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Starfall Peak collapses.

The cultivators who gathered from all over the world to brew wine and watch the sword were either buried in the fragments of the mountain rocks, or escaped the disaster by luck, or were trapped in the heavenly pool and were pierced by countless ancient swords, no matter what happened to them, in short, no one cared about the life or death of these people.

Even if it is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion Sect.

The cultivation world is a world that is cold and dehumanizing.

In the long and endless river of time, any emotional meaning will be diluted by millions of years and will not survive.

Because this piece of heaven is a ruthless day.

A shattered world doesn't necessarily hurt a true saint, let alone a mountain falls.

Behind the emaciated and rickety figure of the Wuxiang Dao Sect, he protected Luo Changfeng and his senior brother Huang Fuyi.

Three figures stood on the eaves of the golden temple buried in the ruins after the mountain collapsed, gradually becoming clear as the wind swept away the drifting dust.

The star-picking old man was still standing motionless opposite the Phaseless Dao Sect.

The holy face in the sword with white beard and white hair and clear wind bones was expressionless.

The face is expressionless, which is the closest to a relieved look. No resentment, no anger, no fear, no joy, no sorrow, no sorrow, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with you.

Luo Changfeng, who was supported by Huangfu Yi, held his breath, and looked at the Kunlun master who was fighting against the teacher without blinking.

He's waiting.

He was waiting for a win-loss result.

There was silence around the ruins of Starfall Peak after the collapse.

There were no birds, beasts, and insects, no noise, no millions of swords, and even the bitter wails of those who had suffered were buried or blown away by the wind.

The Kunlun Divine Vein, which stretched for an unknown amount of time, seemed to have only these four figures left.

Time passed in silence.

The star-picking old man with a blank face was finally moved.

The star picker was slightly moved.

Then the corner of the mouth of this sword path saint surrounded by sword qi overflowed with blood.

This scene imprinted in Luo Changfeng's mind, and an indescribable shock rose in the latter's heart.

He didn't know how the teacher, whose cultivation had been exhausted, had crossed the distance of half the world in an instant, and appeared here.

He couldn't understand the teacher's shocking methods after holding the butcher's knife in his hand.

Luo Changfeng looked at the teacher's back, carrying thousands of years of time, but he still looked magnificent. He tried to say something, but when it came to his lips, he swallowed it anyway.

Because the teacher spoke.

"Lao Dao wants to take two apprentices back to the mountain. The Wuxiang Dao Sect squinted at the star picker who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and said.

This is not a complete sentence. But in the mouth of the Wuxiang Dao Sect, there is no following sentence.

Because he is not asking for opinions, let alone an active explanation, the Wuxiang Dao Sect is just stating an objective purpose.

He will bring his disciples back to the mountain.

Whether you agree or not, he just wants to take the disciples back to the mountain.

It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter your attitude.

This is the style of the Phaseless Dao Sect, and this is his arrogance that has been worn out by thousands of years of wind and rain.

After entering the Heavenly Pool, he was already injured by the unrivaled sword intent of the Huanhua Sword Washing Diagram, and then fell into a disadvantage with the Wuxiang Dao Sect again.

If you insist on leaving the Heavenly Atlas in Kunlun, I am afraid that this Sword Dao Holy Land, which has been inherited for thousands of years, will repeat the mistakes of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong a year ago.

As the head of the Sword Pavilion, he was worried that the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion could not be broken.

Even if he had enough confidence and strength to defeat the butcher's knife that ranked before the Seven Star Dragon Yuan on the Divine Weapon List, he was unwilling to exchange such a painful price for a meaningless victory.

The star picker was silent for a long time without speaking.

He raised his eyes and looked at the highest peak among the seventy-two strange peaks in Kunlun.

He knew that his junior brother stargazer was still in the Star Picking Pavilion, and he might be looking at his embarrassment and jokes coldly in the pavilion.

Thinking of the scene of the afterlife he saw before Qingmei boiled wine and explained the affairs of Muyun Sword City on the eve of the wine, the star picker suddenly smiled inexplicably wryly.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

He had a deep grudge with the fellow disciple of the stargazer, and he knew that sooner or later, the Kunlun Seventy-two Summit, which was left by his master, would encounter an unprecedented split disaster.

But in any case, he never thought that his junior brother would calculate himself so far for the resentment in his heart.

Using this academy boy with a heavenly map to awaken the Huanhua diagram buried in Tianchi, he calculated that he would not watch the sword washing catalogue fall into the hands of others.

And the price of his own meddling was to be injured by the incomparable sword intent of the Huanhua Washing Sword Diagram.

The Phaseless Dao Sect that protects the short will not ignore its precious apprentices, and the strength of the Six-Character Sect Dao Sect is undoubtedly a rare opponent even if it is the moment it returns.

What about the cultivation of the Sword Saint?

Even if he defeats the Phaseless Dao Sect that has returned to the light, what kind of attitude should he take to face the cultivation and not lose to his junior disciple at all?

The old man smiled bitterly.

This grievance that has been entangled for thousands of years is still in response to the afterlife scene that night, and after all, it still can't escape the reincarnation of the destiny of heaven, and after all, it is still the loss of itself!

The old man looked at the star-picking pavilion on the top of Kunlun.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure of the four divine swords Changhong standing on the top of the Star Pavilion with their hands around them, he sighed lightly in his heart.

