In the vast sky, on the Eight Pillars Mountain, Xiao Jiange, who was dressed in mink velvet, looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter was desolate, he knew that the time of death had come!

The landscape sword realm suddenly broke open, and two black shadows broke out of the sky, one left and one right towards the mink velvet figure, and just broke through the sword realm, the two of them saw the scene of the tragic death of their eldest brother Soul Hyptan, and it was difficult to suppress the anger in their hearts at the moment, and they came directly to kill Xiao Jiange.

Vow to take his life!

One person and one palm attacked Xiao Jiange, the palm wind was fierce, and with a strong momentum, the void suddenly became a wave, and the space exploded piece by piece.

"Oops" Mo Zangqiu's expression froze, and at that moment his fingers were put together and luck rose, "Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" Dao Dao sword roared out from the ink sword in his hand, like a low dragon chant of Daodao.

"Rise" Mo Zangqiu drank coldly, his true qi urged, and suddenly the ink sword in his hand burst into ink-colored light, and an illusory ink-colored dragon shadow broke out of the sky, swept towards Xiao Jiange's place, and came in an instant, hovering around Xiao Jiange's body.

Mo Zangqiu did not hesitate to protect the Lord Xiao Jiange with the Ink Jiao Dragon Soul.

A shocking dragon roar spread, and I saw that the illusory figure of the ink Jiao suddenly skyrocketed, and the figure suddenly spread and vibrate.

The huge aura vibrated out, and its Xiao Jiange's ten zhang square circle suddenly turned into a landscape ink, and there was no life, and the two of them attacked and killed, and they were shocked by their ink Jiao figure, which suddenly resolved Xiao Jiange's crisis.

Immediately after, a cold light burst into flames, and sword shadows attacked towards Broken Dead and Black Intestine.

The sword aura in the sky forced the two of them back, and at the same time, Mo Zangqiu's figure also appeared beside Xiao Jiange.

"Senior" Xiao Jiange came back to his senses in an instant and said loudly.

"Dare to kill my eldest brother, Rumo Zangqiu will also be buried here today!" The black-clothed Duan Wusheng said coldly, and nodded to each other after glancing at Hei Wuji, and the killing intent in the eyes of the two of them skyrocketed.

"Drink" Broken Life and Black Intestine True Qi are exhausted, and the same blood blooms all over the body, and the two of them urge the Heavenly Demon Body together, and suddenly the blood flows, the purple thunder moves, and a black demon's wings bloom and stretch out.

The two of them cultivated to the fullest, and suddenly there was a surge of pressure covering their bodies, even if it was Mo Zangqiu, he couldn't help but change color slightly, and his eyes became solemn.

Xiao Jiange's heart was also heavy when he saw this scene, but he made a choice in an instant, planning to sacrifice himself to get his predecessors out of trouble.

However, just as Xiao Jiange was about to step forward, Mo Zangqiu's eyes were glazed, and the true qi around his body was shocked, and he raised a palm, and the true qi in his palm gathered, and he slapped a palm on Xiao Jiange's body, and at the same time, the true qi wrapped Xiao Jiange.

Suddenly, Xiao Jiange's figure flew out of the air and flew towards the outside of the Eight Pillars Mountain.

"Senior!" Xiao Jiange's eyes were shocked.

He never expected that Senior Mo Zangqiu would make such a move.

"Let's go, after I come to break off, it's time to return the love of poetry. Mo Zangqiu said indifferently, and stood coldly in a brown robe.

Xiao Jiange's eyes trembled, and his eyes blurred unconsciously as he looked at the brown figure that was gradually drifting away.

Why? How can I, Xiao Jiange, let all my seniors pay so much for me? Xiao Jiange's eyes were moist, and he thought of it in his heart while holding the clay pot in his arms, feeling a sense of grief and indignation in his chest, and he longed to wipe out this demon sect with a sword.

