"You said." Jian Jingtian nodded.

Lin Yun looked back at the Holy Sword Peak and pondered: "There is an altar inside the Holy Sword Peak that suppresses a foreign devil, and will come out sooner or later. That senior can still be in charge for hundreds of years, but it is still hard to say after hundreds of years. It is a hidden danger after all."

"I'm here, don't panic."

Jian Jingtian responded simply.

Lin Yun was a little stunned and then burst into laughter.

Hundreds of years later, Jian Jingtian will definitely become a saint. How strong will he be? Compared with that senior Fu Yunzi, he will only be stronger than that.

There is no reason, Lin Yun is so confident about his senior brother.

"You don't have much time left. In the end, you will strive to retreat well and make your strength even further. Compared to the alien demons hundreds of years later, I am more worried about your experience after you went to the ancient realm. Just the source of a great saint will make you guilty of the guilt."

Jian Jingtian's worried saying.

"Senior brother, will you come to the Sword Sect to see me?"

Lin Yun asked suddenly.

Jian Jingtian's smile disappeared and he fell silent for a moment.

After a long time, he whispered: "I have made a big mistake and placed the Sword Sect in a very unfavorable position. I have vowed Tian Xuanzi in the name of a swordsman that I will not leave the Fuyun Sword Sect in this life. If I want to leave, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Lin Yun quickly said, "Is there a way to avoid the swordsman's oath?

"Unless Tian Xuanzi, die!"

Jian Jingtian gritted his teeth and mentioned this person. He hated him to the extreme and said in a deep voice: "One day, I will kill him with my own hands."

Lin Yun remained silent, and he naturally supported his senior brother.

But his opponent is Tian Xuanzi, who has the most evil talent in the ancient world in the past thousand years, and now his strength is approaching the Yaoguang Sword Saint.

After Lin Yun left, Jian Jingtian re-encrypted the Holy Sword Peak and then landed in the pavilion.

When he was about to leave, his eyes fell on the word "Heaven" on the white paper. There were thirty-six strokes of this heaven, which seemed to correspond to thirty-six days.

Each sword corresponds to a different artistic conception, intersecting each other, expressing the meaning of freedom and freedom.

"Twenty-six heaven..."

Jian Jingtian was so immersed in his eyes that he murmured to himself. Suddenly, afterimages burst out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures waved their swords.

But there was always someone standing in front of Baizhi, and he seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move.

boom!

When all the afterimages overlap, an ancient word "天" appeared in front of Jian Jingtian.

Jian Jingtian picked up the white paper and pondered: "It's interesting. I still think that before he left, he passed on a ghost sword technique. Now it seems that there is no need for this. However, I have to think about the word "tian" carefully. There are so many secrets on my junior brother."

When he put away the white paper, he smiled.

He suddenly looked forward to what kind of reputation his junior brother would make after he arrived in the ancient realm.

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