Chapter 935: Your Waiting Lin Jiuxuan

"Lin Jiuxuan, here comes with the battle invitation."

"Sect Master of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, come and meet me quickly!"

Inside the hall on the top of Tianjian Peak.

Two voices suddenly exploded.

Ding Daoming, who was sitting upright, opened his eyes suddenly, and the expressions of the four elders below all changed.

"Lin Jiuxuan?"

"He actually dared to come!"

"This kid is too crazy! How dare you let the suzerain go to meet him!"

"It just so happens that the Chilian Sword Formation has been practiced for so long, and I haven't had a chance to use it. Today, I can use Lin Jiuxuan as a whetstone!"

The four elders below heard the words and their faces were full of anger.

"It's that guy!"

Yu Jinglong stood up suddenly, and Zhao Fu's expression changed wildly, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"He really thought he was invincible! How dare he come to our Jiangnan Sword Sect to act wildly!"

Zhao Fu clenched his fists tightly.

Hearing Lin Jiuxuan's voice made these two Jiangnan Jianzong geniuses feel humiliated.

Once, someone broke two misty rains in public, and now they directly knocked on the door, not paying attention to Jiangnan Jianzong at all!

"Sovereign, we request to fight! Just wait here, and the four of us will definitely bring you the head of Lin Jiuxuan!"

The four elders stood up together and bowed.

Ding Daoming nodded.

Those four elders, with a clear understanding, went out.

Yu Jinglong and Zhao Fu also hurriedly followed.

In their eyes, as soon as the four elders stepped out, Lin Jiuxuan, the only way left was to bow his head and proclaim himself a minister.

Ding Daoming, who was sitting beside him, slowly got up when the four elders left the hall together.

He is 1.75 meters tall, and he is just a handsome young man in the outside world, but in Jianzong, he is the suzerain of Jiangnan Jianzong holding Dunqing.

"It has appeared, Patriarch! Unexpectedly, in this world, there is actually someone who can break through the formation of prisoner swords left in the Qianjian Tomb."

"You have waited for so long, this time, your wish should come true."

Ding Daoming looked far away, looking at the long empty Jianzong hall. After standing there for a while, he turned around, stretched out his hand, grabbed a hidden knob behind the seat, and turned it suddenly.

As the knob was turned, the sound of gears and iron chains biting each other could be heard from the ground in the hall.

The sound was a bit jerky and slightly penetrating. As the sound sounded, a dark stone step leading to the ground gradually appeared on the ground.

The stone steps went down all the way, and the bottom was completely pitch black. Ding Daoming paused with his hand in his hand, took a deep breath, and then walked down the stone steps.

At the bottom of the stone steps, around the surrounding walls, kneeling corpses that have long been shriveled. On the top of each corpse's head, there is an ever-burning lamp that emits a faint light.

These ever-burning lamps lit with corpse oil can just illuminate the lower part of the stone steps.

The entire stone steps lead to a stone room, and the stone room is suspended with countless iron cables and steel chains. The criss-cross iron cables and steel chains are interspersed with a shriveled corpse that has long been eroded by the years and looks a little tired.

The shriveled corpse knelt on the ground, and a damaged long sword was placed in front of him.

The steel cable pierced through the lute bone of the mummy, and his body had countless wounds, which was particularly terrifying.

The shriveled corpse raised its head at this moment, staring at the front firmly, and it seemed that some nostalgia and reluctance could be seen in those empty eyes.

In front of him was a stone statue.

The stone statue is a woman.

The woman's clothes are fluttering, she doesn't look like a mortal, her appearance is cold and glamorous, she looks aloof and arrogant, and she holds a sword in her hand, as if she is going to step into the sky at any time,

Ascension into a fairy.

Even if it is just a stone statue, it is lifelike, like a living person, more like a fairy descended from heaven.

Standing not far from the shriveled corpse, Ding Daoming glanced at the stone statue of the woman with the trance-like lamp on. This glance made him feel a little dazed and almost fascinated by it.

But soon, he took a deep breath, calmed down his restless state of mind, and then respectfully bowed to the shriveled corpse.

"My Jiangnan Sword Sect has been established for hundreds of years. Thanks to the ancestor who founded the mountain by himself, he blessed our Jianzong to prosper for a hundred years. Today, someone stepped into the Qianjian Tomb and broke the formation of prisoner swords. According to the ancient teachings left by our ancestors, Disciple Ding Daoming, as the 78th Suzerain of Jiangnan Sword Sect, has come to pay homage, and I hereby inform you!"

Ding Daoming cupped his fists and bowed his body. As he spoke, his voice echoed faintly throughout the ancient room.

After he finished speaking, his whole body was tense and his face was full of tension.

Within the Jiangnan Sword Sect, there is an ancient motto that only the suzerain knows, it is this place and this corpse.

The corpse is the founder of Jiangnan Sword Sect, the craftsman who polished the stone statue back then.

Ding Daoming only knew that when the Prisoner Sword Formation was broken, the Sword Sect was in danger, and even with his strength as the Jiangnan Sword Sect Master, he might not be an opponent who could break the Prisoner Sword Formation.

But that ancient saying only said that when you encounter such a situation, you should come and inform, but it didn't explain what it is useful for.

At this moment, Ding Daoming was also extremely disturbed and full of uneasiness.

The surrounding area was still extremely quiet.

The ever-burning lamp and the flickering candlelight seemed a bit stunned.

In the underground place, it seems that time has completely frozen and frozen, and there is an indescribable smell in the air.

"It seems that maybe after the patriarch left the ancient instructions, he came here to practice in seclusion. The patriarch thought that someone would break the prison sword formation in a few years at most, so he let the patriarch of the sect come to see him at that time, so as to arouse the patriarch. out of the mountain."

"But it's been so many years..."

Thinking of this, Ding Daoming sighed, and he bowed three times to the shriveled corpse with the pipa bone pierced through, then turned around and walked outside, with a clear hand in his hand and a determined expression on his face.

Since someone dared to fight this Jiangnan Sword Sect.

As the suzerain of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, he must fight with blood.

"Lin Jiuxuan, I want to see how capable you are, dare to come and step on my Jiangnan Sword Sect!"

Ding Daoming was full of vigor and sharpness, and he seemed to be a bit fierce and domineering, and strode out.

As he passed by the ground, he brought a gust of wind, which made the candles of the surrounding lamps fluctuate for a while.

After Ding Daoming left.

The stone chamber once again returned to its original calm.

Candlelight flickered from the surrounding lanterns, illuminating the side face of the stone statue.

Time seemed to stand still.

"Lin... Jiu... Xuan..."

In the empty stone room, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

The shriveled corpse that had been dead for many years opened his mouth, and his dark eye sockets shone like candlelight.

He stared blankly at the stone statue of the woman in front of him, and murmured.

"For many years, you said you would come back, and I have been waiting here."

"But why, why did you lie to me?"

"If you want to wait for that Lin Jiuxuan, I will drain his blood personally today..."

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