After listening to the story of sword 13.


    Ye guchen and others were silent.


    The killing intention of Jian Jiu and others dissipated silently.


    What else can they say?


    If they stand in the position of sword 13, they can only passively accept their sad fate.


    "Why don''t you tell us all this?" Jian Jiu clenched his teeth and didn''t know whether it was hate or sadness.


    "What''s the use of telling me? If the news leaks, my sister will be executed directly..." jianshisan smiled miserably.


    Ye guchen sighed deeply, looked at jian13 and said, "jian13, look back. You still have a chance to make up. You can also be Jianzi to help the jiandynasty and deal with the Chinese family."


    Jian thirteen shook his head, his body as haggard and his heart as dead.


    "It doesn''t matter. I can''t even protect my close relatives. What''s the use of this sword position?"


    "What''s the use of the sword in your hand?"


    "What''s the use of my life?"


    Sword thirteen looked up at the sky and smiled miserably, and the bloody liquid slipped from the corners of his eyes.


    I don''t know whether it''s blood or tears


    Seeing that the state of Jian 13 was wrong, ye guchen frowned and hurriedly flashed out.


    "Dugu wubai, I owe Jian Xi this life. Now give it back to her."


    "I just hope to bury my sister and I together after death, because she was afraid of cold and loneliness when she was a child..."


    In the sword thirteen''s hand, the bloody sword flashed.


    The blade turned upside down and penetrated his chest and heart.


    Warm blood, Biao Fei!


    "Sword Thirteen!"


    Jian Jiu, Jian Jinghong and others changed their faces.


    Pooh


    Jian thirteen fell to the ground, still holding his sister.


    "Little... Little sister... The yellow spring is too cold... Have a brother with you..."


    "Don''t be afraid..."


    Sword thirteen smiled at the corner of his mouth, said the last sentence of his life and stopped breathing.


    The atmosphere was terrible.


    "Damn it..." sword nine breath riot, his first time so rude.


    "Hua family, I will witness your destruction with my own eyes!" Jian Jinghong clenched his fist and flashed an extreme cold in his eyes.


    If it were not for the Chinese family, there would be no tragedy of Jian 13!


    In the final analysis, the culprit is the five pseudo Saint families!


    "Hey..." ye guchen sighed.


    As the soul of the sword demon, his joys and sorrows have long been common.


    But at this moment, I still can''t help sighing.


    To put it bluntly, it''s all because of strength.


    If sword 13 has great strength, tragedy may be avoided.


    Just like ye guchen, if he had strong power, he would not watch Su Jianshi be sealed into the emperor''s sword and taken away by Emperor Haotian when he was in the wilderness plain.


    "You still need strength. After you go back this time, you have to start sacrificing and refining your body."


    Ye guchen strengthened her determination to become stronger.


    Whether it is sacrificial refining and separation, or reshaping the Shenfu, it is a means to become stronger.


    Later, ye guchen and his party buried the thirteen brothers and sisters of Jian in a peach blossom forest and set up an unknown monument.


    Ye guchen holds the ghost face mask in her hand.


    He finally understood why jianshisan wore this ghost mask that looked like a child''s toy on his face.


    Because his sister gave it to him.


    "Jian 13, I will surely witness the destruction of the Chinese family with this ghost face."


    Ye guchen murmured and included the mask into yuan ring.


    After some emotion, they left.


    Jianjiu and others want to go back to jianhuangling and report the matter to Kendo alliance.


    Ye guchen was alone and separated from them.


    Because he has one more thing to do.


    That is to give the fruit of the holy way to lengqianhen.


    Ye guchen can predict that the five pseudo Saint aristocratic families will never give up.


    The next test is the biggest catastrophe of the sword Dynasty.


    It would be very helpful for the next situation of the sword Dynasty if we could draw lengqianhen, the strong one.


    Leng qianhen has been practicing in the sword tomb.


    Ye guchen hurried to Tianjian ridge, the location of the sword tomb.


    A few days later, ye guchen came to the sword tomb in Tianjian ridge.


    The chaos of the sword Dynasty has not been completely settled.


    Therefore, the usual extremely popular sword tomb is also sparsely populated, and few people can be seen.


    Ye guchen''s body flashed and directly stepped into the sword tomb.


    Now the sword Qi in the sword tomb has no threat to ye guchen.


    He has the sword intention of all things at the level of creation, and the threat of this sword is useless to him.


    Soon, ye guchen went deep into the cultivation ground of lengqianhen.


    It was covered with snow and frost.


    "Come in."


    Before ye guchen stepped into it, the sound of cold thousand marks came to his ears.


    It must be lengqiantrace who sensed the arrival of Ye guchen.


    Ye guchen''s figure flashed in and saw the cold thousand marks at a glance.


    Lengqianhen sits on the hill with long gray hair, like frost and snow.


    There are two crisscross scars on his face, and his eyes are like cold stars outside the sky.


    His temperament, as always, is arrogant and cold, like a lone wolf in the snow.


    "Master lengqianhen." ye guchen arched his hand slightly.


    "Ye guchen, you''re here. I''ve heard about the ten thousand demon nest. You''re really lucky." Leng qiantrace said faintly.


    During the journey of the holy Dynasty, Tianjiao fell down a lot, some of the venerable also fell down, and even some of the pseudo saints died.


    It''s really a blessing for ye guchen to come back alive.


    "Just a fluke." ye guchen said with a faint smile.


    "Well, what can I do for you this time? Didn''t I send a message to you?" Leng qianhen asked.


    He never thought that ye guchen came to give him the fruit of the holy way.


    "Elder, have you forgotten our agreement? I''m here to fulfill it," said Ye guchen.


    "Agreed... Is it..."


    In Leng qianhen''s eyes, a wisp of doubt flashed first, and then he was surprised in his eyes.


    With the character of lengqiantrace, he can show his surprise. It can be seen how much vibration has been produced in his heart.


    "I''m lucky not to betray my life." when ye guchen turned his wrist, a fruit branded with the smell of the law of the holy way appeared in his hand.


    When this fruit appears.


    The surrounding void is like a holy law, and the runes are looming.


    The cold thousand marks are slightly disordered, and the flying snow is flying all over the sky, indicating his inner restlessness.


    "Is this the fruit of the holy way?" Leng qiantrace stared at the fruit.


    "That''s right." ye guchen nodded slightly.


    Cold thousand trace breathed out a breath.


    He did not doubt that ye guchen was lying, let alone the fruit of the holy way.


    Because lengqiantrace itself is a strong pseudo saint.


    His understanding of the law is not very deep, but it is definitely not shallow.


    It can be felt that the power of the law in the fruit of the holy road is indeed the essence left by the saints.


    "Ye guchen, do you know the value of the fruit of the holy way?" Leng qianhen took a deep breath, pressed down the vibration at the bottom of his heart, and stared at ye guchen.


    "Nature knows that the fruit of the holy way is almost priceless, especially for the strong pseudo saint." ye guchen said truthfully.


    "Are you willing to give it to me?" Leng qianhen asked.


    "Although the fruit of a sacred way is valuable, it can''t compare with a promise made by Ye. Ye will never go back on his word!"


    Ye guchen''s words are sonorous and resolute!