Jian Changtian snorted: "Don't let others talk about trash?"

Several clan leaders: "..." Has the city lord been given blood these past few days? He is quarreling with everyone he sees?

Jian Changtian stood with his hands behind his back.

Maybe...this is Su Xuan's way of survival.

"But I really don't wrong myself in the slightest."

He looked at the square with curses in the sky, feeling speechless.

Perhaps even he himself had forgotten that he might have had this thought when he was young... The city was full of uproar.

And Su Xuan...walked alone in front of a blue lake.

This is the Bijian Lake of the Demon-Suppressing Tribe.

The fourth intersection point of the sword path! Next, Su Xuan will construct the fourth flesh and blood sword path! His expression is cold and stern, persistent, and also crazy.

When he walked into Bijian Lake, he was startled.

This place is not as restrictive as other places. It took almost no time for Su Xuan to figure out this place.

He raised his eyebrows, but without thinking much, walked directly into the sword path.

He didn't know that a woman was watching him walk into the sword path by the lake.

"With three swords of glory added to his body, this person may really be able to repair his sword path.

But…it’s just too urgent.”

The woman shook her head, holding the tiger and wolf sword in her hand.

She...is none other than Jian Changtian's daughter.

"Father...how can you let him go like this?"

The woman frowned.

"The path of swords cannot be repaired overnight!"

at the same time.

Su Xuan was already standing at the fourth intersection.

His arm fell off and fell to where it was broken.

Derived from flesh and blood, Chang'an's sword is raging.

Su Xuan was silent and his face began to turn pale again.

Three days later.

The fourth flesh and blood sword path is completed! "It's time to start!"

Su Xuan exhaled heavily.

The gaps in the four flesh-and-blood sword paths began to slowly close up.

Su Xuanru was struck by lightning, and his whole body trembled.

This kind of pressure is like the physical body being crushed into countless pieces.

Every inch is tortured! "Open."

Su Xuan growled, "It's so stressful to leave Jianlu!" Outside, he would feel less pressure.

But just at this moment.

Su Xuan suddenly raised his head.

In the distance, an illusory figure slowly walked along Chang'an Sword Road.

He is young.

His sword intention is pure.

He is also repairing the sword path.

But at this moment.

The young man raised his head.

He seemed to have seen Su Xuan, and smiled brightly and said: "You can walk the road for me that I haven't finished yet."

That year, Jian Beichen was young and full of energy, full of high spirits, with the best vision for the world and the most persistent persistence in the way of swordsmanship.

He promised an old man to repair Chang'an Sword Road.

But... I haven't come back for two hundred years.
Chapter completed!