The First Immortal of Ancient Times

"Tōyu, believe in yourself!"

Bai Qingxue stood below and encouraged. →

Mu Jianli also requires status.

"yes……"

Zhaoyu looked at her and Bai Wuque and felt a little more relaxed.

Her sword spirit level and cultivation level are not low, but her sword spirit talent is not linked to all of this.

So, it depends on your fate!

She took a deep breath, took out an orange sword, and raised it above her head.

At this moment, her delicate body was completely bathed in the colorful glory of the Eternal Sword.

This is Mu Jian!

At this time, the thousand-foot-long divine and eternal sword fell, and the sword of millions of ancestors collided with her orange sword.

Like ants running into thousands of troops!

The sword soul and sword intention merged instantly.

What the Sword Master has to do is to use one man's sword to mobilize millions of sword intentions!

With the talent of understanding the world, he triggered the cry of the eternal sword!

"She is a descendant of the Sword Sect of Jianxu. She should have two or three voices at the beginning, so she can enter Swordxu!" Many people whispered.

In this Eternal Sword Prison, even the prison master's children must participate in the sword-cleansing ceremony.

Otherwise, even if you practice in Jianxu, you will not have an official status!

This is also a kind of kendo fairness.

"ah!"

As soon as people started talking, the girl on the altar screamed in pain and suddenly fell to the ground. The sword in her hand retracted into her body.

And the eternal sword was lifted up, rising into the sky. Its light shone on the heaven and earth, but it did not shine on the girl!

"Terutama!"

Bai Wuque's expression changed when he saw this scene.

"What a pity for this child..." Bai Qingxue bit her red lips and sighed, "Don't have anything to do with her in the future."

This scene means that Teruyu's sword-intention talent is extremely poor, and the Immortal Sword never makes a sound.

This is the judgment of fate!

As a descendant of the Sword Sect, she can't even become a disciple of the Sword Xu!

Buzz——

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators were discussing secretly.

"Isn't it too useless?"

"It's an embarrassment to her parents."

"This life is ruined."

"This woman, I heard, has a bad temper. She is so arrogant because of her parents of Jianzong. As a result, she can't even become a disciple of Jianxu. What retribution!"

Seeing such a high-born child fall here, many young people felt secretly happy.

The Sword of Eternal Life is so realistic!

boom!

Zhaoyu is like being struck by lightning.

Her mind was completely blank, as if she was stupid, and she looked blankly at hundreds of thousands of faces that were gloating, scornful, and ridiculing.

"Senior Brother Bai..."

She turned her neck like a log and found the man she admired among the crowd.

He used to take good care of her, and even took away her virginity with sweet words, but she still dared not tell her parents about it.

But at this heartbreaking moment, Senior Brother Bai suddenly turned his face away, as if he didn't recognize him.

"The human world is so cruel..."

Zhaoyu held his sword tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.

Poof!

She stabbed herself through the heart and fell to the ground, splattering the altar with blood.

The last scene in her eyes was the gorgeous eternal sword hanging in the sky!

Its brilliance shines on thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and endless sword cultivators, but it does not shine on itself.

Hundreds of thousands of people watched all this indifferently and took it for granted.

"Drag the body away, next."

A calm announcement came from inside Jianxu.

A man in black climbed onto the altar, grabbed Teruyu's feet, and dragged her out, leaving blood all over the floor.

However, no one cleaned up the blood stains.

If you look closely, you can actually find that there is a thick layer of blood on the black altar. →

Over the past thousands of years, countless people have died.

We are not cleaning now because someone will commit suicide here and bid farewell to this world.

Sometimes the pressure of spiritual practice does not come from oneself, but also from family, relatives, lovers...

A single sword ceremony can determine the level of a lifetime. Many people cannot bear such a cruel trial.

This is not vulnerability.

But the psychological gap!

It's cruel!

The poor cannot reach the sky in one step, and there is no gap.

Only when the wealthy fall into the abyss will they choose to die.

Everyone was indifferent to Zhaoyu's death.

But what comes with it is even greater tension!

Every young man's heart beats wildly.

Who can be sure that the next person lying on the ground and being dragged away will not be him?

"Mother..." Bai Wuque clenched his fists and his eyes were red.

"It's okay." Bai Qingxue gently held his arm, "Believe in yourself!"

"Yeah!" Bai Wucuo nodded.

"Forget her."

"Um!"

Bai Wuque slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were already very intense.

