The sun is shining and the birds are singing. All kinds of flowers are blooming, colorful butterflies linger among the thousands of flowers, and the peak is full of life.

Hi hi!

Whew!

There was a hot scene on the big training ground. The disciples of the Sword Sect sweated like rain one by one, and practiced all kinds of superb arts diligently.

Ma Qingfeng's stunt at the Wind Extinguishing Conference gave the Sword Sect disciples a most significant example, and all the disciples were learning from Ma Qingfeng and striving to shine their brilliance at the Five-Year Conference.

The mountain was in full swing, but a group of uninvited guests came down the mountain.

A one-eyed old man rode a tall horse, surrounded by dozens of people, and came to the Sword Sect's Breaking Heaven Peak.

These people are the people in the mysterious valley where the Bloody Gate has been destroyed, and this one-eyed old man is none other than the Left Protector.

A man in yellow jumped out of a hidden place, "Meet the Left Protector." ”

"Well, are you all ready?" asked the One-Eyed Left Protector.

"Back to the left protector, the subordinates are ready, just wait for the left protector to give an order, the subordinates will immediately rush up, like in the bloody gate, kill and rob everything, the brothers are looking forward to it!" said the man in yellow flatteringly.

The one-eyed left protector laughed after hearing this, "Hahaha, these little cubs are still addicted." However, no one is bothered by more money. What is the strength of the Sword Sect?"

The man in yellow hurriedly replied: "The elite disciples of the Sword Sect have been taken by the Great Elder to protect the emperor's seven princesses. Some time ago, another wind extinguishing conference was held, and it was rumored that the Sword Sect had won a complete victory and was very strong. However, my subordinates think that the Sword Sect ranks last, and we can easily win even the first Blood Demon Sect, let alone the Sword Sect!"

"Okay, send a signal, attack!" Zuo Protector didn't take the Sword Sect seriously, in a barren and barren wilderness, what kind of master could there be.

The man in yellow took out the communication rocket from his arms and shook his hand into the sky.

Bang!

A cloud of yellow smoke exploded in the air.

Countless yellow-clothed people came out of their hidden places and rushed towards the Sword Sect along the mountain road.

Knock knock!

The Sword Sect's large practice ground resounded with a burst of drums like popping beans.

Countless disciples of the Sword Sect rushed to the Great Practice Ground from all the halls with their swords.

The big drum on the challenge platform was placed recently, and it was used to prepare for calling the police or gathering all the disciples of the sect when there was a big event.

Wei Min is leading 1,300 disciples to practice, after the last Wind Extinguishing Conference, these disciples have been cultivated as elite disciples, and there are elders who come to guide them every day, and the strength is growing higher and higher.

Hearing the rapid sound of drums, Wei Min didn't say a word, and quickly rushed to the big practice ground with a thousand disciples.

Left three hundred disciples to accompany Han Jiutian to protect the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When the disciples of the Sword Sect saw something explode in the sky, they felt bad, so they all quickly gathered at the mountain gate.

Looking at the yellow whirring under the mountain, thousands of people along the mountain road to kill up the mountain, Gu Yuanshan's eyes narrowed, and he felt that the strength of the man in yellow was very strong.

With a wave of his hand, the Sword Sect disciple quickly returned to the Great Practice Ground, laid down the Soul Snatching Sword Formation, and took a defensive position.

It didn't take long for the people in yellow to go up the mountain, and when they saw that the disciples of the Sword Sect had lined up their formations, the people in yellow did not attack, but also lined up on the opposite side.

Accompanied by dozens of prefecture-level masters, the one-eyed left protector slowly ascended to the Breaking Heaven Peak and came to the big practice ground.

Seeing the formation of the Sword Sect, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he disdainful, "The head of the Sword Sect came out to answer." ”

Gu Yuanshan carried the Thunder Tribulation Divine Sword and walked to the center, "Who are you, why did you invade my Sword Sect for no reason." ”

Looking at Gu Yuanshan, Zuo Protector said: "It doesn't matter who we are, the important thing is that you only need to hand over what your ancestor brought back back then, and donate all the gold and silver treasures of your Sword Sect, and we will release your Sword Sect." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, please leave, otherwise, you will be regarded as an enemy of my Sword Sect and you will be killed immediately." Gu Yuanshan was a little confused, and he didn't understand what the other party wanted.

Zuo Protector lost his patience a little, "Back then, your ancestor snatched a treasure from our ancestor, hand it over immediately, otherwise the Sword Sect and the Blood Demon Sect will end up together." ”

Gu Yuanshan was taken aback, "You did the bloody sect, and you came from outside?"