"Ha, every year the cuckoo is still crying blood, and the flowers are gradually becoming charming, who still pities the blood, but it is a pity that the past and the present are all wrong!" Mo Zangqiu, who was wearing a brown robe, smiled, but his expression was relieved.

He smiled frankly, "Ling'er, my wife, I've come to look for you." ”

"Biluo Huangquan cuckoo crying, I don't see the beautiful figure of the past, no one appreciates the garden under the moon, and I don't see Yi now" Mo Zangqiu smiled casually, and the ink sword in his hand circled and flew around.

Today, Bazhu Mountain, reproduces the style of Mojiao swordsmanship a hundred years ago, the white-clothed scholar in the past is dew in spring, and now the sword landscape ink hides autumn, and finally takes the two major demons of the Demon Sect to Huangquan together!

It's a shame that no one has heard of the feats, and all the pride is always unrecognized, just like when Yue Luchun stepped forward to influence the demon of the world to control the Lingzi, how many people can read his kindness later?

On this day, the sea of flowers in the garden flower sea all withered for no reason, scattered a piece of color, Huang Yuxin holding a bamboo basket and was about to pick flowers The figure couldn't help but pause, and then couldn't help but burst into tears.

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Outside Bazhu Mountain, Xiao Jiange walked with a clay pot in despair, wearing mink wool dyed with wind and dust, stained with rain and dew, and completely cultivated to a completely lost Xiao Jiange's steps were arduous, and he walked with difficulty, and the soles of his feet had already worn out blood.

Xiao Jiange's face was pale, his eyes were blank, as if he had lost his soul, and he muttered to himself.

Three words were repeated all the time.

Why?

In just a few days, Xiao Jiange seemed to have experienced the most painful joys and sorrows in the world.

Why?

One senior after another will sacrifice for himself.

Xiao Jiange didn't understand, but although he felt that he was numb, Xiao Jiange clearly felt that there was a force in his body that was inexplicably supporting him.

Return to the Heavenly Saint Sword Sect and live!

He doesn't want his predecessors to sacrifice in vain, he doesn't want to be so unclear, he wants to know everything, he wants to make a comeback and wash away the soul of the sacrificed seniors.

In this way, there is only one way to live.

Bazhu Mountain, Wuya Bridge, Pingshan Stream, Bagua Ridge, Tibetan Cloud Peak, the whole journey is nearly thousands of miles to tens of thousands of miles.

Five natural hazards, everywhere is precipitous, and it took three days for Xiao Jiange to die in the Seven Heavenly Cultivation of the Condensation Realm accompanied by Qi Haoran and Dai Yulin's predecessors. 186 Chinese Network

Now that he has lost all his cultivation, he can be regarded as a mortal, and it is almost impossible to trek through these five natural dangers alone.

The endless bridge is a rope suspension bridge, the chain stands horizontally, shaking endlessly, the bridge is a thousand miles long, Xiao Jiange stands in front of the bridge in a mink velvet figure, and it looks so small in comparison with this bridge from a distance.

The wind and snow are swaying, and the rope bridge is covered with ice, snow and frost, and it is cold to the bone.

Xiao Jiange looked at the endless bridge winding in front of him, and for the first time, his eyes were filled with jealousy.

He couldn't help but step forward and reach out and touch the horizontal chain, the cold entered the shares, and in an instant, Xiao Jiange's palm was already red.

Such a rope bridge, coupled with the wind and snow, as far as the eye can see, the wind and snow are overwhelming, and ordinary people are afraid that they will be frozen to death in this cold land within ten miles of this bridge, let alone a thousand miles.

Xiao Jiange touched this chain, and a feeling of powerlessness arose in his heart.

Is this the helplessness of being a mortal? Xiao Jian Ge suddenly felt that he was as small as a meson in this heaven and earth, and his life and death without cultivation seemed to be in an instant, Xiao Jian Ge suddenly felt deep helplessness and powerlessness.

