Chapter 1801 New sword, new followers, new distance!
Along the way.
The two people who had the greatest influence on Gu Han were Qianye and Yun Jiansheng.
Not to mention Qianye.
She protected him during his lifetime and was obsessed with killing enemies for him. Now he has given Xiao Tangtang such a big blessing.
This kindness.
It's simply not something that can be explained clearly in words.
Think of this.
Gu Han looked solemn, held a black sword in his hand, and bowed respectfully to Yun Jiansheng.
not far away.
Tangtang seemed to feel something in his heart and hurriedly knelt down.
Chongming suddenly said: "Call me Master!"
"Hello, Master!"
Tangtang was very obedient and said Jiaohan: "Thank you, Grandmaster, for the gift."
Several heads kowtowed.
He became a little flower-faced again.
In mid-air.
The Red Dust Sword buzzed, the obsession shadow trembled slightly, and returned to the sword talisman with the Bright Moon Sword.
Chongming looked in a daze.
At that moment, it seemed to see Yun Jiansheng...smiling?
The obsession leaves.
It also means that the Sword Suppressing City and his party have completely come to an end.
Everyone was just about to leave.
Leng Meizi suddenly looked at the mostly ruined earth-fire-gold furnace, and a strange color flashed in her eyes, "What is that?"
kindness?
Follow her gaze.
Everyone suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something floating in the red fire liquid in the sky furnace. If you didn't look carefully, it would be easy to miss it.
"Who is this..."
Gu Han's heart moved, and as soon as the power of the law dissipated, the thing fell into his hand.
It's a token.
It is about an inch in diameter, completely dark, exuding a faint ancient demonic aura. On the back is the word "Zun", but on the front is a vivid figure of a great demon engraved.
The first born has a single horn.
The face is ferocious.
The blue-grey scales all over his body bear a vague resemblance to the appearance of Zhenjian City Lord.
Although not physical.
But everyone can still feel a hint of evil.
"What's this?"
The demon clan is mysterious and everyone is puzzled. Even Leng Meizi and Mo Chenyin, who are well known by Wen Qiang, can't explain the reason.
Gu Han didn't care either.
He put it away without any intention of staying any longer.
It was only a short distance from him coming to Sword City.
Three full days have passed.
Look back behind you.
The Hundred Thousand Fragmented Swords were still floating quietly, as if waiting for him to give orders.
"From today onwards."
Gu Han looked solemn and said, "Are you willing to fight with me?"
Buzz!
After the words fell, a hundred thousand broken swords roared together, and the sky shook, showing the joy of joy!
The broken sword has spirit.
The old master was gone. After the previous battle, they already regarded Gu Han as their new master.
"good!"
Gu Han smiled and waved his sword talisman, and a hundred thousand broken swords were instantly like a torrent, and they were all submerged in it to warm up.
Finish this.
He pondered for a moment and looked at the three thousand sword cultivators again.
"Everyone."
"Jianzhen City has been destroyed, and more than 90% of the monks in the city have been killed or injured. All of you are living here, and your relatives and friends must be worried..."
"Gu Jianshou."
The old swordsman sighed lonelyly, "We, how can we have any relatives to talk about?"
Hear the words.
All the sword cultivators had sad expressions on their faces.
Their relatives, sects, families... had been completely destroyed by Zhenjian City a long time ago, and now they are all alone.
"It's better than this."
Gu Han sighed secretly, and then said: "This Sword City has plundered a lot of resources. You might as well take some each. With your cultivation strength, the void is vast and boundless, and there are countless large and small realms. There is always a place to stay. "
"..."
Three Thousand Sword Cultivators suddenly fell silent.
"Junior brother..."
Yuan Zhengyang naturally knew what they were thinking, but he hesitated to speak.
"Gu Jianshou."
The old sword cultivator hesitated for a moment and then asked tentatively: "Are you going back to the Xuantian Territory on this trip?"
"good."
Gu Han didn't hide it either.
