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A bell rang from afar, and everyone who was talking was quiet at this moment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

As for the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion who were in charge of the inspection, they were listening attentively at this time, and when the bell rang twenty-seven, their faces became extremely strange.

Twenty-seven rings, for the first time in so many years, the light spirit bell of their Heavenly Sword Pavilion has sounded twenty-seven.

Who could be the person who could make the light spirit bell ring twenty-seven? Although those disciples had their responsibilities on their shoulders, they couldn't help but rush out of the palace and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

But in the void, the nine-headed beast with sharp horns on its head and the shape of a lion, but ten times larger than a lion, was pulling an ancient chariot with a thunderous aura all over its body, and it was speeding from a distance.

Behind this ancient chariot, three thousand warriors dressed in silver armor, at first glance, looked like thunderous warriors, straddled the silver flying eagles, and thunder and lightning followed them as they went.

And on the chariot, the man with wings is as imposing as a mountain and mysterious as a god. Between the marches, there is an impulse to bow down.

"It's Emperor Moyun, his old man is here!"

"That's the Thunder Divine Guard, I heard that the Thunder Eagle they sat on, each of them was a demon beast at the level of the Five Realms of Yuefan. Woo, if I have a thunder eagle, then who in this world can beat me. ”

"The most powerful thing about the Thunder Divine Guard is not the Thunder Eagle they sit on, but the Thousand Thunder World-Destroying Array that they have gathered together to form a Great Array. ”

In the voice full of envy, I saw dozens of figures flying out of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, and the one flying in front was a cyan figure.

At this time, the speed gives people the feeling of flying, but in fact, he is walking, but every time he takes a step, a sword light is born under his feet, driving him to move a thousand square feet in an instant.

"The Moyun Heavenly Emperor is here, my Heavenly Sword Pavilion is shining, and I am in Xia Luo Jianyun, on behalf of my pavilion master, I came to greet him. ”

When the cyan figure stagnated in the void, it turned into a middle-aged man in his forties, and said to the visitor with a smile.

Lei Moyun was majestic, and he was not embarrassed to be beaten by Zheng Ming in a hurry, he laughed and said: "Brother Luo, I haven't seen you for many years, you don't have to be so polite to me, I came this time to congratulate the Golden Sword Saint, hahaha!"

There was a long laugh, like thunder, and all the warriors around were intimidated by Lei Moyun's momentum, and many people looked at Lei Moyun's eyes at this time, full of admiration.

"Since the Emperor of Heaven said so, it is better to be respectful than to obey his orders, this place is not a place to talk, you come with me. ”

Although Luo Jianyun is much weaker than Lei Moyun in terms of breath, he is calm, and he does things and speaks, and he is even more immovable, so people have a feeling that they are not weaker than Lei Moyun in comparison.

This also made more people feel the heritage of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Luo Jianyun led the way in front, and although Lei Moyun did not get off the chariot, he also talked to Luo Jianyun softly, and the group swept through the air and entered the Heavenly Sword Pavilion in a mighty manner.

"My husband should be like this, if only one day, I could also drive the long car straight to the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. There are warriors who look at the thunder clouds like the emperor going out on patrol, and there is a hint of yearning in his voice.

No one spoke sarcastically at the words of this warrior, because in their hearts, they also felt this way.

Someday, I'm going to be like Thunder Cloud.

Lei Moyun's chariot slowly dissipated into the void, but at this time, there were still people who were unwilling to leave. At this moment, the bell of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion rang again.

Moreover, the number of bells this time is also twenty-seven.

Or is it twenty-seven, who is it this time? The warriors who had already returned to the main hall all ran out quickly.

When their eyes were scanned to the surrounding sky, they saw a huge dragon boat, piercing through the sky, coming mightily.

In front of the giant boat, there are one hundred and eight giants with a height of more than 100 zhang, stepping on the void, holding the golden rope in their hands, silently pulling the dragon boat forward.

On the side of the huge dragon boat boat, a figure stands proudly above, although this figure is really like an ant and an elephant compared to the hundred-foot giant, but seeing this figure, countless people feel their hearts swaying.

The spirit of the emperor, this is the real spirit of the emperor.

The moment they saw this person, many people shouted in shock: "It's Emperor Xuan, it's really Emperor Xuan!"

As the heir of the emperor's true blood, Xuan Haoran's reputation is not inferior to that of Emperor Moyun Heaven, but even surpasses him by two points. 10,000 years Xuan Haoran has the best relationship with Jiang Wuji, and is recognized as the first person Jiang Wujian to sit down.

This time, the one who came out of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion to greet him was an old man who looked to be in his fifties. The old man was wearing a gray coat, giving people the feeling that he was ordinary and ordinary like a mortal, but the moment he appeared, even Xuan Haoran hugged his fists and saluted, calling him Zhao Lao!

