[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"Master, is this Lun Jianhai really that powerful?" When talking to Mo Xunzong, who was following Yuan Wuxiang's footsteps, he was a little unconvinced and disapproved. The master's health is obviously not that good, and he specially asked Taking advantage of Tired Shoutian to deal with the affairs of the rivers and lakes when he was away, there was misty rain and setting sun...

Yuan Wuxiang glanced at Mo Xunxing beside him: "Maybe we can also meet Tired Shoutian in Lunjianhai."

"Hey? Master, didn't you want to throw the sword manual?" Instead, you wanted to meet the tired Shoutian who hadn't turned around for a long time?

"Why do you need others to judge your master's sword?" And after finally fooling away, Tired Shoutian didn't let him do more research on himself, so the ghost is willing to post it upside down at this time to ask for trouble.

So he really went to find Juan Shoutian... Although Mo Xunzong felt that his master's swordsmanship didn't need to be judged by others, he was still delusional.

"In recent years, your martial arts has reached a bottleneck and you have not made any progress. Part of the reason is that your thoughts are too complicated. You think about things that have nothing to do with you all day long. This is not beneficial to your Tao."

Mo Xunxing covered his face silently, Master really disliked him for knowing too much.

While Mo Xunxing was silently covering his face, a laugh came from not too far away. When he looked up, he saw two figures, one red and one purple, gradually approaching them. Judging from their expressions, the laughter was It came out from the mouth of the purple clothed boy.

Young and vigorous, that is the common point of most young people, Mo Xunzong frowned displeased, but because Yuan Wuxiang was by his side, Mo Xunzong just frowned.

"Your master is very vocal in teaching people, and even more vocal when it comes to swords, but it's a pity that they are all fake moves."

This false statement is naturally because of Yuan Wuxiang's present lifeless body.

Because of Yuan Wuxiang, Mo Xunxing could bear others' sneer at him, but he couldn't bear others' disrespect to Yuan Wuxiang, so he glanced at the sword box on the back of the other party and the expressionless man in red also sneered One sound, and then said to Yuan Wuxiang: "Master, there are dogs barking here, let's go quickly."

Yuan Wuxiang's eyes swept over the person opposite him, he was familiar with the young man in red, he was the fourth prince of Sen Prison, Xuan Tong, who once gave him a defeat, and when he met him by accident, he just nodded slightly to Xuan Tong After he made up his mind, he was about to start again, when a flash of sword flashed over the clinker, Yuan Wuxiang hadn't moved, and Mo Xunzong by his side had already raised his sword to block in front of him.

Yuan Wuxiang had seen Xuantong's sword, and also seen the purple-clothed boy beside him, besieged and killed Xuantong in a battle. The boy unexpectedly stabbed himself in the heart and jumped to his death in order to protect Xuantong. I was touched but didn't have much thought because my heart has deviated, but I felt inexplicable when I saw you today.

"Taoism is natural, sword heart is natural, Xunzuo, your sword is messed up, come back."

He clearly had the upper hand, but Mo Xunzong paused with his sword. The sword didn't withdraw, but swept away the sharpness of the angry strike just now. With a turn of his wrist, it turned into a spring breeze, and there was an endless flow of life between the turns. picture.

This swordsmanship evolved from the Infinity Formation, based on Taiji, transforming the power of Zhou Tian to absorb and transfer the sword energy, and even the purple sword intent of mountains and rivers was transformed at this time.

Yuan Wuxiang's gaze immediately focused, and Mo Xunzong unexpectedly entered a state of epiphany at this time.

At the first moment, Yuan Wuxiang condensed the surrounding movement with his soul power, and Zi Yufen was also held down by Xuantong's hand. Zi Yufen wanted to speak, but the pressure Yuan Wuxiang released and the power Xuantong exerted on him Didn't let him make even the slightest sound.

Three people and six eyes, just quietly watching the seemingly indefatigable people rehearse the sword technique that they suddenly realized over and over again, and watched like this for three hours until Mo Xunzong stopped the sword style and looked at Yuan with a blank face. no country.

"Xunzong." Seeing Mo Xunzong's expression, Yuan Wuxiang knew that he had woken up from an epiphany, but before he could react, he stepped forward and patted his shoulder lightly, his warm voice seemed to wash away people's hearts , Just two words awakened the dazed Mo Xunzong.

"Master, I just..."

"You did very well."

Mo Xunxing originally had many doubts, because all these words dissipated, he retracted his sword and raised his lips, and said with a single sentence: "I am a disciple of Master." Naturally, it is excellent.

"En." Yuan Wuxiang responded lightly and patted Mo Xunxing's shoulder, then said slowly to Prince Xuantong who was still at the side: "I just thank you two for your success."

"A rare opportunity."

Yuan Wuxiang smiled slightly: "The two of you are going to discuss the sea of ​​swords and watch swords? If so, shouldn't we be on the same road?"

"Please."

"Hey, is it really good to just walk together like this without knowing each other?" I don't understand why others have an epiphany when they are fighting. Are you going to walk with someone who doesn't even know their names?

"A difficult situation is indeed the existence of an outstanding person." Xuantong looked sideways at the people around him, and a person with no foundation could actually carry sword intent, and he also raised his posture.

