[Main Story] Go to the 36 Barriers to the East of the Wounded City to check the situation!

Experience gained: 350,000

Gold obtained: 50,000

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Hurt City Lord: "What? The situation is so serious? No, we must find a way to stop them!"

"However, we can't even grasp his whereabouts, how can we stop them?" Leng Qiu also frowned.

"Sword Pavilion, they should be in the Sword Pavilion!" said the city lord of the Wounded City.

"Sword Pavilion?" Leng Qiu muttered and asked again, "Where is the Sword Pavilion?"

The city lord of the wounded city said: "Out of the east gate, to the northeast, three thousand meters, there is a mountain range, the mountain range blocks the border between demons and humans, there is only a steep mountain road, the sword pavilion is located at the throat of the mountain road, there is a husband when the pass, ten thousand people are not open!"

"The Sword Pavilion is so far away from here, how can you tell that they will be there?" Leng Qiu blinked.

The City Lord of the Wounded City said, "Because, the Tianyuan Giant Sword was created in the Sword Pavilion!"

"No, is the Sword Pavilion still responsible for building weapons?" Leng Qiu couldn't figure it out, the Sword Pavilion was not a rear supply point, it was the front line?

The city lord of the wounded city shook his head: "The high mountains around the Sword Pavilion are the same as the sharp blades of the sky, its momentum is like a sword, the momentum is like breaking the sky, the first city lord was the defender of the Sword Pavilion, and he once invited the master of the world's god weapon casting in the Sword Pavilion, with the help of this natural momentum, to create the Tianyuan Giant Sword!"

Leng Qiu thought of a possibility, and immediately said, "You mean, he wants to use the sword momentum of the Sword Pavilion to cleanse the demon blood in the Tianyuan Giant Sword?"

The Wounded City City Lord nodded and said, "That's right, if he doesn't want to be devoured by that bloody power, the Sword Pavilion is his only choice!"

Leng Qiu lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head again and asked, "What is the identity and origin of this leader of the traitors in the Wounded City, and why do you know so much about these?"

The city lord of the wounded city was silent and said, "He is the descendant of the first city lord!"

These words seemed to be expected, and as if they were unexpected, Leng Qiu was only slightly stunned before regaining his composure.

"It seems that he wants to restore the glory of his ancestors!" Leng Qiu thought to himself.

[Main Story] Go to the Sword Pavilion

Description: The leader of the traitors in the Wounded City is very likely to be in the Sword Pavilion, and the Wounded City Lord asks you to go and investigate quickly!

Mission Area: Sword Pavilion

Objective: Wounded City Lord

Investigate the Sword Pavilion (ongoing... ）

Rewards:

Experience: 500000

Gold: 50,000

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"Let's go!" Just a light glance at the mission, Leng Qiu led everyone to the Sword Pavilion, now, he only wanted to know the true intentions of the leader of the traitors in the wounded city, as for this task,

It's really not in a hurry, after all, they have already recovered their original strength, and this level only restricts the mission area, otherwise, he would now want to challenge the Beast God Temple.

With the Ice Dragon Baby, a mount that travels thousands of miles a day, it really won't take long to reach the Sword Pavilion.

What catches your eye is the endless mountains, shaped like sharp blades, reaching into the sky.

Above the blade was a starry sky, the stars were shining, and a bright moon was dotted among the mountain blades.

I don't know if it's a matter of angle, looking from the direction of Leng Qiu, the so-called Sword Pavilion faintly seems to be in the middle of that bright moon.

At this time, it was the middle of the night, and a faint light smoke shrouded the mountains everywhere, adding a wisp of mystery and ethereal feeling to the Sword Pavilion.

A breeze blew, and a coolness spread to the hearts of several people.

The Sword Pavilion is not as desolate as it seems, it is surrounded by tall trees with long, narrow and sharp leaves, and that's nothing, the point is that they are upright and upright, completely ignoring gravity.

"It's so strong and oppressive. Is this a natural sword momentum?" Don't you really say, as soon as he got close to here, Leng Qiu almost ran out of breath, and it took more than ten minutes to barely get used to it.

"Let's go up on foot!" The night was misty, and they were afraid that they would be attacked if they flew up, so Leng Qiu planned to walk up, of course, the most important thing was that they needed some time to get used to the sword momentum here.

