When Cui Weiming heard the word "sister", his eyes flashed suddenly, and then a trace of guilt rose.

Zhao Haotian is the young master of the Xuan Demon Palace, he went out to travel that day, and he was not in Tiancang Mountain during the war and failed to rush back.

Time flies, who would have thought that the rumored handsome and elegant young man would now become a slightly chubby cook covered in oil smoke?

"I see, Zhao Zhang, Zhao Qianfeng, both surnamed Zhao, but because of the identity of the cook, they have escaped Changming's strict investigation. ”

Cui Weiming looked at him expressionlessly, and said: "I do feel guilty for Lian'er's death, but I don't carry this pot, if it weren't for your Xuanmo Palace's many injustices, how could those elder disciples and Lian'er end up like this?"

Zhao Haotian looked at him coldly and said, "If you hadn't eloped with her, the Xuan Demon Altar would not have failed, how could the Tiancang Mountain Great Array be broken, why should my relatives and friends die?"

Cui Weiming's eyes were red, and he almost roared and said, "You are afraid of Changming Sect, so you want to sacrifice her to the heavens?

Zhao Haotian was silent for a while, looked at him and said, "But at least, he won't die." ”

Cui Weiming said seriously: "It's possible that he won't die." ”

After the battle of Tiancang Mountain, a disciple found a formation in a corner of the mountain behind the Xuan Demon Palace, carved with strange runes, but it seemed that it had been a long time ago, and it should have lost its effect, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

This vignette was recorded in an inconspicuous corner of the dossier of that great war.

Perhaps even the disciple and the elder in charge of the record had forgotten this fact.

In fact, that formation is an altar, which is used to sacrifice to the sky in exchange for the power to protect the mountain. But the necessary conditions for sacrificing to the sky are that the virgin blood of a pure yin woman and her fifty-year lifespan, at that time, only Zhao Lian'er, the daughter of the head of the sect, met the conditions in the entire Tiancang Mountain.

Cui Weiming overheard it the night before he eloped, and the power of protecting the mountain combined with the aura of the mountain and the lives of thirty disciples could attract thunder to descend into the world, and the Changming Sect, who did not know the inside story, would definitely suffer heavy losses, and there was no way and means to transmit the news at that time.

In desperation, he eloped with Lian'er, which was also due to the fact that he couldn't bear Zhao Lian'er to be tortured like this.

He didn't expect that Changming Sect would actually find the exact location of the Xuan Demon Palace, and what he didn't expect was that the head of the previous generation would actually split the Tiancang Mountain Great Array.

Zhao Lian'er and Cui Weiming were in love with each other, but at that time, the family was ruined, and the sweetheart was a disciple of the enemy's forces, so they had the idea of life and death and went to Changming to die.

Cui Weiming was also infamous for betraying the sect.

Zhao Haotian looked at him, his eyes were calm, and he said lightly: "My family is dead, what's the use of saying this, in the end, if there is no you, the location of the Xuan Demon Hall will never be exposed." There's a good chance I'll die here today, but I'll definitely take you with me. ”

Cui Weiming glanced at Feng Xiaohan behind him, and after confirming that he was currently safe, the long sword in his hand made a loud dragon groan, only to hear a snort, the air in the cave was punctured, and the dragon tongue sword attacked Zhao Haotian.

The bright sword light illuminated the cave and illuminated Zhao Haotian's gloomy face, but it could not illuminate his inky black robe.

Zhao Haotian has a horizontal sword in his chest, and he uses a defensive sword.

Iron cable across the river.

This sword comes from the Changming swordsmanship.

The emperor in Kyoto of the Tang Dynasty, after unifying the world, gathered all kinds of Dharma enlightenment scriptures and spread them all over the world, making the human world, which had fallen countless masters in the war, once again usher in the prosperity of cultivation at a very fast speed.

Changmingzong responded to the call for the benefit of the world, and every year there will be some exquisite swordsmanship in the world, and the iron rope Hengjiang is one of the more famous moves.

The iron is locked on the river, and ships are not allowed to pass through.

The dragon tongue sword struck like a wave out of the sky, but it couldn't pass through the iron lock.

There was no crisp sword sound at the intersection of the two swords, but a loud bang, and the dust in Shandong almost collapsed the hole.

