Spirit Sword Sovereign

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The chill of the endless snow, which has been frozen for thousands of years, is cold and biting. Chu Xingyun's injury is already serious. Long stays, intense mood swings, and uncontrolled drinking all make him hurt. hurt.

When Chu Xingyun woke up, it was two days later.

At the moment when he was in a coma, Taixu Ling Python rescued him, smashed the void directly, and instantly returned to the courtyard deep in Wanjian Mountain.

When Shui Qianyue saw the dying Chu Xingyun, she was almost scared to faint on the spot. Chu, who was still a toddler, fell over and fell on the ground to cry, the courtyard, and suddenly made a mess.

Fortunately, after two days of careful care, Chu Xingyun gradually recovered from his coma, but his body was still weak and his eyes were deep, without a word.

Seeing him like this, Shui Qianyue was very sensible and didn't ask much, taking care of Chu Wuyi and Chu Xingyun without telling anyone about it as if this had never happened.

The only difference is that during this time, Shui Qianyue hid Chu Xingyun's spirits, and Chu unintentionally, like deliberately, shattered the hip flask in the courtyard and piled up the pink and dull face Disgusted.

In addition, the courtyard is peaceful.

After seven days, Chu Xingyun's injury finally improved, and he was able to get out of bed and walk, but his body was still weak, wearing a mink robe, looking at the flying snow, and coughing from time to time.

On this day, Chu Xingyun did not retreat in the courtyard as he did in the past. He put on the black clothes again, carrying the sword of the black hole, and accompanied by Shui Qianyue, walked out of the courtyard.

Many people gathered in the Wanjian Hall.

Wu Jingxue's presence, Mo Wanggong's presence, Baili Mania's presence all day long, Ning Lefan and Xia Qingcheng were also present. All the elders and high-ranking people in Wanjian Pavilion had long been waiting, and everyone was looking forward to it. Eyes, staring deeply at Chu Xingyun.

At the same time, outside the Wanjian Hall, all forces, ancient cities, sect gates, and lords of the Northern Wasteland came to Wanjian Pavilion, looking around curiously. "A year ago, Wanjian Pavilion broke through Jiuhan Palace. We in Qixinggu finally didn't have to endure the slavery of Jiuhan Palace. It was only the life and death of the pavilion's peace. There was no news for him. Today, he made a speech to mourn the war death. The hero of the martyr, it can be seen that he is not seriously injured as rumored

Governance, this is the blessing of my Wanjian Pavilion! "

"The deceased is dead, Wan Jian lives forever, and the Patriarch gathers us here and mourns. Such a benevolent and righteous person is really rare. What's more, without the Patriarch's shot, our endless snow will not develop to the point where we are today. "

"The patriarch vigorously promotes benevolence and establishes many commercial roads in the northern wasteland. In just one year, cities across the country have developed rapidly, and there will be no war and turmoil. How can we not support it?"

Many lords of the forces spoke out, either from the Seven Star Valley, or from the endless snow, and even many people came from remote areas. Between the words, the face is full of respect and support.

However, there are also indifferent generations in the crowd. They looked around and looked carefully at the entire Wanjian Pavilion. Even if they talked aloud, there were only a few sentences, which showed a sense of arrogance.

They are also the masters of power, scattered all over the northern wasteland. Although they did not stand on the opposite side of the Wanjian Pavilion, they also caused some confusion and rebellious intentions.

At this time, in the Wanjian Hall, a figure finally stepped out and came into the vision of everyone.

Suddenly, the sound of discussion that filled the space dissipated. Everyone felt a sharp shock, and the subconscious raised his spine. His eyes focused on the Wanjian Hall, and his eyes were fixed.

Click, click, click ...

Under the watch of the crowd, a series of subtle footsteps sounded, the crowd moved the pace and gave way to a passage, and at the end of the field of vision, Chu Xingyun appeared in black.

I saw him walking slowly, face Pang Junyi, eyes deep, the black sword behind him was unsheathed, but Jianguang rushed into the sky, tearing off a heavy cloud, and suppressing the atmosphere of the whole space. Live, the crowd, unable to breathe.

"It's a strong power, this is the real master of the Northern Wilderness!" A faint sigh rang out in the crowd. In an instant, this thought was deeply imprinted in the depths of everyone's mind, a strong feeling of worship , Burst out of the body.

"Have seen the patriarch!"

The sounds of awe were in uniform, and at the same instant, all the lords of the forces knelt on one knee, their heads drooping, and they dared not look directly at Chu Xingyun's eyes.

Among them, the masters of those rebellious minds are so impressive.

When they saw Chu Xingyun, the rebellion and disturbing thoughts in their hearts no longer existed. This power is just like the Lord of heaven and earth. Compared with them, they are no different from humble ants, and they chose instantly. Surrender. "A year ago, I led the army to the endless snow, broke the nine cold peaks, and slaughtered the night blood skirt to save the northern wasteland from slavery. Since then, I have retreat in Wanjian Mountain, and few have come forward. The big and small things are also handed over to the elders, but some areas of the northern wasteland have appeared

Chaos. "

Chu Xingyun spoke out indifferently, and his words made the hearts of certain forces twitch madly. They panicked and looked up at Chu Xingyun. They felt that Chu Xingyun ’s gaze, like a sword, seemed to be just a look. Can kill them. Just as they were ashamed, Chu Xingyun smiled faintly and continued: "However, the northern wasteland now has been taken under the control of Wanjian Pavilion, with 10 billion people and one heart, all these subtle confusions will eventually disappear completely. Otherwise, how can we withstand the countless heroes who died in battle

. "" The northern wasteland can have today's tranquility, not only by the efforts of Wanjian Pavilion, but also by the fighting of the heroes to kill the enemy. They may come from your side or your friends and family, whether it is For ourselves, or for thousands of heroes, we should all work together

Advance and revitalize the northern wasteland. "

As the last voice fell, Chu Xingyun's breath became sharper. All the people in the Wanjian Pavilion stared at the same time, the breath bloomed, and the sword turned into the sky, suddenly stood between the heavens and the earth.

Buzz!

Jianyin screamed, and the void oscillated.

This sword is like a miracle.

The crowd below raised their heads and stared deeply at this scene, and their faces burst into heat and deep thought. Even many people stood up and quietly exuded a magnificent breath and merged into the sword of Lingtian . It was also at this moment that the sword of Lingtian became very tall, standing on the ground, imposing and mighty, and seemed to be immortal, even if it was separated by hundreds of miles, it could be clearly seen!