At the top of Shaoyang Mountain, the outside of the Sword Spirit Pavilion of the Holy Sword Mountain Villa had completely fallen into chaos.

The Sword Spirit Pavilion will burst at any time.

Thousands of people from the Holy Sword Villa besieged more than a hundred masters of the Twelve Sword Gates.

At this time, there is another flowerless palace.

The words of cold water and ice came into everyone's ears, however, others heard nothing, nothing more than angry words, but a few words, to the ears of the old drunkard, were like thunder.

Deceived teachers and destroyed ancestors?

The old drunkard, Long Aotian, and Han Shuibing are the same master, and they are endless real people.

More than ten years ago, Wuya Zhenren married Hanshui Bing to Long Aotian, and Hanshui Bing was the daughter of Wuya Zhenren, and the position of the owner of the Holy Sword Mountain Villa naturally became Long Aotian.

But at the beginning, it all happened suddenly.

Because Han Shuibing liked old drunkards at that time, the two even made a lifelong decision in private.

Wuya Zhenren made a decision, Han Shuibing had tears in his eyes, and did not explain, the old drunkard was disheartened, how could he stay in the Holy Sword Villa, it had only been more than ten years.

Later, the old drunkard heard that the master Wuya Zhenren drove to the west two years later.

The old drunkard also returned to the Holy Sword Villa to see off the master.

As for the back, why did Long Aotian and Han Shuibing turn against each other, and even attack each other, the old drunkard didn't bother to care, in the final analysis, it was someone's family matter.

Today, the old drunkard heard such four words from the mouth of the cold water and ice, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors?

There's clearly something going on here.

In addition, I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and the old drunkard suddenly heard the sound of cold water and ice, although his heart was as calm as water, it was inevitable to make waves.

The old drunkard stared at the one that slowly fell from the sky, which made him feel bitter, miss the figure for many years, and give birth to endless sorrow in his heart.

"Qin Shuang, come out quickly. ”

The old drunkard looked at the Sword Spirit Pavilion again, Qin Shuang hadn't left yet.

At this moment, the old drunkard's heart seemed to have overturned the five-flavor bottle, and there were all kinds of sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty.

Long Aotian was also shocked when he saw the flying flowers in the sky.

The Twelve Sword Gates were already difficult to deal with, and at this time, the Flower Palace appeared again.

He knew in his heart what he had done.

However, Long Aotian was ruthless, and after a few breaths, he was ruthless.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter if you are the Twelve Sword Gates or the Flower Palace, today, this seat wants you all to be buried on the top of this Shaoyang Mountain. ”

Not long after, Han Shui Bing slowly landed with thousands of people from the Flower Palace.

Han Shuibing was surrounded by the two protectors of the Flower Palace, the four elders, as well as more than a hundred Flying Flower Envoys, several masters, nearly a thousand disciples and a large number of flower slaves.

"Water, water ice. I haven't seen it for more than ten years, the old drunkard saw the current appearance of cold water and ice, his heart was like a knife, he shouted, and his voice trembled a little.

Han Shuibing's hair was gray, his face was like frost, and his eyes were full of murderous energy, which was similar to the little junior sister in the old drunkard's original memory.

Hearing the call of the old drunkard, Han Shuibing slowly turned his head to look at the old drunkard.

When she saw the old drunkard, her heart trembled even more, the old drunkard's appearance was really miserable.

Han Shuibing knew that all this was caused by Long Aotian.

"Shui, Shui Bing, senior sister, it's me, don't you recognize me? I'm Longquan, Fu Longquan, your senior brother. ”

Han Shui Bing was about to speak, when suddenly, a loud noise came from the Sword Spirit Pavilion.

Rumble!

The entire Sword Spirit Pavilion was instantly shattered by the bursting power of the Eight Desolations Molten Spirit Array.

