Lin Xuan did not want to return the shackles because he had just discovered not long ago that the sword sheath of the holy den was able to nourish the royal sword and repair the cracks in the sword.

Although the repair speed is very slow, it is still very rare.

According to the saying of the emperor, the sword of the emperor is to kill the sword of the seven sausages, and it is estimated that it can be used up to three or five times, and the sword body will completely collapse because it cannot withstand the power of the emperor's sword.

But now, the sacramental scabbard can actually repair the sword body, which is very precious to Lin Xuan, so that he can use the emperor's sword several times before the sky changes.

How can Lin Xuan give up such a good thing?

As for the finches, the master of the holy sword sheath, he could not afford the clouds, but Lin Xuan did not worry much.

After all, he is also a person who is a mountaineer, and even the Qing emperor did not say that he must give up the sword sheath, which shows that the human path can still be covered.

As for the second condition of the finches, it is even less likely that he will return the hundreds of sword-scarb criminals who have been taken from the sword prison.

These hundreds of swords can survive in the cruel sword prison, each of them is a person in the dragon and phoenix, they originally had a change of heaven and above the cultivation, there are dozens of gods, just give them a few years, they will return to the peak, become Lin Xuan's powerful paws.

Moreover, Cui Liang and others have been thrown into the first floor of the time tower by Lin Xuan, accelerating the recovery of strength in time, and it takes only a few months to return to the peak state.

In a few months, he will have a strong and loyal enough sword guard in his hand, which is enough to push up the strength of the same, and will also make the same thing as the strength of the major super forces.

Ask Lin Xuan to eat the fat in his mouth, how can he spit it out?

Therefore, Lin Xuan had already made a decision in his heart.

“What if I don’t agree with your terms?”Lin Xuan Dao.

The finches shook their heads and sighed, regretting: "Lin Xuan, the real martial arts industry is very lucky, you have only three points, why do you still refuse to be satisfied?"

You have all kinds of opportunities in the body, in the future days, you only need to be self-sufficient, the opportunity into strength, the future of the world will certainly have your place.

Even it is impossible for you to grow into a veritable royal sword master.

Why do you have to fight for something that is useless?Do you know that this is likely to bury the great situation that you have worked hard to create for many years, is it worth it?”

Lin first heard the words, without a non-committal smile.

From the next door, he took a sword like a fire, gently rubbed the sword, and said:

“The old man said this.My generation of warriors exists in the heavens and the earth, like the boat against the water, and retreats without advancing.

I do have all the great opportunities in me, but if I really want to hide this and silently digest the opportunity, will the world allow it?Are you allowed to spears?Will the demon lake, the dark temple, and even the Ji family give me time to develop?

Since it is difficult to be stable regardless of whether it is in progress or retreat, am I Lin Xuan and the people who are slaughtered?

As for the things that are necessary and unnecessary to me, it is precisely what is difficult for me to let go.”

This is actually his heart.

He from a low-lying meat target, hard work for decades, to this step, can be described as a difficult and dangerous, countless times to escape, very difficult.

But in his efforts, he has obtained a rich report, and now he has a great position of power, and various cultivation resources such as divine weapons and weapons have also been endless.

If you change to ordinary people, you may be at ease with pleasure, so you are silent and stop, because even if you lie in your current home, it is enough for him to live for the rest of his life.

Lin Xuan, however, knew that he could not stop.

Once stopped, he will not only be farther and farther away from the Boulevard of the Holy One, but may even be difficult to preserve even what he currently has.

He can only go forward, desperately to capture all the resources he needs, step by step to enrich himself, and forge ahead toward the peak of the holy road.

The finches looked at Lin Xuan and sighed: "Lin Xuan, it seems that your mind is determined, the old man can't convince you."

You have your way, and the old man has the way.If you refuse to agree, then let someone else talk to you.”

Then he turned away and left Lin Xuan alone.

Lin Xuan did not look at the finnel son, he gently put down the sword in his hand, cold voice:

"The head of the finches, this seat is here today with the Buddha, there is indeed the idea of peace talks with the nobles, but the conditions of the noble school, it is really lack of sincerity."

If so, then we will follow the rules, what means of the sura, Lin Mou is then, Lin Mou is also trying to see the prestige of the three thousand-year-old sect of Sikorship!"

The finnel son walked slightly, smiled coldly, and slowly disappeared.

In the empty sword Pavilion floor, in addition to a thousand hilts of the sword, only Lin Xuan stood in the middle of the hall.

He spit softly, took out a silver helmet, clasped it on his head, and guarded his head tightly.

Almost at the same time, the entire temple space suddenly distorted and changed, and Lin Xuan's figure disappeared.

With a slight vertigo, Lin Xuan saw the day again.

However, this day is no longer the day of the true martial arts, and this day is no longer the day of the true martial arts.

This is a strange little world, without the slightest vitality, but more a strange breath.

At the foot of the endless black soil, and farther away, it is a towering, rolling black mountain.

Standing in this world, Lin Xuan vaguely smelled a "Ominous" smell, which seems to be a cursed heaven and earth, grass is not born, and no half of the living creatures, but occasionally you can see some Mori's white bones, which is out of step with the black earth of the earth.

Apparently, he was ingested into a secret treasure space.

Lin Xuan's eyes are cold as iron, his heart is not flustered, he is very convinced that with his current strength and means, enough to deal with all the threats that are coming.

Ten miles away on a hill, a beautiful and evil young man appeared to look at Lin Xuan.

"I can't imagine that I came out for the first time to carry out a task, it is really boring to deal with the so-called arrogance of a low-level face."

"Your name is Lin Xuan, you have heard that you are still the so-called emperor sword master of the people, huh, is this no one available to the people?"Let a little man in the fifth grade take on such a heavy responsibility.”

The young man’s face was light and mocking.

"Who are you?"No, you're not human."Lin Xuan looked at the young man and did not move at each other's sarcasm.

This person looms over the five-order fullness of the momentum, the pupil is multiple, the eyes are compelling, and it is obviously not a human race.

"The Robbery, King of the Crows of Montenegro."Beautiful young people are proud.