All the sword cultivators looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly they all fell to their knees!
"For the rest of my life!"
"We are willing to follow Gu Jianshou! Never give up! I hope Gu Jianshou will fulfill his wish!"
The three thousand sword cultivators spoke in unison.
The voice is bold, tenacious and fearless, and the momentum is connected in one place, with the potential to shake the sky!
Their lives were saved by Gu Han.
Their cultivation was given by Chongming.
Xuantian Sword Sect is their place of faith in this life.
Not to mention.
After seeing the demeanor of two generations of swordsmen, their views on Gu Han have risen to the level of belief!
Gu Han was slightly startled.
I didn't expect them to make such a decision.
"We have nowhere to go..."
Seeing that Gu Han didn't speak, the old swordsman gritted his teeth and said, "Please... take the sword head in!"
"Please keep the sword head!"
The sword cultivators behind him also spoke in unison, with a hint of sadness and humility in their voices.
Yuan Zhengyang couldn't bear to see it.
Chongming didn't say anything. He usually didn't comment on such trivial matters.
"Master..."
Tangtang gently tugged at the corner of Gu Han's clothes, feeling that these people were homeless and very pitiful.
"Everyone, get up."
Gu Han sighed softly.
"Gu Jianshou."
The old monk was startled, "You..."
"I agreed."
"..."
Hear the words.
Sanqian Sword Cultivator's heart trembled, and he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
"Thank you, Sword Master!"
"From today on, we are willing to follow the Sword Master, live and die together, and this heart cannot be changed by the Great Dao!"
Old Sun sighed secretly.
These sword cultivators are like this, so is he?
On the contrary, it was Old Wei.
He had no idea what happened in the field, holding the broken iron chain, with a look of heartache.
"Big sister."
He murmured: "Do you think it can be connected?"
Old Sun couldn't help it.
Old Sun laughed, and laughed happily, and it seemed like he was gloating.
Old Wei!
You have come to this day!
Accepting 100,000 broken swords and taking in 3,000 sword cultivators, this trip has come to an end.
Gu Han explained a few words.
First.
It is to let Old Sun and Old Wei find the captured Xuanjianmen disciples.
Then.
Give the 3,000 sword cultivators a day to collect the resources of Zhenjian City.
Including the Sword Transformation Pool.
The golden liquid inside is the essence refined by the sky furnace. No matter where it is placed, it is a first-class good thing. Whether it is forging swords or repairing 100,000 broken swords in the future, it will naturally be used.
As for the sword slaves in the city.
He didn't care. They decided where to go.
After the explanation.
Gu Han took the rest of the people away temporarily.
The 81 gates of Zhenjian City.
When they came out, they went through another gate.
Naturally.
I saw the three words written by the Lord of Zhenjian City again.
Zhenjian City!
"Master Ji, Senior Brother."
Gu Han's eyes narrowed slightly, "What do you think of this handwriting?"
"Not very good!"
Yuan Zhengyang shook his head.
"It's a fart!"
Chongming rolled his eyes.
"So ugly!"
Tangtang couldn't help but muttered softly.
"Indeed."
Gu Han nodded, "The master is dead, and there is really no point in keeping these words."
As soon as the voice fell.
The two people and the chicken jumped up!
One person summoned 100,000 broken swords, one person wielded a heavy sword with hidden blades, and a chicken stepped on a five-colored dragon, and they continued to move forward from here.
Smoke and dust rose up.
There was a loud roar.
The walls of this majestic city were directly torn to pieces!
Behind him.
Under the protection of Leng Meizi and Mo Chenyin, Tangtang also took the Suyuan sword and smashed the three words "Zhenjian City" to pieces.
From this moment on.
Zhenjian City has completely become a thing of the past!
"Senior Gu."
Lu Linyuan looked at Gu Tian who was motionless, and asked curiously: "Aren't you going to help?"
"This is the business of sword cultivators."
Gu Tian shook his head and answered seriously, "I, play with knives."
Lu Linyuan: "..."
