Zhongzhou, Daqing Mountain, 100,000 miles of mountains stretch, and Dayu Mountain on the other bank is far away.

The main peak of Daqing Mountain is shrouded in thick fog, and there is a stone tablet standing at the foot of the mountain, and Emperor Zhao Wou-Ki personally wrote four big characters, Shushan Sword School.

The sea of clouds is misty, there are cranes staying on the stone tablet, when someone passes by, they spread their wings and float away.

Shushan towards Sendai, built on the top of Daqing Mountain, tiled away, rows of pavilions and watchtowers promote each other and fall, thousands of disciples stand on the edge of the roof of the cloister, the posture is upright, the body is covered with clouds and mist, facing the purple qi to the east to the sword dance, the sword rises and falls.

Li Qingyun, the head of the sect, stood below and looked at the eastern sunrise, in his fifties, with a resolute face, with a black beard, long black hair coiled high, tied with a peach hairpin, ruddy and bright reflected by the morning sun, dressed in a purple robe, carrying a slender soft sword, standing in the wind.

"Senior brother, I've been paying attention to the movements of the Demon Sect for the past few days, and it's a little abnormal, the Demon Sect hasn't done anything. Yang Mingdao, one of the Seven Swords of Shushan, was dressed in white, with purple stripes embroidered on the placket and cuffs, and purple stripes on the crooks of his shoulders and arms, which was a unique costume for the elders of Shushan, and he walked behind Li Qingyun with a somewhat worried tone.

Shushan into Zhongzhou, this is a big thing, enough to alarm the entire rivers and lakes, now countless people outside are waiting to watch a good show, no one thinks that the demon church that has always liked to fight fiercely sits and watch Shushan successfully stationed in Zhongzhou.

However, after a long time, everyone in Shushan was very nervous, but they waited for a long time and did not see the Demon Sect attack, which made them a little unable to guess the thoughts of the Demon Sect.

Is this Demon Sect a soft persimmon? Demon Sect Leader Su Heng bullies the soft and fears the hard? He only dares to deal with a small sect that has no backing, but once he meets a big faction like Shushan, he doesn't dare to let a fart go?

These days, because the Demon Sect has not moved, many people have begun to talk about it, most of them are ridicule and disdain, plus the people of the court are secretly fueling the troubles, not only the world, even the Demon Sect disciples themselves feel very ashamed, they haven't gone down the mountain for a long time, even if they go down the mountain, they don't dare to admit that they are Demon Sect disciples, this kind of behavior and their previous arrogance are simply two people.

"Why do you think the Demon Sect didn't stop us?" Li Qingyun was expressionless, just watching his disciples practice swords.

Yang Mingdao hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly: "Could it be that the Demon Sect is actually a soft persimmon as the outside world says, and it is afraid of our Shushan?"

Li Qingyun sneered: "Senior brother, outsiders don't understand, how can you not see through this game? Do you really think that our Shushan Sect is invincible in the world? Even the Demon Sect that is in full swing doesn't dare to provoke us?"

Yang Mingdao didn't speak, from the moment when the Seven Swords of Shushan joined forces to defeat Lu Qingji, he did have this kind of thought, and it wasn't until Su Heng came out of nowhere and defeated Lu Qingji that this idea faded a lot, but the recent recognition of the Demon Sect made his heart start to swell a little again.

Li Qingyun squinted, then understood Yang Mingdao's thoughts, and said: "The Demon Sect didn't come, obviously there are masters in the sect who intervened to stop it, and they don't want to see the imperial court take advantage of the fisherman. ”

Yang Ming said Zou Mei: "Everyone knows about the court's tricks, but if the Demon Sect doesn't do it, it will definitely lose its prestige, how can it gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future?"

Li Qingyun looked at the sky and white clouds, and sighed: "If it weren't for the recent rolling waves of the overseas islands, some masters said that within three years and five years, the islands would definitely be submerged by the sea and destroyed, and I would not take the initiative to jump into the trap of the imperial court and come to Zhongzhou...... Although the Demon Sect has not moved for the time being, I feel that they must have premeditated and will have a backhand. ”

Yang Mingdao raised his eyebrows and did not speak, originally the Shushan Sword Sect stood among the mountains of the overseas archipelago, leisurely, and had no quarrel with the world, which was also in line with their character and sect purpose, but since the beginning of the previous year, the waves in the river have been higher and higher, and some of the outer islands have been destroyed and submerged, and they can't wait for a few years, and the archipelago where they are stationed in Shushan will be destroyed by the tide sooner or later, there is no way, they can only settle in the Central Plains and come to this Zhongzhou to fight with the Demon Sect.

They wanted to go to other states, find a big faction that was relatively moderate to the outside world, make some concessions, and then be a neighbor and re-establish Shushan, but unfortunately, Dayan did not allow it, and even attracted several factions to oppose it together, Dayan only gave them two choices, either to go to Zhongzhou and neighbor the Demon Sect, or to continue to stay in the overseas archipelago, and when the tide rises, the archipelago is destroyed, and Shushan will die out from then on.

In desperation, they could only come to this Zhongzhou and prepare to fight a war they didn't want to fight.

"Meet the Sect Leader, Demon Sect Leader Su Heng asks to see him, and he is already waiting outside the mountain gate. ”

In the distance, a gray-clothed disciple hurriedly ran over, and the shadow under the morning sun was stretched out, he gasped for breath and finished speaking hurriedly.

Yang Mingdao's heart tightened, sweat stains overflowed from his palms, and he asked the disciple, "How many people have come from the Demon Sect?"

"Only Su Heng is alone. The gray-clothed disciple continued to gasp.

Yang Mingdao was stunned for a moment, and even Li Qingyun, who had always been very calm on the side, was stunned, but he still said, "Please." ”

At the foot of Daqingshan Mountain, Su Heng looked at the Shushan Gatehouse, which was several meters high, and watched it with relish, ignoring the crowd of onlookers.

Su Heng's current face, in Zhongzhou, is relatively well-known, many people have seen him, and those who have not seen him have seen some portraits, and as soon as they heard about it, they also knew him.

The Demon Sect Leader Su Heng went to Shu Mountain alone, and the news quickly spread throughout Zhongzhou, and then the news spread to other states.

After all the sects and factions got the news, they all frowned, not knowing what the hell Su Heng was doing.

Could it be that this big devil wants to challenge the entire Shushan Sword Sect with his own strength? The Seven Swords of Shushan are characters who can defeat Lu Qingji, even if you Su Heng defeated Lu Qingji with your own hands, but you have fought for three days and three nights, and now that you meet the Seven Swords of Shushan, I am afraid that you are not an opponent.

This devil is not afraid of the Shushan Sword Sect, and plans to go to Shushan alone to take the blame. Some people maliciously guessed, and there was still a little expectation in their hearts.

Hmph, this devil is really arrogant, he is only on Shushan, he is looking for death. Some people said disdainfully.

What is the purpose of being alone, and will you be able to go back alive in the end......

In the Dayan Imperial Forest Garden, Lin Zhao was dressed in a light white palace suit, green silk like a waterfall, his slender and soft body sat on the swing woven by flowers and vines and swayed back and forth, a pair of bright eyes were a little distracted, and he couldn't help but think of the day when Shen Jianjiang was in his mind, that man was high-spirited, peerless, and poured out with one palm, invincible in the world, and he was really a great hero in the world.

It would be a pity if he died like this......

Lin Zhao sighed faintly, his expression was a little sluggish, and the hunchbacked old slave stood behind him, looking at the back on the swing, silent.