Next, young swordsmen came up one by one.

Some people leave, some commit suicide.

Someone was so happy that the sword screamed, and they knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces.

Life is bifurcated like this, with joys and sorrows.

And the families and clans behind them also went to glory or decline because of this bifurcation.

This is the eternal sword prison!

The cold world of kendo!

This is a world forged by paranoid people with swords!

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In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people had passed by Mu Jianli.

So far, 90% of the young sword cultivators have been eliminated and will never be able to set foot in the sword market in their lifetime.

The remaining 10%, basically with four sword sounds or less, will become the fourth-level disciples of Jianxu Tiandi Xuanhuang. In the future, they can become Sword Sect and serve as the backbone of Jianxu's combat power.

Among ten thousand people, there are extremely few geniuses who can trigger five sword sounds and become the true disciple of the Nine-Nine-Nine Peak Master.

There are currently only eighteen people!

As long as they trigger five sword sounds, someone will immediately take them to the Sword Ruins and directly become their disciples.

The true disciples will become the top experts in the Eternal Sword Prison in the future, and will be the top leaders of the Sword Market in the future.

As for the six-sword-sounding one, he hasn’t appeared yet.

"Bai Wuque!"

When that ray of light shines on the young man in white, it means that he is about to appear.

Countless people looked at him with scrutinizing eyes!

"The grandson of Lord Bai Xiao of Sword Ruins!"

Among all sword wielders, this is already a very high status.

"Wu Que, mother, I wish you great success."

Bai Qingxue is wearing a long skirt with slits, and her long white legs are visible, which means victory...

"Um!"

Bai Wuque gritted his teeth and rushed up to the blood-stained altar in two or three steps.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain!

He closed his eyes and pointed his sword towards the sky.

"Please inspect it, ancestors!"

In the midst of everyone's attention, the Sword of Eternal Life fell, blending with its sword spirit and mingling with glory!

when!

The eternal sword trembled for the first time and let out an icy cry.

Hearing this first sound, Bai Wuque's heart relaxed. This meant that he didn't have to die!

Dang Dang Dang!

Immediately afterwards, there were four consecutive sword sounds.

Bai Wuque suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were red.

Five sword sounds, which means that he can truly teach his disciples!

Among his family members, this is the highest talent!

The Bai Qingxue below was already covering her jade mouth, with tears filling her eyes.

Son, get through this ordeal!

Mu Jianli, in the eyes of many, is a life and death disaster!

"Is it over?" Bai Wuque had wild thoughts in his heart.

Just then!

when--!

Tens of thousands of people later, the Immortal Sword immediately erupted for the first time six times.

"The sword rings six times, and the Supreme Being clears the way!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators shouted in unison, with awe and envy in their eyes!

For a moment, the whole place was shocked.

"Am I the Supreme Disciple?" Bai Wuque was startled for a moment, then became ecstatic.

After that, the Immortal Sword ascended, and the sword ceremony ended.

"Mom!" Bai Wuque rushed down from the altar and hugged the big sister-like woman passionately.

"Good, good! Good!" Bai Qingxue burst into tears, her eyes full of excitement.

"Mom, what does this mean?" Bai Wuque asked excitedly.

"It means that you will surpass your grandfather! It means that you can lead our Bai family to a new level. One day, you can become the Supreme Elder of Jianxu!" Bai Qingxue said excitedly.

It's really a success!

Countless people inside and outside the Sword Market looked at their mother and son with extremely envious eyes!

boom!

In the direction of the sword ruins, a sword light suddenly shot out.

A middle-aged man wearing a purple robe appeared in front of their mother and son.

This man's eyebrows are like swords, his black hair is like ink, and his sword energy is surging!

He is the strongest person Yun Xiao has ever seen so far!

The feeling of oppression was much more severe than that of Bai Lao in Demon State.

"The Supreme Elder, Qin Tian!"

Yun Xiao heard many people shout this name!

Their throats feel hot.

"He is the youngest of the group of Supreme Elders, and there is still room for advancement in the future!"

The Supreme Elder of Jianxu is a figure in the clouds of the Nine Hell Realm.

When this person appeared, Yun Xiao found that Ling Chen's eyes next to him suddenly became much colder, and there was a deep desire to kill in his eyes.

"Wu Que!" Qin Tian looked at him with burning eyes, "I intend to accept you as my disciple, are you willing?"

Bai Wuque was still a little stunned, but his mother pushed him and made him kneel down.

