You!" Ye Xiaolang gritted his teeth and wanted to refute, but he couldn't say a word.

"And you Wei Shu," Wang Langtai simply let go, ignoring his father's stern warning gaze, and continued to tremble, "Do you think that you have made a lot of great contributions at the Demon Sweeping Conference, and you can hide the sins of several of your junior disciples? Zhong Bingquan, Yang Zhaoluo, and Sun He, these three colluded with the local gentry during the duty of the bad mansion in Yong'an City, forcibly seized the people's women and people's property, and acted for the tiger, and the evil deeds are too numerous to read.

Wei Shu's face changed, and he said dejectedly: "Since you know, why don't you say it!"

Yang Quanjun looked at his most trusted disciple in disbelief, the actions of those three would not be too much to kill even if they were killed on the spot.

Wang Langtai sneered, and changed his goal, "Ye Qinglan is the first seat in the night, you have been in charge of the Golden Dome for all the years, and you have collected a large amount of maintenance fees from various veins, among which the Tibetan Sword Peak was once exploited by you to the point of becoming a seller, but you have filled your own pockets, won't your conscience feel guilty? Also, you hold the Golden Dome admission voucher, recycle it at a low price and sell it at a high price, and treat the Sword Court as a trading place, and you still have the status of a Taoist in your heart?"

"You spew blood, the master will never do such a thing!" Gu Mingxuan refuted angrily.

"Hmph, will you do it, you ask her yourself!" Wang Langtai said with disdain.

Gu Mingxuan looked at his beloved master Ye Qinglan, only to see that the latter's face was uncertain, although he looked shocked and angry, he did not refute, and suddenly thought of the extravagant expenses of Soul Sword Peak, thinking that they never had to go out to perform tasks in the wind and rain, but there was always endless money, and the truth was so pale.

Wang Langtai then changed his target, pointed directly at Shen Wanzhou and said: "And you Shen Wanzhou, I have heard that you are in love with Lu Fengxin, but after a little temptation, you immediately succumbed, what about your self-esteem as a swordsman? What about your determination to maintain the Dao system? Isn't it a disaster to hand over the Sword Court to you people?"

Shangguan Qingyun of Heart Sword Peak suddenly said: "Come on, come on, you are so eloquent, I want to listen, what about Heart Sword Peak, what is wrong, it is better to pick on it." ”

Wang Langtai turned his head to look at Shangguan Qingyun and his disciple Gu Changming, and squinted his eyes, "On the surface, Tingyin Gu doesn't care about the world, and he shows the appearance of a madman who 'does his own thing'. But you don't care about mundane affairs, every time it's your turn to fight against the demons in Tingyin Valley, you can't go out of retreat one by one, I don't know if you disdain, or don't you dare?"

Shangguan Qingyun said angrily: "Every time the heart sword has comprehension, it must be retreated, otherwise it will go mad, do you dare to say that you don't know?

Wang Langtai just sneered. Gu Changming said to Shangguan Qingyun, "All have understanding, so retreat." Shangguan Qingyun's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

At this time, the "coalition forces" of all veins felt bad in their hearts, they were originally victims who united to resist the evil forces, but they were counted down by Wang Langtai like this, but they became moths that needed to be removed from the sword court, and they couldn't refute it.

Ye Xiaolang suddenly took a sip, "In this way, you persecuted the senior brother, defended the murderer, wantonly fabricated charges to arrest people, I don't know how many of your fellow disciples were unjustly killed, you Wang Langtai is innocent, and you Wang Langtai is dedicated to the Sword Court?"

Wang Langtai said: "In the sixth and sixth seven years of the New Yan Floating Calendar, the beast tide broke out in Xinyu, and the Sword Peak of the Sect Sect was disposed of, and Lu Wuzhang, a stinky old man, was afraid of trouble, so he used the excuse of retreat to push you to Ye Xiaolang. What did you do?" he angrily accused, "You took the same door down the mountain, and went to pretend to be a beggar halfway, and you had to be with the same door, and as a result, you cleaned up a hooligan bully, but the beast tide could not be stopped in time, and the people of Xinyu were killed and injured more than 60,000. ”

Ye Xiaolang was suddenly speechless.

Wang Langtai did not give up, and said indignantly: "In the first year of Qiyuan, a new round of the righteous and demon war opened, and the Mirage True Monarch asked the Sword Court to send a few people who were not afraid of death to assassinate the demon generals!

