Legend of the Asura

Xuan Xiongtian beard moved a few times, very smart choice pretended to hear nothing. His eyes turned to the wind, and Tiger's eyes were full of authority: "Who are you? Those who dare to trespass on my hillside estate will never go out without good reason. ”

“Are you the master of the Xuan dynasty? The man next to you wants to be the hero of the two families.” The wind flattened, his eyes swept across their faces.

Xuanluan blue shocked his whole body, completely stuck, staring at the wind... because the sound, clearly, was that of Shura the Great Bad.

She used to look at that beautiful colored hairpin with a silly smile, and every time these things happened to her, she always had his damned figure, his damned voice in her head. So she knew she must have hated him, hated him, hated him... otherwise, how could she always think of him?

Will he... be him? Or just sound alike. The blue blue and blue stared at his face and seemed to want to see every characteristic of him.

“Exactly. Who are you?” Xuan Xiongtian asked.

Boo!!!

The golden flutter appears in the wind with a glimmer of gold. The wind grabbed the handle of the sword and inserted a heavy weight into the ground. The granite beneath your feet is torn apart.

The faint golden moon, the hegemonic sword body, the hidden sun and moon stars, the mountain river grass... a moment, the surrounding became silent, the needle fell smelly, everyone forgot to breathe, and looked stupidly at the golden sword inserted into the ground. As Xuan people, how could they not know that Xuan family inherited the supreme faith of countless generations?

“Is it... a sword!” Xuanxiong's gaze was stunned, his hands trembled out, his footsteps painstakingly stepped out, but Xuanxiong was pulled back.

Just approaching here, Xuanlan and Xuanlan Xuanlan heard the words "Xuanlan sword”. He glanced at them with astonishment and accelerated his footsteps this way.

“Brother, this can't be careless.” Xuanxiong shook his head carefully and turned his head and said to one of the young men behind him: “Rayer, go get the Xuanxiaoyu in Xuanxiang Tang, quickly! ”

Xuanxuan Thunder, the only son of Xuanxuan's second master, he hurriedly responded. He looked at Xuanxuan Sword a few more times and quickly walked away.

The anxious footsteps came, and Xuanxuan and Xuanxuan rushed to his father. “Dad, did you just say that Xuanxuan sword appeared? Is it true? ”

The siren's gaze quickly fell on the siren's sword standing upright on the ground and on the man in black, whose eyes were as quiet as water.

This is Xuanxuan? Is it really Xuan? However, why does this Xuan look so familiar? It's almost exactly the same as the golden sword in Shura's hand!

Xuan Xiong Tian took two steps forward and looked at Xuan Xiang blade with a burning eye. He seemed to want to see its authenticity, but that made him believe in the hidden momentum that made him want to submit. He looked up and said, "I don't know who you are. Where did this golden sword come from? ”

The owners of these extended families clearly spoke with ancient style, the momentum in his voice diminished by a few points and implicitly with a sense of respect.

The wind was unanswered and he looked forward with a blind eye. His heart was similarly murmured, waiting for the “jade” in the mouth of Xuanxiong. Is it true that this sword from the turn of the world is the one that has been waiting for generations?

“Brother, can we look at Lushan's true face? And your sword. Is it really a sword?” Xuanlan said in alarm.

The hurried footsteps ranged from far to near, and Xuanlei was just approaching, suddenly he had a golden masterpiece in his hand. Xuan Xuan Thunder shouted, subconsciously dropped his hand and suddenly became a sweeping ball.

Xuanyu weirdly did not land, but rather weirdly floated, slowly to Xuanyu sword.

All eyes were on Xuan Yu, Xuan Yu Tian and Xuan Yu Xiao Xian shivered dramatically, and clever eyes blindfolded with water fog that had not appeared in decades.

As Xuanyu approached, the wind finally saw its shape. It's a thin, long, cloud-shaped golden jade... yes, it's a golden jade, crystal clear. The rounded corners are separated by a long gold wire, and the corners are joined by a tuft of raised gold wire. This shape is clearly... Sword Hot!

Xuanyu drifted over Xuanyu Sword, and the golden silk thread stuck into the neck of the handle of the sword, which was firmly connected to Xuanyu Sword.

“The sword! It's a sword!” Xuan Xiongtian and Xuan Xiongtian held hands, there was nothing more exciting, “God pity, a thousand years later, our Xuan family finally got to see Xuan Xuan. ”

“Push," two middle-aged men knelt down heavily, lying on their backs, in a humble position: “Xuan Xuan Xuan, the 273rd generation owner, greets Xuan Xuan Holy Lord in heaven! ”

“Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan Xuan ”

The two lords knelt together, and the domestic servants and guards rushed to kneel, and the clouds of terror quickly pulled a stagnant face on their knees.

