Chapter 125 Child...is it really you?

(4, 0);

"This, this is the complete Four Sacred Sword Formation. Alright, Sword Maniac, God help me!"

Jian Chen was ecstatic.

"With the young master here, even the heavens can't save you."

As Jian Chier's voice fell, the sword energy that was approaching Lin Yue and his group suddenly turned and headed towards the other side of the Sword Washing Pool!

"No, it's impossible."

Jian Chen frantically urged his cultivation to control the three holy swords, but he found that the three holy swords appeared next to Jian Chier in an instant!

There was no response at all to his manipulation!

The only control over the sword formation lies in the hands of the Xuanwu sword that Jian Chier is pointing at him at this moment!

"Wait, Sword Maniac, I'm your cousin!"

“I was wrong! I was wrong!”

Jian Chen's voice was heard, but only he heard it.

Because the rain of swords has already fallen!

The complete Four Sacred Sword Formation blasted towards the other side of the Sword Washing Pond with overwhelming force!

Bottom of the pool!

Countless ownerless swords that seemed to be sleeping vibrated at the same time, breaking out of the ground and merging with the sword energy falling from the sky!

The virtual sword and the real sword, attacking from top to bottom at the same time!

Jian Chen, and everyone he brought with him.

Under this sword formation, it was as if he was wiped out directly, without even a piece of his fighting body left!

The blood dyed the sword washing pool red!

"How terrible!"

"This is the Four Sacred Sword Formation!"

Even Long Lin and Liu Wuhen were shocked to the extreme at this moment, not to mention Xia Bing and Ye Mingyue!

If this sword formation falls upon them, I'm afraid their fate will be exactly the same as Jian Chen's!

"I have finally seen the depth of the eight clans of the Southern Realm."

Ye Mingyue murmured in surprise.

In mid-air.

Jian Chier staggered, and finally collapsed as if exhausted, falling into Lin Yue's arms.

"Sir, I did it."

Jian Chier looked exhausted.

"very good."

Lin Yue took out a large amount of elixirs and Yaozhu from his storage ring. Under the burning of the Sun's True Fire, they turned into pure medicinal power and merged into Jian Chier's body! (5,0);

After Jian Chier's complexion recovered a little, she stood firm.

Lin Yue looked in the direction of the stone sword.

There, an angry roar was heard!

"Lin Yue! You killed my son!"

Jian Chier looked at Lin Yue with self-blame, "Master, I'm afraid I can't use the Four Sacred Sword Formation a second time."

"No problem."

Lin Yue knew that Jian Chier had already suffered some damage to his vitality.

It takes the combined efforts of more than thirty people to activate the sword formation.

Although Jian Chier was able to take advantage of a chance and snatch the completed sword formation, he also consumed a huge amount of Yao Qi.

"I'm sorry, my cultivation is too low."

Jian Chier knew that if she was not in the Wheel-Turning Realm but in the Transcendent Realm, she would not be so weak!

Lin Yue waved his hand and put the four holy swords stuck in the ground into the storage ring, and pointed in a direction at the same time.

"Let's go."

Everyone was puzzled because the direction was a path and no one knew where it led to.

But Lin Yue was walking in front, so they naturally followed immediately.

Ten breaths later!

The nine sun stars descended with a bang, and Jian Qiyun's old eyes were filled with bloodshot, "Damn it, damn it, Chen'er!"

Jian Qiyun spread out his spiritual sense, but could not find any trace of Lin Yue and his group!

The worst thing is that even Jian Chen’s body could not be found.

The flesh and blood all over the ground made it impossible to tell who was who.

"Four Sacred Sword Formation, why would the Four Sacred Sword Formation backfire?"

Behind him, countless elders of the Sword Clan also arrived here.

"Little Sword Master's life lamp has gone out?"

"That's right, Jianzi, the little sword master."

Jian Qiyun gritted his teeth, and the scorching aura of the Nine Yang Transcendent Realm burned past, and the surrounding earth was burning with raging flames.

"Seal off the Sword Clan and dig those people out!"

"promise!"

But at this moment, the earth shook again!

The sound of a bell spread throughout the sword clan!

"That's where the Sword Master is in seclusion!" (5,0);

"How dare you! Who dares to disturb the Sword Master at this time?"

Jian Qiyun looked over with his old eyes, and his heart suddenly tightened, "Not good, it's Lin Yue!"

"That old guy is his target!"

Make a feint to the east and attack in the west!

Jian Qiyun shot out, and all the elders of the Sword Clan followed closely behind him!

The most secret place of the Sword Clan.

Lin Yue loosened the wooden stake.

"Sir, why are you ringing the bell?"

They had safely left the Sword Washing Pool.

But Xia Bing didn't understand why they had to make such a loud noise on purpose.

"Of course, it's for fun."

Lin Yue shrugged and raised his hand to Jian Chier, "Put your hand on it."

Everyone is now in front of a huge stone door.

This stone gate is covered with various inscriptions and concave and convex patterns. In the middle, at a position about the height of a person, there is a palm-sized groove.

Jian Chier put his hand on it, and the groove immediately emitted a suction force!

"It's the same light as the Sword Clan's city gate before."

Jian Chier immediately felt that the groove was detecting her blood.

After a while, a crack appeared in the middle of the stone door. The crack became bigger and bigger. Jian Chier put down his hand and the stone door suddenly opened.

At this moment, an astonishing sword energy gushed out from the stone gate like an air flow.

Lin Yue and the others suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression.

"Come in."

Lin Yue stepped forward and found a secret room inside the stone door, which seemed to have not been opened for many years.

The air inside is not good.

But everyone's attention was not on these, but on the figure who was sitting cross-legged in meditation on a stone platform about ten feet in diameter in the middle of the secret room!

The figure had white hair and lowered his head, making it impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

But with the sword energy here, everyone knew it clearly.

"The number one swordsman in the Southern Realm, the Sword Master!"

"But why is it like this?"

Liu Wuhen and Long Lin soon noticed that Jian Zun was covered in dust, and his clothes were even worse than those of ordinary Jian Clan disciples they had seen before. (5,0);

Especially the clothes, which still have a somewhat decayed feeling.

A desolate feeling of decay and decay.

It’s hard to imagine that this is the famous Sword Master.

"Junior Lin Yue, I have brought the Xuanwu Sword with me to return to the Sword Clan."

Lin Yue's voice was heard, but Jian Zun still kept his head down, motionless.

Like an old tree that has long since died.

Lin Yue sighed softly, "I brought Jian Chier back."

As soon as this voice was spoken, the sword energy around him increased a hundredfold, and the Sword Master slowly raised his head.

He had heavy bags under his eyes and his face was extremely pale, but there was still a fierce look in his pupils.

His gaze fell on Lin Yue who was speaking, and quickly moved to Xia Bing and Ye Mingyue.

He shook his head again.

Finally, it fell on Jian Chier.

"Is the child really yours?"

A hoarse, almost weak voice came out from the Sword Master's mouth.

Jian Chier's eyes were red.

She still remembered that this old man had held her in his arms and loved her when she was a child.

Therefore, since Jian Chier came in until now, seeing Jian Zun in such a state, his heart has been ached.

"I, your unfilial granddaughter, pay my respects to your grandfather."

Jian Chier knelt down and bowed deeply.

This bow made Sword Master’s face seem to brighten instantly.

"Child, you are still alive, really alive!"