"The sword is moving!"

Suddenly, the warriors in the sword pool were shocked.

The swords beside them, at their feet, or above their heads, actually trembled slightly at this moment, gradually, the frequency became higher and higher, and they kept shaking.

In the drowsy sky, a white light suddenly burst out.

Buzz! Buzz!

The sword mountains were shaking, as if the earth dragon turned over, and the sword roared like a dragon, a tiger roar, a golden sword and an iron horse, and a yellow sand, all kinds of sounds mixed together!

"This... this is the resonance of Jianshan!"

"Why are there so many of this? It seems that the entire sword pool is moving!"

"Is this really going to empty the sword pool?"

“…”

Everyone present looked at Mu Feiqing in horror as if they had seen a ghost.

The disciples who watched the fun in Langya Pavilion were all confused and fear appeared on their faces.

"Hurry, go and notify the Pavilion Master, something big will happen!"

Dozens of Langya Pavilion disciples ran away and quickly ran outside the sword pool.

"Squeeze"

At this moment, a giant sword suddenly flew up on the top of the mountain. After a slight moment, dense swords flew up immediately.

One thousand, ten thousand, three thousand or fifty thousand,

Countless spiritual swords rose into the sky, as if a white horse crossed the sky, and a loud bang in an instant, and the sky was like a sword energy coming through the clouds and the sky.

Everyone was panicked and shocked the flying swords in the sky.

This scene reappears again,

Three days ago, fear that was dominated by a sword came again.

Covering the sky and the sun.

The clouds plummeted.

Jianshan collapsed.

A continuous thunder exploded in the air, and a sword energy that boundlessly connected to the sky to tear the sky apart with a line of force.

The cold light is iron-clad, there are a large army running thousands of miles to kill, there are two armies facing each other and tragic, and there are a general who has achieved success in the dusk, thousands of bones are dry, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.

Nine thousand miles!

The Great Wall of Spirit Sword, Nine Thousand Miles!

Mu Feiqing raised his head slightly and said softly:

"There is no sword in your hand, today we will control 108,000 swords, and tomorrow..."

"Don't come!"

At this moment, an urgent sound rang out in the sky.

A ripples appeared in the void, and a line of ethereal people walked out of it and fell to the ground.

One by one, a series of Taoist people with fairy spirits fell to the ground and under the Great Wall of Sword Qi.

Some immortals carry ancient swords, some Taoists hold purple gold Taoist book, some Taoists hold whisks, and another Taoist rides auspicious white deer, singing generously, and also comes through the air with a wooden sword on his back.

As soon as these people appeared, thousands of warriors in the sword pool all held rituals and said respectfully: "I have seen all real people!"

The four people who came out were all four of the world's best in Langya Pavilion. Among them, the Pavilion Master Lin Yanjun and the Sword-holding Elder Tianyong both met with Mu Feiqing.

True Man Tianyong looked at the Great Wall of Sword Qi in the sky with sweat, swallowed his saliva, hurriedly ran to Mu Feiqing, and said, "Master Mu, you have something to discuss..."

Mu Feiqing said vigilantly: "Do you want to cheat? I just asked clearly. As long as you take it out with your ability, you can bring as much as you can bring. This is the rule set by your Langya Pavilion."

Tianyong was anxious, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "That's right, but...but..."

"It's good that you admit it. I have never seen someone as generous as you, thank you!"

Tianyong Zhenren: "..."

"Stop it with me!"

At this time, Lin Yanjun, the head of Langya Pavilion, rode a white deer and walked slowly over. His fairy style was so beautiful that he slowly walked to Mu Feiqing, just one step away from the world, as if he had endless Taoist rhyme.

Mu Feiqing felt a little scared.

This old guy is the lord of the holy land, and is said to be extremely close to the saint.

This old guy won't be strong, right?

Mu Feiqing looked at Lin Yanjun with caution and said slightly: "Lin..."

At this moment, Lin Yanjun suddenly approached Mu Feiqing, scared Mu Feiqing and was about to retreat, but Lin Yanjun grabbed him and said softly: "Mr. Mu will give you a way to survive!"

Mu Feiqing: "You are serious..."

"Brother, I've called your brother. Don't do this, can you give me a chance!"

Mu Feiqing's mouth twitched, "You old guy's fairy-like trait is fake!"

"People's Lord Lin, it won't be so, I will take 108,000..."

"Brother, your 18,000 swords have almost moved away all the truly spiritual swords of my Langya Pavilion. From now on, my sword pool will not be called the sword pool, but the sword tomb. This is the accumulation of my Langya Pavilion for thousands of years!" Lin Yanjun said anxiously.

"No, your sword here is more than 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000!"

"But they are all ordinary swords. Mr. Mu, if you do this, you will break the lifeline of my Langya Pavilion. It's not easy for everyone to come out to make trouble. Don't kill them all!" Lin Yanjun said.

Mu Feiqing was shocked and thought it was a pity.

These swords are impossible to take away today.

Langya Pavilion allowed the spirit sword to be taken away for fame and favor. Although this old guy looked kind-hearted, Mu Feiqing really wanted to take it away. He could guarantee that this old guy would definitely become fierce and evil immediately and fight to the death!

"Okay, okay," Mu Feiqing said, "But, Master Lin, you have to be more than a little bit of a good deal. I'm so useless, come to participate in your Langya Pavilion Divine Soldier Conference, give gifts, assassination, and challenge. You can't let me get any benefits!"

"What do you want for Mr. Mu?" Lin Yanjun asked.

"If you don't say it, you have to give it to the spirit swords of at least 1,800. My Mu family has a small business and so many people, but there are not many swords with a little sequel!"

"Okay!" Lin Yanjun nodded.

"In addition, you think, I have taken away a thousand eight hundred spiritual swords, unlike in your sword mountain, when I come with a sword, the saint dares to pull off the horse. But I, Mu, is so weak, with few swords, and I can't even beat the top of the human world with a sword, but there are eighty spiritual swords, and I am afraid that I will be missed by others!" Mu Feiqing said.

"What do you want to do with Mr. Mu?" Lin Yanjun asked.

Mu Feiqing smiled and said, "Of course I'm asking Langya Pavilion to protect me. Is Langya Pavilion still recruiting people? If I go out in the future, if I just want to be an elder of Langya Pavilion, and bring 180 disciples of Langya Pavilion, who will touch me, right?"

Lin Yanjun: “…”

At will, an elder!

You can try it out for me!

There are also 180 elite disciples,

You think it's a cabbage!

Mu Feiqing: "Today we will get 100,000 yuan..."

"Junior brother, don't make trouble for your family. Let's go and go with your senior brother to pay homage to all the ancestors!"

Mu Feiqing: “…”

So real!

Mu Feiqing was still confused, Lin Yanjun said loudly:

"Mr. Mu has a deep relationship with me. Today I decided to accept disciples on behalf of my master. All martial arts fellows will come to testify. A ceremony of apprenticeship will be held later. From now on, Mu Feiqing will be a disciple of my name Tian generation in Langya Pavilion!"

"Where are the disciples of Langya Pavilion? Isn't you paying homage to your junior uncle!"

Mu Feiqing: “…”
Chapter completed!