A flute sounded at the summit.

The wind and rain suddenly fell silent.

The air currents generated in those flute holes were all swords, which were extremely accurate and blocked Zhao Layue's palms without omission.

Immediately after, more sword intent emanated from that bone flute and slashed towards Zhao Layue's body.

Countless crisp sword sounds rang out.

Taiping Zhenren and Zhao Layue didn't use swords, but it seemed that countless flying swords were colliding with each other.

In an instant, more than ten cracks appeared on Zhao Layue's body.

The blood didn't have time to spill out of those wounds.

A few strands of black hair that had been cut off by the sword intent were still floating in front of him.

Death should have come sooner.

But it's worth it, the Qingshan powerhouses have won a glimmer of possibility for her, and she has now won a glimmer of victory for Jing Jiu.

Crackling, a dense whisper cracked sound, and it was a raindrop falling from the sky shattered by a figure.

The Netherworld Immortal Sword is indeed the fastest, ghostliest, and most immortal sword technique and body technique in the world.

Jing Jiu appeared in front of Taiping Zhenren.

blocked in front of Zhao Layue.

He didn't choose to accept the chance of winning, because it would require her life in exchange.

For him, this is actually an expected and reasonable choice.

He still ranked himself in the front, Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui were behind, and the rest of the people were backward in turn, as for the world, it was very far behind.

The sword intent floating out of the bone flute met his fingers in the heavy rain, and in a very short period of time, they met countless times.

Countless tiny rain flowers bloomed between his fingers.

With his arrival, the range of the Qingshan Sword Formation shrank again, sending Zhao Layue out of the air.

He was very close to Taiping Zhenren, and the Chengtian Sword was in his body, and he could reach it with his hand.

In no particular order, the two hands landed on the Chengtian Sword.

At the beginning, Jing Jiu let go of the Chengtian Sword because it was useless to hold it.

At this time, he and Taiping Zhenren held the sword at the same time, and he was forced by the Qingshan Sword Formation to hold it.

Buzz!

Rain splattered out from where the Heavenly Sword was held in both hands, forming two balls that were extremely round and had no defects.

It's like two wild bee colonies flying in absolutely different directions at the same time.

Those water droplets contained the sword intent of the Qingshan Sword Formation, and they fell on the cliff wall of Tianguang Peak, without making any sound, but leaving an extremely deep hole.

It's like hot droplets of oil falling into the snow.

The water of Bihu Peak finally swung out, rushing among the trees, like ten thousand wild horses.

The snow on the Upper Peak kept sliding down, making an even more amazing roar.

The torrential rain gradually passed, the ape cried even more mourning, and the distant peaks that were not stable in the formation collapsed one after another.

The dark clouds were torn open by the sword intent that rose into the sky, and they could see higher and farther clearly. In the distant thunder domain, those vortices containing terrifying energy rotated at high speed, reflecting a jewel-like aura between the virtual realm and the wind, giving people an extremely oppressive and terrifying feeling.

"The Qingshan Sword Formation is going to destroy ......"

Guangyuan Zhenren retracted his gaze from the sky, looked at the two figures holding the Chengtian Sword on the cliffside, and said with a pale face.

Whether it was those who were still on the top of the peak, or the Qingshan disciples who had already taken refuge in the air, their faces were all pale at this time.

At this time, a person who no one expected stood up.

After crossing the Nanshan Mountain and riding the sword, he came to the sea of clouds outside Tianguang Peak, looking at the two figures on the cliffside, with a resolute expression on his face.

He is the first apprentice of the previous head Liu Ci Zhenren, who grew up in Qingshan since he was a child, and has a love and sense of responsibility for this place that far exceeds life. He wanted to use his death to persuade Taiping Zhenren and the head of the family to let go, even if he couldn't interrupt this battle between the Qingshan Sword Formation, he could be regarded as doing something, which was to admonish each other with his life.

Gu Han, Lin Wuzhi, Qi Songshan and other three generations of disciples guessed his thoughts, and their expressions changed slightly, but they did not hesitate to follow him with their swords.

They were ready to die for the green hills.