"Demon Sect abuse, is this the powerlessness of the people in the world?" Xiao Jiange sighed, his eyes became firm, he took the clay pot in his hand into his arms, and then stepped on the bridge without hesitation, grabbed the chain with one hand, held the clay pot in his arms with the other, and walked slowly on the chain.

This bridge is steep, but three chains spread and stretched, one on the left and one on the left, and one below.

Wind and snow, Xiao Jiange walked with difficulty, step by step.

Ten miles away, the soles of his hands and feet were blurred with flesh and blood, and his face was even paler, like this snowstorm.

After another five miles, Xiao Jiange's eyes were blurred, his figure was thin, and he was crumbling on the Boundless Bridge.

The lone snow sword behind him bloomed a little light, and the sword spirit flowed through the sword body, emitting a faint blue fluorescent glow that enveloped Xiao Jiange, Xiao Jiange suddenly felt a warm current hit his body, dispelling a lot of cold.

Feeling the sword spirit protector, Xiao Jiange's eyes suddenly lit up, and he had more confidence in the front.

Wind and snow, lonely bridge and lonely shadow.

Such a scene reveals the desolation everywhere.

This scene was fully seen by the figure of a storyteller dressed in white in the void.

"The world has changed, it is really helpless in the world, I didn't expect that the descendants of the dignified martial arts idiot would fall into such a fate. I saw that the storyteller in white couldn't help but sigh.

"Now that the sect leader has returned, the military advisor has prepared a big gift for me. The white-clothed storyteller suddenly laughed.

The reason why I can wait here is arranged by Liu Yanran.

"The eight-sided sword can block my sword more than you, and now I want to see how you can take my sword again. A voice suddenly resounded in Xiao Jiange's mind.

Xiao Jiange's eyes froze, and when he stared at it, he saw that there was already a white-clothed figure in the void.

Seeing this person, Xiao Jiange was terrified, and his scalp couldn't help tingling, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Viper Phase!" Xiao Jiange exclaimed, the only one who could bring such a feeling to himself was the Demon Sect's No. 1 killer Viper Phase, which Mu Qingyi's predecessor said.

Seeing the poisonous snake appearing, Xiao Jiange's heart was already half cold.

Killing the body, Xiao Jiange understood that this time he was afraid that he would be completely buried here.

If it is said that the predecessors of the Eight Pillars Mountain Mozang Autumn brought a trace of vitality to themselves, then now it can be said that there is no vitality.

What's more, his last hole cards are also exhausted in the battle with the Soul Hypsal, and now he has no means to save his life.

"You are the only person in history who has been able to escape from my sword once, and you should be glad that you will still be able to die under my sword. The poisonous snake smiled deeply.

The wind is light, and in the face of a waste snake who has lost his cultivation, it is also the first time that he has appeared in a dignified manner.

"Ha, I didn't expect that you were the one who took my life in the end. Xiao Jiange couldn't help but sigh.

"Not necessarily!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, making the faces of the poisonous snake and Xiao Jiange change.

A figure slowly appeared in the void on the other side of the Boundless Bridge.

The visitor was dressed in a black cloak and a hat.

When he saw the person Xiao Jiange and the poisonous snake, he was surprised.

Murong Qing!

"Hmm, Murong Qing, do you have to stop me?" the poisonous snake stared at Murong Qing, who was staring at the void in front of him, and asked in a loud voice.

"Alas" Murong Qing didn't reply, but just looked at Xiao Jiange on the Boundless Bridge indifferently, with a helpless look in his eyes.

"As a descendant of a martial idiot, you have reached such a realm, alas, it is really a loss of face for my martial idiot. Murong Qing sighed deeply, his eyes could be described as a mixture of joy and hatred, hatred of iron does not become steel.

At that moment, Murong Qing's true anger slapped out with a palm, sending Xiao Jiange to the other side.

"It also made me have to reveal my identity. Murong Qing said indifferently, and the cold sword behind his back was already out of the sheath for three points, and he faced the poisonous snake coldly.

When the words fell, Xiao Jiange and the poisonous snake changed color in unison!