Chapter 580: Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain Are Sad

Seeing that these elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion suddenly sacrificed their flying swords, Li Kuchan was still calm and calm, and sighed softly.

"Isn't Elder Qiu thinking about it anymore?"

Qiu Daoren's eyebrows raised slightly, and he just wanted to speak, when he suddenly felt a faint and extremely cold sword aura in his vest.

He didn't have time to speak, and he didn't even have time to activate the defensive magic weapon on his body, so he could only reluctantly cover the pale yellow sword light in his hand behind him.

But this thin layer of sword light, under this cold sword aura, did not have the slightest ability to resist, and it was broken in an instant, and then this sword qi directly invaded from the vest acupoint, and then in an instant, it swam through the meridians in the body of the Qiu Dao person, wreaking havoc.

"Poof!"

Qiu Dao only felt that the meridians all over his body were like knife cuts, and a mouthful of blood spurted out directly, and he instantly withdrew hundreds of meters, and turned his body tremblingly, wanting to see which elder had attacked him.

With the exclamations of several elders behind him, a gray figure rushed out directly from the Sky Ridge and swept towards the camp of the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall Alliance.

The remaining elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion took out their swords one after another, wanting to intercept them, but that figure was extremely fast, and it had already been prepared, and several white halos appeared on its body, which was obviously the best talisman weapon.

"Shen Jue, you actually betrayed the sect!"

When the remaining elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion saw this gray-clothed middle-aged man, they were shocked and angry, and scolded loudly.

"Good, good ......"

There is still blood spilling out of Qiu Dao's mouth, Shen Jue's sword just now is not only hidden, but also extremely vicious, the violent and ruthless sword qi is poured into Qiu Dao people's bodies in an instant, at this time, among his several major meridians, there are still countless sword qi desperately raging, he can speak, he has already gritted his teeth.

Moreover, what hurts him the most is still in his heart!

This person who attacked and killed himself with all his strength was actually the most trusted person in his heart!

Back then, after Shen Jue's master took him into the door, he was busy with retreat and impact the realm, and finally died directly in the cave, and Qiu Daoren taught the master as a senior brother, and the relationship was so close that it was difficult for outsiders to understand.

Shen Jue had already hid behind Li Kuchan at this time, and in the face of Qiu Daoren's grief-stricken gaze, he silently lowered his head, and the long sword in his hand clenched and loosened.

"Senior brother, I can't ...... it"

It seemed that after struggling for a long time, the former elder of the Hidden Sword Pavilion finally raised his head, although he was still avoiding the gaze of the Qiu Dao people, he at least dared to speak.

"When the battle of Kunlun Mountain was over, the pavilion master fell, and the two elders were killed, I understood that the Hidden Sword Pavilion was no longer good, and I had to think about my own future......

"Even if you want to rebel against the sect, why do you still attack the Great Elder!"

The only female elder of the Hidden Sword Pavilion said angrily.

The flying sword in her hand trembled slightly, obviously hating it in her heart.

Shen unconsciously turned his head to look at Li Kuchan, was silent for a moment, but still didn't say anything after all, and quietly retreated.

But what he did just now was understood by everyone, obviously, this scene was just a big scene, and the sect master of the Sword Qi Volley Hall in front of him, Li Kuchan, was designing.

Not to mention those elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, even the Supreme Elder of the Bashan Sword Sect, Guo Yuli, couldn't help but glance at the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Temple, they obviously thought that Li Kuchan was actually as deep as this.

If it is said that when the Qiu Dao people were not injured by the sneak attack before, with the seven Hidden Sword Pavilion elders, although they still could not resist the siege, no one dared to say how many people would be buried on the Sky Ridge.

But at this time, the only Qiu Dao person of the Seven Veins Realm in the Hidden Sword Pavilion had already been severely damaged, and the other five elders were already unable to say the four words of exhaustion.

Li Kuchan, who had designed all this, still smiled lightly, raised his head, looked at the remaining elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion gently, and said: "At this time, the conditions are still the same, let go of the Longmen Mountain Range and the magic sword of the nine arrays, you can still leave safely!"

Now, Li Kuchan's words have re-entered his ears, which has made the remaining few Hidden Sword Pavilion elders hesitate a little.

There are some things, once the heart starts to loosen, it is not so insistent.

A middle-aged man with beard and beard, a rough face, like a bandit who was better than a monk, slowly put away his flying sword, turned his head, and fell silent towards the Autumn Daoren.

Although he didn't speak, everyone understood what he meant.

Let's go down!

Monks like them who have broken through the second ladder have a much longer lifespan than ordinary people, and death, although it is not too terrible, is not so easy to face, especially since the other party still has a way out.

Wai Sanque one!

What a terrible character!

Qiu Daoren smiled slightly bitterly, he had known Li Kuchan for a short time, but he couldn't imagine that this man who looked elegant and indifferent would have such a ruthless decision.

He also understood in his heart, in fact, even if he didn't Shen Jue, it would be difficult to hold on today, the Tibetan Sword Pavilion had been the bull-eared person in the Shuzhong Sword Sect for hundreds of years, and there were already too many people who had offended, and there were too many benefits in it.

