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There is a sword cottage in Qingjing Peak, which Shen Zhihan only knew some time ago.

In the few breaths between the first thunder strike and his arrival at Qingjing Peak, an extremely thick thundercloud quickly condensed over the Wuwei Sect, which was so powerful that it was daunting.

As soon as Shen Zhihan landed on the ground, he immediately sprinted towards the sword hut of Qingjing Peak, because he saw that the second golden thunder had already started to brew in the thunder cloud, and it was about to fall into the sword hut again.

But who knew that when he was still a few steps away from the sword cottage, an invisible barrier blocked his way.

I don't know if it's man-made or natural, Shen Zhihan tried to pour spiritual power into it, but what he got in return was a rebound that was several times stronger in comparison.

"Alan!!!"

He had no choice but to knock on the outside of the barrier, and at the same time shouted loudly into the sword hut, hoping that Lu Zhilan could hear it.

However, before the words were finished, there was another explosion of thunder above the head - the second thunder fell at this time, directly blasting the outside of the sword hut into dust!

The furnace between the two of them was immediately exposed to the light of the sky and the arc of lightning. Before the dust had completely settled, the third and fourth strikes followed, directly smashing the burning furnace, but there was no chance to burn it. It was directly covered by the wind and snow of Wuweizong, and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Zhihan became more and more anxious, and was about to send a letter to Master to ask him to come to help, but at this moment, a clear light burst out from the dust and smoke in the sky, like a sharp sword, piercing straight up into the dark cloud among!

The soul bound to the natal sword tightened suddenly, Shen Zhihan was startled for a moment, and then a happy expression appeared in his eyes when he was neutral—this is Qionghua's sword intent!Lu Zhilan succeeded! ! !

As if to prove his conjecture was correct, the smoke and dust in the enchantment settled down, finally revealing the whole inside.

But I saw a light white long sword with a clear body hanging high in the air.

Shen Zhihan looked away from Qionghua, but was startled suddenly, his pupils shrank tightly.

Under Qionghua, there is a sword hut that is still boiling, red flames are dancing in it, and the sword body is still being tempered again and again.But just beside the furnace, there was a figure in a black gold Taoist robe standing quietly.

He has deep outlines and cold eyes, and he doesn't seem to be moved by anything.Half of his seaweed-like long hair was raised high by the jade crown, and the other half hung down smoothly along his straight back, nothing seemed to have changed.

But if you look closely, you can see through his jade-white skin and black clothes, the place blocked by his body in the barrier.

Shen Zhihan covered his mouth in disbelief, but when he heard another thunder above his head, the thunder that was as thick as a person hugging him suddenly fell down!

The thunder seemed to be intelligent, and when it fell, it was automatically divided into two parts. One half fell on Qionghua, and the edge of the long sword became sharper visible to the naked eye; while the other half fell on Lu Zhi. Lan's body made his body a bit more transparent.

"Alan, you..." Shen Zhihan shook his head frequently, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and he could no longer make any sound.

The thunder arc is still jumping on his body, it should be extremely painful.But Lu Zhilan turned his head slightly, and the moment he looked at Shen Zhihan, those eyes that seemed to be filled with wind and snow lit up, and there was a golden glow.

"...Brother."

The corners of Lu Zhilan's lips twitched, probably because he wanted to laugh but felt that his smile was really ugly, so he gave up.

He looked up at Qionghua and Jieyun, and then his eyes turned back again: "I did not live up to my trust... I did it."

Shen Zhihan looked at him, his eyes were gradually dyed into amber-like brilliant gold by the gilt undercurrent, but there seemed to be coptis in his mouth, and the slightest movement felt bitter.

He nodded, and suddenly smiled at Lu Zhilan: "Yes, Alan did it, and he did it very well."

The corners of Lu Zhilan's lips moved again, but he lowered his eyes: "Brother always calls me Alan, do you know what my real name is?"

He looked at Shen Zhihan, his eyes were cold and pure: "I am Mu Yichen."

"?!" The moment he heard those three words, Shen Zhihan was struck by lightning.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he said incredulously, "You... have you recovered your memory?"

Lu Zhilan shook his head: "Never forget."

"Then why..." Shen Zhihan was a little incoherent, "Why didn't you tell me earlier???"

"boom!!!"

Before Lu Zhilan could answer, a cloud of robbery flashed in the sky, and another golden thunder struck down!

Shen Zhihan clutched his chest, every time the thunder struck, he felt his heart tighten suddenly.His fingers clenched the skirt of the shirt tightly, even his knuckles turned white from the excessive force, but it did not relieve the bitterness in his chest at all.

Lu Zhilan's body had become translucent, and the golden patterns on his body could hardly be seen, but his face was still calm, as if he didn't feel anything.

"I just... hope you can call me by my name," Lu Zhilan said in a long and unprecedented sentence, "I have been guarding you in the forbidden peak for 3000 years, and I just want to hear you call me by my name."

Shen Zhihan was a little choked up, but still suppressed the trembling in his voice, and called softly: "Mu...Mu Yichen."

