The corner of the magic path was dug by me [Rebirth]

There is also a steady stream of swords flying from behind.

Lu Ningchu saw in the books Lu Qingyue gave him that the Wuji Sword Sect built a mountain as a sword mound to seal up those swords that lost their owners.

The swords hanging above their heads may be new or old, or whole or missing, but all of them exude a vigorous fighting spirit.

The ground below has dark red spreads, like countless heroic souls crying blood and anger thousands of years ago.

With another sound of sword buzzing, all the swords moved forward, spurting out countless sword qi, crisscrossing and slashing at the people who intended to attack the Wuji Sword Sect.

Everyone who had despised sword cultivation for a long time thought these swords were just dead things at first, and didn't pay attention to this overwhelming formation.It wasn't until they were forced to come close by the sword that they came into close contact with their soldiers, that they felt the terror of the sword sect who aspired to be number one in the world ten thousand years ago.

The solid defensive magic weapon is like waste paper, and all the counterattacks with all their strength have failed.Obviously there is no one to control the envoys, and it is obviously just a sword, but as if consciously, sensitively and precisely cut to the opening, forcing them to retreat steadily.

There is even a sword that doesn't need any fancy, just a slash in the air, it can reduce the energy of ten sessions with a full force, and cut everyone to pieces, leaving them to flee in embarrassment.

Among them, a broken sword is the most prominent.

This sword seems to be insane, especially with a desperate momentum, chasing Qingyan and Qianjin two ancestors and beating them fiercely. Zu's retreat.

The two patriarchs also felt that others were embarrassed but they themselves were useless. As far as the two of them were concerned, they would surely be able to quickly suppress these troublesome swords.However, when they were chased and intercepted, they realized that the distraction they were so proud of was really not worth mentioning.

The two patriarchs had never been in such an embarrassing time. These swords were like a pack of ferocious wolves. The blades tore through flesh and blood, and the sword energy shocked the inner organs, biting them until they were dripping with blood.

Everyone has never seen the Distracted God before, and now they know that the monk above the Distracted God is so powerful that even the sword they used for him is enough to look down on the Distracted Stage, which they regard as the pinnacle.

The people on the flying boat looked at all this, and they were all very excited. Some people even went limp and knelt on the deck and cried bitterly.They are both fortunate to survive the catastrophe and relieved to have made the right choice.Not everyone from Lihentian boarded the flying boat. They felt that their defection was seeking their own death, and they chose to stay in the Taishang Tiangong in the end.

Lu Qingyue was also excited. He should have fainted, but now he was looking at everything in front of him with radiance, and tears even flickered in his eyes.

Lu Ningchu was stunned, his eyes following the broken sword.

It was this broken sword that cut through the fatal blow that should have landed on him just now.

And this broken sword is a bit strange. Other swords can most feel the inviolable fighting spirit, but the most prominent feeling of this broken sword is the overwhelming anger.

"Ning Chu!"

Suddenly, a call suppressed with urgency and worry sounded beside his ear, and it was Long Yuan who flew to his side.

Lu Ningchu turned his head to look at him, but was still stunned for a moment before his expression changed like ice melted.He handed Lu Qingyue, who was in his arms, to Lord Youlong, and said rather at a loss: "I, my master..."

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, so many storms and waves in his previous life have come, he shouldn't be so careless, and he shouldn't be so vulnerable, but he is suddenly, suddenly dominated by the emotion of relying on others.

Long Yuan was a little surprised, he actually saw ignorance on Lu Ningchu's face.Since we met each other, although Lu Ningchu is very playful and likes to tease people, but when it comes to serious matters, no matter how big or small, he is quite successful, and he has never seen the childishness and bewilderment of a teenager.

Lu Qingyue's condition was very bad, and she seemed to be in good spirits, but it was just a temporary emotion.

"Let's go, hurry down and heal your master." Lu Ningchu was still in a daze, Long Yuan stretched out his hand to put a hand on his back, but stopped suddenly.

Confused by the blank look on Lu Ningchu's face, he even forgot that this little liar hurt no less than Lu Qingyue, especially his back.

With a serious expression, he stretched out his hand to take Lu Qingyue, and said, "Follow me."

"Yeah." Lu Ningchu had an obedient expression of "it's all at your disposal".

The enemy was blocked by the sword, and was chased and beaten into a panic, and there was no time to take care of their movements.

The elders also returned to the flying boat, and began to heal their wounds with the support of their disciples.The Great Elder was brought back by Ye Yuchen. Although he was seriously injured and dying, at least he was still alive.

Suddenly there was another sound of swords, and all the enemies had been driven out of the range of Wuji Sword Sect.

The eight long swords flew high from the group of swords, and flew in all directions of the Wuji Sword Sect. They went straight into the ground with half of the blades, arousing eight rays of light that soared into the sky.Then sixteen swords, 32 swords, and 64 swords flew out one after another, and they fell to the ground in the same way to emit light, and finally formed a large formation with 120 swords to protect the Wuji sword sect again.

After the formation was completed, the sword group withdrew one after another.However, Duanjian, who was chasing Qingyan and Qianjin, the two patriarchs, was still relentless, and had no intention of retreating at all.

The other swords seemed a little helpless, and they buzzed together, as if persuading them.

Broken Sword slashed the faces of the two distracted ancestors with the back of the sword again, before finally turning back.

The dignified two distracted patriarchs were whipped like a spinning top and turned half a circle in the air, as if they had received two big ear blows.What's more, it is even more humiliating to use the back of the sword to injure someone when one can use the edge of the sword to injure them.

The two distracted patriarchs had already been chased and beaten so badly that their internal organs were injured, and now they were really angry and vomited blood.However, they are not opponents of these swords at all. They were so embarrassed that they couldn't escape even if they wanted to escape. Now they finally have a chance to escape. Run away in desperation.

