty.

"So that's how it is!" Jiang Zijian's expression went blank for a moment. He looked at the sword in front of him bitterly. More than twenty years ago, he lost to the man holding the sword and lost his beloved one. Girl, he never expected that more than twenty years later, it would still be the sword that exposed him!

The Yueshuang Sword floated quietly next to Tang Jinchao. The seal in his body gradually loosened, and a stream of spiritual power flowed into the Yueshuang Sword. The sword exuded a faint light under the moonlight.

Ling Yun looked like this, and looked at Jiang Zijian with an even colder gaze, "Evil beast! You haven't left Tang Jinchao's body yet!"

Jiang Zijian had a gloomy face and sneered, "Leave?! This child relies on me to survive! He owes me, I just..."

Ling Yun looked at him disdainfully, "Just what?"

Just now, Jiang Zijian looked like the whole world owed him, but now his voice gradually weakened, "Yes..."

Ling Yun's voice was full of ridicule, "What? You regret it after just over twenty years?"

"No! No!" Jiang Zijian held her head in pain, her mind filled with all the past with Tang Xingran.

After an unknown amount of time, when he raised his head again, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He stared at Yueshuang Sword viciously, as if he was looking at someone through the sword.

He rushed to Ling Yun and roared: "He owes me! It's Tang Xingran who is sorry for me! She lied to me! She said that as long as she saves this child, she will stay with me and be with me forever. Shou!"

"But in the end, I was the only one in that darkness..." In the end, his voice became lower and lower until he choked. Over the years, he was trapped in endless darkness, suffering, loneliness, and hatred! He hated Tang Xingran for not keeping the agreement, and he hated himself for believing that woman's lies!

Unexpectedly, Ling Yun first covered his lips and smiled lowly, and then his laughter became more and more unrestrained, with full sarcasm in his laughter.

Jiang Zijian stood up suddenly, blushing angrily and staring at her, "Why are you laughing!?"

"I laugh at you for being so stupid. Do you think that you have changed your destiny against the will of heaven? How can God let you go?" Ling Yun wiped away the tears from laughter, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, "Do you really think that Is it because of your broken barrier?"

Jiang Zijian suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart, and his voice suddenly became extremely sharp, "What on earth do you want to say?!"

Ling Yun said lightly: "A life for a life."

Under Jiang Zijian's confused and confused gaze, Ling Yun sneered, "Don't you understand yet? Tang Xingran died for you!"

A flash of panic flashed in Jiang Zijian's eyes. He shook his head and backed away, still saying, "Impossible!! You lied to me!"

"I lied to you?" Ling Yun approached him step by step, unsheathing the Huaguang Sword in his hand again, and the sword broke out, and the entire roof was covered in dazzling white light.

Jiang Zijian closed his eyes due to the stimulation of the white light. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a dark place, with an endless lake in front of him.

Jiang Zijian was about to ask aloud, but found that he could not speak. Not only could he not speak, he could not move.

At this moment, a hoarse female voice slowly sounded, "Ling Yun, you're fine."

Then several pillars suddenly appeared in the middle of the lake. Ji Wule, who was tied to the pillars, whistled towards the shore, "Hey, did you bring pets this time?"

pet? Jiang Zijian had a vague premonition. Ling Yun glanced at the three-tailed fox next to him, and his words were full of impatience, "I'll lend you your sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huaguang Sword and Yueshuang Sword rushed towards a certain stone pillar at the same time. Ji Wule's expression suddenly changed, "It's your fault, Ling Yun, what are you doing!"

Under Ji Wule's glare, two divine swords dragged out the sword wrapped in black cloth from behind the stone pillar. Ling Yun's eyes were cold and full of danger, "Should I do it, or should you do it yourself?"

The black sword trembled violently, and even Jiang Zijian could hear the screams coming from the sword. Ling Yun impatiently pressed his ears. Ji Wule's sword was as noisy as her own.

The sword energy surrounding Huaguang Sword was everywhere. Black Sword subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the retreat was blocked by Yueshuang Sword. Black Sword was instantly helpless. His master was too incompetent. Hei Jian could even compete with Hua Guang before. , now even a Huaguang can't do it, let alone a Yueshuang Sword beside him.

Feeling the compromise and complaint of his precious sword, Ji Wule, who was far away in the middle of the lake, coughed awkwardly, "It asked you who you want to find?"

Ling Yun glanced sideways at Black Sword, "Tang Xingran."

"Bang——" The black sword lightly stroked towards the lake, and a water mirror rose up from the water. The water mirror reflected a stone pillar, just like Ji Wule's. There were countless figures hanging on the stone pillar, There are humans, demons, and even demons.

Jiang Zijian saw the familiar person at a glance. Her hands were bound by iron chains and she was hanging high on a stone pillar. She was unkempt and skinny, and she no longer had the grace of the past.