The words of the finches had just dropped, and Zhong Tianqi, Fu Meixue, and the sealing of the three men were all at the same time, and their eyes were flashing.

“Friend of the finches, do you mean that Lin Xuan is in your swordhills at this moment?”The clock asked in a loud voice.

The finnel nods, “Yes, this seat is not half-empty.”If Lin Xuan had taken the son of the dragon god and was hiding in my sword mound, how could the dragons wander outside the saber mound and be slow to leave?”

The laughter of the seal was endlessly measured: "The finnel spirit friend, Lin Xuan's son is indeed deep, and it is a great evil to the martial arts world and even the whole world."

However, the selection of the king's sword master is, after all, the final word of the people.

If the sword-shack wants to replace the emperor's sword master, is he not aware of the human will agree?"

The finnel speaks, and can’t help but whisper a little.

The strength of the sword-sacrifice is only a handful in the whole real martial arts, there is no doubt, but in the face of the mysterious human path, I am afraid it is far from enough to see.

However, it is precisely because of the fear of the human path that the finches intend to pull the other three together.

The finches want to pull the other three into the chariot and help the sword to defend against the dragon clan, but at the same time do not want to pay too much price, they plan to take Lin Xuan as bait and lure the three to hook.

He smiled slightly and smiled: "Three Dao friends, the people do not talk darkly, to deal with Lin Xuan, which does have no small risk, but this risk is more in Lin Xuan himself, rather than from the human way."

Have you ever heard of the true human race?Or, in the past, when the Ji family surrounded the emperor's sword master, the human way could have come forward to protect the emperor's sword master?

None!

The treasures of the world, the people who live in the virtues.

If Lin Xuan can save the emperor's sword, then he will return to the destiny.If he can't keep it, it can only show that he has no moral loss.

And the four of us, don't we want the forces behind us to take a step forward?

Besides, there are not a few treasures in Lin Xuan.”

In fact, this statement is not clever, but in the face of the bait he released, the other three are difficult to refuse.

For the human way, there are few people in the whole real martial arts world, except for the Ji family, who really understand.

Because the human way is far from the martial arts world in the usual sense, it is too far away.

In the eyes of the finches, Zhong Tianqi, Fu Meixue, the seal, etc., the human way, as the guardian of the human race and the royal sword, may be more symbolic than its practical significance.

Therefore, there is not much fear in the hearts of people, and their degree of fear is even better than facing the Ten Thousand.

Zhong Tianqi squinted his eyes and smiled and asked, “Friend of the finches, this matter may be a try.”

But the nobles will not wait for such a gift for no reason, will not have anything else to ask for?”

“Hahahaha!”

The finches laughed loudly, and he said with a meaningful meaning: "Brother Zhong really understands people."

Fu remembers Xue frowned, "Friend of the finches, what are the conditions to listen to."

The finnel stood up and said, “Actually, it’s not a condition.”

This seat just feels that in today's world, since the death of the Qianwu Emperor, chaos has been a long time, it is time to restore the order of the world, but also the real martial arts world is a peaceful."

“Oh?”What are the finches do?”The snowy face is fun.

"This seat believes that first of all, we should form a great alliance of martial arts in the true martial arts world, include all the big and small gate groups in the world, and eliminate some of the evil ways of doing wrong, and then use the strength of the martial arts to promote the preparation of a new court and stabilize the people of the world."

"Chen Yi, the finnel spirit friend with the world's eternal life, this seat is admired!"Only, the ally of this martial arts alliance...” The laughter of the seal of the overfishing test.

The finches smiled proudly and said, "In the position of this ally, my sword-storage should naturally not let go."

Zhong Tianqi, Fu remembered the snow, sealed three people look at each other, all see the other's eyes of the heavy color.

Fu remembers the snowy show a smile and said, "I can't imagine that the ambition of the sword is so great, but the finnel friends must not forget that the spear is now under siege by the dragon clan!"

The finnel smiled lightly, “As long as you can catch Lin Xuan, the dragon clan’s trap can be solved in an instant – huh?”

As he spoke, the finnel suddenly changed his face, revealing the look of thought.

Then he got up, waved a trick, and removed the ban on the famous sword building.

"Three friends, this seat was lost for a while, and we will discuss this matter later!"

The finnel grass left a word, and the body suddenly shot out of the window and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Zhong Tianqi, Fu remembers the snow, the seal of the three people can not help looking at each other, do not know why.

It was obvious that the finches were in great trouble, and the axle on his face could no longer be concealed.

The three people also want to follow the lively, but after all, it is in the sura, without the permission of the master's house, it is taboo to walk at will.

"I don't know what happened to the sword-storage, which would make the finches so glified."

“Did the dragons come in?”It’s not like the dragons coming in, it’s impossible to move so much!”