Not to mention the Sword Pavilion, just say that the mountain road leading to the Sword Pavilion has the risk of being closed by one husband and ten thousand people.

"Everyone, be careful!" Leng Qiu admonished a few people.

After walking less than half the way, there were a few shadows flashing in front of him, Leng Qiu guessed, this should be the sentry set up by the Sword Pavilion, this traitor leader of the wounded city is really a thoughtful and cautious person!

"The Sword Pavilion is not a place that you can touch! you better go back!" The voice of the leader of the traitors in the Wounded City floated around him, and it seemed to be far, far away from here.

Leng Qiu patted his head, he was too careless, when he was in the ancient tomb, the leader of the traitors in the wounded city had told him that he had always liked to leave his hands to prepare.

Leng Qiu guessed that he must have left something around, and as soon as a few of them passed by, the leader of the traitors in the city would find out about their existence.

Leng Qiu immediately shouted, "Your ancestor is a famous hero! I understand your desire to restore your family's glory. It's just that your current actions are undoubtedly a black attack on your ancestors. ”

"The glory of the ancestors? whether it is glory or disgrace, it is the business of the ancestors. What do you have to do with me?" said the leader of the traitors in the city. "People should not covet those vain scenery, but should be their true selves, where they should be. No matter who you are, you have to stay in the right place to make your life worthwhile. ”

"Where should I be?" Leng Qiu followed and said, "Not to restore the glory of the ancestors?"

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"In order not to leave any regrets!" the leader of the traitors in the wounded city still said this inexplicable sentence.

"Regrets, what regrets?" Leng Qiu still asked unrelentingly.

"A redemption that has been buried for many years...", the voice of the leader of the traitors in the wounded city seemed to have a faint sadness.

"Redemption?" Leng Qiu was completely confused, a moment of regret, a moment of redemption, what does it mean?

"I advise you one more thing, go back! Some things, once they have begun, do not stop until the moment of the end of life!"

After saying this, the leader of the traitors in the city did not speak again.

"Boss, what now?" Zhao Bufan asked.

At this time, those traitors to the wounded city had blocked everyone's retreat.

"He has his own obsessions and is reckless, what about you? Why do you want to follow him to be obsessed? Willing to betray?" Leng Qiu looked coldly at those traitors who hurt the city.

"Everyone has an attachment in their hearts, no matter whether it's right or wrong, just want to leave no regrets!" said one of the traitors to the city.

Leng Qiu just wanted to continue talking, but what responded to him was a burst of sword light!

"Don't kill them!" Zhao Bufan and the three of them had already greeted him, Leng Qiu had to admonish, for some reason, he felt that whether it was the leader of the traitors in the city or these traitors in the city, they all had their own troubles, and they were not absolute bad people.

For the sake of the traitor leader of the injured city who showed mercy a few times, there was no need for Leng Qiu to remind him, Zhao Bufan and the three of them would not kill them, after all, they were not demons.

Liu Changkong pulled out the long sword, Gu Yue held on to the long knife, as for Zhao Bufan, he didn't wear any fist gloves at all, it was completely redundant, his own fist was the strongest weapon.

Liu Changkong and Gu Yue fought back and forth with the traitors in the injured city, and Zhao Bufan was crushed all the way, those long knives and long swords slashed at Zhao Bufan, except for cutting his clothes, they couldn't cause any damage at all, but his fists were very fatal.

Needless to say, as long as those traitors who hurt the city were punched by him, their bones would definitely be broken several times, and they would vomit blood.

This is still because of the mercy of Zhao Bufan's subordinates, otherwise, a small child with a punch, oh no, a traitor who hurts the city with a punch.

No matter how tough those traitors who hurt the city, their faces were about to distort in pain, and they were stunned, which made Zhao Bufan a little embarrassed.

Of course, his bad intentions came about when he knocked out all the wounded traitors here with his fists.

"Oh, why bother? Why force me to do it?" No, I was a little embarrassed just now, but now I'm talking about cool things again, oh no, this can only be said to be pretending to be forced.

"Let's go!

These are just the sentry posts of the Sword Pavilion, Leng Qiu knows that the next thing is the main thing.