Whether Zhou Muqing can survive the future catastrophe, he doesn't know, and he is not interested, he is just thinking about what the other party is here for at this moment, to cheer for the alliance? Or is it a special rush to rescue Ji Changfeng and Li Qiuling?

"Boom ............."

At this time, the two immortal swords in the void are also relatively high, in the end, they are innate spirit treasure level fairy swords, although Tianlin is strong, but compared to the Spirit Dance Heavenly Burial Sword, it is still slightly inferior. Bayi Middle School?? Wenwang?? ? ≥＝≠．≤８≥１≤Ｚ≤≥．≤Ｃ≤Ｏ≠Ｍ

I saw thousands of sword butterflies into the number of Zhou Tian, and surrounded the sword, a magnificent and incomparably dazzling edge, like a rainbow bridge, across the long sky, exploded in an instant, with unrivaled might, cut down Tianlin alive.

Above the clouds, Han Feng trembled, and a girl dressed in colorful clothes and carved pink jade appeared, her expression was as cold as ice, and she snorted coldly at Tianlin below, and in an instant, it turned into a sword light and fell back into Zhou Muqing's scabbard.

The wind stopped and the sword fell, everything returned to calm, the vision in Zhou Muqing's eyes also disappeared, on the ground, the yellow sand collapsed, the smoke and dust were noisy, and a young man who was also carved in pink and jade was lying on the sand, with golden vertical pupils and sword eyes, majestic and cold, replaced by a hazy obsession.

That look, as if it was the first time to know the taste of love, a young man, lying on the ground with his own care, "hehe" and smirking, not caring about the strange eyes around him, where is the frustration and anger of half defeat?

"Broken Sect Master, I'm really sorry, I didn't think about ..........."

Zhou Muqing came back to his senses, his face showed a hint of blush, a touch of embarrassment, but he still apologized to Duan Chou for the first time, and was interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Little girl, this matter has nothing to do with you, what kind of master, what kind of sword you have, it has nothing to do with you, the main thing is that this sword is too rogue!

"But you have to be careful later, the sword hooligan is not terrible, I'm afraid that this master is not a good thing, follow the hooligan, in this way, you may not be able to stop it, hehe..........."

The drunken Taoist shook the wine gourd in his hand, his eyes wandered on the broken sorrow and Tianlin, and sighed.

When Zhou Muqing heard this, Yunen's icy face was even more blushing and embarrassed, and in the face of the ridicule of the drunken Taoist, who had admired the "highly respected" Xianmen seniors for a long time, she didn't know what to say for a while.

The disciples behind him all looked at each other, and they had heard that the drunken Taoist of the Shushan Sword Sect was obsessed with swords, crazy with wine, unruly, and wandering, but when I saw it today, it was even more terrible than the rumors.

"Tianlin, how long are you going to be embarrassed, and you won't get me back!!"

The strange eyes of the people around him who seemed to be smiling but not smiling came, and the old face that was rare for him to break his sorrow turned red, and he glared at the drunken Taoist fiercely, and then turned his head to see Tianlin still lying on the ground and smirked, and suddenly became angry, and couldn't help but roar angrily.

"Uh....... Sir!"

Tianlin woke up, and seemed to know that he had made a joke, and with a flash of sword light, he was already standing behind Broken Sorrow, hanging his head and saying nothing.

"Tianlin is the inheritance of the Xuantian Sect of the past dynasties, and it is also the immortal sword of the ancestor of our sect, Tianlin Jianzun, who has a respected status in the door and is used to being spoiled, so there is some willfulness and nonsense, which makes the fairy frightened, please forgive me. “

looked at Zhou Muqing and said apologetically.

Hearing this, Zhou Muqing glanced at Tianlin with some surprise, but he didn't expect that this immortal sword, whose spirituality was not under the predecessors of the "Caiyi", would have such a big origin, so he couldn't help but shake his head and signaled that it was okay.

Seeing this, he smiled faintly, glanced at Pang Fei and Qi Zhonggui who came from afar, and suddenly said: "I don't know why the fairy came this time?

After speaking, he also raised the palm-sized, buzzing and shining pitch-black Gu Zhuo in his hand.

The topic returned to Zhibao, and the atmosphere became heavy again, Lu Xiangsheng didn't say a word, just stood aside and quietly looked at Zhou Muqing, sword raised, banner hunting, bad, just an order.

Gu Jianmen's and his entourage changed drastically, and they all looked around vigilantly, and even more, they had already formed a sword mark in their hands, jumped out, and firmly protected Zhou Muqing behind them.

Everyone looked at her, but Zhou Muqing returned to the calm and dusty at the beginning, not afraid of danger, not panicked, just waved his hand to let many of the same doors supporting the left and right scatter, and then held the Spirit Dance Heavenly Burial Sword, and slowly approached.

"Sect Master, Mu Qing came here this time, not to help the war, let alone have any other intentions, just to take this opportunity to inform General Lu and your colleagues of a message. ”

Zhou Muqing said, and shook his head apologetically.

"Oh, the fairy still has something to say to Ben?"

Lu Xiangsheng was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Zhou Muqing to come here, not to stand up for his allies, but to have something to say, and it seemed that it was related to him.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the Quartet fell, and they were all surprised.

"My ancient sword gate, from today to close the mountain for a hundred years, within a hundred years, will no longer participate in any disputes in southern Xinjiang and Daming. ”

Zhou Muqing raised the Spirit Dance Heavenly Burial Sword in his hand, and said indifferently but without any hesitation.

At the beginning of the sound, there is a spirit dance heavenly burial sword vibrating, the sword roars passionately, the nine heavens are smart, the sound falls, the heaven and the earth are torn, and there is a colorful sword rainbow through the sky without a top, straight into the green underworld, which seems to be a witness to it.

Zhou Muqing held the Spirit Dance Heavenly Burial Sword, and when she said this, as the sword envoy, she could already fully represent the opinion of the Ancient Sword Sect.

"What?"

Whether it is strong or weak, it has nothing to do with it, at this moment, I can hardly believe my ears.

I thought that what Zhou Muqing was going to say should be related to the Turbulent King Kong, but I never thought about it, but it was such a thunderous news on dry land.

You must know that the Ancient Sword Sect is not a small sect, it is a genuine second-grade Dao Sect, a powerful sect with the Venerable of the Tongtian Realm, although its strength is not as good as that of the Xianmen Holy Land, but it is also one of the top forces in this southern Xinjiang that has dominated for thousands of years.

A hundred years, although it is not a long time, but a Dao Sect giant like Gu Jianmen, every move is particularly eye-catching, and the sudden decision to close the mountain without warning is something that everyone did not expect.

For no reason, how could this ancient sword sect, which was in the limelight, suddenly decide to close the mountain and escape the world, isn't it related to the other two major sects? Or is it that there is an ancestor of the Tongtian Realm in the sect who has fallen?

For a while, everything was silent, all kinds of thoughts and speculations came to mind, and everyone looked at Zhou Muqing in a daze at this moment, as if they had been silenced collectively, their eyes flashing, and they were uncertain.

(End of chapter)