He paused: "So you... have always known who you are, why do you still want to be commensurate with my senior brother?"

Lu Zhilan was stunned, then shook his head: "As long as it is related to you, by your side, master and apprentice, fellow disciples, friends...these titles are all the same."

He seemed to suddenly talk more: "I am Sword Soul, I shouldn't have feelings, but I don't know why I have such a strong love."

Lu Zhilan looked at Shen Zhihan's eyes, but the wind-eroded and frost-eroded pupils gradually softened, and finally something other than sword intent appeared.

He looked at Shen Zhihan, as if he was looking at a lover who had been with him all his life: "I don't remember the past clearly, but I think... I must love you very much."

Shen Zhihan looked at him, but couldn't say anything.

Lu Zhilan moved, as if he wanted to lean closer, but before he could move, the seventh tribulation thunder in the sky struck down at this moment!

"Boom—"

The golden arc jumped in the barrier, and Shen Zhihan was so confused that he almost couldn't bear to look at Lu Zhilan again.

What the other party said, Shen Zhihan didn't understand why, but now he has no energy to distract himself from thinking about other things, his eyes are full of Lu Zhilan's transparent body, his eyes are reddish, and his vision is a little blurred.

"Alan... no, Mu Yichen, listen to me," Shen Zhihan forced himself to calm down, "Since it was Master who helped you transform into a real body, now he must have a way to save you! Just wait I will call Master here, and we will talk about it slowly later, okay?"

"It's useless."

Before Shen Zhihan finished speaking, Lu Zhilan said softly: "I have long been at the end of my strength, and now I am on the verge of disappearing to be able to stand here and talk to you. However, I can do one last thing for you."

He brushed away the arc of lightning all over his body, then finally opened his legs and walked towards the furnace below Qionghua.

"What?" Shen Zhihan shook his head, but there was an ominous premonition in his heart, "No, I don't need it, don't do anything for me! Do you hear me!!!"

Lu Zhilan never looked back.

He faced Qionghua, but his voice was extremely calm, as if he had long been prepared for his impending fate, so calm that Shen Zhihan couldn't help recalling the remains of Xie Changliu and Feng Bumi.

There was an explosion in the cloud, and another thunderstorm whizzed down. Lu Zhilan opened his arms, as if to embrace the thunder, but the former still keenly caught his hands that were suddenly clenched when he was struck by the electric arc.

Shen Zhihan trembled with fear, almost begged and fell to the ground, hoarse like a child: "Alan! Don't do stupid things, I beg you! I beg you!!!"

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhilan didn't seem to hear it, he just looked at Qionghua and murmured softly: "When a divine weapon comes into the world, it needs to be tribulated by nine levels of thunder, and now it's the eighth level."

He paused: "Brother... just let me finish the final attack for you before the thunder disaster is over."

"what???"

Shen Zhihan didn't react for a while, but saw Lu Zhilan raised his leg and stepped on the sword casting platform.

"Lu Zhilan!!!"

Shen Zhihan was startled and almost stuck to the barrier, "No jumping! I don't need you! I don't need anything! Come down and listen to me, do you hear!!!"

However, everything was drowned in the thunder.

The ninth tribulation thunder roared, and it was about to fall. Lu Zhilan finally took a deep look at Shen Zhihan, and then jumped towards the forging pool.

"boom!!!"

At the moment when the translucent figure was submerged in the flames, the sky above was full of brilliance, and the golden thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally struck down!

The entire barrier was shattered the moment the thunder tribulation fell, and Shen Zhihan wanted to rush into it, but was overturned by a huge spiritual current, flew out backwards without any power to fight back, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The golden bell hanging on the chest slid out from the neckline and let out a very crisp buzzing sound.

Shen Zhihan didn't care about tidying up, and almost got up with hands and feet, but saw that the entire sword hut was finally completely destroyed under the last thunderbolt, without a trace.

"锃-"

After the thunder calamity, the Excalibur was born.

Qionghua buzzed and approached Shen Zhihan, first flew around the master affectionately, then hovered in front of him, with a flash of light, as if urging him to quickly hold herself in his hands.

Shen Zhihan looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand and threw it aside.

Qionghua let out a groan, but still leaned in persistently, but was opened by Shen Zhihan again.

The sword light flashed, Qiong Hua paused, and leaned over again...

The former had no expression on his face, and repeated the routine of "you approach, I refuse, you approach again, I refuse again" each person and one sword, back and forth several times.

Qionghua Jianming complained more and more, but still persevered in leaning over, wanting Shen Zhihan to accept him.

Not knowing exactly how many times he swung the long sword away, Shen Zhihan looked at its pale white clear blade, finally grasped the hilt, and looked down at it.

"Bah."

A drop of water landed on the sword impartially. Shen Zhihan raised his left hand to wipe it away, but because his vision was blurred, he accidentally pressed the edge of the sword.

Qionghua, who had no intention of cutting his master, wailed immediately, and Shen Zhihan raised his hand, staring blankly at the wound on his fingertips for a long time, then finally embraced the long sword in his arms, speechless for a long time.

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