Lu Li looked at the other party with an old elf face, but from the bottom of his heart, he thought that he was the other party of the Sumeru Sword Saint.

A cold feeling in his heart quickly spread throughout his body.

"You...... Who the hell are you?"

Lu Liyu asked.

"I am ......"

The old elf on the bamboo bed was about to blurt out a name, but when he was about to say it, he fell into confusion.

"Who am I—I?"

The old elf slowly lowered his head, looked at his withered and old arms, and fell into a deep self-contradiction for a while.

"Who am I? Who am I!"

The old elf was hoarse but screamed hard, he looked at Lu Li and shouted, "Tell me, who am I?"

Such a change made Lu Li unexpected, and after considering the sentence, Lu Li said, "Sumeru Sword Saint?"

"Sumeru Sword Master, but why am I in this body?" The old elf questioned.

Lu Li saw that the other party seemed to have the possibility of communication, so he tentatively spoke: "This body may not be yours, but the spirit, or soul, that is talking to me at this time, I can be sure that it is the Sumeru Sword Saint." ”

As he spoke, Lu Li urged the last trace of sword yuan in the sea of dantian qi, allowing a faint and faint red light to emanate from his palm.

Colorful light - red light.

Seeing this familiar colorful light, the old elf's expression softened slightly, but he did not continue to speak, but fell into a person's silence.

Just as Lu Li was thinking about whether to take the opportunity to escape, a low, dry voice came out of the old elf's mouth: "I know...... I remember. ”

He looked at Lu Li, and there was no trace of confusion in his cloudy eyes, replaced by deep pain and uncontrollable despair.

"I'm long dead, and now I'm just an obsession and a wisp of spirit that isn't even a soul. In that battle, everyone was defeated, even Yuri Chasing Wind was a loser, the only winner was the will of the ancestral god that was gradually recovering, all of us were the nourishment of this god's sleeping place, and we were all sacrifices for the return of the ancestral god!"

Speaking of this, the old elf's eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and he said to Lu Li: "Lu boy, at least you haven't been polluted by the place of divine sleep, and rescuing you is equivalent to the inheritance of my Sumeru's swordsmanship." While I can still suppress the will of the ancestral god and occupy the dominance of this body, I will quickly take me there, to the illusory gate. ”

With that, the old elf raised his withered arm and poked his finger forward.

This time, Lu Li's intuition did not bring a premonition of danger, and when he hesitated, a bit of bright light had already entered Lu Li's body with the touch of his dry fingers.

In an instant, in the sea of dantian qi that Lu Li had dried up, a surging tide called "Jian Yuan" was stirring again.

After the old elf did this seemingly simple action, as if he had exhausted all his strength, his body half-sitting on the bamboo bed suddenly weakened, and he was about to fall down.

At this time, Lu Li stretched out his hand in the air, and with a gentle support, a soft force supported the old elf's weak body.

Dragonclaw.

"Without further ado, go quickly, open your mind, follow the guidance of that mysterious call, and you will see the Gate of Nothingness. ”

The old elf was angry.

Lu Li didn't think much about it, and immediately grabbed the old elf in the air with his [Dragon Claw] kung fu, and he stomped on his own feet, rushing to the sky like a sharp sword.

......

Sword Sect, an inverted levitating island.

A cross-border ferry ship crossed from the distant starry sky in a teleportation-like attitude.

At the front of the ferry stood a shirtless, muscular red-haired man, none other than the Fire Cloud Sword Master.

Behind him, there was a sword saint with long hair tied up into the sky and a rather unruly look on his face.

At this time, he was sitting on the edge of the boat, sipping the wine from the wine gourd, while admiring the vast cosmic scenery.

Unlike the Wind Riding Sword Saint, who was still leisurely, the Qingdian Sword Saint was sitting aggrievedly on the side, and Ye Shengqing and Dugu Haotian were still standing beside him.

The Frost Sword Saint was not on the ferry, and the Sword Saint who had been removed from control of the floating island due to "poor handling" was now guarding the Nether, and it was difficult for him to have a chance to return to the Sword Sect in the short term.

Wang Tian, Shen Shen, Wei Hong, and Chu Yanwolf were also on board.

The two elven brothers and sisters, Xiyue Chasing Wind and Gu Lian Chasing Wind, were not on this ferry boat either.