"Disciple Wuque, let's meet our mentor!" Bai Wuque said excitedly.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

He and Zhaoyu, one ascended to heaven and the other went to hell.

The world is so realistic.

"Okay!" Qin Tian smiled with satisfaction.

And the people around him cast envious looks.

"Wu Que, I'm happy for you."

Behind Qin Tian, ​​another young man in purple came.

The bridge of his nose is straight and his eyes are deep. It seems that the city is much deeper than Bai Wuque.

"Brother Luo." Bai Wuque cupped his hands and smiled.

The two of them smiled knowingly.

Everyone is in awe and envy of them.

Ling Chen was the only one who was extremely murderous towards Qin Tian and Qin Luo, their father and son.

"Ling Chen!"

Before the fun was over, the person in charge of the Sword Market called out the next name.

"Brother Ling, it's up to you." Yun Xiao said.

"Watch." Ling Chen's tone was calm, but he seemed very confident.

When he stepped onto the altar, few people looked at him.

People were still envious of Bai Wuque, but he, his mother, and Qin Tian and his son were chatting and laughing happily.

"Ling Chen?"

Qin Luo suddenly heard the name and couldn't help but turn around and take a look.

"He hasn't played to death yet?" Qin Tian said lightly.

"Dad, practicing swordsmanship is so boring, it's not easy to have a toy." Qin Luo said with a smile.

"Your remarks sound like a brainless villain." Qin Tiandao.

"The question is, since he has no sword bones and only a virtual sword soul left, can he become the protagonist?" Qin Luo said happily.

"I don't think so. After all, I torture him every day, and I've never seen him pretend to slap him in the face." Bai Wuque suddenly laughed.

When everyone heard this, they smiled.

"Okay." Qin Tian did not laugh. He said seriously: "In a few days, I will find something to blame on his parents. Then you can get rid of him quietly. The survival of such a poor man will have a negative impact on your future reputation. have an impact.”

After death, I gradually forgot about it.

While they were talking, many sword cultivators looked at Ling Chen and their hearts moved.

"Why does this man's name sound familiar?"

"Ling Chen? Isn't this the useless son of the Ling family?"

"Yes! It's him!"

"Still alive?"

"This life is really like a cockroach."

The reputation of the Ling family's abandoned son spread and attracted some attention, which was exactly what Qin Tian did not want to see.

People, the higher they climb, the more shameful they are.

Qin Tian, ​​Qin Luo, the abandoned son of the Ling family...when they meet together, it is easy for people to think of some past events and rumors.

"I heard that Qin Luo's heaven-defying sword bone was separated from the body of this useless son of the Ling family?"

"Don't talk nonsense, they are all rumors!"

"The Ling family was once a powerful family in the Sword Ruins, but it has fallen to the point where it relies on smearing others to find a sense of existence?"

Many people then looked at Ling Chen with strange expressions.

But the young man seemed to have ignored all the criticisms.

He bathed in the light of the eternal sword, walked to the middle of the altar, stepped on the blood of Zhaoyu, looked up at the sword, and divine light emerged in his eyes.

"Your fat sheep is about to start showing off." Blue Star Jiejie said with a smile.

Yun Xiao looked at the young man coldly and said slowly: "It's okay, let him pretend a few more times and fatten up."

The talent of creation of the reincarnation of the Shenxiao Sword Emperor needs to be gradually stimulated.

Otherwise, if he was killed by Bai Wuque in Mozhou, Yun Xiao could just enjoy it.

The fatter, the better the effect!

here we go!

I saw Ling Chen with a cold smile on his face, pointing to the sky under the spotlight!

bite!

On his finger, a nine-color sword spirit penetrated out, bursting out with brilliant light, competing with the eternal sword in the sky!

"Um?!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators, as well as the strong swordsmen inside the Sword Ruins, all cast their eyes at the gray-robed young man in shock.

"Nine-Colored Sword Soul?"

No one has seen it!

The resonance between the Nine-Colored Sword Soul and the Eternal Life Sword immediately made many people feel a little stunned.

"What?" Qin Luo and Bai Wuque were startled.

And Qin Tian and Bai Qingxue already frowned.

The world suddenly fell silent!

"The road to rebirth begins here!"

Ling Chen suddenly raised his sword and pointed it towards the sky.

Buzz buzz——

The Immortal Sword was suddenly attracted, fell with a crash, and gathered together with the nine-color sword spirit.

