Xingzi's gentle face was shrouded in a layer of gloom, and he glanced at Ye Zitong and said, "There is no misunderstanding, I am just teaching him a lesson for the sake of the world's true cultivators." ”

Ye Zitong was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "This is the matter of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and what does it have to do with the cultivation of the truth?" You ......" She almost said: Don't pretend to be a public servant and take revenge under the banner of the world.

"Miss Ye." A gloomy voice sounded, Ye Zitong turned his head and saw that it was Zong Zhengying, his face was not much better than Xing Ziyi, angry and hateful, "He doesn't put the cultivation of the world in his eyes, and threatens that if we don't obey, we will definitely be destroyed one by one, and the result will be like the Heavenly Dao Sect." The sect master should teach a lesson. ”

"What did you say?" Only then did Ye Zitong see clearly that the cultivators of the various factions gathered behind him looked indignant and hated to put the people in the aurora to death. What happened in these hours? According to Ye Liangchen's character, how could he say such a thing? Looking back at Ye Liangchen again, the mirror light didn't know what was strange, it had forced him to lie on the ground, and he was in danger.

The white figure looked a little blurry under the shroud of the mirror, but it could also be seen that he was struggling, Ye Zitong no longer had the heart to analyze why Ye Liangchen was so vulnerable, maybe he didn't have much ability, or maybe the dressing mirror was too powerful--In other words, he didn't need to cultivate by himself these years, and it was better to get a good baby than anything else.

In short, Ye Zitong was anxious and heartbroken, and he was in a hurry, and he was about to grab the mirror of Xing Zi at ease, and he shook his body and said coldly: "Senior Sister Ye, you don't care about the great enmity of the master, you also have to think about the world's cultivation of the true Tao, he has no reason and no reason, he came to ask for some immortal weapon, and if he didn't agree with him, he would hurt people, and so far, if he is allowed to return to the heart of the old immortal of the sea alive, the Spirit Sword Sect will inevitably become the second Heavenly Dao Sect." ”

After Xingzi said this, Zong Zhengying's face suddenly turned gray, the corners of his eyes jumped, and a green flying sword behind his back immediately came out of its sheath, aiming at the white figure in the mirror, and blasted down.

"Don't!" Ye Zitong was in a hurry, and threw out the dust-washing scabbard to resist the cyan flying sword, which had already won Ye Zitong some time. She rushed down before the cyan flying sword arrived, kicked Tang Jun behind her and kicked the flying sword down, and her body jumped up, she had already grabbed the dust in her hand, and landed firmly on the ground, the sword crossed her chest, intending to fight against Zong Zhengying's cyan flying sword.

That cyan flying sword was the last treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect, the Aoki Sword. Aoki sensed the breath of dust, and couldn't help but hesitate a little, hanging in the air and refusing to descend, Zong Zheng Yingjian saw that he had torn his face with the "immortal envoy", so he didn't care that Ye Zitong forcibly urged Aoki to shoot towards Ye Zitong.

Ye Zitong threw out the Aoki sword that cleaned the dust and restrained Zong Zhengying, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ye Liangchen curled up in the mirror, hiding his face in the dark, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but his body couldn't help trembling, as if he was in great pain. Ye Zitong felt a lot of pain in his heart, and he stretched out his hand to pull him, but as soon as his hand touched the mirror light, it was like a fire, and the aura on his body seemed to be sucked dry by the mirror light. Ye Zitong was frightened, raised his hand to recall the dust, and he didn't want to wave the dust and slash at the mirror light.

"Don't!" It was Zong Zhengying who shouted this, and he withdrew Aoki, and the people had already rushed down.

Ye Zitong didn't care about his voice, his hand rose and his sword fell, but he heard a "bang", and the numb dust on his arm was shocked by the mirror light, and he flew away into the air. Zong Zhengying's heart was full of pain, and as soon as his body turned into the air and flew away, he took the dust in his hand, but the dust was no longer shining, and a clear crack appeared on the sword body.