But in the past, there were Mu Dao people, there were powerful pavilion masters who had cultivated in the past dynasties, and there were even Nine Heavens Cutting Sword Formation, so there was no problem, but at this moment, when these powerful force deterrence disappeared, in fact, not only the ordinary disciples of the sect, but even the remaining elders, were shaken.

Even if there is no Shen Jue, there will be a second person!

The Longmen Mountain Range is not too high, and there is a large array of Tibetan Sword Pavilion, although the aura is far from being comparable to the Holy Maiden Gate, but the trees and flowers in it are all lush and lush.

But now, the people of Qiu Dao felt a sense of gloom, and the sword qi in the sky inspired by the sword array didn't know when it would stop.

At this time, not only the elders and ordinary disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion looked at the Qiu Dao people, but even the people from the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall and other sects also looked at him.

Cultivation road, the three ladders, although extremely difficult, but there is a hope, once the real fight, except for the top masters, who can say for sure that they will be able to survive, so if there is a chance to win without a fight, who wants to really fight a bloody battle!

Long!

Time seems to have condensed at this moment.

Qiu Daoren suddenly laughed, although the meridians of his body were as painful as a knife, he still burst into a long laugh, and the meaning of sadness, even the young man behind Mo He, was also sensitive, and the long sword he was holding in his hand suddenly loosened unconsciously.

"Let's go!"

After a long laugh, Qiu Daoren suddenly spoke.

As soon as his words came out, the remaining elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, except for a few that still had a sad and unwilling aura on their faces.

After all, it has been the first sect in Shu for a long time, and now it is aggrieved by these second- and third-rate forces, and it is too difficult to be able to do it without changing its face.

"Elder Qiu is really talented!"

Li Kuchan applauded gently, but his voice was extremely sincere, without the slightest hint of mockery.

Even Shen Jue, who was standing behind him, was slightly relieved, after all, he was the one who had just betrayed the sect, if he really wanted to fight a bloody battle, he was sure that he was the one who was most hated by the elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and whether he could save his life at that time was also two words.

Although the order of the Qiu Dao people had been given, Li Kuchan did not completely relax, and waved his hand lightly, the Sword Qi Lingkong Hall, the Bashan Sword Sect, and several elders of the Six Veins Realm of the Vermilion Bird View were all on both sides of the Sky Ridge, in case someone dared to suddenly erupt, they could also deal with it in time.

As the original first sect in Shuzhong, the Tibetan Sword Pavilion has a large number of disciples, hundreds of people, but the vast majority of them are below the Three Veins Realm.

Before they even figured out what was going on, many people walked out of the Sky Ridge in order under the orders of a few elders.

But as long as they looked at the iron-blue expression on the elder's face, as well as the masters of the other sects around them, they already understood in their hearts.

When they saw a few elders holding out the nine high-level flying swords of the Zhenzong in the pavilion, most of them turned pale, and even their bodies trembled faintly.

Is the Hidden Sword Pavilion really going to perish like this!

Qiu Daoren had been standing aside with an indifferent face, and he hadn't even taken the pill to treat his injuries a little, just stood there, looking coldly at the few sects that were receiving the Hidden Sword Pavilion in a stable and orderly manner.

The few remaining elders of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, some of them left alone, and the entire cultivation world said that it was not big or small, and a monk of the Six Veins Realm was already on the ground list, and no matter which force it was, it was extremely welcome. Some people are ready to take refuge in it under the pull of Li Kuchan and Guo Yuli, as well as the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion.

Only the Qiu Dao people, the original Great Elder of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, stood by him so lonely and desolate at this time, looking at his sect, slowly collapsing!

Mo He has always been a loner, and it is not his turn to take over the matter of collecting the power of the Sword Pavilion.

He stood alone on the edge of the cliff of the Sky Ridge with his sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he didn't know what he was looking at, only the young man, who seemed to follow him forever.

But at this moment, this young man also became extremely quiet, as if he was feeling the demise of a big sect, maybe there would be a separate sect for the elders and disciples of the Sword Pavilion, after all, the sect classics are still there, but the foundation of the sect for hundreds of years is gone, and it should be regarded as the curtain call of a history.

The young man didn't know that the inexplicable feeling in his heart was actually what Su Kunsheng sang in the peach blossom fan: I saw him rise up a tall building, I saw him feast guests, and I saw his building collapse......

The young man looked at the Qiu Dao people on the other side of the cliff, his messy white hair was raging in the wind at this time, and he suddenly said to Mo He: "Senior brother, he is so pitiful!"

Yes, the sect was destroyed, but no one was buried, and it was so sad.

Hearing this, Mo He raised his eyes and looked at the Qiu Dao people, and suddenly, his face changed greatly, and the flying sword that was originally in his arms let out a soft sound.

Seeing Mo He like this, the young man was also stunned, and asked sneeringly, "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Mo He ignored him, just stared at the Qiu Dao people in the distance, and unconsciously revealed a sentence between his lips: The autumn wind and autumn rain are sad!