It's like a saint in the night sky who lifts up a hammer and hits it on an iron plate.

The strong qi shook several cracks on the inner wall of the cave, but Yu Wei dispersed before he could touch Feng Xiaohan, obviously Guo Mingzhe's qi blockade played a role.

After a long time, the smoke and dust cleared.

Zhao Haotian's back was straight, but his feet were deep in the ground, reaching his knees, just like the iron halberd tree that was a specialty of Tiancang Mountain, no matter how much the landslide and the ground cracked, he couldn't shake his posture for half a minute.

Cui Weiming's sword is like the street in the town under the mountain where he often begs, straight and smooth, and on this side of the road are rich people, big fish and big meat.

On the other side of the road were ordinary people, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and he was sitting on the side of the road, watching the rich eat meat and the poor drink porridge, but he was starving.

This is also the Red Dust Sword.

This is the tenacity that he has smoothed the edges and corners under the mountain in his heroic life.

No matter how hard the life is, you have to go on, because one day the sect will give it to you.

No matter how difficult this sword is, it has to be cut out, because this guy in front of him must die.

Guo Mingzhe did not kill Zhao Haotian in person, he had the intention of holding his own identity and not bullying the juniors, of course, he was also giving Cui Weiming a chance.

Kill the culprit, and those who survived fifty years ago will give him a chance to explain what happened that year.

The loud sound kept sounding, and although the two swords did not collide, the sword intent and sword qi were still constantly attacking and defending.

The sound became more and more intense, and the click of hard objects breaking also sounded rhythmically, which was the sound of Zhao Haotian's body going deeper and deeper into the ground, and the soles of his feet breaking hard stones.

The crack that stopped not far in front of Feng Xiaohan also spread half an inch towards him.

Cui Weiming's sword qi attacked fifty times, and each time it was three points heavier than the previous one, because it was very bitter to beg, but the sword intent was more and more ethereal, because the beggar was also very free.

The sound sounded forty-nine times, which means that he made a total of forty-nine swords, and when it came to the fiftieth sound, it was as if a silver bottle had been broken, and the rumbling sound suddenly turned back to a crisp sword sound.

Just like a person who has been silent for fifty years and suddenly opens his mouth but can't speak, after fifty years of hard work, the sword hidden in the bamboo stick suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword intent that had accumulated suddenly couldn't be used, and the previous sword didn't have the earth-shattering sword intent that fifty years of sword intent should have.

It was only at this point that those sword intents finally burst out with their full power.

The full moon outside the cave was supposed to hide behind the clouds, but when Cui Weiming's sword sounded, the quiet moonlight turned into countless sharp swords, piercing the stratus clouds and re-illuminating the earth.

In front of the mountain gate, the elders and disciples of Qingzhu Peak, Ziyun Peak, Nanxi Peak and other places in the Changming Sect all felt it, and looked up at the night sky, feeling a little dazzling.

That's because the moonlight is mixed with sword energy!

Tonight was supposed to be a full moon, but there was a half-moon floating in the sky, with neat edges, as if someone had cut off half of it with scissors.

"It was cut off by a sword. ”

In front of the mountain gate, in the sword formation of Changming Sect, Chen Feng exclaimed: "Which master is the earth-shattering sword?" ”

Zhao Haotian was smashed into the ground, lying in a deep pit with gravel and dirt, his black robe, boots, and trousers were all torn into pieces, and his body was injured by the sword qi, and he almost became a bloody person.

Cui Weiming didn't expect that his sword intent had accumulated to such a point.

Feng Xiaohan's face was pale, his brows were slightly raised, and in the end, even the roof of the small cave was lifted with this sword, and the waterhole had been blown away.

The scene was shocking, but it wasn't enough to make his jaw drop.

But it still made him feel a sense of powerlessness that he hadn't felt for a long time.

There are too many masters in the human world, and the twelve-year-old Transformation Spirit Consummation is indeed good, but in front of these people, even Yu Wei can't bear it.

Guo Mingzhe used the barrier created by his divine sense to block most of the impact for him, but he still suffered a lot of internal injuries.

After the baptism of golden light, Feng Xiaohan is still like this.

Zhao Haotian's injuries should have been fatal.