In the winter of the third year of Qiyuan, the senior brother went to hunt the Fengtian cultists, and the bad mansions in various places mixed into the demon clan, creating headless bloody cases, killing and arresting without permission, causing unprecedented chaos in all parts of Jianzhou, and even the evil deeds of bad people slaughtering the city, you are all not the same thing, only shirk it to the person on duty, if it wasn't for me to convince my father, the sword wielding will always be ninety percent of the troops, suppressing the bad mansions in various places, so that it did not cause a catastrophe......

"The seat you said earlier is not quibbling, because that is the truth, and it is also the way of survival of the Soul Sword Peak for generations, but it is not right here. Ye Qinglan suddenly interrupted, "Your so-called Mirage True Monarch's request is actually a beheading plan put forward by the Dao Court, and the Sword Court is just unwilling to obey the Dao Court's arrangement, so it deliberately shirks the blame, and the rest of the Dao Sect is not the same? We don't know who he found, and the praise issued by the Dao Court later was also sent by Yang Qiusheng to each vein, and it is still stored in the warehouse. The Demon Clan mixed into the bad mansion incident, the six veins did not know in advance, and after the slaughter of the city, it was the first of us to go down to pacify it in person, otherwise we would be able to fight with the number one master Qinglong under the Demon Monarch with the Floating Flower Sword and Wang Fu?"

"We didn't expect Qinglong ......"

"That's it. Yang Qiusheng interrupted Wang Langtai, who was still to be said, "What the truth is, it doesn't matter now, everything I Yang has done is for the sword court, if you don't believe it, you can speak with the sword." ”

Lu Wuzhang sneered: "Fortunately, you still remember to use your sword. ”

Ye Qinglan said: "No matter what you Yang is for, holding a sword cannot replace the Sword Court, this is the only truth, otherwise, even if we are not in a thousand ways, we will definitely resist to the end in order to protect the Sword Court!"

Yang Qiusheng said with a smile: "Senior sister used the word 'stubborn resistance' to describe it, obviously she understood something. ”

Ye Qinglan stretched out her hand and held it, and the natal sword that had accompanied her for decades manifested in her hand, and shouted loudly: "You hide your cultivation, which shows the ambition of the wolf, today you are a saint, or the universe, I, Ye Qinglan, but if I have a breath, I will never allow you to get involved in the Sword Court!" Her determination immediately infected the "coalition army", led by the heads of each vein, drew their swords one after another.

"Okay, the seven veins of the Sword Court, I'll make a break today!" Yang Qiusheng looked at his fellow door with a look of death, and behaved in pain, his clothes suddenly had no wind and automatic, he seemed to stretch his waist, he had an extra body, injected more Yuan Shen, and swelled rapidly, growing straight to twenty zhang away, and he was the True Monarch of the Manifest Saint. The primordial god manifested himself as a true monarch, and with a big move, the wind and clouds within a radius of a hundred miles changed rapidly, and countless star powers were grabbed, naturally condensed, and millions of star powers instantly condensed into thousands of drops of true yuan, and it took two or three days for a land true immortal cultivator to condense a drop of true yuan, and he only needed one breath.

Everyone was aware of it from the conversation, but when they really saw the scene of the manifestation, their hearts were still shaken. Yang Qiusheng's wrist flicked, and these thousands of drops of true yuan merged into a sword and slashed down...... It was like the earth-shattering power of the mountains and seas, this sword did not fall, the storm under the strong pressure has destroyed the surrounding buildings into ruins, and then shattered in the blink of an eye, the soul sword peak has accumulated for thousands of years, overthrowing and rebuilding the palace many times, and it was razed to the ground in an instant.

The crowd could barely open their eyes under the pressure, and under the pressure of the huge disparity, endless pain poured in, and the only way to get rid of it was to surrender or obediently accept death.

Ye Qinglan knew that she must not show cowardice at this moment, otherwise the morale of the army would be dissipated immediately. She screamed, bursting and splattering blood despite the fact that her body couldn't bear it, she rose into the air under huge pressure, facing a sword that occupied almost all her sight, "Sun Wheel, Moon Wheel, Soul Seal......

Her sword realm is like the sails of a small boat resolutely in the face of a tsunami set off by a hurricane...... The sword light swung out from half of the daylight wheel and half of the moonlight wheel, faintly but tenaciously extending ten zhang away, building a beautiful two-color sword light wing behind her. Her seven orifices were oozing blood, and her face was stained like a miserable ghost, which formed a strong contrast with the beautiful sword light wings, but her voice was unusually calm, "For the Sword Court, for the Soul Sword Peak, Qinglan has no regrets about dying!"

"Sword Realm, Nine Thousand Floating Slaughter!"

