Chapter 682: Hit the mountain

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read2();　　 "High mountains, green lotus at the top, silhouettes at the foot of the mountain!"
　　 Although the words spoken by You Ruier were one-sided, Sima Annan, who was holding his hand on the side, changed his face and hurriedly blurted out:
　　 "Have you seen that person's appearance?"
　　 After hearing the words, Yu Ruier narrowed her eyes, then shook her head and said;
　　 "I can only see his back, can I go to the front?"
　　 Then Sima Annan nodded heavily, raised his hand and waved forward suddenly, the scene of the whole time began to turn gradually, You Ruier stared at the top with his eyes open, for fear of missing any picture.
　　 But in the next moment, at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, the figure being watched suddenly seemed to be aware of it, and directly looked up at the sky, You Ruier and Sima Annan made a muffled hum at the same time.
　　 The long river of time above the sky shattered in an instant, turning into countless golden mists and exploding outwards. At the same time, Sima Annan's seven orifices began to bleed out, and the original handsome face was directly filled with blood, which looked extremely sad.
　　 But Sima Annan didn’t care about the tragic situation after his own backlash, turned around and took a step, and came to You Ruier’s face, stretched out his hands and shook the girl who fell into the sluggishness, and asked loudly:
　　 "You Ruier, can you see his looks clearly?"
　　 You Ruier recovered from the shock of the soul, turned to look at Sima Annan's blood-filled eyes in front of him, nodded stupidly, and responded:
　　 "I see, I, I know him!"
After a while, Sima Annan, who drank dozens of bottles of purification potion, exhausted his soul. The sleeping You Ruier gently leaned on his shoulder, took out a fold from his arms, and after writing with a pen, he faced the side. The Void shouted:
　　 "Come on!"
　　 The voice fell, and in the darkness of the old house, a figure covered the whole body in a large robe slowly walked out, and then knelt on one knee, lowering his head.
　　 "Give this fold to your majesty directly. One hundred thousand is urgent. Don't delay for a moment."
　　 "No!"
The visitor took the fold with both hands and tore open a palm-sized scroll directly on the spot. The blue-and-white transmission beam rose up into the sky. After a few breaths, the transmission beam dissipated. Sima Annan stretched out his right hand and supported You Ruier against it. The head on the left shoulder looked up at Wanjian Mountain in the east, and slowly said:
　　 "This avenue is all about mediocrity!"
　　 Just as Sima Annan's faint voice was lingering in the old house courtyard, at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, a vague figure stepped on the moonlight and slowly raised its foot forward.
It is spread by the world. It is located on the east side of the Metropolitan City and directly into the sky of Wanjian Mountain. Its most basic structure is countless swords. In one place in Wanjian Mountain, there may be a dusty sword waiting for fate. People go unplug.
In the long heritage of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, not only the profound meaning of swordsmanship of the entire human race is condensed, but also countless legends are left. The sword repairs on the vast land of Shenzhou are very different from other types of monks. There are many swords as soldiers, but there are very few who truly condense the soul of the sword.
　　 And in a sense, taking the sword as the soul is the real sword repair!
Under the world, there are thousands of soldiers and souls, but the only sword, because of the existence of Wanjian Mountain, there are different laws. As long as the monk uses the sword as the soul, no matter how far away the soul is after death, it will cross countless The distance flying back to the buried sword pond makes people wonder whether the number of sword souls on the vast land of Shenzhou is fixed. The monks condensed sword souls just borrowed them and flew back after death, and so on.
Although Wanjian Mountain is mysterious and extremely high, most of the area at the foot of the mountain is open to the citizens of Metro City. In fact, everyone in Metro City knows that the bottom of Wanjian Mountain is not a sword. Rather, it contains a strong and sharp metal rock, and the road to the mountain is also like a sword. It is straight and straight.
　　The figure walking up the mountain slowly, with gray hair hanging down behind him, is more cryptic and gloomy under the moonlight. With one step out, the whole figure disappears, and when it reappears, it has crossed a large distance.
From the hillside of Wanjian Mountain, there are countless attics rising from the ground, stretching upwards and connecting into one piece. Together they form the world’s largest kendo master, once one of the two palaces and two pavilions, Wanjian Pavilion. Holding a huge sword as high as a few people as the gate of the mountain, the three characters on the ten thousand sword pavilion, every minute and a second, exudes a sharp edge that pierces the void.
　　 Under the big sword, headed by an old man, more than twenty disciples sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath to guard the mountain. Then the old man opened his mouth, and his deep voice sounded softly:
　　 "Gather your momentum, concentrate, the Sect Master's impact on the position of the saint has entered the final juncture, do not relax."
　　 "Yes, elder!"
　　 All the disciples under the sword, the uniform response sound just fell, and the Shanmen Great Sword inserted into the ground suddenly trembled violently, and at the same time the sharp and incomparable sound of the sword roared, louder than every other.
　　In an instant, the elder headed by Wanjian Pavilion's complexion changed wildly and he opened his mouth and let out an angry roar:
　　 "A powerful enemy is coming, make a sword formation, grinding the world!"
After the roar of 　　, all the disciples raised their hands and pointed forward. The already condensed soul of the sword appeared directly from the void, and then intertwined with each other, forming a huge grinding disc in the darkness ahead in a mysterious trajectory.
　　 Heaven and Earth Grinding Sword Formation, using the sword as the disc, splitting everything, is one of the top killing magical powers on the vast land of China.
The well-trained disciples of Wanjian Pavilion reacted unpleasantly. In the blink of an eye, they sealed the entire void in front of the mountain gate with a sword array. The sharp aura above the sword array millstone had almost formed the substance, and the air radiated outward. The whistling sound of fragmentation.
The big sword at the gate of the mountain is a sign that a powerful enemy is coming. Therefore, the elder and disciples of Wanjian Pavilion guarding the mountain looked dignified, waiting for them. Suddenly, everyone's eyebrows jumped fiercely, because the darkness in front of them suddenly became intense. Surging, stretched out a hand that covered the sky from the sky, carrying the momentum of the thunderbolt, and patted it with one palm.
　　 "The Great Master of Palm Edge Birth and Death!"
The eyes of the elder of the Wanjian Pavilion guarding the mountain directly became extremely dignified, and then he controlled the heaven and earth grinding plate to directly oppose the hand of the water blue heaven and earth in front of him. The next breath, there were countless swords in the void halfway up the entire Wanjian Mountain. The sound of impact sounded like a torrential rain.
　　 But the Hand of Palm Fate's Birth and Death and the Heaven and Earth Grinding Sword Array held a stalemate for only a few breaths, and then the big hand with the infinite law of the world turned into a fist with a violent punch!
　　 The entire sword formation was directly exploded, a sword spirit with a handle broke from the middle, the elder guarding the mountain and the disciple spit out a mouthful of blood, the old sword pavilion looked up, staring at the darkness ahead, and muttered:
　　 "It turned out to be a semi-holy overhaul!"
　　 Before his voice fell, a vague figure approached in an instant, and came directly in front of the Moriyama disciple. The speed was so fast that it seemed to break through the void directly.
　　The visitor was full of gray hair and flying, stretched out his right hand and gently down.
　　 "Clouds and rains!"
　　 The entire Void World turned upside down in an instant, and all the Moriyama disciples, including the elders, realized in horror that they had been hanging upside down in the sky, all around them were imprisoned and motionless.
　　 Then, without saying a word, he continued to raise his leg and walk into the mountain gate under the giant sword.
　　 From beginning to end, no one can see the face of the attacker!