Ye Zitong was shocked, and he was able to be called one of the most powerful flying swords in cultivation, but he was so unbearable in front of this mirror, what kind of path is this mirror? Is it really a fairy artifact? But why can't you feel the breath of the immortal weapon?

"Get out of the way!" Xing Zizi was very dissatisfied with Ye Zitong's behavior and shouted angrily: "If Senior Sister Ye protects him again, he will not care about the friendship of his classmates!" ”

The struggle of the white figure has gradually decreased, Ye Zitong raised his head and said hurriedly: "Senior brother, you let him go first, there must be a misunderstanding in this, Si Chen will not ......" As soon as he said this, he heard a sharp cry from the light of the mirror, and he was very painful. Ye Zitong was stunned for a moment, and the voice did not sound like Ye Sichen, but like a woman's voice. However, the current situation does not allow her to think too much, that mirror light will absorb the spiritual energy, and after a long period of contact, I am afraid that the Dao Foundation will be destroyed.

"Senior Brother Xing! Do you want to let him go! Ye Zitong snorted vigorously, and there was already a bit of determination in his eyes.

Xingzizi's eyebrows jumped: "Today, I said that I am fake for public welfare or selfishness, or if I am narrow-minded, not for the sake of cultivating the truth and fellow Daoists, but for my Heavenly Dao Sect, I also want to seek justice from Erhai and others!" After that, the light in the mirror was so bright that Ye Zitong's eyes hurt.

Seeing that Xingzi would not stop, the cultivators behind him also took off their sword magic weapons one after another, aiming at the figure in the mirror light, as if they wanted to kill him completely.

Everyone has no room for retreat, so that Ye Zitong suddenly sneered, a few days ago, Xin Yufeng's face has not disappeared, today when he saw someone taking the lead, he changed his righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, it is foreseeable that if Ye Liangchen has the upper hand today, then he will be the object of everyone's crusade.

Behind his hand, Ye Zitong untied the fairy sword that was inseparable from him. If that mirror is a fairy artifact, then she has it too. Ye Liangchen, she fought for her life, and she definitely wanted to save him.

Removing the sword bag, a sword full of leaves appeared in Ye Zitong's hand, walking freely, anxious and angry, "Senior Sister Ye, why are you so obsessed?" ”

Ye Zitong pressed his hand to the hilt of the sword and said tremblingly: "I just want you to let him go." ”

"Can't do it!" Xingzi said in a deep voice: "The Hunyuan Mirror is an immortal weapon, and no matter how many flying swords you have, it will not help. ”

Ye Zitong gritted his teeth: "Senior brother, I never want to do anything with you, it's just this person...... I'm going to be saved. As soon as the words fell, Ye Zitong's arms were wide open, and the fairy sword came out of its sheath, and when Ye Guang reflected the eyes of the cultivators present, Ye Zitong had gathered the aura of his whole body on his arm, holding the fairy sword, and waved it towards the mirror light.

Zhong Xiuzhen only felt a "Zheng-" sound in his ears, and a powerful breath quickly penetrated into his body from the pores around his body, pressing the meridians around his body, and the pain was refreshed.

Ye Zitong's immortal sword swung down, silently, but the mirror light flickered twice, and gradually dimmed. Ye Zitong was overjoyed in his heart, and he wanted to check on Ye Liangchen's situation, but he just moved under his feet, but he listened to the action, and he exclaimed, and when he looked up, he saw that the Hun Yuan Mirror had already broken out of his hand and flew into the air, spinning rapidly, Ye Zitong's fairy sword in his hand also trembled, dragging her arm up, as if she wanted to rush to the sky. Ye Zitong simply let go of his hand, and the fairy sword buzzed, and floated to the same height as the Hunyuan Mirror, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the Hunyuan Mirror, and an extremely dazzling Ye Light appeared around the Hunyuan Mirror.

