"This is not internal force!" Mu Kexin stared at the bone hand and said in surprise.

"It's sword energy." Ling Jianqiu suddenly looked up and looked at Yu Wei's face full of jokes. He raised the sword slightly and beat Yu Wei out, "It's still a very thick sword energy."

Yuwei took a few steps back and looked up and asked, "How?"

Mu Kexin has been practicing swords in Kunlun for many years. Even though her perception of sword energy is not as good as Ling Jianqiu, she also feels that the terribleness of the sword energy in Yu Weigu's hand is so profound that it cannot be achieved in a short while. She looked at Ling Jianqiu in surprise, but she also saw confusion on Ling Jianqiu's face, and was shocked.

"Is it really..."

Ling Jianqiu pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

Yu Wei looked at the tense expressions of the two, smiled with satisfaction, and then said, "I disappointed you. What I am practicing is not the sword meridian technique. It is the technique that can absorb the internal strength of others."

Ling Jianqiu said in a deep voice: "If you can transform internal strength and sword energy freely, there is probably only that person in this world."

"Old Man Tianjian." Mu Ke was silent.

Back then, after the old man Tianjian was defeated by the sword ancestor Mo Jinshu, the sword situation in the martial arts world changed drastically. Mo Jinshu led a group of heroes to fight against the fierce northward Burial Sword Villa, while the old man Tianjian stepped into the cave of Ten Thousand Swords and tempered his body with the method of making swords, hoping to use this to regain the prestige he had lost from Mo Jinshu.

This is well known to everyone in the world.

Although the old man Tianjian was defeated by Mo Jinshu, he was still in the world for a while. He was also extremely high in terms of cultivation and sword skills. But the eunuch who seemed quite young in front of him actually incorporated the internal strength of the old man Tianjian into his body?

But soon, the sword energy in Yu Weigu's palm dissipated like smoke. He glanced at his palm and said regretfully: "Others's own things are others' after all, but the internal strength that can be cherished can be used for me for a moment. This feeling is pretty good."

"Old man Tianjian, have he died?" Ling Jianqiu looked at him and asked lightly.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes." Yu Wei curled his lips impatiently, "I didn't kill people, but I killed them with my own hands, which can be regarded as a good deed for this world. However, with the death of the old man Tianjian, the sword ancestor retired to the mountains and forests, the white bird sword king immortal hidden in Kunlun, Liu Yue Biscorpion and the wine slaughter were no longer as good as before. It's time for the world to change the world."

"King Anlan."

"King An Lan?" Although Mu Kexin's face was still like frost, she was shocked. There were only three of them here, except for her, and it was only possible that she was talking about Ling Jianqiu. Going to the imperial capital Luoyang is something that Ling Jianqiu has been thinking about these days. From time to time, she even became obsessed with it. But she did not ask, for fear of revealing the past he did not want to recall.

But now this call of King Anlan made her understand everything.

There was once a city in Xizhou called Loulan. When it was in full swing, it was even established as a country and was named "Anlan" by the emperor at that time. However, due to a sudden chaos, Liang Yang held a stand-by attitude from beginning to end, and no troops were sent to reinforce him until the time when the Loulan Kingdom was defeated.

Almost everyone in the Loulan royal family died in that war.

And Ling Jianqiu's surname is Ling.

Mu Kexin once quietly understood the snow in Kunlun, so he could easily understand the truth about the thick fog, and his eyes opened wide unconsciously.

A sharp edge flashed across Ling Jianqiu's eyes, "Jiandao?"

Yu Wei nodded, "As for changing on Yinglong Platform or changing the sword path on the dragon throne, it all depends on you, Prince Anlan."

Mu Ke was palpitations when he heard it.

Since ancient times, if the saints have learned about this matter, it is not just a crime of beheading.

"Are you talking about the throne?" Ling Jianqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm not interested in this."

"That's it?"

"All I want to do is to let my sword be stained with the dragon blood of the man on the dragon chaise!" Ling Jianqiu shouted.

"Then I will use my hands to open the way for the prince." Yu Wei chuckled and disappeared like a ghost.

Ling Jianqiu let out a deep breath and looked at Mu Kexin.

Mu Kexin was also looking at him.

In her impression, since she arrived in Changbai, Ling Jianqiu has never been as excited as she is now. Even though Leng Ao is as cold as she is, she doesn't know what to say at this time.

"Are you still going?" Ling Jianqiu asked only three words.

Mu Ke's heart was as if possessed, and he replied without hesitation: "Go."

Three days later, Quandu.

"I still can't figure out why my mother insisted on letting me lead him to the Quandu at that time." Gongsun Shilian was riding a small boat and was swaying on the starry and moon.

Dongfang Ruyi, who was standing on the boat, sighed and said, "Even if your mother has left the Sword Artillery Tower for personal matters, she still has a great wish to live in the world."

"What does it mean?" Gongsun Shilian was puzzled.

"Do you know? The troubled times are coming." Dongfang Ruyi looked at the water of Zehu Lake, blinking the stars reflected on it.

"What!" Gongsun Shilian was shocked and almost stood up from the boat.

"So far as the beacon was first decided, many people in Quandu have left quietly, and the spies from Wanjian Cave have also made a comeback recently. Many whereabouts of the three major sects in Jiangnan have been found outside Quandu. The direction they are in Luoyang." Dongfang Ruyi said in a deep voice.

"Yanyuwu, Fenghuamen. Including the owner of Liu Zangfeng, the mother told me about it." Gongsun Shilian said solemnly, "The three major schools in Jiangnan have already made this plan."

"Putting aside Liuyue Villa, the Yanyuwu and Fenghuamen under it were all the mainstays in the battle against the sky, especially the contemporary Yanyuwu master died under the three swords of the Muhuai family, and they were even more incompatible with the court. Now, these sects seem to have reached some kind of tacit understanding." Dongfang Ruyi sighed.

"How many people need to bleed behind the establishment of this tacit understanding?" Gongsun Shilian said worriedly.

"Believe me, there will not be too many people bleeding." Dongfang Ruyi said quietly, "Because there is no one in that land."

"It will only make more people completely lose their homes."

"You're awake." In the spring capital, Luo Feiyu woke up on a cold stone bed, and the white-clothed sword beside him called out in harmony.

"It's considered to be awake." Before Luo Feiyu could respond, a carefree voice came from outside the door.

Luo Feiyu suddenly heard it, "Brother Gu."

Gu Jingyao walked into the room, came to the bed and patted Luo Feiyu's shoulder hard, "I finally woke up. I wanted to talk to you these days, but I suffocated me to death."

"Why haven't you left yet?" Luo Feiyu asked with his head raised.

"Waiting for you to wake up." Gu Jingyao said, and the corners of his mouth slowly calmed down.

He saw Luo Feiyu's red eyes.
Chapter completed!