"Well done, the Divine Tree of the Pure Yang Sword has also been destroyed, where to go next?"

The corners of Liu Kai's mouth, which was watching coldly, hooked up an almost cruel smile, and he left step by step with merciless steps.

The Divine Tree Fusang is built on the highest pavilion of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, and standing on the pavilion and looking down, you can see the entire Pure Yang Sword Pavilion.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop in confusion, the bloodstained Youleng Pavilion with his hands stained on his hands was standing on the edge of the rooftop, he looked down at the sky, looking at the entire Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, and suddenly felt that he actually had some memories of the Pure Yang Sword.

He turned around and stared at the figure lying in a pool of blood, and suddenly began to laugh weirdly in the sky, "I don't trust anyone, I only believe in the Pure Yang Sword that has dominated the Sword Sect for five thousand years, I don't seek fame or profit, I only want to pursue the way of the sword with my life!" But why? Why, exactly? Am I wrong to seek greater power? Why are you doing this to me?! ”

With red eyes, the cold pavilion that was already on the edge of madness hurriedly stepped forward two steps forward, grabbed the collar of the county order pavilion, and shook it vigorously.

"Gunxu Pavilion! I'm obviously better than Mu Ze! But why did you never preach to me, even if it was just a trick? What the hell did I do wrong to make your entire Pure Yang Sword treat me like this? ”

Consciousness has completely disappeared, and it is certainly impossible for the Gunxu Pavilion, whose life wanders on the edge of the two worlds, to give him an answer.

While laughing and shaking the collar of the county order pavilion frantically, I don't know how long later, the cold pavilion finally calmed down, and saw the sword that ran through the county order pavilion, I don't know for some reason, he pulled out the sword.

Maybe he wanted to hide something, or maybe he knew that his actions were impossible to hide no matter what, but he still didn't want anyone to see his saber appear here.

It didn't take long for Mo Kongjing to see the quiet but incomparably firm steps taken by the Youleng Pavilion, and she thought that she finally understood what was going on in the heart of the person who started it all.

The Gloomy Pavilion longs for great power, longs to stand at the pinnacle of the world, 'Let the sky be tarnished, let the heavens make way for it, I'm going to stand at the pinnacle!' The persistent and determined eyes of his youth came to her mind.

She thought, Youleng Pavilion has probably never forgotten his original intention, in order to become stronger, he can not distinguish between good and evil, just to become stronger, abandon the pure yang sword that he originally admired the most in his heart and turn into the minions of the abyss demon, just for - Liu Kai inherited his powerful power.

And from the perspective of Jun Xuan Ting, she thought that she could also understand what Jun Xuan Pavilion was worried about, he was afraid that he would teach him all his heart and soul and eventually cultivate another Liu Kai with his own hands, but even so, even if he had not taught Youleng Pavilion even a single move, Youleng Pavilion finally set foot on the road that Liu Kai had walked.

When the Divine Tree Fusang exploded, because it was at the highest position of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, its prosperity and withering could be seen by any Pure Yang Sword disciple.

In just an instant, the demons that invaded the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion suddenly disappeared without a trace, and the Divine Tree Fusang, which the Pure Yang Sword had been guarding to the death, was finally destroyed.

"The Cold Pavilion! Hold it! ”

Outside the main gate of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, countless disciples rushed towards the commanding heights in fear, but the muddy back was the opposite and was leaving the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion.

The back of the Youleng Pavilion leaving did not attract anyone's attention, except for Mu Ze, who rushed to the Divine Tree Fusang for the first time, and immediately chased after him, the entire Pure Yang Sword Pavilion was empty outside the main gate.

"Mu Ze listens"

Looking back indifferently, he had already walked half of the long staircase, and the apex of the staircase, the familiar back of the pestle standing in front of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion made the cold pavilion feel a moment of emotion in his heart.

Indifferently opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised a trace of inexplicable arc, and only he knew the meaning of this smile.

The last thing he wanted to face happened.

He originally wanted to face his best friend calmly, but Mu Ze, who was angry, didn't have the slightest intention of talking at all, and the cold sword-wielding figure attacked him at a lightning speed!

And for some reason, Youleng Pavilion hesitated, and in the end, he didn't draw his sword, but narrowly avoided Mu Zeting's attack.

However, after this move, Mu Zeting did not give up, but turned to attack his back, and then reluctantly played against Youleng Pavilion.

"Do you remember this trick?!"

That sword was mixed with the momentum of thunder, and Youleng Pavilion could never forget the emotions contained in Mu Zeting's eyes at that time, angry, sad, and helpless in the face of Mu Zeting's questioning, he was silent.

"This trick - no heart! I also taught it to you back then, but do you know that this is the master's unique swordsmanship, and even Senior Brother Nanning has not been able to comprehend the unique swordsmanship thoroughly! The master taught me, and I have only taught you alone! ”

Mu Ze's chest rose and fell as he listened, and the speed of swinging the sword became faster and more ruthless, but no matter how fast and ruthless the sword was, it couldn't express the anger in his heart at the moment!!

As soon as these words came out, Yu Lengting raised his head in surprise, this time he finally noticed something that he had always thought was weird.

At the moment when the Jun Xuan Pavilion fell, he was actually not surprised by the sword technique he used, and he didn't even wonder why he had the unique sword technique of the Pure Yang Sword, he just looked at Liu Kai and looked at them with a sad look

For so many years, it was Mu Ze who taught him every trick he had learned, if he hadn't gotten the acquiescence of the Junxu Pavilion, how could he have been safe for so many years?

In the Pure Yang Sword, stealing swordsmanship without permission is a big sin expelled from the sect!

Before the cold pavilion had time to think about it, the voice from afar suddenly made his heart half cold.

"It turns out that the master is actually dead at your hand!"

Feng Nanning, who rushed to hear the sound, was upright and upright, and he looked at the Youleng Pavilion who was constantly dodging the long sword with a heartbroken attitude, and then he even sacrificed his sword to deal with the Youleng Pavilion with Mu Zeting!

With one enemy and two enemies, no matter how superb the talent of the Youleng Pavilion is, it is inevitable that two fists will be invincible to four hands, and when he took out his blood-stained sword, Feng Nanning and Mu Ze listened to it with even more red eyes!

"The Cold Pavilion! You mad traitor! I knew this earlier, even if I was charged with disobeying my elders back then, I would definitely not let you enter the Pure Yang Sword! Feng Nanning, who was in a hurry, did not relentlessly hold the sword to attack, his sword was very different from the sword that Mu Zeting heard, as the leader of the new disciples of the Pure Yang Sword, he was the oldest of the modern disciples, and his sword had a murderous aura that other disciples did not have!

However, what Feng Nanning and Mu Ze never expected was that after Feng Nanning's sad and angry shouting of these words, Yu Lengting's hands suddenly hung down without warning, and he lowered his head to make it difficult to see serious emotions, motionless like a lifeless puppet.

And Mu Ze heard that the long sword had come out at this time, and it was difficult to recover from the water, he could detect that unusual aura, and when he saw the cold pavilion that suddenly stopped resisting, he still remembered the old love after all, and the sword was half an inch.

The sound of the long sword piercing into the flesh and blood came, and this sword was not piercing deeply, and it was not even accurate at all.

(To be continued.) )