On one side is the leaf light of the fairy sword, and on the other side is the white light of the Hun Yuan Mirror, and the light of both sides spreads outward at an extremely fast degree, but the middle is distinct. The sky has turned white and leaves, and it is impossible to see the appearance of the night at all, and the cultivators are so shocked that they can't say a word anymore when they see this frame.

This is a battle between immortal weapons, not like the docile surrender when encountering the colorful glass, the fairy sword of the blue leaves seems to have found its opponent, flickering bright and dark, constantly shining, very exciting. The same is true of the Hillary Yuan Mirror, which rotates more and more slowly, and a red dot lights up in the center of the mirror, shooting towards the Immortal Sword without warning.

The fairy sword suddenly had a large bloom, and a pale leaf-colored fluctuation slowly pushed forward from the sword body, and the red light that shot out rushed up.

Someone in the crowd suddenly screamed, "It's the sword!" "The cry was terrible, as if I had seen a demon seeking his life.

Everyone turned around, and someone recognized that it was the gate of Zilan Gate, and one of the people in palace clothes with a thin gauze on her face looked extremely excited and screamed: "It's it that destroyed the Heavenly Dao Sect!" ”

Before the cry fell, a colorful barrier covered all the people of Zilan Gate, and you Xiuzhen was surprised: "It's a colorful streamer!" ”

As we all know, Zilan Sect, like other sects, has two elders who are trapped in the difficulties of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and at the same time, they have also lost the treasure of the Zhen Sect, how can the colorful streamer appear here today? Looking at the veiled woman in the multicolored streamer, she was still screaming, obviously very frightened.

Ye Zitong took this opportunity to help Ye Liangchen, who fell to the ground, listened to the woman's cry, and then turned around to see the colorful streamer, and his body shook involuntarily, and his eyes became more and more hollow.

It turned out that someone really escaped six years ago, and that woman in palace clothes should have been one of the elders who had been to the Heavenly Dao Sect, and she knew the truth about the destruction of the Heavenly Dao Sect. The sword...... Ye Zitong looked up at the fairy sword hanging above her head again, and smiled coldly, she shouldn't lie to herself anymore, she said it freely...... It's all true.

Holding on to prevent himself from falling, he stretched out his hand, and Ye Zitong's voice had become hoarse, "Si Chen, are you okay?" ”

The curled up white figure moved, and a reassuring voice sounded for a long time, and the man's head was raised: "Who are you?" Why is the fairy sword in your hand? ”

This was clearly a woman's voice, Ye Zitong took a step back in shock, the man on the ground propped up his arms, his hands trembled, and he fell back and raised his head with great effort.

This...... This dress is obviously Ye Liangchen and the cloud...... Such a unique thing made Ye Zitong never doubt that what he saw was Ye Liangchen. After hesitating, Ye Zitong stepped forward to help the man up, and looked through the scattered black, only to see a white, sharp chin and a pair of black and white eyes.

It was indeed a woman, she was wearing the same white clothes as Ye Liangchen, with the same style as Ye Liangchen, with a cold aura on her beautiful face, looking at Ye Zitong who saved her expressionlessly, her eyes were full of indifference.

"You...... Who are you? Ye Zitong finally found his voice.

The man didn't answer, although his body was weak, he stared at Ye Zitong and said aggressively: "Why is the fairy sword in your hand?" What is your relationship with Ye Liangchen? ”

Ye Zitong let go of her, and suddenly understood. She must be one of the other eight disciples of the sea, but why did she come? What about Ye Liangchen?

"Why didn't Si Chen come?"

The woman looked at Ye Zitong and sneered: "He hasn't done a good thing when he comes out these few times, will you continue to believe him as an old immortal?" ”

Ye Zitong's heart tightened, and he was about to ask Ye Liangchen if he would be punished, when he suddenly saw a thin scar on the left side of the woman's face, extending from the cheek to the back of the ear, although it was only a faint pink, it still looked very clear on the woman's white face. The woman noticed Ye Zitong's gaze, tilted her head and covered the scar with her head, and sneered: "It turns out that Ye Liangchen didn't bring the fairy sword back, but gave it to you, and let the old fairy wait for a few years, it's really damnable!" ”

Ye Zitong still doesn't understand why Ye Liangchen left the fairy sword behind, and today listening to what this woman said, this is actually a big mistake, and his doubts are even deeper.