"Rest. ”

Zhuo Rusui looked at the two figures on the cliffside, and said weakly: "Taishang is the most ruthless, even if you all die in front of them, they will not let go of the Chengtian Sword." ”

Gu Han was extremely rude to the master when he heard his words, and wanted to reprimand him, but found that he was speechless.

Whether it is Taiping Zhenren or Jing Jiu, they are all such people.

"Where can an old fellow like them be bothered by ordinary life and death? Let them play by themselves. ”

Zhuo Rusui's voice was a little tired, wiped the rain from his face, and continued.

The entire Tianguang Peak and even the people in the sky heard his words, and the emotions in their eyes as they looked at the cliff side became even more complicated.

The green mountains are so charming, but at this time they are full of devastation and extremely ugly.

Could it be that the Qingshan Sect, which has led the cultivation world for tens of thousands of years, is going to withdraw from the stage of history because of the most remarkable dispute between the two senior brothers?

"It's so fucking ugly...... Zhuo Rusui spat bloody spit, and shouted at the two figures on the cliffside: "It's really ugly! You two old ancestors made this ghost in front of so many disciples and grandchildren, in front of so many outsiders, it's ugly! If you want to die, can you die farther away? Don't drag those monkeys to accompany the burial?"

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......

Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren didn't pay attention to what Zhuo Rusui was saying, at this time there was no one else in their eyes, only each other.

Suddenly, the Guan Cheng pen flew out of Taiping Zhenren's sleeve, dipped in ink-like rain, and wrote a few lines.

So in addition to each other, there were more words in the eyes of those two people.

The handwriting was sloppy, but barely legible.

Liu, who was controlled by the two hearts, saw that the Qingshan Sword Array was about to collapse and the Qingshan peaks were about to be destroyed, and he somehow burst out with a powerful spiritual power, controlled the Guancheng pen, and made the final persuasion.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from afar, and the wind was carrying snow particles, making it extremely cold.

Even such a rapid rainstorm was blown upside down by this gust of wind, as if the heavens and the earth were turned upside down.

A few bolts of lightning that were about to fall suddenly broke into countless pieces, and in this way, they turned into fragments and silently disappeared into the rainy sky.

The cultivators in the sky couldn't stand firm in the wind at all, and they dodged in panic, even big things of the level of Tan Bai Zhenren and the Lord of the Water Moon Nunnery avoided farther away, unwilling to confront this wind head-on.

The stagnant water on the top of the peak was all blown up by the strong wind, and Zhuo Rusui, who was still scolding the dead old man and the like, was poured into his stomach by the wind, and he could still speak.

The clouds were suddenly blown away by the wind, revealing a clear blue sky, but I didn't know where the sun had gone.

When this terrible wind disappeared, people knew why the wind started, and it was an unimaginably loud sound that resounded through the heavens and the earth.

People often describe loud sounds with thunder, and at the most exaggerated time, they may say that tens of thousands of thunders sounded at the same time, but this huge sound is far beyond that.

Many Qingshan disciples and cultivators of various sects who were slightly worse were directly shocked and fainted, and fell down the cliff until they were rescued by the teachers and commanders.

The mansion at the top of Tianguang Peak was shattered, and even the stone tablet that Yuan Turtle was carrying appeared with a very small crack. The most incredible thing is that the Qingshan Sword Array Light Cover covering the two figures on the cliff side ...... They all began to tremble, and there were some signs of instability!

Countless lines of sight looked towards the place where the wind had risen.

Shangde Peak is covered with countless ice and snow, like a snow-capped mountain.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain stood a huge black dog.

The black dog looked at the two figures on the cliffside of Tianguang Peak, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.

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......

The sky suddenly cleared, the torrential rain disappeared, the blue sky was like porcelain, the sun was still gone, and the green mountains were gone.

Because the two figures on the cliff disappeared, the Chengtian Sword followed them, presumably the Qingshan Sword Formation followed them to other places.

People looked at Shangde Peak in the distance again, but found that the peak there was only 10,000 years and the snow that fell today, and there was no huge black dog figure, as if the previous scene had never appeared.

But that terrifying wind was just a moment ago, and that unimaginable loud sound seemed to still echo between heaven and earth.

What the hell is that mountain-like black dog?

Most people quickly come up with the answer.

