Three days later, .

There are three major views of the Holy Sword Gate, the first place is naturally the Ten Thousand Swords Sword Shrine, followed by the giant sword that stands in front of the mountain gate and is cast in fine iron more than ten zhang high, and then there is the Demon Slaying Platform six miles away from the Sword Shrine.

However, the sword mound is never open to the outside world, only after the disciples of the Holy Sword Gate build the foundation, they are eligible to enter the inside to choose a sword, according to legend, when the mountains and rivers build the foundation, enter the sword mound, and choose an ancient sword called Qinghong, but the Qinghong sword is old, it has long been rusted, after the sword mound, Fan Shanhe will melt the Qinghong sword and recast, and give the new sword also named Qinghong, with the rapid rise of Fanshan River like a comet, Qinghong Sword is also famous, ranking third in the world's famous sword list.

In front of the mountain gate, whether it was the people of the Four Holy Lands or the rest of the cultivators of the Micro Realm, when they saw that giant sword, they would all let out a burst of amazement.

A purple-clothed woman with two swords on her back raised her head, looked at the giant sword, and said in surprise: "Such a big sword, it's carved in stone, right?"

The appearance of the woman in purple can only be regarded as a middle and upper posture, but her figure is excellent, because of the posture of looking up, the round twin peaks on her chest are even more upright and majestic, and the man in Tsing Yi on the side subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and then said: "Little junior sister, you are wrong, this sword is not made of stones, nor is it simply used for decoration, in the famous sword list, the Qinghong sword of the master of the Fan Sect of all mountains and rivers is still ranked after this sword!"

The purple-clothed woman's eyes widened, "Isn't the Qinghong Sword ranked third......?

The man in Tsing Yi smiled proudly: "According to legend, when Shen Jin Zhenren founded the Holy Sword Gate eight thousand years ago, the four holy lands at that time sent a large army to encircle and suppress, but they were beaten by Shen Jin Zhenren and lost their armor, and those magic weapons, Dao swords, bows and crossbows, all of them were melted and cast into this giant sword, named Dingfeng Waves, and it has been standing in front of the Holy Sword Gate Mountain Gate. ”

"Brother Master is really knowledgeable. The woman in purple cast an approving gaze, and the man smiled triumphantly, but the next moment, his eyes widened, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and his gaze was firmly attached to a woman walking in front of him.

After the woman, who was far more than her little sister in terms of appearance, appearance and temperament, walked away, the man suddenly felt a pain in his right foot, and when he turned around, he saw the little sister looking at him with great resentment.

Nie Qianrou's gaze at the man had long been ********, and she didn't pay any attention to it, and after walking through the giant sword turmoil, she stopped and raised her head.

A huge shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

Whether it was the cultivators who had already entered the mountain gate and climbed up the stone steps step by step, or the people who watched the giant sword in front of the mountain gate, they were all shrouded in this shadow.

Everyone looked up, and the next moment, the room was filled with gasps.

A huge ship more than 30 zhang long slowly descended from the sky.

On both sides of the ship, there stood a monk with a sword, majestic and majestic.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

I only hear that the ship is in the water, how can I see the giant ship flying in the sky?

After the giant ship landed smoothly, the two wrestlers threw down the gangway, and a roll of red gold-rimmed carpet rolled down the gangway and spread out.

A man in white walked down the gangway slowly, white clothes and black hair, clothes and hair were flowing and elegant, untied or untied, slightly fluttering, lined with a tall figure, like a king coming to the world.

Everyone's eyes were on this man.

Many female monks are already starring, and the woman in purple with her shoulders on her back can't help but hold her red cheeks, not knowing what she is thinking.

Nie Qianrou's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of her mouth rose, and she secretly said that you Yun Mo would also make such a flashy style.

Zhang Shan, who was standing at the bow of the boat, was very satisfied with the reaction of these people, and stabbed Liu Laoliu's waist on the side, "Sixth grandfather, how is it?"

Liu Lao Liu sighed, "Although it is very sassy, it can really increase face! With this spaceship that can catch the bright moon in nine days and catch fish and dragons in the five oceans, the prestige of our Kendo Sect can be regarded as a fight!"

The old and the young laughed happily, but unexpectedly, Ah Zhe poured cold water on his head, "Fame is not earned by these flashy things, but by the accumulation of blood and corpses!"

An old man in his seventies and a boy less than ten years old cast a pair of white eyes at the same time.

Ah Zhe ignored the old and young who were not doing right, and said to the monks of the guard camp behind him: "The guard camp listens to the order, and the guards are thorough!"

On the demon slaying platform, the four Confucian sages and wind lords who had regained the repossession of the Snowflake Palace Lord of Fanshanhe stood side by side, watching the giant ship fly from afar and land in front of the Mountain Gate of the Holy Sword Gate.

The four of them had different expressions.

After a long time, the master of the Holy Sword Sect broke the silence and said softly, "Everyone has arrived." ”

Three days later, a handsome order was transmitted to the entire micro-realm through the teleportation array.