Sighing lightly, the stargazer has fallen into a sea of resentment and cannot extricate himself.

The star-picking old man who breathed a sigh of relief was silent for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand again.

This time he reached out and didn't take the sword.

He only looked at the Wuxiang Dao Sect and said one word: "Please." ”

There are many meanings of please, but here it does not mean that it is to ask for war, and naturally it is not to ask for the first.

The old man who picks the stars is sending off guests, sending uninvited guests from afar.

......

This word fell into his ears, and Luo Changfeng and the senior brother glanced at each other in disbelief.

Thinking that this is the end? The old star-picking man who was in charge of the Kunlun Seventy-two Strange Peaks Sword Dao and cultivated as a Tongsheng became timid and fearful after making a sword move with his teacher?

Of course, Luo Changfeng would not think that the dignified Sword Saint Star Picking Old Man would be timid.

Looking at the world today, there is no existence that can deter the Sword Saint, even the Emperor Yutian, who has risen strongly in the past five hundred years, or the Bodhi Ancestor who does not know whether to live or die and the old man who peeps into the heavens.

There is only one reason that can explain the move of the star picker.

That's himself.

Luo Changfeng is not a saint, let alone the head of the Sword Pavilion, so he can't empathize with his position.

Frightened, able to get out of this sword pavilion grievance that has been entangled for thousands of years safe and sound, Luo Changfeng still felt relaxed. He and his brother stepped forward half a step forward in unison, holding the teacher's arm respectively.

The gaze of the Phaseless Dao Sect withdrew from the old man who picked the star.

He lowered his eyes.

I don't know if I can see.

The mountain wind blew the white beard and white hair, and his bony body began to tremble slightly.

His voice was full of indescribable tiredness, more like a sigh that had been accumulated for thousands of years.

"Let's go, the teacher will take you back to the academy......"

......

The hoarse voice of the Phaseless Dao Sect still echoed among the seventy-two peaks and mountains of the Sword Pavilion.

In front of the star-picking old man, there were no three figures, one old and two young.

There was only a light in front of the star-picking old man, a sword light.

The sword light flew from the top of the Star Picking Pavilion above the top of Kunlun in the distance, and wherever the sword light passed, the space left a long tunnel of scorched earth.

The stargazing old man's four divine swords were connected end to end into a flash of light that was indescribably fast, whistling towards him.

That flash of light suddenly magnified in the eyes of the star-picking old man!

Shine brightly!

That light instantly destroyed the hundreds of millions of galaxies in the eyes of the star-picking old man!

The star-picking old man suddenly closed his eyes!

The astonishing sword rays of the four divine swords passed through the eyebrows of the star-picking old man one after another!

This piece of heaven and earth fell silent in an instant!

......

On the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun, countless Kunlun disciples who saw the sword light penetrate the eyebrows of the head of the sect let out a heart-rending cry.

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, as if it was the roar of countless swords.

It's just that at this moment, the furious groans of countless swords are no match for a fierce roar that echoes endlessly between heaven and earth.

The stargazer standing on the top of the Star Picking Pavilion in tattered robes was roaring in the sky.

Yi Xingchuan, the veteran of the thousand-year-old grudge with his own hands, roared like crazy.

When he saw the divine sword piercing through the eyebrows of the old man who picked the stars, he had an indescribable joy in his heart.

"I'm revenged. ”

"I've finally avenged you. ”

"Hahahaha......"

A delicate shadow involuntarily appeared in the minds of stargazers.

He remembered the woman who had made him deceive his teacher and destroy his ancestors, abandon his teacher, and work hard, a woman named Qingluan.

He roared.

The sky is full of wind and clouds.

Thunder and lightning intertwined.

Then the torrential rain poured down.

The entire seventy-two peaks of the Kunlun Divine Vein were trembling.

Countless Sword Pavilion disciples were shocked by this long roar.

......

A rather embarrassed figure jumped out from under the starfall peak, which had been reduced to ruins.

It was a Buddhist.

A Buddhist disciple from the shattered world of the West stood on top of the ruins.

He faced the torrential rain and looked at the figure standing on the top of Kunlun and picking up the top of the Star Pavilion, blinded by hatred and going mad.

One thought knotted the Buddha seal with one hand.

Then he pronounced a Buddha name.

The voice was not loud, let alone strong.

The voice fell into the ears of the stargazers who were fascinated by love at the top of the Star Picking Pavilion.

The crazy old man Yi Xingchuan squinted his eyes and looked down.

I saw that the golden lotus in the ascetic's hand suddenly emitted a strange light alternating between yin and yang, and the golden lotus soared and flew up in the face of wind and rain.

The golden lotus was suspended above the void, and the yin and yang lights were extremely hot, as if it had held up a new world that the rain could not penetrate.

In that holy heaven and earth, under the countless gazes of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun, the yin and yang strange light emitted by the golden lotus slowly condensed into a holy shadow.

A shadow that was very familiar to the Sword Pavilion brothers.

That's Qingluan's shadow.

Qingluan's smiling shadow.

......

The stargazers on the top of the Star Pavilion at the top of Kunlun saw the long-lost and slender shadow.

So he was stuck there.

The star-picker who was dying after being pierced through his eyebrows by the four divine swords also saw the shadow.

With the last breath of his life, he saw the shadow.

As a result, the star-picking old man who had been in charge of the Sword Pavilion for thousands of years and had cultivated to a Tongsheng fell into the ruins of Starfall Peak......