Sword Master Ling Tian

Ziyunzong, Zicang Mountain, Xijian Peak.

Ziyunzong is located in Zicang Mountain on the southwestern edge of Yunzhou in the southern region, backed by the Datang Empire, looking south to Shiwan Mang Mountain, and Zi Cang Mountain is full of strange peaks, stretching for thousands of miles.

On the sword washing peak, a sword washing pool was shining with a fiery stream of light. The water in the pool was extremely hot, and the tumbling bubbles were already boiling.

"Wow..."

But at this moment, water splashed in the pool, and a figure suddenly appeared.

"Papa..."

His bare and red feet stood on the slate beside the pool, and the water dripped, steaming steaming.

"not dead."

Ling Tian opened his eyes and his first reaction was that he was not dead!

He remembered very clearly that he forged 50,000 swords in ten years according to the method of forging swords recorded in the ancient book, until the last sword was completed, a ray of sword light flew by.

I lost all consciousness.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Ling Tian suddenly held his head and squatted by the sword washing pool, Tian Xuan turned around, and a stream of information forcibly rushed into his mind, picture after picture, and slides generally flashed.

I don't know how long it took, but when Ling Tian opened his eyes again, his expression was only unwilling and angry.

Ling Tian, ​​you are such a waste!

This body is also called Ling Tian, ​​entered the Ziyun Sect four years ago and became a sword slave.

After two years of washing the sword and two years of repairing the sword, to the triple level of the pure body, one can get rid of slavery and become an outer disciple.

But Ling Tian was poorly qualified and weak in nature. He didn't fight or grab. The disciples in this sword washing pool were all insulting him, and one person was forced to do the task of washing the sword of three people.

Two years ago, he was replaced by someone who was promoted to the peak of Jian Xiu. The sword was cleaned here, staying for four years, and one wash was 50,000 swords!

Not only that, just yesterday, Wang Lin, a disciple of Xijianfeng, broke an outside disciple’s saber and blamed him on it. Wang Lin, together with other sword slaves, threw Ling Tian into the hot one. Inside the sword pool!

Be angry with its injustice, hate its injustice!

In this world, the strength is respected, and the strength is weak, so it can be slaughtered by others!

"call!"

Taking a deep breath of hot air, Ling Tian's eyes gradually sharpened.

"Well, since you live again, you are me! Let me, let the name Ling Tian, ​​be famous all over the world, proud of Jiuzhou!"

Next to the sword washing pond, there is a simple hut.

In order to save time for sword washing, Ling Tian endured the scorching heat and stayed here day and night, just to squeeze a little time for cultivation.

On the dilapidated headboard, Ling Tian sat cross-legged and took out a worn-out envelope from under the mattress. This was a letter from a year ago. Ling Tian had nostalgic for her, and she was the mother and young sister at home.

Opening the envelope and seeing the baby girl pattern outlined by the clumsy brushstrokes, Ling Tian's nose was sore, and his heart softened.

The few lines in the letter are full of words of concern.

"Brother, you don't have a lot of income. Save yourself to practice. When you become stronger, Niuniu is waiting for you to come back and pick us up!"

Tears fell on the paper along his cheeks, Ling Tian's heartbreaking pain.

Four years, he didn't hate it!

But for the money, in order to make the mother and sister live better, in order to prevent them from being bullied, he endured all these grievances!

Putting the envelope next to him, Ling Tian was about to get up.

But I heard a few sounds outside the sword washing pond.

"Wang... Brother Wang, the temperature in this sword washing pool is extremely high, that kid won't die!"

"Hmph, what about if you die? I don't want to hide it from you. I cut off the family pay he sent home a year ago. Even if there is no such thing, he will die!"

"What?! Brother Wang, how can you..."

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"What are you afraid of? My cousin Wang Tao is the deacon of Liangfeng. He Ling Tian is a sword slave. Death is like a dead dog. He is still a cheap dog who has washed our swords for two years!"

Inside the broken house, Ling Tian heard this sentence, his chest exploded with anger, and within his dantian, fierce energy flew!

Cut my salary a year ago!

How did the mother and sister live this year? !

They must not eat well, they must not wear warm clothes, and they will be bullied by others!

They will worry about me day and night, thinking that something happened to me!

They must wash their faces with tears, wondering where this waste of me is!