Qingshan Town vigil roared.

Only this Qingshan town guard, who has great combat power and can confront the Qilin head-on, has such might.

When it roars into the sky, even the sun does not dare to appear, hence the name night roar.

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The summit of Tianguang Peak regained its temporary tranquility, and muddy water trickled down the stone crevices towards the bottom of the cliff.

Zhuo Rusui came to his senses, thinking about the words he had scolded before, his legs couldn't help but weaken, and he fell into the arms of his senior brother Guo Nanshan, of course, because he was too seriously injured.

Gu Qing and Yuan Qu's injuries were also extremely serious, but fortunately, they were not in danger of life.

Zhao Layue walked to the cliff and looked at Shangde Peak in the distance.

Blood kept pouring out from the tears in her clothes, and she didn't even look at it, her thick eyebrows like lacquer frowned slightly, looking very worried.

The finch girl fell beside her and asked worriedly, "Where did the gentleman and the one go?"

Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren would not let go of the Chengtian Sword, which was equivalent to carrying the Qingshan Sword Formation by their side, in this case, it was impossible for them to leave Qingshan, but why did the Qingshan Peaks regain their calm at this time?

Many Qingshan disciples, including Zhao Layue, had guessed that they should have gone to Hidden Peak.

At the beginning, the two battles of Tongtian between Fang Jingtian and Guangyuan Zhenren and Jing Jiu and Fang Jingtian were all fought in the Hidden Peak.

For some unsolved reason, it seems that what happened in the hidden peak can hardly affect the world elsewhere.

Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren went to the Hidden Peak, thinking that they were inseparable from the night roaring adult who suddenly appeared before.

Everyone was looking at the corner of the hidden peak looming in the distance, and the finch girl didn't know why Zhao Layue was looking at Shangde Peak.

No one noticed that the motokame, who had been keeping his eyes closed all along, quietly opened his eyes at some point.

Its eyes were so small that they could barely be seen as a slit, and they had to be very close to understand their eyes, and they could see the sorrow, emotion, and anger inside.

- Your senior brother has always been non-existent to me, but that dog is so obedient when he is angry, don't bother me if you have the ability!

The Sword Prison is at the bottom of Shangde Peak, and the people who know that the passage to the Hidden Peak is in the depths of the Sword Prison are the peak masters of Zhao Layue.

But Nan Forget and Guangyuan Zhenren didn't look at Shangde Peak, they stared at somewhere in the sky.

Talk about real people standing on a cloud.

Bai Zhenren is in another cloud.

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......

All the stories take place at the bottom of the well.

Back then, Jingyang had a hot pot with Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing, and walked towards Taiping Zhenren.

Today, he and Taiping Zhenren stood in that heavenly light, holding the Chengtian Sword in their hands, like two aggressive roosters holding insects in their mouths.

What Zhuo Rusui said was not wrong at all, this picture was really ugly, and it was completely inconsistent with their identity and the status they were destined to have in the history of cultivation.

So the eyes of the corpse dog are also ugly.

It looked at the two brothers condescendingly, its breathing gradually calmed down, no longer blowing a strong wind, and the anger in its eyes gradually subsided, but it was by no means as gentle as usual, but extremely firm and powerful.

- No matter how you try to get it or fight it, you can't ruin the green mountains.

- Qingshan is not yours or yours, but the owner of Qingshan.

- I am the guard of Qingshan Town, and I will guard this place, and whoever may destroy it, I will deal with whomever it is.

It stands to reason that Jing Jiu and Taiping Zhenren are equivalent to carrying a green mountain sword formation with them at this time, that is, they dare to go to the lonely peak in the snow field, and they should not be threatened by anything, but I don't know for what reason, the words of the corpse dog really worked, so they took the risk of breaking away from the sword formation and came here from the top of Tianguang Peak.

Taiping Zhenren sighed: "What is this?

Jing Jiu said: "I have never been its owner, so you should be more uncomfortable. ”

Taiping Zhenren walked towards the depths of the Sword Prison.

He held the end of the Heavenly Sword.

Jing Jiu held the other end.

He didn't want to let go of the Chengtian Sword, so he could only follow.