Immediately afterwards, one after another orders flew towards various large and small sects and family forces, and countless cultivators rushed from Tiannan and Haibei to Suzaku City, the first male city in the southeast.

Demon Domain, Eight Hundred Miles of Green Plains.

Qingyuan is rich in good horses, whether it is a snow-treading horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, or a sweaty horse with amazing explosive power, it is the best choice for the cavalry. The reason why the Qingjia cavalry has been able to win more than ten times over the years is inseparable from the open supply of these excellent war horses.

The current territory of the Qing family is not only 800 miles?

At the head of the main city, Qing Hongtai, the male lord of the Qing family, stood with a sword, and in the city gate under his feet, a group of cavalry covered with iron armor marched silently, and a vast team of 30,000 people formed a black ribbon on the vast Qingyuan.

There were two young men standing beside Qing Hongtai, their eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to him.

Qing Xuan looked at the cavalry team that spread to the sky in silence and said, "Father, what are the chances of winning this battle?"

Qing Hongtai's voice was indifferent, and he asked, "Scared?"

Qing Xuan smiled: "When have I Qing Xuan ever been afraid?"

Knowing that the son is not as good as the father, Qing Hongtai nodded and said: "I, Qing Hongtai, have planned all my life, I want to take the Demon King's Palace and replace it, and even try to form an alliance with the Sword Dao Sect far away in the sky, but I didn't expect that people are not as good as the sky, and I caught up with the battle between the Demon Domain and the Shiwei Realm, that's it, if I lay down the Shiwei Realm, what is the Demon Domain?!"

Qing Xuan smiled: "The ancestor once said, the world is taken on a horse, and once my Qing family's cavalry arrives, it will definitely be able to succeed!"

Qing Hongtai smiled heartily: "Do you think that after so many years of being a father, you have not left a backhand?"

With a flick of his fingers, a golden sword aura soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the earth began to tremble, and I saw that between heaven and earth, a black line appeared, crushing like a wave, and the speed was only fast and not slow compared to the wind-chasing horses in the green plains that were known for their speed!

When the black line was still four miles away from the main city, Rao is battle-hardened war horse also began to feel uneasy.

It only took a moment for the black wave to reach the bottom of the main city.

The smell is fishy.

A strong and ferocious wolf, grinning with teeth, and on the back of each wolf, a knight is ridden.

The first knight drove the wolf forward, and said loudly: "The master of the family, Dianxiong led three thousand wolf riders to stand by!"

Qing Hongtai said to Qing Xuan beside him: "These three thousand wolf rides will be handed over to you." ”

Heavenly Demon Peak.

On the narrow mountain road, two middle-aged men climbed the stairs.

The middle-aged man on the left glanced up at the ancient temple in front of him, and for some reason, sighed in his heart.

The middle-aged man on the right was a little younger, carrying an unpretentious iron sword on his back, and said, "Senior brother, you don't have to go." ”

The middle-aged man who was a little older said: "Little junior brother, there are some things that should be faced, and you still have to face them, and if you don't go today, you may not have a chance in the future." ”

The middle-aged man with the iron sword on his back was silent, and after a while, he said calmly: "The past has passed, and the senior brother doesn't have to worry about the things of the year anymore." ”

The man next to him shook his head: "I Hongzhan killed too much, if I killed others, it would be fine, but for the position of the palace master, I killed too many disciples and elders in the sect, and those thousands of lives, after so many years, in fact, I still can't let go after all." ”

After the Demon King Palace Master Hong Zhan finished speaking, he quickened his pace.

Leyou, who had been half a position behind him, sighed slightly.

Half an hour later, Hong Zhan knelt in front of the statue of the Great Demon God in the temple, for the first time in his life, and probably for the last time, to confess to the statue of the Great Demon God.

The ten-year-old high priest personally rang the bronze ancient bell hanging on the top of the Heavenly Demon Peak for him.

In the midst of the bell, the 40,000 monks of the Demon King's Palace poured out of the nest and went straight to the Southwest Demon Beast Mountain Range.

In the northeast of the Shiwei Realm, Pingle Town, which has a population of more than 3,000, ignited a fire, and soon, the fire spread to the entire town.

In the skyrocketing fire, not a single townsfolk wailed or cried for help.

For before this fire was burned, all the three thousand one hundred and eighty-six people in the town died.

Outside the town, there are nearly 10,000 fierce monks.

A strong man with a lotus tattoo on his bare head came to the leader and said respectfully, "My lord, there is enough food for us to rush to Hangu Pass." ”

The man, wrapped in a black robe, lifted the brim of his hat, looked at the burning fire, and did not speak for a long time.

He didn't speak, and not a single one of the tens of thousands, including the bald monk who took pleasure in killing people and skinning them, dared to move.

When the fire weakened, he said faintly: "The karmic fire in my heart will burn everything in the world, including the Four Holy Lands, including the Sword Dao Sect, including the Demon Domain, of course," the corners of his mouth turned upward, "including you Yun Mo! I will personally collect the body for you!" >