It is unknown who built this attic. It has three floors and is magnificent.

When he came, Wang Feng had a little understanding that as long as there was no one in the attic of Mission Hills, he could move in at will. Therefore, Wang Feng didn't care, and took Li Jing and others into the attic.

Many kendo masters who had originally observed the swordsmanship of Mission Hills Lake in their respective attics were stunned when they saw the actions of Wang Feng and the others. meaning.

"He... how dare they enter Guanlan Pavilion?"

"Aren't these people afraid of death?"

"It's really interesting, is there still such a stunned young man these days?"

"Hey, these people are unfamiliar, they should be from outside the domain, there is something to watch."

All the sword cultivators chatted through voice transmission, their words were full of gloating.

As sword cultivators who stayed in Mission Hills all year round, they knew that some of these attics were absolutely forbidden to enter at will. Anyone who dared to step into them, except their respective owners, would be dead.

In recent years, quite a few stunned youths stepped into these attics without knowing what to say, and without exception, they all died.

Especially this Lake of Mission Hills, no matter how strong a sword cultivator is, he would not dare to touch it, because the owner of this Lake of Mission Hills is the Son of the Profound Sword Sect, one of the Five Dao Courts in the world in recent years all.

His kendo talent is superb, as hard as a sword, domineering and incomparable, anyone who touches it is basically beheaded by his sword, and becomes another ray of souls on his way of kendo, even if it is an old generation of strong, or Afraid of the Sword Profound Sacred Sect behind him, as well as his own strength, he would basically not provoke him.

Usually when this person comes, the entire Mission Hills Lake is in a good mood, for fear of offending this person.

Even if this person didn't come today, after the news spread, these daring people would not be able to survive. After all, in the Beyond God Realm, there are so many people who want to curry favor with this Holy Son of the Sword Profound Sect, and he doesn't even have to say anything. There are many forces and even powerful people who are willing to take action for him to solve Wang Feng and other daring people.

"Finally... see you again."

Standing in an attic in a remote place, a vicissitudes of life and a deep sigh suddenly resounded through the entire attic, and a vague gaze, through the attic, looked at the Guanlan Pavilion where Wang Feng and others were located.

"Husband, do you know those people?"

A gentle and delicate voice sounded in the attic.

In the attic, a young man in fine clothes is sitting cross-legged on a futon, and a table is placed in front of him, on which lies a simple and simple long sword, but if you look carefully, you can see It was found that the robe on the right arm of the young man was empty.

His eyes are deep and bright, revealing the vicissitudes of youth.

Beside the young man, stood a beautiful woman in a long purple dress, her eyes were full of gentleness, she was pouring tea for the young man, while asking curiously.

"There is still a period of cause and effect that has not been resolved."

The young man had far-sighted eyes, and explained a sentence softly, without saying much.

The beautiful woman nodded slightly, but did not ask further questions.

After thinking about it, the woman couldn't hold back after all, and said: "They have entered the Guanlan Pavilion now. With the temperament of that holy son, I am afraid that they will not be able to be kind. Husband plans to...?"

The woman looked at the young man fixedly, with traces of worry in her gentle eyes.

She is well aware of how terrifying the Sword Profound Sacred Sect is. Facing such a heavenly Dao court, even the forces behind her are hard to contend with. If young people intervene, it will be...!

Hearing this, the young man smiled slightly, held the woman's hand, and said softly, "My husband is a swordsman!"

"In these days, my husband has been here to understand the mystery of the sword in Mission Hills Lake, and has opened up a brand new way of the sword. However, the cause and effect have not been broken, and the husband has never been able to enter the realm of heaven and gods!"

"This time, maybe it's a robbery, maybe it's also a chance to be a husband!"

The woman's exquisite and delicate body trembled suddenly, she lowered her head slowly, and remained silent.

Swordsman, rather tough than broken!

She didn't want her husband to be in danger, but she also understood that she couldn't persuade him, if he retreated, it wouldn't be him.

After thinking about it, the woman raised her head, stared at the young man, and said with a sweet smile: "No matter what my husband does, Yun'er will support you."

The young man didn't speak, but held the woman's hand even tighter.

At this time, the young man and the woman seemed to sense something, and they stared at the void in the distance together.

At the same time, the sword cultivators in the other attics also looked in that direction with gloating looks on their faces.

"Those people, it's going to be miserable...!"

In Guanlan Pavilion, Wang Feng and others didn't know that all the sword cultivators in the attic were distracted by them. At this moment, he took Li Jing and others to stand on the third floor of Guanlan Pavilion, looking at the entire Mission Hills Lake.

Climbing up and looking far away, this loft does not seem to be high, but standing on the third floor, you can see the whole view of Mission Hills Lake.

This lake is no different from the rumors, it looks like a sword mark, standing here, Wang Feng and others can feel the wisps of sword intent coming out of Mission Hills Lake and drifting towards them.

These sword intents do not hurt people, and are full of endless gentleness, just like a refined and easy-going person, telling the world his way through the sword in his hand.

Sensing these sword intents carefully, Wang Feng shrank his pupils and stared at Mission Hills Lake, as if he wanted to see through it completely.

These sword intents are mysterious and unparalleled, as deep as the sea, and he actually feels the sword way that is almost close to the Dao in it? Could it be that this sword cultivator who split through Mission Hills Lake with his sword is a celestial ancestor-level figure?

Or even an existence that has half a foot into the Dao God Realm?

Originally, Wang Feng simply wanted to use the mystery of this Mission Hills lake to prove his own swordsmanship and help his swordsmanship to a higher level, but now, he is more interested in this sage of swordsmanship who cut out of Mission Hills Lake.

He circulated the source power in his body, concentrated it in his eyes, and then looked at Mission Hills Lake.

Under his gaze, the entire Mission Hills Lake seems to have changed, the original sword energy, the lake of sword intent, and the attic, etc., UU reading www. uukanshu.com has all disappeared, only lush mountains.

But at this moment, an unremarkable sword light fell from the sky, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked in an instant, and Mission Hills Lake was formed in this way. A woman, standing above the sky, has not withdrawn her sword finger.

With this sword, the opponent didn't even use a sword, but just used a sword finger to cut out a sword at will.

When he glimpsed these two figures, he even felt the source power in his body trembling slightly, as if he had touched the same kind of power.

"boom!"

"get out."

Just when Wang Feng wanted to take a closer look, there was a roaring sound, and the illusion was cracked inch by inch, and he also returned to reality, with two strands of blood overflowing from his eyes, he shook slightly, evaporated the blood, and looked angrily at outside the attic.

If it wasn't for the disturbance from the people outside the attic, he might be able to see the real face of the green shirt, and even use the source force to move his sword way, so that he can really get close to the sword way of this sage swordsman.