Wang Lin, Wang Tao, you are so cruel!

You are all going to die!

With a loud shout, Ling Tian's feet shook, bursting out like a cannonball.

At the edge of the sword washing pond, Wang Lin and the two sword slaves were looking at them. They turned their heads when they heard the sound. They were shocked when they saw Ling Tian rushing out of the broken house.

"How could it be! I clearly pushed him down yesterday!"

"It's not a ghost, this kid looks so scary!"

Wang Lin was fifteen years old, and he was a tall man. He was also frightened at this time.

"Ling Tian, ​​what are you doing?!"

Ling Tian's feet were like the wind. At this moment, he felt blood spurting all over his body, surging with energy, and said in a cold tone, "What are you doing? Of course I want to kill you!"

"Kill me? You are looking for death!"

Wang Lin was awe-inspiring, Ling Tian was just a waste of skin and bones, and he is now a double waste of blood after refining!

With a loud shout, Wang Lin flew up to meet him, like a tiger descending from the mountain!

Tiger Fist!

Throwing out both fists, hunting for the wind, straight to Ling Tian.

"Huang Tier's low-grade martial arts! Brother Wang is really amazing, this martial arts has already begun to see the way!"

"That's right, Ling Tian doesn't even have martial arts skills, so he wants to kill Brother Wang, really looking for death!"

Wang Lin has the help of Wang Tao, and it is not difficult to obtain a martial arts. In the eyes of the two sword slaves, the gap between the first and second levels of the pure body is too large, let alone the blessing of martial arts? !

"Tiger Fist?! But so!"

Ling Tian was obsessed with swordsmanship in his previous life, obsessed with ancient martial arts, and is a master of Tai Chi, and he is also an original and fierce Tai Chi genre. To him, this Wang Lin's tiger fist is nothing but a fist embroidering his legs, incredibly slow!

The two shook each other, Ling Tian waved his hand first as a Tai Chi, let go of Wang Lin's fist, and then took advantage of his strength to step up and flash behind him!

"roll!"

Ling Tian directly pushed his hand and took advantage of his strength to send Wang Lin out, and then suddenly turned his palm into a fist, and landed on Wang Lin's back with a bang!

Click!

The sound of broken back bones sounded.

Wang Lin flew directly back to the sword washing pond, screaming like a pig.

shock!

The two sword slaves both opened their mouths and looked at the scene in front of them incredible!

"The strength can break the bones, the pure body is double!"

"Ling Tian has a double body! Brother Wang is not an opponent!"

In their eyes, Ling Tian's set of boxing techniques was absolutely amazing!

Ignoring the meeting, Ling Tian leaped behind Wang Lin, and stretched out his hand to pinch his neck: "Say, who instructed you to intercept my family income!"

Wang Lin is nothing but a little sword slave, and Liang doesn't have the guts!

"Yes... it's my cousin Wang Tao, he said.. He said that I was short of money for breaking through the quintessence body triple, let me cut off your pension!" Wang Lin's pinched face flushed, and he uttered a difficult voice.

"what!?"

Ling Tian's face suddenly changed ugly.

For his own sake, Wang Tao used this method to steal his mother and sister's life-saving money!

Damn it!

"Where is Wang Tao now?!"

"On Zongshi Peak, he has just entered the Cuitai Triple, and is about to enter the outer door!"

"Crack!"

There was another bone bang, and Ling Tian exerted force on his hands and directly squeezed Wang Lin's neck. If something happens to his mother and younger sister, these people will not be redeemed for a hundred deaths!

"Huh!"

Throwing Wang Lin's body into the sword washing pond with one foot is also worthy of the crime!

"You know what to say, a month later, the outside door came to me for an antidote!"

Ling Tian stuffed the two mud beads into the mouths of the two sword slaves.

Now, these two sword slaves can't be killed, otherwise he will be very troublesome.

"Thank you for your mercy, thank you for your mercy! It was Wang Lin who accidentally slipped and fell in!" The two sword slaves kowtow.

Ling Tian got up, took out a jade-green fluorescent sword in the sword slot by the sword washing pool, carefully wiped the sword back into its sheath, and then looked at the direction of Zongshi Peak, and the killing intent was surging in his eyes!

"Wang Tao, the next one is you!"

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