The sect territory of Wanjian Pavilion is vast in millions of miles. There are 18 dynasties, more than 100 kingdoms, and the number of warriors exceeds one billion.

Thousands of years ago, Wanjian Pavilion rose up because of the legendary ancient sword, and the place where the legendary ancient sword appeared was the Great Xia Dynasty.

Because of this, the Great Xia Dynasty is a sword dynasty, and everyone advocates the way of practicing swords.

At this time, a hundred miles away from Gujian City, there was an endless mountain forest area, spanning endless areas.

In this area, sometimes spiritual beasts fly in the air and whistle in the air.

In the early morning, there was a white tiger in this void.

On the back of the white tiger, there was a handsome young man sitting upright on it. His eyes opened, and a strange color flashed in his dark and deep pupils, looking ahead from him.

In the field of view, there is a low mountain range.

This mountain range is quite unique, with hundreds of miles of continuous mountains and steep mountains, but its height is only a thousand meters. At the top of the mountain range is an extremely wide flat ground, as if it was cut off by a sword.

The mountain range ahead should be the sword-washing mountain range. The handsome young man put away the map and patted the tiger's back with his palm. The white tiger immediately let out a thick tiger roar, and the white light broke through the air and left the dust.

This handsome young man is naturally Chu Xingyun.

After leaving the Liuyun Dynasty, he rode a white tiger and took him five days to arrive at the Daxia Dynasty.

The mountain range in front is called the Sword Mountains, which is where the Sword Lake Pool is located.

In the past, the legendary ancient sword was born, and the sword light shocked the sky, cutting off the entire mountain range in half. Since that day, this mountain range has become famous and countless sword cultivators come here to understand, so it is called the Sword Cleaning Mountains.

At the foot of the Xijian Mountains, there is an extremely huge city called Ancient Sword City. All warriors who participate in the Wanjian Pavilion trial must come to this city.

There was still half a month before the day of the trial, but along the way, Chu Xingyun also saw many warriors, all heading towards the sword washing pool, and obviously they were also here to participate in the trial.

Before the birth of the legendary ancient sword, it was sealed in the sword washing pool. After the legendary ancient sword for thousands of years, this sword washing pool was mostly extraordinary. Otherwise, Wanjian Pavilion would not have used it as a place for trial. Chu Xingyun thought in his heart that he had never entered the sword washing pool in his previous life.

Rumble!

At this time, a dull sound came, and several rays of light bloomed in the forest below Chu Xingyun, with a thick force like the sea, which alarmed the smoke and enveloped Chu Xingyun.

Seeing this, the white tiger let out an angry roar, dispersing the smoke and dust. Chu Xingyun's eyes looked to the side, and saw several figures flashing and running towards him.

Brother, can you help me?

When those people saw the White Tiger, their speed suddenly increased, and they rushed towards Chu Xingyun frantically, and at the same time they spoke and made a sound of help.

At this time, Chu Xingyun noticed that these people were all young, and each of them had a look of weakness on their faces, and even the voices of their words seemed very weak.

Behind several young men, a row of flying spirit beasts followed.

On the back of the spirit beast, there were more than a dozen people, wearing black uniforms, holding a blade in their hands, and their faces were covered with ferocious expressions. While chasing, they made strange screams, which shocked the birds and beasts.

Soon, the young men came to Chu Xingyun. The leader was a burly young man carrying a heavy sword. His cultivation was not weak and he had reached the sixth level of Earth Spirit, but his eyes were filled with fear.

This brother, my name is Teng Qing, is the son of the King of Qingsong Kingdom. I would like to ask you to help me get rid of those robbers!

The burly young man's voice seemed to be begging, but his tone was a bit of command. When he looked at Chu Xingyun, he faintly felt a sense of arrogant attitude.

Chu Xingyun glanced lightly, and as soon as his brows frowned, the group of black-clothed robbers had already chased him. More than ten people surrounded Chu Xingyun and the others in an arc.

Another fat sheep came! A one-eyed strong man looked at Chu Xingyun, his voice filled with joy.

They and a group of robbers were hiding near the Xijian Mountains, specifically exploiting passing warriors.

During this period, as the day of trial approaches, countless warriors pass by here. Every time they take action, they can get extremely rich harvests. Teng Qing is one of the preys.

Brother, these robbers are not strong, and the strongest one is just the third level of the earth spirit, far less than you. If you help me hold these robbers, I will be rewarded in the future! Teng Qing's tone was quick, and he said, retreating while he was ready to escape at any time.

You guys are treacherous.

As soon as he finished speaking, the one-eyed strong man sneered and said disdainfully: You have been hit by my Soft Spirit San, the sea of ​​spirit is empty and cannot control the spiritual power at will, so we are hunting down. Now, you have finally encountered a life-saving straw, but you don’t mention Ruft Spirit San, wanting this kid to be a scapegoat.

However, your wishful thinking may be disappointed!

The one-eyed strong man laughed, his palms spread out, and immediately waved a pink mist.

Once this pink mist is scattered, it immediately moves with the wind and spreads to all parts of the void. The smell is fishy and sweet. If you suck it in a slightest bit, it makes people feel that the spiritual sea is empty and the spiritual power is extremely slow.

It's over!

Teng Qing's face froze, and the last trace of hope in his eyes dissipated. This pink mist was exactly what the strong man said to be soft and spiritual dispersion. Inhaling in the slightest, even he, who was at the sixth level of the Earth Spirit, would become extremely weak.

Otherwise, how could he, with the sixth level of the earth spirit, be chased and ran away with his head in his arms?

Brothers, let’s take action together and kill these guys immediately to avoid accidents. The one-eyed strong man shouted loudly, his palms flipped, and immediately grabbed a ghost-headed sword.

But, just as he was about to take action, a sharp sword light suddenly burst out, as bright as a meteorite, breaking through the pink fog and descending to him.

A click!

The moment the sword light came into contact with the ghost-headed sword, the blade body broke, and the sword light condensed to the extreme easily pierced the eyebrows of the one-eyed man, and the boiling blood was sprayed out, dyeing the sky red, and at the same time, it also took away the last touch of vitality.

The body of the one-eyed man fell from mid-air until the moment he touched the ground, the crowd came to his senses, his eyes wide open, and he could not believe this sudden scene.

call!

A strong wind swept through and blew the pink fog away.

Under the surprise of the crowd, the handsome young man in black stood quietly, leaning out his right palm slightly, pointing to the sword, and pointing coldly ahead.

Between fingers, spiritual power is constantly lingering, but it is the sharpness of a sword, whistling into sound, like an ethereal sword sound, echoing in everyone's minds.
Chapter completed!