The wind is silent. Simply because of a sword, the master of Xuan did not hesitate to bend to his knees. Whether they are hasty, corrupt, or their obsession with Xuan has really reached an irremediable point. He pulled up the sword in front of him and held it in his hand.

“It is rumored that your family will submit unconditionally to those who possess the sword, and be holy to the Lord of the Xuan. It is a lie! ”

“Yes!” said Xuan Xiong Tian lying on the ground. "From now on, we will leave Xuan Xuan to the Holy Lord, and we will not dare to make a slight breach? ”

“Even though I'm a poor, evil man?” The sound of the wind is cold.

Xuan Xiongtian replied without hesitation: "Yes! The ancestral training has a saying; when Xuanxuan is once again present, the holders of Xuanxuan, the rich, the rich, the rich, the rich, the rich, the rich, the handicapped, the raped, the evil, we must all surrender unconditionally and never betray. This is the highest creed of our Xuan family for centuries, and the disobedient, the vanquished. ”

But he knew clearly in his heart that whoever truly rapes the evil will not be recognized by God.

The wind carried several people's face changes into their eyes, and their hearts whispered, which generation of brain-wrecked masters set the rules, which is simply irrational... and even more irrational, the owners of the Xuan family's generations did not fail to abide by this creed, as if they had been completely brainwashed.

“Never betray… even if I let you die, will you not hesitate to dictate before me? ”

“Never hesitate!!” Xuanxiong Tian chopped off the iron and said.

The wind fainted.

Around the wind, only Xuanlu Blue stood, she stared at the wind with her lovely big eyes open, as if she was stunned by the change in front of her.

But Xuan Xiong Tian and Xuan Xiong did not reprimand her for kneeling, because she would not have had to kneel.

Xuan Xuan Lan and Xuan Xuan Yun looked at the wind with extreme complexity. Xuan Xuan Lan couldn't help but want to make a noise several times, all stopped by Xuan Xuan's eyes.

That voice, it's Shura!!

And that sword, why is it so much like his weapon of return to the world? Coincidence... illusion?

“For more than a thousand years, our Xuan family has waited too long, and we ask the Holy Lord to lead our Xuan family, we must only order from! If there is betrayal, the heavens and the earth will not be forgiven!! ”

The wind turned around and flew all the way to the sky in front of everyone, startling everyone.

Is he a god? Is he a fairy... or is everything a dream!?

“I will come to you in due course.” The sound of the wind falls from the air and passes clearly into everyone's ears.

“Congratulations to the Holy Lord Xuan.” Xuan Xiongtian looked at the sky with enthusiasm and could hardly resist worship. Flying in the air, this ability, which should not exist in the world, excites him and makes him feel like he's in a dream.

Unfortunately, he did not stay too long and did not even show the true face of Lushan. However, it was enough that the year-long desire was fulfilled in his own hands, and the sky was once again in tears. With the sword of Xuanxuan, with the Holy Lord, who is extraordinary, everything fits perfectly with the prophecy. He believed that the Xuan family could again reach the height of its arrogance, as foretold.

Xuan Xuan Yun and Xuan Xuan's face were constantly changing, and at this time they appeared cautious and delicately tasted a name passed into their ears before the wind escaped.

“A sword in the sky. ”

Xuanxiong Tian stood up from the ground, Tiger eyes swept around, voice unprecedented majesty: “As you can see, he is the Holy Lord of Xuanxiang who has waited for a thousand years for us in the world. Remember him firmly in your heart. As long as you are still a Xuanxian for a day, you must submit to him forever. Besides, there must be no leakage of half a dozen things today. Not to mention that no one is allowed to pursue the fate of the Holy Lord privately in order not to offend him. ”

“Spread out.” Xuan Xiongtian waved.

Xuanxuan Thunder's face was so red, he finally couldn't help but say: “Uncle, why should we so easily hand over the foundations created by our family for thousands of years to an outsider who doesn't even know his face? This is really...”

Bang!!

A heavy slap fan on Xuanxuan Thunder's face, Xuanxuan Huang pointed at Xuanxuan Thunder and said angrily: “If you still consider yourself a Xuanxuan family member, don't ever say that again. Without Xuanxuan sword, without us Xuanxuan family, without me, let alone you!! And those who are recognized by the Lord will surely be the Chosen Wonder One!! Xuanxuan Sword is the immutable pillar of our Xuanxuan family. Without Xuanxuan, we Xuanxuan family will lose the celestial edge. Any further effort can only fail every day. And the noble Holy Lord, his life is linked to the life of our family. He is the one who glorifies me, he is the one who rots me, he is the one who dies!! ”

These are the secrets recorded in the training of the Xuanxue family. Xuanxue Cloud and Xuanxue Lan were only learned six months ago. Xuanxuan Thunder stood halfway, kneeling heavily and shouting: “The child is dull and willing to be punished. ”

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