“Is it Lin Xuan who has made up any moths?”

...

After the finnel son left the famous sword building, he immediately continued and shot at the basalt mountain on the edge of the sword mound.

At this moment, Zhu Jianqing and Xue Qianshan have already returned to the bottom of the mountain, sitting on their knees, staring at the movement of Xuan Tie Mountain.

Perceiving the coming of the finches, they both immediately woke up from meditation and flew to the heights.

“Master, here you come!”Zhu Jian clear hand.

The finnel did not have a polite suit, and asked directly, "Older Zhu, Elder Xue, what happened in the sword prison?"

Zhu Jianqing paused slightly and said, “The subordinates do not know the situation inside the sword prison.”

His subordinates only knew that the thorns intended to enter the sword prison from the dead door not long ago.His subordinates suspected that Lin Xuan probably followed into the sword prison.”

“The wind and Lin Xuan?Damn it!It must be them!”

The look of the finches is incomparably ugly.

“Master, what happened?What happened?”Xue Qianshan asked urgently.

The finnel son said with a gloomy face: "The sword prison has happened!"The sword is out of the battle!”

Zhu Jian sighed and said with anger, “I have already said that Lin Xuan will enter the sword prison with seven killed Shao Fengfeng sword, and it will definitely happen—”

Xue Qianshan's eyes flashed, coughed twice, interrupted Zhu Jianqing's complaint, and said to the finnel son: "The boss, the matter has come, it is urgent to take back the holy city first!"The Holy Cross is the treasure of my sword, or the core of the battle of the sword, it must not be lost!"

"Good!Come with me!”

The finches did not delay, and immediately stamped their hands, and put a flowing printing mark into the basalt mountain.

Soon, a space passage appeared in front of the three men.

The finnel did not hesitate at all, and when he first stepped into the space channel, he disappeared.

Zhu Jianqing and Xue Qianshan also followed up.

After a slight distortion of space, the three appeared in a vast hall.

In the middle of the hall, you can clearly see everything outside through the dome.

The three of them soon saw Lin Xuan in the sky.

“Lin Xuan?”

“Look at it!The sword fell into his hands!”

“It has to be taken back!”

The three of them were angry.

Lin Xuan is holding the sword sheath in his hand at this moment, and the seven-kill wind sword inserted in the scabbard, and is in a state of trembling.

He did not find that at this moment in the platform below him, there were three pairs of eyes staring at him.

Even if he knew, he wasn’t in the mood at the moment.

Because just before the count, something strange happened to him.

Just now, he was caught in the sword sheath in his hand, and also wanted to escape with the seven-kill Shao Feng sword.

Then, at a certain moment, the sword-shaped light in Lin Xuan’s mind for a long time suddenly woke up.

Then, this light and shadow sword actually came out of Lin Xuan's knowledge and drilled into the sword sheath.

At that moment, Lin Xuan could clearly feel that the seven-killing wind sword and the sword sheath at the same time issued an incomparable fear.

But soon, the seven-kill Shaofeng sword lost all mood swings, and its spirit had been swallowed up.

And the spirit in the scabbard, but from fear to anger, and from anger to surrender, is the submission of the weak to the strong.

“Is this...taken away?”

Lin Xuan looked at the long sword in his hand incredulously, and suddenly felt that the sword and the sword sheath had become heavier, as if they weighed more than ten thousand pounds.

He was not sure what was going on, but vaguely felt that the basalt sword seemed to have found a body for himself, that is, a sword of seven kills Shao Feng.

The previous sword was not an entity, but a light and shadow formed by laws.

But now, it has drilled into the sword body of the seven sabers.

In this way, it has seven more squabbles on it.

But at the same time, it has become an entity, and it no longer needs to rely on the will of the human race.

Lin Xuan also did not understand whether this change was good or bad, because this change was completely beyond his cognition.

He slowly pulled out the long sword, but saw that the original hilt of the long sword with a dark golden luster, which had become dull at this moment, and the cracked all over the sword, as if a touch would break into a scum.

However, Lin Xuan felt the breath of the sword of the occult god from this maine force, and also felt a terrible taste that was difficult to control and could not be countered.

“The Thillum!Quickly leave the holy relics of my sword!Let's go to hell—"

Suddenly, a loud thud came from below.

Lin Xuan's face changed, only to see the black iron platform below, suddenly cracked a portal, from which a magnificent sword light, flying into the sky, the speed of the electricity, to him quickly shot.

Lin Xuan saw at a glance that it was the strong sword of the soul.

Moreover, this person is not too strange, it is Zhu Jianqing, who escaped from the locking dragon tower.

Zhu Jianqing's speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Xuan was too late to dodge, and almost waved the long sword in his hand without hesitation...