God returned to the cold hall, and his eyes were clear.

The flickering candlelight not far away was still there, and the candle flame shone on the wall, and the old man in front of him was leaning to the side, his momentum was sluggish.

Yi Tianyun struggled to get up, knelt down and crawled to the old man's side to help up the old man's emaciated body, the old man's face was withered, his white hair was scattered, and his body under the white robe was cold and dead.

Yi Tianyun slowly got up with the old man in his arms, tremblingly found the futon in the palace and placed it under the old man, barely maintaining his figure and sitting in the futon.

Yi Tianyun's hands trembled like chaff, and he clenched his fists tightly under his sleeves.

One of the old man's arms was like a lightning strike, and it was cracked and densely covered. Yi Tianyun didn't know what was going on, only the panic that filled his heart, the joy of comprehending the sword intent of the Thirty Years was scattered by the sudden change, and his eyes were dark, as if he had suffered a heavy punch, and he couldn't see the front clearly.

Tears flowed, uncontrollably covered his face, his chest seemed to be beating, and his ears were ringing.

The next moment, the world was spinning, Yi Tianyun couldn't maintain his figure, fell behind the old man's back, and cried with his forehead on the old man's shoulder.

The wind was lonely, there was no one to rely on in the Nuo Palace, the old man's qi was unpredictable, Yi Tianyun knelt behind the old man, and collapsed.

The halva sword fell to the ground, and was hung with a layer of cold frost by the sadness that struck, and the aura was no longer there.

The night wind is cold, and so is the old man. The implication between master and apprentice was separated by this coldness, the heart-rending sadness choked Yi Tianyun's throat, Yi Tianyun propped up his mouth and couldn't make a sound, the extreme sadness made it difficult for Yi Tianyun to breathe, for a long time, Yi Tianyun covered his chest and coughed sharply, falling to the ground and gasping for breath.

"There's a way... There must be a way. ”

Everything happened so suddenly, from the sword intent and Ming to the sword of Gui Ding Wu, and even now the life and death of the old man are unpredictable, but the cause of all this is only a decade of sword intent.

The old man ignored the injuries and took his life to protect Yi Tianyun's safety, not only that, but also overstepping the taboo of the exercise to keep the true meaning of the sword intent of the thirty years with the mustard seed spell, and in the end he exchanged Yi Tianyun's peace and sound, but how did this already wretched body withstand such a price, and when Yi Tianyun realized the sword, the oil lamp ran out, and finally ended up with an uncertain life and death.

Yi Tianyun picked up his sword and rushed out of the door, looking for the help of other elders.

The disciple under the mountain felt a fierce storm on the mountain, and before he could react, he was grabbed by the arm of the comer.

"Where are the elders in the cabinet who are good at healing?"

Yi Tianyun's momentum was compelling, and the disciples who were shocked under this fierce momentum were stunned and reported several elders in the pavilion who were good at healing.

"In the cabinet, Elder Zhang's faction is the best at healing, and the second few elders have not heard of being proficient in healing. ”

The disciples under the mountain spoke conscientiously, barely seeing Yi Tianyun's face through the light.

"Where is Elder Zhang now?"

The disciple under the mountain pointed in one direction, and before Yi Tianyun finished speaking, he disappeared into the room, and went straight to the direction of the disciple's finger.

With a crane chirp, the white crane under the pavilion master suddenly appeared in the air, carrying Yi Tianyun and flying away, leaving only a dumbfounded disciple in the distance to mumble to himself.

"Who the hell..."

After practicing in the pavilion for many years, he is naturally familiar with the master's mount, and over time, Yi Tianyun can also ride the crane into the air.

Above the crane feather, Yi Tianyun searched for the location that the disciple pointed to just now, the mountains were continuous, and after pushing aside the layers of mountains, another towering mountain rose from the ground, and one of the five peaks of Daoqing Pavilion, Luoyan Mountain appeared in front of him.

It is a big crime to trespass into the pavilion, but at this moment, Yi Tianyun didn't care about any big crime, and drove the crane straight to the attic on the mountain.

Outside the mountain pavilion, several disciples guarding the attic were meditating, and in the middle of the night, it was quiet and peaceful, and suddenly the disciple who was sitting in front of him was also the one with the highest cultivation among several people, and felt a burst of abnormal movements, and opened his eyes to look at the continuous mountains in the night in front of him.

"It's!"

Hearing the disciple shout in a low voice, several disciples around him immediately opened their eyes and looked towards the mountains.

The dark night sky came galloping white, the robe on the crane's back hunted, and the young man with the sword was like a rainbow approaching the attic.

Obviously he was just a young man in cloth, but he brought the wind and dust all over the mountains and fields, as if an invisible giant sword swept behind him, crushing the majestic mountains along the way.

Seeing this, the leading disciple shouted loudly and drew his long sword behind him.

"Who is here! You know that this is the elder's attic, but it is a forbidden place!"

Yi Tianyun turned a deaf ear and responded when he was near.

"Get out!"