Zuo Dharma Protector nodded, "Yes, we're from outside. Come and retrieve the treasures that belonged to us back then. ”

After Gu Yuanshan knew the origin of the other party, he calmed down instead, "What you said is in my Sword Sect." But the patriarch left the ancestral teachings, which can be given to anyone, but not to people from outside. ”

"You don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin. Come on, slaughter all the disciples of the Sword Sect, and destroy it for me. The left protector waved his hand.

"Kill"!

The man in yellow shouted and surged up like a wave.

As soon as Gu Yuanshan waved his hand, Wei Min's thousand disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion took the lead in rushing out, each pulling his sword and killing into the enemy group.

The man in yellow who was killed in a moment cried and called his mother, and fled in all directions.

The one-eyed left protector of the one-eyed Dharma widened his eyes and pointed at Wei Min and the others with his finger, "These are the disciples of the Sword Sect, and the strength of this Sword Sect is about to catch up with the middle sects of the Central Continent." Go ahead, or it won't be easy. ”

Dozens of prefecture-level masters behind him jumped up, stopped Wei Min and other prefecture-level masters, and slaughtered.

Only then did the man in yellow free his hand and kill the other Sword Sect disciples.

The Sword Sect is another bloody disaster.

Blood, stumps and broken arms, scattered internal organs. The heads of people rolling around seemed to have become a terrifying hell on the big training ground.

Hai Wushuang fought hard with the Ice Spirit Sword, but there were too many masters of the man in yellow, and he killed a few human-level seventh- and eighth-grade martial artists, and immediately several human-level nine-rank martial artists came. The cold light of the Ice Spirit Sword shimmered, and the Ice Technique was sent to the extreme.

Within a zhang of Hai Wushuang's surroundings, the cold air was shining, and even the air was frozen.

Several human-level nine-rank martial artists who fought with her moved more and more slowly, and the last one was stabbed to death by Hai Wushuang, and the corpse did not even flow blood, and the moment of death was frozen.

At this moment, the people in yellow who were not strong were all killed by freezing in an instant, and no one dared to approach Hai Wushuang anymore.

The one-eyed left protector had already noticed Hai Wushuang, and when he saw that no one among ordinary disciples could stop Hai Wushuang, he waved his hand, "Go ahead!"

Whoosh! The two yellow-clothed men arrived in the middle of the scene in an instant from their hiding place, and as soon as they made a move, the blood of the Sword Sect disciple was flying.

"Ground-level seventh-grade martial artist!" Gu Yuanshan was about to block it.

Several elders of the Sword Sect and other ground-level masters had already all gone out to fight, and Han Jiutian was in retreat to break through the ground-level nine grades. No one can stop these two ground-level seventh-grade martial artists anymore.

The one-eyed left protector, with a vertical body, stopped Gu Yuanshan, "Your opponent is me, where are you going!"

Gu Yuanshan stabbed out with a sword, like a bolt of lightning that went straight to the chest of the left protector.

"Haha, it's a good time, I haven't had an opponent for a long time, so I'll have a big fight with you today. Ben Demon Fist!" The one-eyed left protector punched out, shattering the sword light of Gu Yuanshan.

The two of you come and go, killing in one place.

And those two ground-level seventh-grade martial artists were like entering a no-man's land, killing all sides in the group of disciples of the Sword Sect, and no one was an enemy at all.

Hai Wushuang has a sword, his apricot eyes are wide open, he shakes the ice spirit sword, and the Vientiane swordsmanship reverses the galaxy. A misty cold air wrapped in sword light struck the two of them. The ground crackled and the blood flowed everywhere instantly froze.

The two people were killing up, and suddenly felt that the cold was pressing, and they knew that it was not good, so one jumped forward to dodge, and the other hit it with a backhand.

"Whew, it's so cold!" Zhenyuan, the yellow-clothed man in charge of interception, flowed through his hands, and the layer of hoarfrost on his hands slowly receded.

"Little girl, the exercises are good, but it's a pity that the cultivation is a little lower. You are not the old man's opponent, if you are willing to follow the old man in the future and be the old man's maid, the old man will let you go, otherwise ......"

Brush!

Before he could finish speaking, Hai Wushuang slashed down with another sword, trying to split him in half with a single sword.

The old man was furious, shook his body, and hid to the side, "Little girl, you are looking for death by yourself, then don't blame me." ”

The old man's luck worked, and he saw that the old man's hands were as black as ink, exuding a black metal-like luster.

"Die under the black palm of the old man, you should be blind. "Double Zhang flipped over, and struck out at Hai Wushuang.

Woo!

A black wind was generated out of thin air, and a black palm faintly in the wind quickly hit Hai Wushuang.

Hai Wushuang was blown by the black wind, felt a little dizzy, and was busy running the True Yuan, infusing the Ice Spirit Sword, and stabbing out towards the palm shadow in the black wind, he saw a sword light shoot out, and the surrounding air condensed into snowflakes and fell.