From above, they looked like two little friends holding each other with sticks, drifting away in the dark passage.

Looking at this scene, the corpse dog's eyes became gentle again, and there was more sympathy and pity.

The passage in the Sword Prison can accommodate the corpse dogs to walk freely in it, and it is naturally very wide for humans.

But the Qingshan Sword Formation was compressed to the extreme by them, and it was at least more than ten zhang square, and it could only barely pass.

It may be because of this condition that the corpse dog will appear.

The Chengtian Sword exuded a faint sword intent, and the truly terrifying sword intent was hidden in the space around the two of them.

No one can stand among them, and nothing can even come near them.

The Sword Prison was unusually quiet, there was no sound, only their footsteps could be heard, and the monsters and demons in the cell seemed to have disappeared.

I don't know how long I walked, Taiping Zhenren's left foot fell slightly to the side a few inches, only to hear a soft sound, and a clear and profound sword mark appeared on the hard stone wall reinforced by countless formations, and sand like metal fell.

The cells on both sides of the passage were still quiet, but it seemed that a smell called horror could be smelled, and then there was a faint sound of hard objects crashing, as if a prisoner was trembling in fright.

The prisoners who are qualified to be locked up in the Qingshan Sword Prison are either evil masters or fierce demons in the underworld, I don't know how many creatures have been slaughtered and how much blood they have seen, the reason why they seem so timid at this time is naturally because of those terrible sword intents.

Who would have thought that the Qingshan Sword Formation, the most ferocious existence in the Chaotian Continent, could actually be turned into a real thing and appear in front of them like this?

Those prisoners didn't dare to make any sound, didn't dare to make any movements, for fear that they would be cut into pieces by the Qingshan Sword Formation at one moment.

Anything is more and more fearful.

Taiping's left foot was off course again.

The sharp sword intent cut through the solid stone wall like slicing paper, revealing a cell before their eyes.

In that cell was an evil demon with long hair and a shawl, blood-red eyes, and a pale face full of fear.

It was obvious that this evil demon had misunderstood something, thinking that Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu were here to kill him, so he let out a desperate and crazy cry, and rushed out with his magic skills.

It was still silent, like the sun melting snow, and the evil demon disappeared in front of Taiping Zhenren like this, and was turned into the tiniest dust particles by the Qingshan Sword Array, even the blood that splattered out was also cut into pieces, filling the passage like mist.

"This is your second wrong step. Jing Jiu said.

Taiping Zhenren said: "It doesn't matter. ”

"It means that you are tired because you are old, even though you are using a ten-year-old body. ”

Jing Jiu looked at him and said, "In those days, how could you be so struggling to act like you do today?

I don't know when it began, Taiping Zhenren's hand holding the Chengtian Sword began to tremble slightly.

"If you want to do great things, work hard now. Taiping Zhenren turned to look at him and said, "Aren't you floating too?"

Jing Jiu had completely left the ground, and walked through the sword prison like a breeze.

It's not easy.

Coming to a certain place, Taiping Zhenren stopped and looked at the quiet and narrow passage on the side, his eyes revealing extremely complicated emotions.

Many years ago, he was seriously injured by Jingyang, Liu Ci, and Yuan Qi's whale plot, and he was locked up in this cell. The long prison life did not change his temperament and thoughts, but after all, it still changed many things, such as his arm bones were trained by him into a sword shaped into a bone flute, such as he was more than 300 years old......

The passage was quiet, there were no barriers, not even the dust could be seen, and the thousands of miles of frozen sword intent were hidden in the walls.

Taiping Zhenren looked at the cell at the end of the passage, and suddenly asked, "If you lock the small one here, you won't be afraid that the big one will come to trouble you?"

Back then, Jing Jiu brought Xue Ji to Qingshan, Liu Ci gave a strict order, and the peaks were as silent as a tomb, and no one saw it, but they couldn't hide the Yin Feng on the stone beam at that time.

Jing Jiu didn't answer his question, his eyes fell on his hand, and said, "You really don't want to let go?"

Taiping Zhenren thought of a possibility, his expression changed slightly, but he still did not let go of the Chengtian Sword.

Jing Jiu looked at the cell at the end of the passage and said, "Then I'll trouble you." ”