Infinite Torture Evolution

Xiongba flew upside down and fell to the ground, spouting blood.

A breath of fresh air turned into an obscure figure, stood with his hand held, and slowly landed from the air.

At this moment, everyone could feel the aura of righteousness in Tianjian Wuming's body.

Ten Thousand Swords returned to the sect, and with only one move, the hero was hit hard!

Xiongba looked at Wuming in horror, and after a while, he recovered his calm.

Then he laughed twice, and said: "Ten Thousand Swords return to the sect, it is indeed well-deserved...but, I did not expect that the martial arts myth, the heavenly sword is nameless, turned out to be a rebellious, disagreeable person. More than ten years ago, you vowed never again. Use martial arts, no longer regardless of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but again today. Your martial arts myth, the nameless name of the Heavenly Sword, is ruined today!"

Wuming smiled indifferently, and said: "I belong to the sword sect, if you want to destroy my sword sect and kill my master, how can I just sit back and ignore it? Besides, I have long been in seclusion, and I have long regarded my reputation very lightly. It’s ruined, I don’t care at all."

Xiongba wanted to use words to provoke Wuming and stop taking action, but he didn't expect Wuming to argue this way.

In desperation, he could only say coldly: "Huh, it seems that the people of the Sword Sect are all such discordant people. Goodbye!"

As soon as he turned around, holding Fengyun together, he swept down the mountain.

The remaining hundreds of disciples of the Tianxiahui quickly wanted to go down the mountain, but they were blocked by the Jianzong disciples and couldn't escape.

Wuming said: "We are the Sword Sect, not the Demon Sect. Don't do more evil."

Those disciples had just seen Wuming Wanjian Guizong so powerful, no one dared to say anything more.

The disciples of the World Society ran down the mountain like a hurried escape.

Wuming turned around and knelt down to worship Jianhui: "The disciple is too late, please master punish me!"

Just said this, puff——

Wuming also spouted a mouthful of blood.

Lin Yi quickly helped Wuming and said, "Brother..."

Jian Hui shook her head, coughed twice, and said, "For the sake of Jianzong, you finally made another move. However, as I said earlier, you are not intent on fighting enough. Ten thousand swords returned to the sect, and the tyrant was hit hard, and at the same time you also suffered. Seriously injured, at least two or three months to recuperate. If you have the intent to fight like a swordsman, you will be able to take the life of the hero when you return to the sect. What a pity, what a pity..."

Wuming smiled bitterly: "If that's the case, the disciple is not nameless."

Then Wuming wiped the blood from his mouth and said to Lin Yi: "Junior, my ten thousand swords returned to the sect just now, one is to repel the hero, and the other is to show you the real return of the ten thousand swords. The real one. Returning Wan Jian to the Sect does not mean that you can practice it with your own efforts. It is an artistic conception that requires comprehension. It turns into a breath of fresh air. At the moment you are the sword, and the sword is you."

"Junior Brother understands."

Lin also replied.

Jianhui looked at the Broken Sword in that place and said: "The Broken Sword in this place, if our sword sect wants to recast it, it will cost a lot of money. Jian Chen, this matter is left to you."

Jian Chen quickly responded, "Yes, Master."

Jian Hui then looked towards Wuming and said, "Wuming, I was seriously injured and had to be healed for at least half a year. I am too old, and many things are beyond my ability. I will leave you the position of Sect Master."

Wuming shook his head and said, "Master, Tu'er really doesn't want to participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes anymore. Now he is forced to do it out of desperation. Regarding the suzerain, you should find someone else... By the way, I see the strength of Junior Brother Lin. The strongest among all the disciples, and the ability to do things is also quite strong. Wouldn't it be good for him to be the supreme leader?"

Jian Hui's eyes lit up and looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi shook his hand again and again and said, "I'm less than eighteen years old, and my experience in the world is still relatively small; I have been in the clan for less than a year, and I have potential qualifications. How can I..."

Before he finished speaking, Jian Chen next to him said: "Junior Brother Lin, don't be humble. Apart from Master and Senior Brother, you are the strongest in martial arts. Last time we saved our whole family. This time the male tyrant comes to kiss, and you protect the sect with death. All of us obey you. If you don't agree, I'm afraid that no one else will be found."

Jian Hui also said: "Lin Yi, you are the supreme master."

Lin also saw that all the disciples looked at him at the moment, and saw Jian Hui and Wuming's expectant gaze.

He could only reluctantly said in the end: "Well, then, I will agree first. During the period of Master's retreat, I will do the Sect Master first. After the Master has left the barrier, let the Master retake the Sword Sect."

Jian Hui said, "Which one is not heavy, you will be the only Sect Master of Jianzong from now on!"

As soon as Jian Hui said this, more than 500 Jianzong disciples in the audience bowed to Lin Yi and said in unison: "Please Sect Master is in charge!"

Even Jian Chen and several elders are no exception.

Standing in the middle of these people, Lin Yi suddenly felt like being held by the moon by the stars.

I have to say, this feeling is really good.

He is a little swollen.

He looked at Jian Hui and Wuming.

Wuming and Jianhui nodded at the same time.

Lin Yi immediately said: "Then I, Lin Yi, will be in charge of Jianzong from today. Please rest assured, elders, brothers, and nephews, Lin Yi will definitely revive Jianzong in the next ten years!"

"Disciples, remember the instructions of the patriarch!"

Five hundred disciples said in unison.

Next, Wuming returned to Mujia Village to recover from his injuries;

Jianhui went to Houshan to retreat;

Lin Yi asked Jian Chen to clean up the mess.

At night, Lin Yi still felt a little airy.

Originally, I just wanted to come to Jianzong to learn the return of ten thousand swords to the sect. Why did he become the Sect Master of Jianzong by accident?

I really can't believe it.

In the next period of time, Lin Yi left most of the tasks to Jian Chen to do, and he himself acted as the shopkeeper.

As a sect with more than 500 people, there are still many things.

I'm so annoying.

Although Jian Chen's martial arts is not very high, his ability to do things is still quite strong.

As for Lin Yi, he still concentrates on practicing his Wanjian Guizong.

He looked forward to the day when he could control tens of thousands of flying swords like Wuming.

That kind of momentum is really shocking.

Even Lin has an expectation.

If one day, without using a sword, tens of thousands of sword auras can be condensed, and with the sword aura to kill the enemy, how shocking would it be?

Therefore, in the next three years or so, Lin Yi only did one thing: practice ten thousand swords and return to the clan.

In three years, his ten thousand swords returned to the sect, and he had already practiced enough to control 80 flying swords.

In the eyes of others, it is already impressive.

But after seeing the nameless Wanjian Guizong, Lin also feels that his Wanjian Guizong is still a pediatrics.

It's just that the more difficult it is to return the sword to the sect.

In the past, when practicing, the flying swords were increased by ten to ten, but now they are increased one by one.

After he was able to control eighty flying swords, it was very difficult for him to increase each one.

Obviously, he has reached the first bottleneck in practicing Wan Jian Guizong.

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