The man was so imposing, and he swept his sleeves with a sword.

"Why are everyone so disobedient!" You Lian was so angry, and the same was true for the Sword of Tribulation back then.

"It seems like I've gotten into trouble..." Li Xing frowned, and the man in front of him was tense, and he seemed to not let him go easily.

"Wan Jian is for you, let him go." You Lian waved his hand. This was the ten thousand flying swords that the man had just returned.

"The secret of hidden swords is abolished today, and ten thousand swords are no longer useful." The man waved his hand to interrupt, directly abolishing this ancient tradition.

He looked at Li Xing in a flash, "I search for the soul, will you still divide the soul."

"My master left a message. Zangjian Valley owed my master and ancestors back then. Now I came here with my sword. Could it be that the sword did not recognize it?" Li Xing's words were solemn, and since they were exposed, they no longer hid.

"Haha..." the man laughed.

"Youlian, have you not told him?"

Youlian was silent, but her expression told Li Xing that what happened back then was not that simple.

“Mr...."

Li Xing realized that he might be reckless.

"How can you let him go?" Youlian's face was deep.

"Hmph, his sword is beyond the realm of a celestial immortal. You also practice swords. I know what this means, how could I miss it?

Boy, leave the sword technique, you can leave, otherwise, you can be buried in the valley." The man smiled and shook his head, holding the sword fortune.

Whoosh ~

The man was about to move, but Youlian walked forward with a sword.

"Little brat, that's the forbidden area of ​​the sword burial in the valley. I'll hold him back and you can hurry up. If that person is still there, I may think that he could save your life back then."

A sword pierced and sent a message to Li Xing.

At this time, it is useless to blame him. He is the disciple of Jie Jian. I, Youlian, cannot let him die here.

"Unfilial daughter, this is the second time you have raised your sword to me." The man's eyes were cold and he also walked forward with the sword.

Bang~

The war is about to break out.

Li Xing looked at the sharpness of a mountain sword in the valley below, which was the direction that Youlian had just teleported to him.

Whoosh ~

Without thinking, he quickly flashed down and Li Xing went straight into the valley.

"Stop him!" The man hit Youlian with a sword and shouted.

But it was too late. Since Youlian set up a barrier at first, the disciples of the Sword in the valley were not aware of this.

Dong~

Through a ripples, Li Xing arrived.

“Wow~”

"This! It's a flying sword at the heavenly level, one, two, three... how many of them are there."

Looking at the dazzling array of broken swords in front of him, Li Xing sighed without hesitation.

This is the depth of the inner part of the Tibetan Sword Valley. It can be said that the earth has been invaded by one after another, and there is no place to settle down.

"It's really worthy of the name of hiding a sword for burial."

"Um!"

Suddenly, Li Xing was attracted by a sharp edge here.

"Not good! Someone?"

When Li Xing was shocked, he saw a man with a yellow-haired face sitting with his hands closed his eyes and cross-legged.

Just as Li Xing was carefully preparing to find a place to hide.

"Hmm?" The white-haired man felt a sense, "The breath of the sword of robbery!"

The eyes were bright and the breeze was howling by, "Who?"

Li Xing's tiptoe stopped suddenly, and it was obvious that the other party discovered his existence.

"Senior... can you recognize this sword?" Li Xing respectfully placed the sword of disaster in front of his chest.

There are all the sword fields here, and only this person's aura is as if the teacher's lady Youlian said, or in front of her.

"Haha, are you a disciple or a disciple?" The white-haired man suddenly laughed.

"..." Li Xing rolled his eyes silently, and he guessed it all at once.

"After not seeing you for a thousand years, are you okay?" the white-haired man suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Hmm? What?" Li Xing was stunned.

However, the sword in his hand rushed away at this moment.

Ding ~

The sound of the sword sounded, showing a sigh of desolation.

It turns out that the person in the mouth of this white-haired man was not Li Xing.

Looking at the sword of shaking light in his hand, the man seemed to have memories in his eyes and sighed: "Why are you here with your sword?"

"Senior..." Li Xingzong had just happened, and he explained everything and his own purpose.

"You go. For the sake of my disciple robbing the sword, I can save your life. But I have not cared about the matter in this valley for a thousand years. Since the Lord of the Broken Sword asked you to leave, why should you be obsessed?" the white-haired man shook his head and said.

"Advisor?" Li Xing was stunned, shocked in a flash, and then...

"Master Master!" Li Xing cried loudly, knelt down with a thud, and was about to launch an offensive.

"A thousand years ago, the sword of the Tribulation no longer recognized me as my master." The white-haired man interrupted Li Xing.

"Uh... I got the wrong direction." Li Xing was stunned.

This, what happened a thousand years ago, what did you do, Master.

"Let's go..." The white-haired man sighed and shook his head, waved his hand to return the sword of disaster, and looked at him, a broken sword.

Li Xing looked at him and found that it was a broken sword, or it was no longer considered a sword.

The sword body is broken, the hilt is broken...

"The cold sword leaves, but the sword is left, who wants to lose his soul, the sword is heartless and the sword is coming to his heart, the sword is burying and lamenting what will happen to the love...

The ending of the sword shouldn't be like this!"

Seeing the scenery, the heart resonated with him, Li Xing said to himself.

The sword can tell that the burial of swords is painful.

Boom~

A loud noise came, and the sword light filled the sky. The battle between the man's broken sword and Youlian had already attacked the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Valley.

Ding ~

But Li Xing was shocked by a sudden sword sound.

The battle in the sky broke out with bright light, but this forbidden area was filled with countless broken swords, all trembling.

Sadly, Li Xing was at a loss. The sound of the sword was heard from a sword that had never been moved...

"What did you do!" The white-haired man stood up, his eyes solemnly penetrated Li Xing.

"The remnant sword resonates, the sword roars across the mountains and rivers, never met for a thousand years. Last time, the sword was born, and the fairy sword flew over, but this time, is it...

It was the sword behind him!" The white-haired man was suddenly shocked.

However, at this time, Li Xing was far more shocking than the other party.

In order to feel the sword, Li Xing kept carrying a sword behind him, but the sword had never been sheathed.

It was the father's relics, the one that Li Xing went down the mountain, and the old man Xuanling asked him to take away the sword of the Demonic Sword.

"Miao Yun has never been unsheathed, and there is no waves. Why today?" Li Xing frowned between his eyebrows, feeling confused.

Whoosh ~

At this time, the Fierce Sword swept away, and all the remaining swords flew into the air.

"Zangyuan!" The white-haired man suddenly exclaimed, and it turned out that the broken sword in front of him was also leaving at this moment.

Swish~ Swish~

In an instant, the broken swords enveloped the sky. These were millions of broken swords, and the black sword cloud was like a sword cloud.

"Impossible! Why is the resonant sword dead and its power resonance all resonant... Could it be that legend?" The white-haired man was shocked.

"This sword..." Li Xing held the Miyu Sword behind him in his hand, thinking in his eyes.
To be continued...