Senior Brother Wu and the female disciple's expressions changed.

Deng Shu......

The Tianjiao, who stepped into the seventh grade at the age of thirteen and can be called the leader of the younger generation of Penglai Sword Pavilion, turned out to be the grandson of Deng Xiaoyao's predecessors?

No wonder Deng Shu was so young that he was able to learn swordsmanship from the side of Elder Rong Yue.

Rong March's master.

It's the legendary swordsman in front of you!

"I asked you, didn't you hear me? ”

Deng Xiaoyao's voice was a little hoarse and vicissitudes, and he bent down and coughed twice, looking like an old man who was terminally ill and about to go to the ground.

But the millions of swords in the sword mound trembled again, and the sword intent soared into the sky, almost piercing the sky, as if something terrifying was about to rush out.

Under this majestic sword intent.

Senior Brother Wu and Senior Sister, who were in a lowly realm, directly weakened their knees and knelt on the ground, and the two of them said in a trembling voice: "Senior Deng, it's Xu Lai and his daughter Xu Yiyi. ”

Deng Shu died on Gu'er Island.

This matter is not a secret in Penglai Sword Pavilion.

After all, there is no unventilated wall in the world, and after Xu Wandao left Gu'er Island with the disciples of the three sects and nine pavilions yesterday, he notified the various sects and factions to come and lead people.

The news of Deng Shu's death made Penglai Sword Pavilion angry, but he did not hold him responsible.

Because there is not only one white kite, but the rest of the disciples of various sects and sects have clearly spoken about Deng Shu's evil deeds. knew that if Deng Shu's kick went down, it would definitely kill Qian Xiao.

So for various reasons, Penglai Sword Pavilion was silent.

I didn't hold him accountable, but I didn't apologize either, so I didn't know about it.

The posture of this ostrich made Xu Wandao extremely unhappy, but he was helpless.

"Those who kill will always kill them, and Deng Shu's death is not unjust. ”

Knowing what happened, Deng Xiaoyao nodded.

Senior Brother Wu held his sister's cold hand tightly and didn't dare to speak.

Deng Xiaoyao.

At the age of three, he entered Penglai to cultivate, at the age of five, he entered the sword mound to find a sword, and at the age of ten, he became the first master of the younger generation, and was accepted as a personal disciple by Elder Taishang.

It is rumored that this generation of Penglai Pavilion Master was supposed to be Deng Xiaoyao, but he suddenly disappeared seventy years ago, and he had no choice but to let the current Pavilion Master with a little talent succeed him.

But this kendo genius.

But he left countless legends on Penglai Island, such as when he was eighteen years old, he slaughtered half of the sea city with one man and one sword.

The reason why it is a half-seater.

It's because the sea city is ruined, and there is no demon king for a long time, but killing nineteen great demons in a row still shocks the entire cultivation world!

How could such a demonic grandson die so calmly? I knew with my toes that it was impossible!

Therefore, Senior Brother Wu didn't dare to speak at all, for fear of being implicated.

"My grandson, you are not wronged in your death, you are really not wronged at all......" Deng Xiaoyao kept repeating this sentence.

He continued to cough and hunched over his waist to leave the sword mound.

"Let's go!"

Senior Brother Wu had cold sweat on his forehead.

He knew that the cultivation world was about to change, and Deng Xiaoyao, an old monster, was afraid that he would cause a big disaster, so he had to inform the pavilion master as soon as possible.

"Senior Brother Wu, my feet are numb. The senior sister cried with a sad face.

Senior Brother Wu picked up his junior sister without hesitation, and when he was about to leave, the two of them were stunned at the same time.

I saw a sword flying out of the sword mound.

A black-and-red greatsword!

Endless blood-colored mist swirled around the sword body, and as soon as it appeared, it filled the sky over Penglai Island.

Among them, thunder rolled.

A thunderbolt slammed into the giant sword, as if it was about to shatter the evil thing.

At the same time, the countless swords in the sword mound all exuded sword intent, gathering a small number into a lot, and they turned into an invisible seal to suppress this giant sword!