The sword in his hand slashed straight out, and the sword light wings were handed out layer by layer, and in an instant, he carried out a nine-thousand-heavy blow, and the sword light of the second stage was stacked like a tower, freezing the sword that gathered thousands of drops of true yuan in mid-air;

The rout dispersed, the sword realm disappeared, and Ye Qinglan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

"Qinglan!" Lu Wuzhang let out a sad cry, and was the first to rush up to catch it, seeing that the latter's eyes were closed, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, his heart suddenly ached, and his old tears were rampant, "Qinglan, if you die, I will never live alone!" He handed Ye Qinglan over to Gu Mingxuan to take care of, and he also went to the sky.

Yangquanjun and Shangguan Qingyun glanced at each other, followed the air, and came to Lu Wuzhang's side, and the three of them glanced at each other, and they had a tacit understanding.

That sword was hit by Ye Qinglan's full force, and its falling momentum was slightly blocked, creating an opportunity for the three of them.

Lu Wuzhang continued to rush up, the most wonderful sword style in his life, slowly danced, the beautiful sword light appeared with the sword style, the sword realm quietly opened in a small area, he was like the best dancer, those sword lights were the accompanying dance, the stars and the moon were like the moon, making him the stamen of the center.

"Sword Realm, everyone wakes up and I'm drunk!" He was sloppy and unkempt, and his clothes were stained with oil all the year round, like an old beggar, but at the moment he seemed to be a handsome and independent man, indescribably chic and dignified.

At the same time, Shangguan Qingyun stared at the bottom, and quickly sank into his own realm: listening to the echo of the ding-dong, the sound of the wind blowing a unique rhythm in the valley with nine bends and eighteen twists. Xin Jian Feng is mainly based on sword momentum, and he imagines the surrounding area as a listening valley, just like practicing on weekdays, and naturally condenses the sword momentum. His sword was the exact opposite of his suave name, with a fiery furiousness, and like a wild horse on the loose, he ran wild on the steppe for freedom.

"Sword Realm, Echo Conveying God!"

With a strong aura of freedom, the Yuan Shen really turned into a horse, wrapped like a strong wind, and caught up with Lu Wuzhang in front of him, so that he could ride faster than lightning.

That's not all, Yang Quanjun in the back, as soon as his hand was loosened, the sword was taken out of his hand, and he said loudly to Wei Shu below: "The apprentice is optimistic, this sword for the teacher is something that cannot be learned in the classics, and it is for the 'Royal Thousand Mountains'!"

The exquisite multi-stage swordsmanship, like a wind and clouds, "picks up" the sword intent left by the first two, and soon merges with the first two, so it becomes a sword in the sword, a sword in the sword, and several sword realms are superimposed, which is actually natural. Lu Wuzhang is the carrier of the sword, the first half of the sword, Shangguan Qingyun is the core of the sword, the edge of the sword, and Yangquanjun is the "master", that is, the person who holds the sword.

When it was too late, the triple sword realm collided with the sword condensed by thousands of drops of true yuan, and the hearts of everyone below were lifted, and their eyes stared at it without blinking, for fear of missing any detail.

Yangquan-kun seemed to be the farthest away of the three, but as the "Imperial Lord", he was under the most pressure. The three joined forces, but they were at a stalemate with each other. Under the weight of the manifestation, his body began to burst because he couldn't bear it, and the strongest sword in the world was still unable to break through the manifestation blow, and his heart was very anxious.

"Master!" Wei Shu gritted his teeth, eager to rush forward to replace him.

Yang Quanjun looked down at the young face of his apprentice, and couldn't help but think of the consequences of failure, I was afraid that he would be killed by Yang Qiusheng, he gritted his teeth and secretly told himself that he must not fail!

"For the Sword Court, for the sake of the Imperial Sword Peak!" he gritted his teeth, and made a dangerous move in adversity, first the Imperial Sword detached, followed by a counterattack, repeated detachment and a counterattack, and repeated several times, the barrier formed by the condensation of thousands of drops of True Yuan finally appeared a trace of cracks. He was overjoyed, roared angrily, and for the last time, the sword light pierced through the sword blatantly, and the people below immediately cheered.

The three first seats were separated, and they all floated down with great vitality and were caught by their own disciples.

"But what are you happy about when you catch my father's blow?" Wang Langtai used only one sentence to destroy the joyful atmosphere.

The faces of the coalition forces all changed, and when they went to see Yang Qiusheng again, they saw that there was not a single dust on his body, and his holy body was still standing between heaven and earth.

Due to the difficulty of the process, they forgot that the blow of thousands of drops of True Yuan was nothing more than raising his hand to the Manifest True Monarch, as ordinary as eating, drinking, and breathing.

Yang Qiusheng sighed, raised his sword and slashed again.