In the sky, thunderclouds quietly gathered, faintly flickering with tiny thunder light, but did not make any sound. In the air, www.biquge.info the oppressive wind blows quietly, carrying the salty and humid air from the sea.

At this time, the sky was obscured by endless thunderclouds, and the sky suddenly darkened.

High in the air in front of the Miluo Sect Mountain, hundreds of people came against the wind, and the first man was two men in red clothes, these two men looked ordinary, but they were very similar, they were Song Qing and Song Lan, the two sons of Song Yan, the sect leader of Beilin Sect.

When he came to the Miluo Sect Mountain Gate, Song Qing waved a sword light in his hand and bombarded the stone plaque on the Miluo Sect Mountain Gate, and with a deafening crackling sound, the stone tablet scattered and split.

Several disciples of the Miluo Sect wearing green shirts flew out of the mountain gate and confronted Song Qing and Song Lan: "Song Qing, why did you destroy my mountain gate!" A Miluo Sect disciple pointed at Song Qing and asked.

"Destroy your mountain gate? Ha ha! I heard that your family is holding a funeral today, and my two brothers also want to come and join in the fun, since we have come to your door, why no one came out to greet us? An arrogant smile appeared on Song Qing's face. The sword light in his hand wandered away, and he used the Miluo Sect disciple in front of him as a hood.

The disciples of the Miluo Sect held their swords against the sword light that ushered in them, but they were not able to match the fierceness of this sword light, and under the sound of a bombardment, they all spat blood from their mouths and fell towards the ground.

Song Qing laughed even more wildly.

Song Lan said to his brother Song Qing on the side: "Big brother, now let's go in, see what they can do to me?" ”

Song Qing said the word "good" in a loud voice, and several sword lights swung out of his hand, bombarding the mountain protection formation of the internal force of the mountain gate. I could only hear the sound of banging, and there were bursts of light at the mountain gate.

Everyone in the mourning hall heard the sound coming from the mountain gate, and saw a disciple come to report: "Miss! Song Qing and Song Lan came to the mountain with 100 people! ”

Several elders snorted coldly when they heard this, and they just flew towards the mountain gate, but they were called down by Wang Yuqing: "Elders wait a minute!" At this time, he slowly turned his head to Zhang Shaotong, who was silent on the side, "Zhang Gongzi, my father asked you to guard the sect for five years, and today my father is gone, and I ask you to help." ”

Zhang Shaotong still had no expression on his face, his hands were silently turned back, his eyes glanced at Wang Yuqing, he didn't speak, and walked slowly towards the mountain gate.

When he walked out of the main hall, the expression on Wang Yuqing's face changed, and he suddenly turned into an invisible sword light on the spot, and flew towards the mountain gate.

Song Qing and Song Lan finally broke through the mountain protection array, leading a hundred disciples of the Beilin Sect to fly to the hinterland of the Miluo Sect, but they saw a white-clothed figure floating out of the mountain gate.

This white-clothed figure appeared at a distance of about ten zhang from them, without the slightest hint of monk's aura on his body, holding his hands behind his back in the air. His black hair danced in the wind, which grew stronger.

The two brothers had never seen Zhang Shaotong in Beiluoxing, and they roared at the top of their voices: "Who are you?!" ”

"My name is Zhang Shaotong." Zhang Shaotong still put his hands behind his back, looking at Song Qing and Song Lan with a flat look in his eyes, without the slightest emotion in his words. At this moment, behind him, a huge lightning bolt like a dragon's claw slashed, followed by a thunderous sound that shook the sky.

"You blocked in front of my brother today, do you want to stand up for Miluo Sect?" Song Lan asked in a sharp voice.

Zhang Shaotong chuckled twice and said, "I advise you, let's go back today." ”

"Hahaha! Joke! Who are you to dare to speak to me like that! Song Qing's face was full of arrogance, and the sword light in his hand flashed violently, and suddenly flew out towards Zhang Shaotong.

Seeing the sword light flying in the air, it was about to approach immediately, Zhang Shaotong's eyes flashed with cold light, and he didn't see any movement, a slender white sword qi flew out from behind him, and the sword light collided in one place, only a sharp collision sound was heard, and the rushing sword light collapsed and disintegrated, and it was instantly dispersed.

Song Qing's natal sword qi was broken, and he snorted in his mouth: "Cultivation is not weak......" When the words fell, a blue-black big sword condensed in front of him, exuding a strong sword qi, and when it appeared, it was horizontal in the air, and the tip of the sword was towards Zhang Shaotong, striking out at lightning speed.

Zhang Shaotong had a chuckle on his face again, the white slender sword qi that had shattered Song Qing's natal sword qi before was swimming in the air, and at this time, he was facing the blue-black sword and slamming away, and he heard a click, the blue-black sword castrated suddenly, only to see the big sword and the sword qi counteract, under a burst of light and shadow distortion, the big sword body instantly extended a crack, and there was a crackling sound of crackling.

Zhang Shaotong snorted lightly in his mouth, and the white sword qi suddenly swept up, slamming towards the blue-black big sword, a burst of smoke and dust rolled, the big sword burst throughout, Song Qing received the flying sword qi, and the whole person fell backwards, and was held by Song Lan, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he was already seriously injured.

"Big brother, are you okay?" Song Qing asked loudly with concern.

"Song ...... Song Lan, this person's cultivation is profound, it is not appropriate for us to be an enemy of him today, go back...... Tell Daddy! ”

Song Lan turned his head, glared angrily at Zhang Shaotong, and snorted: "Your name is Zhang Shaotong, right, if you have a kind, stay in Miluozong and don't leave!" Brothers, I'll see you another day! He turned around again and shouted at the hundred Beilin Sect disciples behind him: "Let's go!" ”

The crowd turned and flew back towards the road they had come from.

However, before Song Qing and Song Lan flew far, there was an invisible and qualitative sword qi behind them, they didn't even notice anything unusual, a pair of bodies were penetrated at the same time, a big hole was broken in the chest, and under the two terrible screams, blood splashed, and the two fell to the ground, falling directly not far from the mountain gate of the Miluo Sect, and the hundred disciples of the Beilin Sect in front of them looked back when they heard the sound, and they flew to the ground one after another. However, the two have returned to the world, and there is no possibility of rescue.

Zhang Shaotong frowned when he looked at this scene, and there was a deep cold glint in his eyes: "Pity the sword...... Wang Yuqing ......"

The mouth of the Beilin Sect howled out, and a person who started pointed at Zhang Shaotong with one hand: "You killed the young sect master of my sect!" ”

Zhang Shaotong's eyebrows were even tighter, but he didn't deny it.

The four disciples of the Beilin Sect carried Song Qingsonglan's body, and everyone quickly retreated towards the Beilin Sect, and no one looked back at Zhang Shaotong again.

Zhang Shaotong floated above the Miluo Sect, and a trace of heaviness arose in his heart: "Wang Yuqing...... And so it was. A sharp cold light shot out of his eyes, he snorted coldly in his mouth, and turned around and flew towards his own residence in the Miluo Sect.

All the way to the small building in the courtyard of the last main hall, I went up to the small building and continued to meditate with my eyes closed. (To be continued.) )