Sword Intent Ling Ran

The Luoyue Valley in the realm of cultivating immortals, the originally beautiful valley is completely silent at this time, the violent spiritual energy is forced to squeeze together, as if it will burst at any time, and the dark clouds in the sky squeeze and entangle each other. Occasionally, a trace of tyrannical aura leaks out from the gaps in the clouds, which is shocking.

"boom--"

It seemed that the power had reached a critical point, and those violent spiritual powers burst instantly, turning into streaks of purple lightning that slashed down, instantly shaking the mountain, and the mountain peaks beside Luoyue Valley were cut into flat bottoms, and the dense and terrifying spiritual power flowed smoothly. With the purple thunder light spreading far away, the whole space was distorted by it.

"Who is it that the thunder calamity is so terrifying?" The vision of heaven and earth shocked the entire comprehension world. On the far shore of the East China Sea, an old man in Taoist robes with white beard and hair looked at the place of thunder calamity and couldn't help saying to himself: "Could it be Which demonic master is going through the catastrophe?"

Thousands of miles away in Kunlun Mountains, several people wearing various robes with strong auras looked worriedly at the land of thunder calamity, and one of the pretty girls clasped their hands together and kept muttering: "Heaven bless you, big brother must pass the calamity successfully!" ah."

"Junior Sister, what Elder Brother cultivates is a sword that is not controlled by the Dao of Heaven. If I hear your prayer, I'm afraid I should be angry." A handsome man next to the girl said while staring at the vision in the distance.

The girl snorted dissatisfied: "Eldest brother is not so stingy, anyway, in short, he will definitely succeed."

Beiman Mountain, in the dark and terrifying cave, the hands of the ghost cultivators who were having fun and drinking suddenly stopped, and the whole cave shook, and the stone table in front of them trembled. fell to the ground.

"This is……"

"That kid Xiao Mohan is crossing the tribulation!" Several people looked at each other, and a ghost cultivator suddenly laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, crossing the tribulation is good, whether it succeeds or not, the thorn will not hinder it later It's our time, come, come, to celebrate, we brothers can have a few more drinks!"

In Luoyue Valley, ninety-nine and 81 purple thunder catastrophes crashed down with the power to destroy the world, and a proud figure under the sky thunder raised a sword to meet the catastrophe.

"Why is everything determined by your God, the catastrophe, the fate... Huh, then let me split this catastrophe!"

The man was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold patterns that was in tatters, his black hair was disheveled, his jade hairpins were all torn, and the ends of his hair were scorched by the sky fire. The Yutian sword that has endured the catastrophe but is still arrogant.

Another sky thunder fell. In fact, Xiao Mohan's spiritual power was almost exhausted at this time, but he faced Zi Lei without any fear.

"Yu Tianjian, Yu Tianjian, this is the last moment to test your and my heart to the Tao. I will win this battle!"

Sensing the master's surging fighting intent, Yutian Sword also hummed, the golden light on the sword rose sharply, like the ray of sunlight when the sky and the earth were split, and like the first ray of sunlight when day and night intersected, the sword body faced the purple thunder catastrophe, Together with Xiao Mohan, one person and one sword unexpectedly reached the last purple thunder catastrophe on the top of the head.

'boom--'

After Tian Jie and Xiao Mohan collided, the terrifying spiritual power scattered, and the entire Luoyue Valley turned into a flat bottom.

"ended?"

Xiao Mohan was also unbearably kneeling on the ground leaning on the sword. At this time, his whole body's spiritual power was exhausted, and his appearance was withered. Trembling, as if responding to the master's words.

"No, what is this?"

It was not the angel of fairy music that greeted Xiao Mohan, but a gray vortex with strong suction suddenly formed in the sky. At this time, Xiao Mohan had already exhausted his true energy, so he could only let the vortex suck him away. The moment he entered the vortex, Xiao Mohan lost all consciousness, and after Xiao Mohan disappeared, the visions in the sky also slowly disappeared, leaving only the dead and silent Luoyue Valley smoking black smoke alone.

…………

"This is..." Xiao Mohan endured the aches and pains in his body and got up. He remembered that he had passed through the most terrifying Nine Layers of Purple Lightning Tribulation, but in the end, instead of ushering in the immortal history, he was sucked into a gray vortex. The power contained in the vortex is extremely terrifying. He didn't even have the power to resist and his body was completely destroyed, and even his consciousness was almost melted. If it wasn't for the Yutian Sword...

Wait, where's his sword?

Xiao Mohan meditated cross-legged but found that he couldn't look inside at all, let alone look inside. He didn't even have a trace of spiritual power in his body, and his body was not even comparable to that of an ordinary warrior. Only then did he realize that this was not his body, at least not After practicing swords, he has polished his body of sword cultivation for a hundred years. Could it be that he has been reborn from his home?

As soon as Xiao Mohan thought this way, his brain immediately ached. Even he couldn't help moaning and covered his head, and then a lot of memories immediately flooded into his mind.

He is also called Mo Han. He is a third-rate young actor. He has been taken care of by Zhou Jinyan, son of the Zhou family. After so long, Zhou Jinyan was planning to praise him. Unexpectedly, Mo Yan had a bad life and had a car accident. If it wasn't for Xiao Mohan If you seize the house, I am afraid that you will be in a vegetable state for the rest of your life.

But what is an actor?What is a vegetable?