This sentence of Old Zhao made a smile appear on the old man's face, and he said lightly: "It is the honor of our Heavenly Sword Pavilion that Emperor Xuan can come, please inside." ”

Xuan Haoran smiled and said, "This time is a day of great joy for Brother Wushen, how can I not come?"

"I'm afraid the emperor is not here to attend the wedding!" said the old man surnamed Zhao without saving face for Xuan Haoran.

Xuan Haoran looked up to the sky and laughed, and then said softly: "To be honest, I'm here to see the excitement, but in the same way, I'm also here to help, as long as that person appears, and the Heavenly Sword Pavilion needs it, we will definitely not stand idly by." ”

The old man surnamed Zhao frowned slightly, but did not speak.

The smile on Xuan Haoran's face was more than two points: "When I met Brother Wu a few days ago, his Great Yin and Yang Sword Technique has reached a bottleneck, I don't know if there is a breakthrough now." ”

"Zheng Ming is a person, and he must not be treated as an ordinary person. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao, who nodded his head slightly, said in a faint voice: "Zheng Ming also has some means, but the major affairs of my Heavenly Sword Pavilion are not allowed to be destroyed, if anyone destroys the major affairs of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, the old man, I don't mind killing him in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion." ”

"Besides, I can't do it, there is no god, and Senior Brother Xiao!"

Senior Brother Xiao's three words made Xuan Haoran's face move, and then there was a trace of fear in his eyes. He knew what Senior Brother Xiao represented, so after the fear dissipated, there was more of a smile on his face.

"If Xiao Yishan's seniors also make a move, then I can sit back and watch the excitement. ”

The old man surnamed Zhao didn't answer this sentence, he seemed a little rude, but the old man still did it even if he knew that it was rude.

Because, this is not only related to his pride, but also related to the pride of their Heavenly Sword Pavilion mythology.

Xuan Haoran didn't mean to investigate the old man's rudeness, he laughed, and urged the dragon boat to continue to move forward in the company of the old man.

After Xuan Haoran, one by one, the strength continued to appear, and all kinds of mount inscriptions made those martial artists who could only watch the excitement outside the palace feel more than enjoyable.

Even at this time, some people have begun to speculate whether the Glazed Holy Emperor and the Invincible War Emperor, who are the leaders of the two major forces in the Sunrise Domain, will appear.

The appearance of these two strong men, and I don't know what kind of collision will occur.

"Look over there, it looks like it's the Vientiane Gate!" someone let out a sharp cry, pointing his finger into the distance.

And in the direction of this person's finger, a pavilion slowly came.

Zheng Ming's identity is the most widely known, he is the sect master of the Vientiane Gate, so when he heard that the people from the Vientiane Gate were coming, almost all of them ran out of their retreat for a while.

For them, the arrival of Vientiane Gate is the beginning of the excitement, but they don't know if Zheng Ming is among the people who come from Vientiane Gate.

It was not too big an attic, compared to the giant boat of Xuan Haoran and the chariot of Lei Moyun, it was not of the same level, but when this attic arrived, many people's eyes were full of heat.

Originally, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion who were like butterflies wearing flowers, going back and forth in various palaces, also began to set their eyes on the attic one by one at this time.

As the responsible disciple of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion here, Mu Qingqiu's eyes at this time flashed a trace of helplessness.

In fact, she didn't want to see Zheng Ming at this time. Even anyone who has a relationship with Zheng Ming. In her heart, her master Jin Wushen is a man like a god.

This man filled her with respect, awe and gratitude, but also, in her heart, she left an indelible impression on Zheng Ming, who taught her to fly outside the sky.

In her feelings, her master and the man who was like a flying immortal outside the sky, the two of them should not be opponents, but a pair of friends who cherish each other.

However, when she came out of retreat, Fu Yuqing, who was a yang son and a yin girl with her master, turned out to be Zheng Ming's fiancée.

And his master, under the impetus of the elders of the sect, married Fu Yuqing, the first feeling that this news gave him was a dead end.

A dead end that there is no way to solve.

For Fu Yuqing, Mu Qingqiu has not seen it many times, and most of the time, when she sees Fu Yuqing, she is watching from afar. In her heart, Fu Yuqing, who is as elegant as a fairy, is an example for her to learn.

Many times, whether in terms of momentum and behavior, he is learning from Fu Yuqing, but she herself is a little unwilling to admit all this.

These days, she has been living in contradictions, not knowing what she should do in the midst of this storm.

As a disciple of her master, she should have stood by her master's side, but deep in her heart, there was a shadow that was constantly torturing him.

That person, whether he will come or not, the question, has been tormenting her.

Vientiane Gate is coming, and for her, this is almost the worst news, because this news represents a catastrophe.

A catastrophe she couldn't stop, a catastrophe that was about to happen, a catastrophe she absolutely didn't want to see. (To be continued.) )