"Sen Prison is also a place where there are many heroes."

Xuan Tong paused in his heart, and looked at the person who stood shoulder to shoulder but whose name was not yet known: "You know me."

"know."

"But you don't mind."

"You and I both know that when the two countries are at war, the only difference is the position. At this moment, you and I have no position but the same way."

"It seems that there may be a battle between you and me in the future."

"Prince Sen Prison, if you have a life, you will lose it by my hands."

Xuantong's whole body trembled, but he did not stop walking together: "You are not Tired Shoutian, you are the one who killed Xuan Zhen."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Except for being unprepared, no one in this world should be able to kill the prince of Senyu, but Xuan Zhen was the Yuanshen and Yuanshen beast who were crushed in one fell swoop."

Can't wait...

Yuan Wuxiang stopped and bowed to Xuantong and said, "Yuanwuxiang is waiting for Prince Xuantong at any time."

"Okay." Not because of it, Xuantong nodded in response, for his kinship and also for the sword law he wanted to hear in his heart.

The conversation between the two people in front made the two people behind both speechless. Is it really appropriate for you to discuss a blood feud so calmly?

Mo Xunxing and Zi Yufen looked at each other, and then they both kept silent wisely. This level of conversation was temporarily beyond their comprehension, so in order not to expose their superficiality, they should shut up first.

So these four people came to the sea of ​​swords, but because Mo Xunzong had an epiphany halfway this time, when they arrived, Su Zhenzhen had already appeared in the sea of ​​swords, and was commenting on the top three sword books of this time.

The fragrance of white lotus root is really real.

Yuan Wuxiang looked at Bai Lian who was standing in the middle and talked, and felt a rare sigh of relief in his heart. Even if Su really couldn't restore his physical functions, at least if one day he really dissipated in this world, someone would be tired of it Days revolve.

Then, Yuan Wuxiang's eyes drifted to the source of the dispute between the North and the South of Daozhen's lineage, Ge Xianchuan who was wearing a bamboo hat to hide his true face.

Listening to Ge Xianchuan's rant, a hint of sarcasm flashed imperceptibly in Yuan Wuxiang's clear eyes, but the opportunistic sword style wanted to break the Jiuyang Tianjue, which was foolish.

"You don't seem to like the guy above."

"Could it be that you like it?"

"I haven't listened to the sword law, it's not enough for me to comment."

"Ha." He sneered softly, then looked at Ge Xianchuan, Yuan Wuxiang suddenly thought of the person he had been neglecting all this time, the guilty hero...

Back then, for him and Juan Shoutian, the guilty hero singled out the anger of hatred like frost. Later, because of Juan Shoutian, he concealed the death of the guilty hero. This guilt has always been hidden in his heart, and now he has to repay It's time for this debt.

While narrowing his eyes slightly, Yuan Wuxiang looked at Su Huanzhen, the expression on Su Huanzhen's face was barely visible, and then he nodded his head while talking to the sword manual, Yuan Wuxiang saw this in his heart Wei Wei made sure, and then whispered to Xuan Tong beside him: "I still have something to do, I need to leave first, and I will wait for the crown prince in the misty rain and setting sun, please."

"Please."

As soon as he left the Sea of ​​Swords, he asked the spy who had been following him to bring him back to Misty Rain and Setting Sun with the fastest lightness kung fu, and then the entire Misty Rain and Setting Sun guardian formation reappeared.

After all, it was a coincidence that Yuan Wuxiang saw the guilty hero who insisted on confronting Po Rushuang when the formation was opened and he went out of his body again to find the guilty hero.

"Youyuan Wuxiang shoulders the blood feud of the Tianqiang people." Consolidating his body, Yuan Wuxiang walked into the battlefield between the two.

"Yuan Wuxiang?" The guilty hero was taken aback, apparently he did not expect to see someone who should retire from the world at this time.

"Spirit like frost, what do you think?"

Po Rushuang snorted coldly, withdrew his sword, turned around and left.

"I hope it's the last time."

Po Rushuang stopped and turned around suddenly: "Yuan Wuxiang, don't go too far!"

Yuan Wuxiang looked at Po Rushuang in anger, thinking of the black queen who would appear soon, after struggling for a long time, he still didn't make a move, just looked at Po Rushuang silently, and turned to look at the guilty hero until she left .

"It's been a long time, guilty hero."

"That killing was not caused by you alone." Looking at Yuan Wuxiang who looked like a normal person, the guilty hero's face was a little gloomy.

"But that killing was led by me, and you were just following orders, so don't provoke Po Rushuang anymore."

"Yuan Wuxiang, you have really changed a lot."

"You too." Yuan Wuxiang looked at the guilty hero and said suddenly: "I came from the sea of ​​swords."

There was a hint of doubt on the silent face of the guilty hero, Yuan Wuxiang twitched his mouth: "At the sword review meeting, there was a person holding a sword manual and threatening to break the Nine Suns sword technique."

"Tired Shoutian is respected as the show of the North, it's normal for someone to want to challenge." The guilty hero's heart jumped, but there was no excessive reaction on his face, and he replied calmly, but the emotional change at that moment did not change. Escape the perception of nowhere.