Suddenly, the sword light in the ancestral hall poured out, mixed with overwhelming sword intent, like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, shining brightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The breeze is out!

The Qingfeng Sword is the famous sword of Mu Yingfeng, and it has been following him since he became an adult, and it is said that the previous head of the Mu family, Qiu Yi, was specially tailored for him.

Qingfeng Sword is only one inch wide, two and a half feet long, thin as cicada wings, with the master's sword intent, it can be softened into a whip, or it can be as hard as a rock, and sharpen iron like mud, although it is not an artifact, but it can also be ranked in the top 50 of the famous sword list.

Along with the breeze, there was also a man with a cape, a thin body, a hooked nose, thin lips, and red eyes.

"Who?!Who dares to disturb my retreat!Give me out!" The voice was angry and deafening.

The red eyes looked around, and finally landed on Zhixuan, who was supported by the old bustard, "Slut, it's you again!

After that, a sword flower as fast as the wind and as sharp as a gang tore through the space and approached the past, and the momentum of the sword venerable gushed out, unstoppable.

The old bustard knew that he would definitely not be able to escape this time, so he grabbed the two attendants around him and threw them forward, trying to slow down Mu Yingfeng's swift killing move.

The puppets, who had long been in tatters, received the order and also flew over.

Seeing that the Great Elder had already exited the customs and the Demolition Pill could no longer be used, Uncle Rong summoned the surviving disciples to draw their swords and rush into the battle circle, trying to help Mu Yingfeng intercept the little minions who were in the way.

However, the anomaly regenerates.

Mu Yingfeng, who was intercepted and slowed down, became furious, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his hair spread in the wind with the restlessness of the sword qi around him, like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Mu Yingfeng blurted out with a strong voice, "Yin and yang, rigid and soft, cold and clear, ten thousand blades out, first strike to break!"

Oops, this is Mu Yingfeng's unique martial arts Han Qingpo, who could only bless his own spiritual power with one Qingfeng Sword into thousands of invisible swords. But after he broke through the Sword Venerable, he could already transform into ten thousand handles at once.

A hairy killing intent burst out, and he wanted to destroy even the Mu family with one move.

Uncle Rong exclaimed, "Great Elder, it's me! I'm Mu Rong!"

Mu Yingfeng turned a deaf ear, seeing that the rain of ten thousand swords was about to fall, Uncle Rong saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly covered the retreat of his disciples.

When a rain of swords came in the wind, echoing the cold moonlight in the night sky, Uncle Rong used his whole body sword qi to resist.

However, his cultivation is really hitting the stone with an egg.

Uncle Rong knew that he couldn't avoid it this time, and once he avoided it, the disciples who fled behind him would definitely die.

In the end, he chose to sacrifice the sword, and every sword refiner could be fused with the contract sword to exert its maximum power, but at the cost of not having a whole body and scattering his soul.

At this time, a gray shadow that was not tall blocked in front of Uncle Rong, and countless blood holes were pierced by the sword rain in half a breath.

It's Wang Quanan, the middle-aged man who always silently takes care of everything behind Uncle Rong.

"Master Rong, this life of mine was saved by you, if it weren't for you, I would have died of natural disasters long ago, I always think about how to repay it, today, I finally have the opportunity to repay my wish", Wang Quanan, who had suffered countless sword rains, could no longer support it, knelt down, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

At this point, Chu Yu could no longer stand idly by, so Hongyan took her over to save people.

"Is Mu Yingfeng blind, why do you even kill your own people!" Su Lengche couldn't understand what the situation was.

"You're just blind! Don't you see that his eyes are red, and he looks like he's gone mad!" Bai Yao was speechless.

Blame me? I'm weak in cultivation, and I can't see as far as you do. The black light is still so far away, how can it be possible to notice whether his eyes are red or not! Su Lengche said that he had been taught a very wronged lesson.

"What are you doing in a daze, the little apprentice rushed in, let's hurry over to help", since there was a little apprentice Chu Yu, who was a kiss and a soft sister, Bai Yao was more and more slapping his nose and face to Su Lengche, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't feel good.