"Buzz"

The giant sword seemed to have a consciousness, constantly moving and struggling, wanting to escape from the seal, wanting to split the falling thunder.

But this is bound to be extravagant hope.

And because of the struggle of the giant sword, the Heavenly Tribulation fell more intensively.

In less than ten breaths, he saw that the black-red greatsword was about to be suppressed again under the sword mound.

100 meters away.

Deng Xiaoyao's vicissitudes of life and hoarse voice came: "The sword is coming." ”

He raised his right hand horizontally.

The seal formed by the sword intent of the countless swords in the sword mound shattered, and this black sword flew quickly like a wild horse.

was grasped by Deng Xiaoyao!

"Uhhh

Deng Xiaoyao's left hand landed on the blade of the sword, and with a forceful slide, blood gushed out.

The strange thing is that the blood did not drip to the ground, but was quickly absorbed by the black and red giant sword in his hand.

Deng Xiaoyao's left hand left the blade, and there was no blood to suck, and the giant sword trembled wildly.

"My own grandson is not unjustly dead, but you are very unjust, and you have been suppressed here for a thousand years. ”

"I know you want to drink blood, I'll take you. ”

"Donghai City will be your food and let the people there ...... For my grandson's funeral. ”

After Deng Xiaoyao finished speaking, the giant sword suddenly calmed down.

"It's time"

Deng Xiaoyao turned his wrist, carried the giant sword behind him, and left the sword shrine step by step, and then left the Penglai Sword Pavilion.

"Boom"

Thunder exploded in the sky.

There were constantly thunderbolts falling and smashing towards Deng Xiaoyao, more precisely, the sword on his back.

The movement of ten thousand swords in the Sword Pavilion, as well as the appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation on Penglai Island, had already alarmed all the powerhouses on the island.

Now.

The Sword Star Tower in a corner of the island is where the pavilion master lives.

A white-haired old man put his hands behind his back and looked at the clouds in the sky on the island, falling into silence for a long time.

"Pavilion Master, according to the disciple's report, Deng Xiaoyao's predecessor has appeared!"

A middle-aged man broke into the building and said with a panicked expression.

"I know. ”

The pavilion master was very indifferent: "Elder Liu, don't panic, sit down and have a cup of tea." Xiaoyao is my junior brother, and it's a good thing that he's back. ”

"A good thing?"

Elder Liu said angrily: "Pavilion Master, your junior brother came back this time and went straight to the sword shrine and took away a sword, and that sword is the Demon Sword Wuzheng!"

The Pavilion Master didn't speak.

Without even turning around, he looked through the window and continued to look at the clouds on the island.

"Xu Chen!"

Elder Liu said angrily: "As the pavilion master, don't you know what the Demon Sword Wuzheng represents?

"The swordswoman can't leave Penglai for the rest of her life, just to guard this magic sword. Even the establishment of my Penglai Sword Pavilion is to seal this sword. ”

"You actually let Deng Xiaoyao leave Penglai with the magic sword, are you a senior brother and a competent pavilion master!"

Elder Liu questioned one after another, and had already begun to call the pavilion master's real name.

"Elder Liu, look at your heavenly thunder, isn't it beautiful?"

Pavilion Master Xu Chen said with emotion: "My junior brother, I love my grandson Deng Shu the most, and I can't stop him from taking revenge." ”

"If you can't stop it, then I'll stop it. ”

Elder Liu turned around angrily: "A faction of three sects and nine pavilions, even if there is no Penglai, can kill Deng Xiaoyao!"

"It's late. ”

The pavilion master's voice was very soft, but it made Elder Liu very desperate: "The Penglai Island Mountain Protection Array is open, outsiders can't get in, and we can't get out." ”

"You-"

Elder Liu said in a trembling voice, "You will harm our Penglai Sword Pavilion!"

"Xu Lai is very strong, maybe a more orthodox monk than us, but the Xiaoyao junior who holds the magic sword is definitely stronger. ”

The Pavilion Master finally turned around.

showed a smiling face: "It will be a great blessing for me to have Deng Xiaoyao in Penglai Sword Pavilion!"