At that moment, there seemed to be nine great immortals and demons whose souls were surrounding the eternal sword, causing a layer of spatial distortion.

It’s as if nine boundless universes have descended!

when!

The eternal sword, the sword roared!

Dang Dang Dang Dang!

An instant later, the Eternal Sword sounded five more times!

Altogether, there were six sword sounds.

"Supreme Disciple!"

Bai Wuque and Bai Qingxue were stunned, they couldn't believe their eyes.

Qin Tian and Qin Luo looked at each other.

A prophecy?

"You're being playful!" Qin Tian glared at his son.

Will he give Ling Chen a chance for revenge?

Of course not!

Qin Tian stood under the altar, raised his hand and unleashed a sword energy, which suddenly stabbed Ling Chen between the eyebrows.

If something happens suddenly, he will kill immediately!

This instant kill was too fast and too fierce!

At this moment, Ling Chen suddenly laughed.

when--!

The Sword of Eternal Life, the seventh ring!

This sound shakes the heaven and the earth!

"The sword rang seven times, and the Emperor Star came to the world!"

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators were shocked on the spot. Their eyes were wild and they looked at the useless son of the Ling family in disbelief.

boom!

A golden door of sword energy suddenly opened in front of Ling Chen, swallowing Qin Tian's killing sword.

"The prison master's door is open!!"

Buzz——

Hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators were extremely enthusiastic, kneeling on the ground like a wave, and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the Lord of Heavenly Sword Prison!"

Behind the prison lord's door, there is a majestic figure!

He was bathing in the pool of sword energy and slowly raised his head to look at Qin Tian with an extremely indifferent look.

boom!

Qin Tianru was struck by five thunders, his face distorted, he immediately took three steps back, his face turned pale.

"The Holy Son of the Emperor Star, the heir to the Sword Ruins..."

Bai Wuque, Bai Qingxue and their son, their heads were buzzing and their lips turned white.

"Dad, what's going on?" Qin Luo gritted his teeth, his eyes red.

"Shut up!" Qin Tian roared.

"Supreme Elder, Qin Tian!" Ling Chen looked at the purple-robed middle-aged man coldly as if he were standing on the sky, "Are you afraid of this level alone?"

"Your sword bones are broken, how could it be possible..." Qin Tian's voice trembled and his fingers trembled.

"I'll give you a useless bone." Ling Chen looked up at the sky, smiled coldly, and held the sword again, "If the broken bones are not removed, how can I get the sacred sword bones? Just watch it!"

when--! !

The Sword of Eternal Life, the sword screams eight times!

boom!

Inside and outside the Sword Market, all sword cultivators went crazy.

"The Son of God Haori is coming to this world! I, the Eternal Sword Prison, will definitely become the Supreme of the Nine Hells!"

"The Sword Tomb will be opened for him!"

In the void, a white-haired, rickety and skinny old man suddenly appeared, standing above the clouds, looking at Ling Chen with tearful eyes.

"It's the skeletal old man guarding the tomb, he's here!"

"I never thought that I would be able to see this legendary old man with withered bones in my life!"

In the Sword Ruins, countless sword cultivators came out to wield swords!

Outside the Sword Market, hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators knelt down!

They looked at Ling Chen, the Prison Lord's Gate, and the old man with bones, and their minds were filled with awe!

"Ling Chen! Son of God Haori!"

Such cheers resounded throughout Jianxu at this moment.

Soon it will be heard throughout the Eternal Sword Prison!

Qin Tian, ​​Bai Qingxue and others were stuck on the ground like logs, their eyes cracked with blood.

Just when Qin Tian was about to kneel down, Ling Chen suddenly laughed.

He said leisurely: "Hey, hey, does this scare you?"

"What……"

Millions of sword cultivators are numb.

Any more?

They looked at the eternal sword blankly.

At this moment, Ling Chen raised the nine-colored sword high, like the reincarnation of a true immortal.

"In the art of swordsmanship, I, Ling Chen, am the only one to be the emperor!"

"I am invincible!"

"Invincible in the world, invincible in heaven! Invincible in the universe! Invincible in ancient times!"

The words just fell.

when--! ! !

The Eternal Sword erupted for the ninth time.

At that moment, it seemed that the entire Nine Hells world was in mourning.

"The sword banished the immortal and descended to earth..."

Everyone was confused.

Only Ling Chen smiled.

Of course, Yun Xiao also laughed.

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