The explanation given by the Fire Cloud Sword Saint is - defection.

When the ferry docked, the three sword saints didn't delay much, and turned into sword light and left together.

The follow-up matters of the attack on the Sword Sect still need to be discussed with the participation of the Sword Saint.

Ye Shengqing, who had been holding back his words, finally waited for the opportunity, looked at Senior Brother Dugu Haotian beside him, and asked, "Senior Brother Dugu, is it true that the Fire Cloud Sword Saint said about Gulian Chasing the Wind defected?"

Dugu Haotian shook his hand, and after dispersing Wang Tian and the others, he took Ye Shengqing and walked in the direction of the martial arts arena, and said, "What you want to ask is actually Xiyue Chasing the Wind, right? As far as I know, Gu Lian has indeed gathered eight Sages of the Elf Clan to chase the wind because of his will. And right under the nose of the Wind Riding Sword Saint, he took revenge on Li Tianji. ”

"Of course, Gu Lian and the others did not succeed, even if there were eight elven sages working together, they were finally escaped from the ascension to heaven by Li Tianji, a slippery 'poisonous snake'. ”

Hearing this, Ye Shengqing said, "Senior Brother Dugu, you also seem to hope that Gu Lian Chafeng can successfully kill Li Tianji?"

Dugu Haotian said: "Of course, Li Tianji's methods are vicious, so that my Sword Sect has lost several outer door monks one after another, and even the inner door monk of Paris Steel Suo has lost his physical body under Li Tianji's tricks, and it is difficult for the sword path to survive in this life." In this case, not dying, is the consistent style of my generation's sword cultivation, alas, ......"

Speaking of this, Dugu Haotian sighed and didn't continue.

Ye Shengqing thought for a while and asked a question that was only recently aroused: "Why, I think the management and order of the Sword Sect are so loose and chaotic?"

"It's not your delusion. ”

Contrary to Ye Shengqing's expectations, Dugu Haotian actually said directly:

"That sect master of our Sword Sect has not appeared in the world for nearly a thousand years. Originally, with one less sect master, the Sword Sect and the Heavenly Sword Hall are all members of the Sword Saint Organization, which can decide the appropriate size, and it will not be so chaotic in operation and management. However, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Hall, the [Chaos Sword Saint] who was known as the first person under the sect master, also lost his whereabouts three hundred years ago. Over the years, the Sword Sect has not been fragmented, relying on the support of those Sword Saints. ”

Dugu Haotian sighed again as he spoke, and continued: "Now that the sect master has been missing for a thousand years, the whereabouts of the Heavenly Sword Hall Chaos Sword Saint are unknown, and the momentum of the Huoyun Sword Saint's dominance has become more and more obvious. I'm afraid that in less than a hundred years, the Sword Sect will usher in a big chaos. ”

Ye Shengqing was stunned when he heard these words, firstly, he did not expect Dugu Haotian to be so honest with himself, and secondly, he felt that the current situation in the Sword Sect was indeed too weird.

At this time, the martial arts arena had already appeared in the sight of the two, Ye Shengqing rushed before Dugu Haotian left, and then asked: "My friend Lu Li, is he really as the Wind Riding Sword Saint said, he fell into the land of no return?"

Dugu Haotian nodded and said, "Although the Wind Riding Sword Saint has a loose temperament and is quite uninhibited, he has never been the same, and there is no reason to deceive us. And the bottom of that Xingyue Lake does hide an unknown danger, it is a strong man who unites our Sword Sect, Yinhai Lin Family, Tianyuan City, Wind Chasing Elf Clan, Molten Iron Hill and other forces, and there is also a dangerous place to go to and no return, it is not an exaggeration to be called a catastrophe. ”

After that, Dugu Haotian flew towards the sky above the martial arts arena, and the responsibility of taking care of the martial arts arena still fell on his shoulders for a hundred years.

This disciple of the Qingdian Sword Saint, a gentle and elegant inner monk, finally left a sentence: "I am telling you this because you are my junior brother, I can see that the old man has fully recognized you as an apprentice, and you just have to practice and practice the sword with peace of mind, and when the sky falls, there are also masters and us senior brothers in front of you." ”

Ye Shengqing looked at Dugu Haotian's distant back, nodded heavily, he restrained the grief of losing his friend and his worries about the future, his eyes were firm as always.