In an instant, smoke and dust erupted, and the power of the Eight Desolation Melting Spirit Array's bursting power shot out angrily in all directions carrying the broken stone bricks and tiles of the Sword Spirit Pavilion, and the high cultivation could naturally resist it, but among the people present, the vast majority of them were the outer disciples of the Holy Sword Villa.

At least three or four hundred disciples of the outer disciples of the Holy Sword Villa were killed and injured by the angry masonry.

At this juncture, no one really cares about anyone.

It's just too messy.

unimaginable chaos.

In the smoke and dust, no one could see where Qin Shuang was.

At the last moment, Qin Shuang roared at Xiaolin: "Xiaolin, quickly transform back into a mini form." At the same time, Qin Shuang asked the Ethereal Orb to leave as soon as possible.

Xiao Lin was unwilling, and used his body to block Qin Shuang, Xiao Lin couldn't stop roaring, signaling to let Qin Shuang go first, and he used the body of the Qilin Holy Beast to block the power of the big burst for Qin Shuang.

How could Qin Shuang agree.

"Xiaolin, if you treat me as Qin Shuang's brother, listen to me, quickly. ”

Xiaolin was still very reluctant.

Time was pressing, Qin Shuang roared angrily: "Bastard, if you don't obey my orders, from now on, you go yours, I go mine, I, Qin Shuang, can't serve you, the Qilin Holy Beast." ”

Xiao Lin saw that Qin Shuang was really angry, so he turned back into a mini form.

Qin Shuangyi hugged Xiao Lin in his arms, wrapped his arms around him, and completely protected Xiao Lin with his body, and then, he condensed his lifelong cultivation, and used the Divine Void Step to the extreme, and the Divine Movement accelerated and quickly left the Sword Spirit Pavilion.

As soon as Qin Shuang flashed out a few feet away, the Eight Desolation Melting Spirit Great Array in the Sword Spirit Pavilion exploded.

The power of the large burst burst was like a torrent that burst the embankment, and it shook Qin Shuang away.

The direction is exactly where the holy mountain is located.

Qin Shuang was directly shocked by the power of the large burst and flew hundreds of meters away, and fell heavily on the holy mountain before stopping.

This iron-clad body was hit the hardest in history.

Both arms and legs were broken, and even the left arm was still connected with a few tendons, no matter how powerful the God King's Immortal Body was, there was a limit to its ability to repair, and the trauma that Qin Shuang was suffering now was obviously beyond the Recovery Ability of the God King's Immortal Body.

Qin Shuang's whole person also passed out at this time.

He lay quietly on the ground, and Xiao Lin, who had transformed into a soil dog, circled around Qin Shuang.

"Roar, roar, roar....... Xiaolin was very anxious, he kept using his tongue to **** Qin Shuang's wounds, although Xiaolin is a beast, but his emotions are no worse than people, although he can't speak human words, at this moment, the feelings in his heart can be imagined.

After several attempts, he couldn't wake up Qin Shuang, so Xiao Lin bit Qin Shuang's clothes and pulled Qin Shuang up the holy mountain, as a holy beast, Xiao Lin could clearly feel that there was an extremely powerful life force on the holy mountain.

It was the rebirth power left behind by the divine beast Fire Phoenix.

If you want Qin Shuang to recover, this is the only chance.

The Sword Spirit Pavilion no longer existed, and Qin Shuang didn't know where he went, so the old drunkard could only focus on Han Shuibing's body again.

"Senior sister, it's been more than ten years, you, how can you ....... The old drunkard staggered towards the cold water.

The cold water and ice face were like frost, but at this moment, two tears also slipped down her cold face.

"Senior brother, where have you been for more than ten years?"

"I, hey, it's hard to put into words. For me, the Holy Sword Villa is just a sad place, it's all gone, don't mention it, don't mention it. ”

Hearing this, Han Shuibing looked at Long Aotian fiercely: "I have a deep hatred, how can I not mention it, it was him, it was he who killed my father, and at the beginning, it was also his conspiracy and calculation, forcing my father to marry me to him, he was a beast." ”

(End of chapter)