Before Xiao Mohan could figure it out, there was another flash of light in the room, and then a familiar atmosphere filled the whole room, and a sword with dimpled golden light suddenly appeared, floating in front of Xiao Mohan.

"Yu Tian Sword?" Xiao Mohan looked at his sword in surprise, as cold as he was excited. After all, it was the foundation of his cultivation, his way of swordsmanship. When he was in the gray vortex, he thought Yu Tianjian must have been melted, I didn't expect Yu Tianjian to be fine, but the body of the sword is damaged like this, I'm afraid it won't get better if nothing happens, and I don't have spiritual power at this time, I want to raise Yu Tianjian well. Tianjian doesn't know how many years it will take.

Sure enough, after the Yutian Sword groaned softly, it completely dimmed, turning into a dark blue-gray stone sword and falling into Xiao Mohan's hand.

Xiao Mohan lightly stroked the sword body and tried to retract it, but Yutianjian didn't respond at all.

As calm as Xiao Mohan couldn't help being stunned, even if he knew that his physical body was completely destroyed before, and he was not so at a loss when he only had a trace of spiritual consciousness to get away by chance, but now he is completely stunned.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Yu Tianjian trembled slightly and turned into a blue-gray tattoo attached to Xiao Mohan's wrist. Xiao Mohan frowned at his wrist, then looked up at the door .

The visitor is a very attractive man, about 30 years old, he is no longer young, but he is unexpectedly good-looking, his eyebrows are like dark ink and his eyes are long and narrow, his lips are thin and slightly curled up, his chin is slightly pointed, his skin is delicate but pale, but the most attractive What attracts people's attention is not his extraordinary appearance, but the faint sense of oppression on his body. Even though he is born handsome, this aura is enough to make people daunting, not daring to act recklessly.

This person, Xiao Mohan, knew that it was Zhou Jinyan, the benefactor of 'Mo Han' who was kept in his memory.

Although Xiao Mohan didn't know what nurturing meant, the two of them had done very intimate things in his memory, but Zhou Jinyan didn't behave like someone who had an intimate relationship with Mo Han at all. Xiao Mohan stood beside the bed, but stood not far away and stared at Xiao Mohan on the bed with downcast eyes. That posture was a kind of contempt and looking down.

After looking at it for a while, Zhou Jinyan took out a long and thin thing, lit it and put it in his mouth to take a few puffs—this seemed to be called smoking in Mo Han's memory.

Of course, Xiao Mohan didn't understand the specific meaning of this behavior, but was frowned by the turbidity.

That Zhou Jinyan took two puffs of cigarettes, flicked the cigarette butt with his fingertips, looked at Xiao Mohan and said indifferently: "Mo Han, I don't care what you think, but you should know my character when you are by my side. Take care of yourself. Think about whether you still follow me or not, you don’t need to go to the crew if you make trouble like this, just take care of your body in the past few days, and call Lao Li after you’ve taken care of yourself.”

Staring at this kind of person, there will be a sense of fear that all the secrets will be seen through by the other party. If it was the former Mo Han, he would have been guilty and afraid, but unfortunately the former Mo Han has probably reincarnated. Now this is Xiao Mohan, the sword repairman who was reborn after being seized by Tiandaokeng. The last person who dared to stand in front of Xiao Mohan and speak like this... Well, that person has been dead for 400 years, but the person in front of him is As a mortal, Xiao Mohan didn't want to argue too much with the other party.

So Xiao Mohan just got up and stood in front of Zhou Jinyan, frowning and said coldly: "I don't care about the ignorance of ordinary people, but I have no cause and effect with you. What you said...the phone is not needed, you leave quickly , don’t bother me.”

Xiao Mohan's words made Zhou Jinyan stunned. He didn't even know when the cigarette in his finger was taken away by the other party and thrown away. After regaining his senses, he couldn't help laughing: "Ordinary people, cause and effect, return it to me. Mo Han, are you really good at acting..."

The laughter on Zhou Jinyan's face gradually stopped, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Xiao Mohan's chin jokingly: "Little thing, you really made me happy for a while, but... in the future, even if you act like a spoiled child, you have to use your brain." , don’t make any more senseless jokes in public, you loser.”

After speaking, he even scratched the bridge of Xiao Mohan's nose affectionately.

This can be regarded as a hornet's nest, Xiao Mohan immediately looked at Zhou Jinyan with sharp eyes, grabbed the opponent's wrist before he put down his hand, and threw Zhou Jinyan to the door, because Xiao Mohan's physical strength at this time was not enough. Zhou Jinyan just staggered and fell to the ground unexpectedly, covered in ashes.

Xiao Mohan said coldly: "Get out! I... I'll say it again, you... You have nothing to do with me, I don't want to see you again."

This is the first time that Mr. Zhou has been treated like this when he is so old, and it was after he was in a good mood to tease the other party, and the other party was still his little love, he stood up from the ground holding the door and looked at it with an angry smile. Xiao Mohan: "Okay, okay, I just hope you can still have this backbone in the future."

After speaking, Zhou Jinyan turned around angrily and went out.

Just when Zhou Jinyan hadn't left the house completely, Xiao Mohan only heard a soft scolding. Although he had never heard this voice before, it was very familiar. Tianjian scolded: "Idiot!"

Then Xiao Mohan felt a pain in his wrist, Yu Tianjian actually followed behind the furious Zhou Jinyan, and attached to Zhou Jinyan's wrist, only Xiao Mohan was left standing in the room stupidly staring at the opponent's back with strange eyes.