Legend of the Great Saint

Tibetan sword palace, broken water peak.

Yin Pin 愁 holding his broken water sword tightly in his hands, his forehead against the hilt, squatting in the dark cave house.

He has maintained this posture for a long time, and his anger, shame, hatred, and sorrow are like the tide of darkness. His heart has always come.

"I am a sword repairer, a famous sword, and the star of hope of the Tibetan sword palace. One day, sooner or later, it will become a big sword repair, and may even become the palace of the Tibetan sword palace, but why, why would I lose?"

And it was so ugly to lose, in front of many of the same door, lost face.

"The palace master clearly knows that the person has spent three days of robbery, why not tell me, let me go to this shame!"

He seems to be asking himself, and he is asking questions to the broken water sword. From a long time ago, the two were united, with the heart as the sword and the sword as the heart.

"Because you are too weak!" A sound suddenly sounded, and the water-cutting sword trembled slightly. He couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the sword, or the voice of the heart, muttering to himself: "I am too weak?"

He shook his head violently: "No, I have already spent the second day of robbery. How can I be weak when I become a sword master?"

"Weak than Li Qingshan!" The voice said.

If the Yin Pin is struck by lightning, the name is like a nightmare. He is high above him, laughing at his weakness. He can't even have the confidence to fight with it.

"What is kendo?"

"A demon slayer, a singer?"

"Wrong, the sword is the killing device, there is no good and no evil, and there is nothing chirking. The sword is cold, it is killing, it is proud of the world, it is invincible!"

Yin Pin stunned for a moment and could not speak.

"You have to be stronger! You can be stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan!" The voice snarled loudly. The tremble of the water-cutting sword is getting louder and louder and becomes a strange tone.

"I want to be stronger, I can still be stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan!" Yin Pin sings in the light. Cold and fierce.

"Kill Li Qingshan!" said Yin Pinyu, hearing his voice blending with the voice. Resounding in the dark cave house.

If someone is here, they will hear that Yin Pinhao is talking to himself in two different tones.

......

A paper boat drifted with the wind, and Qing Qing was quietly lying in the boat, staring at the blue sky.

Yu Zijian is facing the green, sitting on the bow of the boat, holding his cheek on his hand, and his head is not back: "Brother. What are you thinking?"

"Thinking about my childhood, I grew up in the Tibetan sword palace. All the brothers and sisters are like relatives. Although the palace owner is not screaming, it is always very tolerant to me, like a father. It’s much more powerful. I’ve been afraid of her since I was a child, like Yan’s mother, Xuan Ri’s brother...”

Fu Qing's voice is low and erratic. Almost to drift in the air.

"Xuan Ri's brother is a gentle and cordial elder brother! Although I did not grow up in the Tibetan Sword Palace, I can understand your brother's mood. When I was at the Sword Mountain, everyone was like a brother and sister." Yu Zijian has some memories.

"You do not understand……"

"Yes? Ah! Brother, how are you crying? Is it a pain in the wound? Or is it worried that the repair can't be recovered? Didn't the master say it? Your repairs will definitely be restored!"

Yu Zijian turned her head and saw that Fu Qing was already in tears, helping her to wipe her tears. She had never seen him look so weak.

"You do not understand……"

Fu Qingying gently shook his head, compared to the injury on his body, the destruction of the destruction, there is a deeper pain and despair, really tearing his heart, chewing all those good memories, looking back at the broken hand Sword, always thought that there are still some things that will not become a ruin.

"It doesn't matter, I am just a little uncomfortable in my heart. Where is it here? How far is it from the Tibetan Sword Palace?" Fu Qingxuan asked, he was all the way to the heart, even the location, the distance of flight did not estimate.

"I just arrived at Baitufu. It is already two thousand miles away from the Tibetan Sword Palace. Although this boat is stable, it is too slow to fly. Brother, where are we going to stop the boat?"

Yu Zijian’s heart is very strange. Fu Qing’s book is to understand the spirit of the Qing Dynasty, but it never stops.

"Then stop and stop!" Fu Qing said.

"There is just a wasteland below, no ruins!" Yu Zijian said.

"It is under the tree." Fu Qingqi sat up and pointed to a dead wood on the wasteland.

"Ok!"

The boat floated and fell, and the Qingjian sword got up. Yu Zijian wanted to help him and was pushed away by him.

"Deep a pit, deeper!" Fu Qingying pointed to the bottom of the dead wood.

"Yeah!" Yu Zijian pulled out the purple sword, and the purple light whirls, and then a deep pit is found. There are countless broken roots, and they all die.

"The soil of the White House is not white! Give me the sword."

Fu Qingying reached out and Yu Zijian handed the purple sword to his hand.

Fu Qingying looked at the Qingxu Ziyan in his hand. He once thought that this was the fate of their destiny. It turned out to be a fantasy. So he gently thrown it, and the Qingshen sword and the purple sword fell into the deep pit.

"Brother?" Yu Zijian's eyes wide open, unknown.

"Turn off the connection with the purple sword, add the soil!" Fu Qingying closed his eyes.

"Ah!" Yu Zijian simply doubts whether Fu Qingyi is crazy. For Jian Xiu, almost the sword is in the people, the sword is forgotten, let alone the two famous swords.

"Don't ask more, I will tell you later."

Fu Qingying’s voice is very weak, but full of decisive.

If it wasn't for the Qingxu sword to be cut off, the idea of ​​inheritance would be ruined. If it was not severely damaged by the sneaky scorpion and destroyed the spirituality of the sword, he might never find this secret.

"That... that's okay!" Yu Zijian decided to go along with the green, and then quietly remembered the place, and then dig it out later.

......

Hua Chengzan supported the one-handed kneeling with his right hand, and the long hair draped down and landed. He slowly shook his head: "I don't know ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then you know that you are actually harming him?" The voice is cold and majestic.

"I don't know." Hua Chengzan shook his head again.

"Hey, I think of you as a smart person, and I have cultivated you a lot. I didn't expect to make such a foolish thing in the end."

"The palace owner, you are overestimating me. If I am really smart, how can I come to the Tibetan sword palace?" Hua Cheng praised a slight smile.

Ji Xuan was kneeling down next to Hua Zun, and held the chin of the flower with his hand. His face still had a gentle smile, but his eyes were full of regrets. "Hua Shidi, with your talent, you used it." In a few years, I will be able to juxtapose with me, but I did not expect that you will self-destruct the future."

"At that time, am I still me?" Hua Chengzan asked.

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