I Confessed My Love At The Age Of Nine And Invited Yue Lianxing To Inherit The Ten Thousand Swords A

The sky was overcast and covered with dark clouds.

There is no light.

Wei Wuya stood on the cliff, staring coldly below.

Cold wind hunting.

The hundreds of people behind him were holding various weapons and their eyes were like knives.

After coming out of the small town, Wei Wuya traveled through the stars and nights, and finally arrived on this inevitable road ahead of Yao Yue.

Three great masters.

Twelve masters.

Thirty-seven little masters.

As well as hundreds of desperadoes and disciples of Tianwaitian.

With such a "luxurious" lineup, even ordinary land gods would be afraid of three points.

Tonight, the night attack invites the moon.

The strong wind howled, and the heaven and earth were in awe.

Wei Wuya looked into the distance and grinned ferociously.

"Yao Yue will be the end of you and Yihua Palace!"

"You will pay the price for what happened back then!"

The wind is getting stronger.

Wei Wuya raised his head and looked at the sky.

Suddenly, he exclaimed, showing a terrifying expression that he had never seen before, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Ah! These dark clouds, this weather..."

Wei Wuya couldn't help but shudder.

He remembered that many years ago, he had peeked at a decisive battle.

The decisive battle between the sword master and the tyrant!

That day, it was like a dark cloud shrouded in darkness, with no light visible.

Wei Wuya, who was hiding in the dark that day, saw what the Land God was and what Sword Twenty-Three was.

Time stands still and life is extinguished.

That scene directly cast a shadow on Wei Wuya's life.

Even though many years have passed, he is still afraid.

Whenever he dreams of this scene, Wei Wuya still wakes up from the nightmare.

"Don't think blindly, don't think blindly!"

"It is impossible for such swordsmanship to appear again in this world!"

"impossible!"

"How can anyone master such a swordsmanship?"

Wei Wuya shook his head vigorously to dispel the fear from his mind.

Every time he thought of that scene, Wei Wuya would comfort himself like this.

…

The night is already deep.

The clouds were thick and there was still no light.

The carriage stopped in a valley to rest.

Chu Yun sat by the campfire and raised his eyelids to take a look.

Yao Yue Lian Xing and Hua Yue Nu had already fallen asleep sitting cross-legged on a large stone slab.

Chu Yun took out the inner elixir of martial arts and held it on his fingertips to look at it.

In the firelight, the dim luster on the inner elixir was flowing gently.

Even if he still takes it, just holding it in his hand, Chu Yun can feel the mysterious power from it.

"I hope that with the help of this thing, I can improve again."

Without any hesitation, Chu Yun took the inner elixir directly.

Snoring——

As the inner elixir of martial arts entered Chu Yun's body, a strange feeling immediately came from Chu Yun's body.

Normally, if a high-level warrior wants to break through in cultivation or obtain some kind of power, he will inevitably experience some pain.

But Chu Yun, who had taken the inner elixir of martial arts, not only did not feel this way, but instead felt light all over.

Even, I can't feel the existence of my body at all.

That feeling is like the soul leaving the body.

"This inner elixir seems a little different!"

Chu Yun slowly felt it.

There was no surge of breath, just a trickle.

However, whether it is the martial arts scriptures or the Holy Spirit Sword Technique that has not yet been integrated, they are all pulled and moved by this trickling stream.

"What a magical power."

Chu Yun feels that his body is getting lighter and lighter...

"Huh?" Suddenly, Chu Yun frowned slightly.

He noticed that someone seemed to be coming.

Many, many people.

Moreover, they are all filled with murderous intent!

Hundreds of people!

Chu Yun's heart moved.

Who could it be?

He did not get up immediately, but pretended not to know anything and continued to feel the changes in his body.

…

Yao Yue is sitting cross-legged on the big stone slab to rest.

His pure white clothes were spotless.

A gust of wind blew by, raising her long flowing hair.

Suddenly, Yao Yue felt a chill.

Such a familiar feeling.

what is that?

Yaoyue opened her eyes.

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

It's murderous!

"Something's wrong!" Yaoyue suddenly stood up and looked around with cold eyes.

The moment Yao Yue woke up, Lian Xing and Hua Yuenu also woke up.

Countless birds were startled, flapping their wings and circling in the dark sky.

The surroundings were covered in endless killing intent.

Yaoyue Lianxing protected Chu Yun almost at the same time.

Zheng——

The blue blood in Yao Yue's hand was shining out of her body, and the cold sword edge reflected her even colder eyes.

"Who? Get out!"

In the distance, there was the sound of wheels rolling, and a disgusting laughter echoed throughout the valley.

"Hey hey hey..."

"Yaoyue, you discovered me."

"After so many years, your cultivation has become stronger, hehehe..."

A short dwarf came from the darkness in a wheelchair.

Yaoyue's eyes were cold, she frowned and shouted, "Wei Wuya!"

"That's right, hehehe...it's me!" Wei Wuya's twisted face became increasingly clear in the night.

"Yao Yue." Wei Wuya looked at Yao Yue with eyes filled with greed and hatred.

"Today, I'm here to kill you. Not only will you die, but everyone in Yihua Palace will die too!"

As the words fell, figures jumped out of the darkness and blocked both sides of the valley.

Each of them holds a sword and their eyes are like knives.

In the blink of an eye, the place was surrounded by hundreds of people!

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