Chapter 935: You are waiting for Lin Xuan

"Lin Jiuxuan, come with a placard."
"Jiangnan Swordsman, I am coming to welcome me!"
Tianjian Peak is within the peak of the temple.
The two sounds suddenly exploded.
Ding Daoming, who sat on the side, suddenly opened his eyes, and the four elders below were evenly changed.
"Lin Jiuxuan?"
"He really dared to come!"
"This kid is too crazy! I dare to let the lord go to meet him!"
"Exactly, the Red Lotus sword has been practiced for so long, and there is no chance to use it. Today, I can take this Lin Jiuxuan as a sharpening stone!"
The four elders underneath were full of anger.
"It's that guy!"
Yu Jinglong suddenly got up, and Zhao Bin, next to him, was also a wild face, and his eyes were full of killing.
"He really thought that he couldn't be invincible! I dared to come to Jiangnan Jianzong to wild!"
Zhao Biao is pinching his fists.
I heard the voice of Lin Jiuxuan and let the geniuses of these two Jiangnan swordsmen feel humiliated.
Once they were folded in public for two rains and rains, now people directly hit the door and did not put them in the eyes of Jiangnan Jianzong!
"Sovereign, we asked to play! You can wait here, I will definitely take the Lin Jiu Xuan's head to you!"
The four elders got up and went to worship.
Ding Daoming nodded.
The four elders, this is the only way to go to the door.
Yu Jinglong and Zhao Bian are also rushing to follow.
In their eyes, the four elders came out, and what Lin Jiuxuan was left was only a way to bow down.
When the four elders came out of the hall, Ding Daoming, who was sitting in the face, slowly got up.
He is one meter seventy-five in height, and he is only a handsome man in the outside world. In the sword, he is the lord of Jiangnan swordsman who holds Dunqing.
"Appeared, ancestors! Unexpectedly, in this world, there are really people who can break through the prisoner's sword left in the sword."
"You have been waiting for so long, this time, you should always be able to do so."
Ding Daoming looked far away and looked at the arched hall where no one had been. After he stood a little behind, he turned and reached out and grabbed a hidden behind the seat and slammed it.
As the turns, the ground inside the hall, the sound of a pair of gears and chains interlocking.
The sound was a bit simmered, and there was a slight infiltration. As the sound sounded, the ground gradually revealed a dark stone step leading to the ground.
The stone steps all the way down, the bottom is full of darkness, Ding Daoming took the clear, took a deep breath, then followed the stone steps and walked down.
At the bottom of the stone steps, around the surrounding walls, there is a body that has already dried up. The top of the head of each body is covered with a long lamp that emits a faint light.
These long-lighted lights, which are lit up with corpse oil, can just pass through the stone steps.
The entire stone steps lead to a stone room, a stone room, hovering with numerous iron-steel steel chains, criss-crossing iron-steel steel, interspersed with a dry body that has long been eroded under the ages and looks tired.
The dry body was lying on the ground, and he had a broken sword in front of him.
The cable penetrated the skeleton of the dried corpse. He had numerous wounds and was particularly terrible.
The dry body was carrying his head at the moment, looking at the front with death, and the empty eyes seemed to be able to see a few mournings and disappointments.
In front of him is a stone statue.
The stone statue is a woman.
The woman's clothes are swaying, not like the dusty people, the appearance is cold and glamorous, and it looks like a cold and proud one. She is holding a sword. It seems that she has to go to the sky at any time and fly into a fairy.
Even if it is just a stone statue, it is lifelike, like a living person, more like a fairy from the heavens.
Ding Daoming stood not far from the body of the cognac, with the long lamp that was swaying, and looked at the stone statue of the woman. This eye made him feel a little bit stunned and almost fascinated.
Only very quickly, he took a deep breath and smoothed out a slightly restless mentality, which was respectful and ruthless.
"I Jiangnan Jianzong has been established for centuries since the founding of the ancestors. I was honoured by my ancestors when I opened the mountain. I have been a fan of the swordsmanship for centuries. Today, some people have stepped into the swords of the swordsmen, breaking the battle of prisoners, according to the ancient teachings of the ancestors. The disciple Ding Daoming, who is the sect of Jiangnan Jianzong in the 78th year of Jiangnan Jianzong, came to pay homage, and hereby informs!"
Ding Daoming clenched his fists in his hands, squatting, talking, and the voice echoed in the entire ancient room.
After he finished speaking, he was tense and nervous.
Within the Jiangnan Jianzong, there is an ancient saying that only the lord can know, this is the place and the corpse.
The corpse was the founder of Jiangnan Jianzong, the craftsman who polished the stone statue.
Ding Daoming only knows that when the prisoner's sword is broken, it is the time when Jianzong is in dire straits. Even if he is the strength of his Jiangnan swordsman, he may not be the opponent of the person who can break the prisoner's sword.
But the old saying, only to say that this situation, to come to inform, but did not explain what is useful.
At the moment, Ding Daoming is also very anxious and uneasy.
Surrounded by it, it is still very quiet.
The long light, the candlelight swayed, and it was a bit stunned.
At the bottom of the earth, it seems that time is completely frozen and frozen, and there is a bit of an unspeakable smell in the air.
"It seems that perhaps after the ancestors left the ancient training, they went to retreat here. The ancestors thought that there would be people who broke the prisoner's sword in a few years, which made the sect of the ancestors come to see you~www.mtlnovel. Com~ to evoke the ancestors out of the mountain."
"But it has been so many years..."
Ding Daoming thought about this and sighed. He once again bowed to the corpse that had been run through the cheekbones, and worshipped three worships. Then he turned around and went outside, holding a clearing, and his face was decided.
Some people dare to fight this Jiangnan sword.
As the lord of Jiangnan Jianzong, he must also fight with blood.
"Lin Jiuxuan, I would like to see, how can you be able to bear, dare to come to step me Jiangnan Jianzong!"
Ding Daoming was in a strong position, full of sharpness, and even more arrogant and arrogant, striding out.
In the shape of his passing, he took a long wind and blew the candlelight around the lantern.
Ding Daoming left.
The stone room was restored to its original calm.
The candlelight around the long light flashes slightly, illuminating the side face of the stone statue.
Time seems to be still.
"Lin... nine... mysterious..."
In the empty stone room, there was a hoarse voice.
The body of the cognac that had been dead for many years, Zhang opened his mouth, and his black eyes flashed with the radiance of a candle.
He stared at the stone statue of the woman in front of him, his voice muttering.
"For many years, you said that you will come back, I have been waiting here."
"But why, why are you lying to me?"
"If you want to wait for Lin Jiuxuan, I am going to let him dry his blood today..."
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