"Senior Sister Ye......"

A slightly trembling voice sounded in his ears, and he turned his head to walk freely. He had fallen to the ground, and the expression on his face was indescribable, as if shocked and sad.

"This sword...... Why is it in your hands? ”

Ye Zitong took a deep breath and smiled bitterly, "I don't know." "She doesn't know and doesn't understand why things are the way they are. She just wants to become an immortal, everyone wants to become an immortal, why is she the only one...... Shot and destroyed the Heavenly Dao Sect.

Maybe she can comfort herself, it's not her fault, she can also resent Ye Liangchen, why did he push his task to herself, and even be angry with Xinyu, why didn't he make the facts clear in the morning, but ...... Even if she did, would she be able to hide the guilt and remorse in her heart?

No, she must not forgive herself. She would rather die with her master and brother than know that they died under the fairy sword she had drawn.

Laughing again, Ye Zitong had no pain in his heart, or ...... The pain was followed by numbness.

Looking up at the fairy sword in the air and the Hunyuan Mirror, the two beams of light seemed to be extremely fast, but they had not yet clashed. "Let's go." Ye Zitong gasped heavily, "If they collide, the power must not be less than the one six years ago." ”

Xing Zizi's face changed greatly, he looked up at the Hunyuan mirror, anxious and angry, very reluctant, pointed at Ye Zitong and said, "You, you, hello!" ”

Ye Zitong lowered his head, not daring to look at the indignation on Xingzi's face. He pointed back at the woman who was still paralyzed on the ground and whispered, "Take her away too, even if she speaks wildly, the whole thing has nothing to do with her...... It was I who drew the sword. ”

"What?" Xingzi's face turned pale suddenly, and he nodded again and again: "No wonder, no wonder, no wonder you survived." What about the junior brother? Is he with you? And then he went to the sea gate? ”

Ye Zitong's body shook "No, it's not him......"

Xingzi's body trembled and roared, "Why are you doing this? Is the Heavenly Dao Sect sorry for you? Or did your master treat you badly? Do you have to destroy the whole sect to stop? ”

Ye Zitong bit his lower lip until he tasted a hint of sweetness in his mouth, but he didn't feel pain on his lips.

Master...... Yes, no amount of reasons can be exchanged for the master who touches the top of his head and comforts himself, the master who is proud of himself, and the master who will secretly leave the benefits to himself.

"Hurry up." Ye Zitong raised his head to prevent his tears from flowing. Crying in front of Xingzi would make her feel that it was an insult to the Heavenly Dao Sect, and she was not qualified.

Although Xiu Zhen on the side didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, he also saw that these two distant things in the air were not easy to provoke, and someone had already driven away the sword like a meteor overnight. At this moment, the preciousness of life has long exceeded the importance of the so-called truth, and no one wants to joke with their own lives.

Everyone was in a mess, and the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were also panicked, and Zong Zhengying looked around at Zizhou, and then looked at the two immortal weapons above his head, and suddenly burst out laughing. The laughter was desolate, sad and angry, and others were sad.

Of course, no one has time to sympathize with him now.

Seeing that the two opposing rays of light were getting closer and closer, Xing Zizi finally glanced at Ye Zitong, stepped forward and picked up the woman in white, beckoning the people of the same sect to leave here.

"Sect Master!" Ye Zitong finally couldn't hold back and said loudly: "When I saw Xinyu, tell him that I don't hate him, even if I don't have colorful glass, I don't hate him!" ”

"You ......" Xingzi saw Ye Zitong like this, and he couldn't bear it, and out of the corner of his eye, he aimed at Zong Zhengying, Yuqi Aoki, and shot towards Ye Zitong silently. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my biggest motivation ......)