"Hey..."

Mo Lingquan sighed in his heart, for some reason, he felt a sense of death from Yin Zun Yan Xuanji.

Suddenly, a master appeared in his perception, a master who was not weaker than Yin Zun Yan Xuan when he was victorious.

Without thinking about it, the blade of the long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand turned, and his spirit melted into the long sword in his hand.

The body and sword are one, and the sword is used with the heart.

The figure rose in the air, holding the sword in one hand, and slashed towards Yin Zun Yan Xuanji.

Sword 27 style to break the sky with a sword, Mo Lingquan actually shot with all his strength, wanting to kill Yin Zun Yan Xuanji under the sword before the arrival of the comer.

And in his perception, the figure of that person suddenly disappeared a hundred feet away, and suddenly appeared in front of Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji.

At this point, it's too late to recruit.

"Poof..."

The long sword in Mo Lingquan's hand pierced into the man's chest without hindrance. Behind him, Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji's palm was also accurately imprinted on the man's back.

"Anitabha..."

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, and it turned out to be a monk who took his sword with his body, and at this time, the other party did not care about his injury, but folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name.

"One..."

Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji's eyes burst out with a different kind of look.

The person who came turned out to be Hu Guiyi, the master of Guiyi, and I saw him with low eyebrows and a calm face.

"I didn't expect to see you. ”

Yin Zun Yan Xuanji's body went weak and fell.

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi suddenly turned around and took her in his arms, with a complicated expression.

"Finally lying in your arms again, why be so stupid?"

Yin Zun Yan Xuanji quietly fell into the arms of Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi, tilted his head and looked at him.

"Right is right, wrong is wrong. This sword owes you fifty years. ”

Regarding his injury, Guiyi Master Hu Gui was not concerned at all, and looked at Yin Zun Yan Xuanji who was paralyzed in his arms with a calm face.

The atmosphere fell silent all at once.

"He's dead..."

After a moment of silence, Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi suddenly spoke.

"Why is he so stupid, I know what he wants, I can't give it. ”

Yin Zun Yan Xuanji's already pale pretty face was even whiter.

"Fifty years, he's been looking for me fifty times. Except for the first time, I kept avoiding. ”

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi looked calm and said slowly.

"Today he went to look for me again, I didn't expect him to be so resolute this time, he would be out of menopause outside the temple. ”

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi looked at Yin Zun Yan Xuanji with a complicated face.

"He shouldn't be so stupid, he doesn't deserve it. ”

Yin Zun Yan Xuanji's tears fell suddenly, this was the first time she cried for someone other than the man in front of her.

Looking at the two people in front of him, Mo Lingquan suddenly felt that the Dragon Sword in his hand was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Brother Mo... Are you there?"

Meng Yanran's eager voice suddenly sounded in Mo Lingquan's mind, and it was faintly crying.

"What's wrong?"

Mo Lingquan's brows furrowed slightly, he hadn't recovered from the scene in front of him.

"Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Sword Sect, and the royal family jointly put pressure on the Hidden Sword Pavilion and the Martial Sect. ”

Meng Yanran's voice could not hide the anxiety in her heart.

"What do they want to do?"

Mo Lingquan frowned slightly, he really couldn't figure out what they meant.

"They said that Yun Lan's current chaotic situation was all caused by Senior Brother Mo and Brother Jun making trouble in a foreign land. ”

Meng Yanran said cautiously.

"Well... What a troublemaker..."

Mo Lingquan was already furious at this time.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Uncle Pavilion Master just fought with the Disillusioned Buddha Venerable. ”

Meng Yanran was a little depressed and worried.

"Those stubborn bald asses..."

Mo Lingquan's body erupted with a sky-high sword intent, killing Ling Ran.

"Senior Brother Mo, come back, just now the elders in the sect were all persuading the pavilion master Uncle to take a step back, but Uncle Mo's attitude was extremely resolute. ”

Meng Yanran said softly.

"Okay, junior sister, you tell the master, and the apprentice will immediately set off to return to the master after the matter is completed. ”

Mo Lingquan took a deep breath and said with a gloomy face.

"Leave people under the sword..."

The sudden cry woke up Mo Lingquan, who was immersed in anger.

"Who are you?"

Mo Lingquan looked at the visitor with an indifferent face. The other party's resolute face was full of hatred, dressed in golden chain mail, and a delicate half-moon scimitar hung from his waist.

"Tiantai Country Lord Huerle!"

Tiantai Country Lord Hu Erle looked at Mo Lingquan with burning eyes.

Glancing at Hu Erle lightly, Mo Lingquan turned to look at Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi and Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji, and his heart suddenly had mixed feelings.

"This is grass and dan..."

Mo Lingquan took out a bottle of Grass Returning Pill from the Taixu and handed it to Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi and Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji.

"The grass of the Hidden Sword Pavilion is returned to Dan. ”

Yin Zun was immediately overjoyed, took it, poured out a grain, and handed it to the mouth of Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi.

"No need... Do you remember the oath?"

Guiyi Master Hu Guiyi shook his head, pushed away Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji's Qianqian jade hand, and smiled.

"I don't allow you to die, I don't want you to have anything to do. ”

Yin Zun Yan Xuanji looked at Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi with a stubborn expression.

"The donor stays..."

Mo Lingquan turned around and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi.

"What?"

Mo Lingquan turned around and looked at Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi with an expressionless face.

"Ask the donor to bring this string of relics back to the temple and give it to my junior brother. ”

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi looked at Mo Lingquan indifferently.

"The master believes in me, but the sword wound in your chest is caused by me. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi with a bitter expression.

"The donor's sword has broken the old man's obstacle for many years, and the old man is too late to thank the donor, over the years, I have missed too much..."

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi looked at Yan Xuanji in his arms with a guilty face, and said slowly.

"Back then, I knew who you were, but I didn't believe you, and I was the one who was wrong. ”

On Yin Zun Yan Xuanji's pale face, a sickly flush appeared.

"Hey..."

Mo Lingquan sighed softly. With his arm raised slightly, the relics rose in the air and landed on his hand.

"I wanted to kill you, but now I have no desire to kill you, so I can do it myself. ”

Mo Lingquan glanced coldly at Hu Erle, the lord of the Tiantai Country who was stagnant on the side.

"What about life, what about death, life and death, love and hatred are just empty in the end. ”

Huerle looked at Mo Lingquan with a calm face, and the scimitar in his hand was slowly unsheathed.

"Draw your sword, or you won't be able to get out of Tiantai City today. ”

Tiantai Country Lord Huerle looked indifferent, as if in response to his words, several Void Realm powerhouses appeared around him, and the periphery was surrounded by the Praetorian Guard Legion.

"It's okay! Let your blood come to a successful end to my trip to Tiantai Kingdom. ”

Mo Lingquan's face was indifferent, and his right hand was put back on the hilt of the You Long Sword.

"Presumptuous, you don't even listen to me. ”

Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji and Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi stood up with each other's arms.

"How do you want me to listen?"

Tiantai Lord Hu Erle looked at Yin Venerable Yan Xuanji and Guiyi Master Hu Guiyi with an excited face.

"It's the two of us who are sorry for you..."

Master Guiyi Hu Guiyi looked at Tiantai Lord Hu Erle with a bitter face.

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(End of chapter)