The new mountain protection formation was formed, and everyone in Lihentian was finally safe. Lu Qingyue's heart relaxed, and finally passed out uncontrollably.

Lu Qingyue's severed arm can only stop the bleeding, but cannot recover.It is self-evident how fatal the loss of the hand holding the sword is to a sword repairer.It's just that there is nothing that can be done even if you are worried at the moment, not to mention that Lu Qingyue was alone in blocking the two distracted ancestors for a long time. He was seriously injured and his life was dying.

Seeing Lu Qingyue's complexion recover a little under the effect of the pill, Lu Ningchu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, after the tension passed, there were dense pains and itches all over my body.

Even if he had the tendency to self-mutilate, Lu Ningchu couldn't resist it.

"It hurts..." He bit his lip, but he still couldn't help it, he tightened Long Yuan's sleeve, and let out a small cry.

Hearing this small cry, Long Yuan was both distressed and a little angry.

Lu Ningchu was worried about Lu Qingyue, and refused to go into the cabin to lie down obediently. His back was the most injured, and it was inconvenient to sit down. Long Yuan could only let him lie in his arms, support his body, and relieve him of the injury burden at the place.

He wanted to say a few words, but seeing Lu Ningchu's pitiful and aggrieved expression, as well as the water in his eyes, there was nothing but helplessness left in his heart.

He stroked Lu Ningchu's face lightly, coaxing softly: "Okay, okay, it won't hurt soon."

Lu Ningchu originally had a special physique with strong resilience, not to mention that he had just drank Long Yuan's blood, and the effect of dragon blood had not been fully absorbed.Although he was seriously injured, he recovered very quickly.Others need external application or internal administration, and need to heal for many days. On his body, new flesh grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, and heals quickly.

"Hmm..." Without Long Yuan's comfort, no matter what kind of pain it was, Lu Ningchu could grit his teeth and resist it, but with Long Yuan's comfort, he appeared extraordinarily fragile.He whimpered again, and rubbed Long Yuan's neck, showing a pitiful attitude that still wanted to be comforted.

"Be good." Long Yuan has no other choice, as far as Lu Ningchu's recovery speed is concerned, any other medicine is useless. He can only continue to coax Lu Ningchu, who suddenly became weak, so as to help him endure the pain before the wound fully heals. labor pains.

Most of the people from Lihentian knew Lu Ningchu's physique, and seeing that he was being looked after by Lord Long, they each concentrated on treating other people.Therefore, at this time, no one paid attention to the movements of the two of them.

On the contrary, Ye Yuchen, who was limped when he was saving the Great Elder, suddenly uttered a tragic and surprised cry when he looked up at the sky in an attempt to escape the reality because he did not dare to face the bone-setting pain.

"what!--"

The brother who set his bones was quite ruthless, and moved his hands the moment he raised his head.Everyone thought that his yelling was just because of bone setting, and they all comforted him that it was over.

Ye Yuchen was in so much pain that he could barely speak, with tears in his eyes, he pointed to the sky and said with difficulty: "Up, up..."

Everyone raised their heads, then froze.

No one of them noticed that those murderous swords were hanging above their heads at some point.These swords didn't move at all, they just hung quietly, as if they wanted to care about the juniors in the family but were afraid of disturbing the elders.

The wounds on Lu Ningchu's back have all scabbed over. Although the new flesh and blood are still a little fragile, they no longer have the pain of sticking clothes.Long Yuan put on a cloak for him, then let go, let him take two steps forward, looked up at the sword in the sky.

The light in Lu Ningchu's eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly raised his hands and bent his knees to kneel.

"Junior Lu Ningchu, thank you...!"

Lu Ningchu wanted to salute and thank him, but unexpectedly, he knelt down halfway, and was stopped by a broken sword quickly holding his arms.

Naturally, this broken sword was given to Patriarch Qingyan and Patriarch Qianjin. It landed on Lu Ningchu until the latter finally gave up his intention to kneel before slowly flying towards Lu Ningchu.

It was just far away, and Lu Ning couldn't see clearly at first, but now that it was close in front of his eyes, he immediately recognized the broken sword as the angelica sword of Lu Zhichuan, the last suzerain of Wuji Sword Sect.

The only half of the Angelica Sword hung in front of Lu Ningchu's eyes for a moment, and suddenly let out a joyful sword cry, then soared into the sky, taking all the swords and returning to the direction they came from.

The shadow of the sword disappeared in the mountains, but Lu Ningchu was still staring blankly.

"Ning Chu?" Long Yuan's worried call suddenly came to his ears.

Lu Ningchu turned his head to look at him, but he didn't realize what was wrong with him.

Long Yuan touched the corners of his eyes, frowned and said, "Why are you crying?"

Only then did Lu Ningchu feel the coolness on his face. Facing Long Yuan's question, there was a buzzing in his head, and he said incoherently: "I, I don't know..."

He pursed his lips, and the tears fell uncontrollably even more fiercely: "That sword, that sword is the suzerain...it is the angelica sword of Lu Zhichuan, the last suzerain of the Wuji sword sect..."

"Lu Zhichuan is, the father of Xiao Jianzun."

Lu Ningchu only told Long Yuan about the downfall of Wuji Sword Sect, but did not mention Little Sword Master.

Long Yuan didn't know who Xiao Jianzun was, nor did he know what relationship Xiao Jianzun had with Lu Ningchu, but this did not prevent him from grasping the words.

--Father.

His little liar, his little madman, was an orphan without father or mother.

He missed his father.

Long Yuan pressed Lu Ningchu into his arms, clasped his head, stroked his back, and coaxed him gently: "It's all over..."