The atmosphere was tragic and suffocating.

After all, not everyone in this world can succeed in revenge, and not all challenges can be fulfilled.

The blood on Fengyuntai is not all shed by the wicked, many avengers also left their lives here, and if the revenge fails, they lose their lives, and I don't know if future generations can still do justice for them.

This is the cruelty of the martial arts world.

The blood of the strong flowed on the platform, and the blood stains were not dry.

The bloody picture makes people look discolored.

However, this is only the beginning of the brutal slaughter.

Just when many people were still lamenting Wen Dechun's death, before they could react, someone on the Fengyun platform took the stage to invite another battle.

"It's my turn!"

Originally, the atmosphere was a little cold, but suddenly a voice as clear as a lark broke the cold and deadlocked.

Everyone looked sideways.

On the floating peak in the northeast, a woman with a beautiful face who came from the sword fell on the wind and cloud platform.

She was wearing a white and green dress embroidered with silver thread peony, and the moon-white boots were outlined with silver silk totems, with a beautiful appearance and elegant posture, as beautiful as a fairy in the moon.

"The concubine is Dong Miaomei, the 218th generation palace master of Xianle Palace, and today she challenges the monks of Lingguang Temple to be crazy. ”

Dong Miaomei's voice is sweet and gentle.

She drew her sword with her backhand, and the three-foot Qingfeng landed between the slender palms, and with a wave of her right hand, a sword sound that swept the wind echoed endlessly.

The sword in her hand is more than three feet, the sword body is as thin as a cicada's wings, crystal like glass, and it is called the Xianle Divine Sword, and it is also one of the famous divine weapons outside the territory.

The Xianle Divine Sword emitted a cold light in her palm, the blade trembled, and the blade pointed at a floating peak hundreds of miles away.

There was a low, vague sigh in the air.

In mid-air, the clouds converged and condensed, erecting a cloud bridge like an iron cable.

Then, on the floating peak pointed by the sword light, a monk wearing a moon-white robe and a bamboo net hat walked slowly.

...

"Hahahaha, I knew that at the Fengyun Sword Conference, there would definitely be them!"

The disciples of the Lingsu Sect took the lead in speaking out.

Then there were whispers from dozens of floating peaks.

"I didn't expect Miaomei to come today..."

Among the people in the Lingluo Sect, a middle-aged beautiful woman muttered to herself.

Ling Xiao looked at the monk who was slowing down step by step, and from time to time he moved a Bodhi rosary in his hand, and couldn't help but be curious, this monk was actually involved with the person in the red dust.

Sheng Shou has heard some rumors, but I heard that Dong Miaomei and this monk finger for marriage, since childhood sweethearts, the relationship is very good, but I don't know why, the groom official on the day of the wedding, shaved the monk, after decades of Dong Miaomei every year on their wedding day, will go to Lingguang Temple to meditate for a day, do not eat, drink, do not speak.

This incident once became a big joke after tea and dinner in foreign countries.

...

The madness has just stepped into the platform.

Dong Miaomei waved her right hand, the sword qi condensed, and the originally crystal clear sword body flashed with colorful streamers at this time.

"Donor, why are you doing this? On the platform, there is no end to death. Between you and me, why use life and death to solve it. ”

The madness still didn't look up at Dong Miaomei, and her voice was smooth and ethereal.

"Crazy, the grudge between us has been too long, so long that the moon has been full thousands of times, I'm afraid that if I don't solve it, I will forget about you. ”

Dong Miaomei, whose eyebrows were slightly furrowed and her voice trembled lightly, had infinite sadness in her eyes.

"Hey, donor, the past is just a passing cloud, let go of the obsession in your heart, and you can be liberated. ”

The madness stopped dialing the rosary in his hand, and finally looked up at Dong Miaomei, but her eyes were as deep as the ocean, and she was not shocked.

"Just take it as my obsession, no matter which of us lives or dies today, I have no regrets. ”

Dong Miao Mei Xuanzhi wanted to cry, but swung his sword away in the next moment.

The two moonlight figures on the Fengyun platform are flowing and extremely chic.

In the first few moves, the madness blindly retreated, and only used the power of the rosary to resist the sword qi, dissolving it and pushing it to the wall of the enchantment.

This monk is up and down, and there is no murderous aura.

On the contrary, Dong Miaomei attacked with all her strength and showed no mercy.

...

"Unexpectedly, women are ruthless, and they are quite ruthless. ”

"It's not, let the palace master of Xianle Palace be laughed at by the world for decades for no reason, this deep hatred is no smaller than taking away the artifact. ”

"Don't let the beauty in your arms, but want to be a monk of the ancient Buddha with green lights, I don't know what this crazy thinks. ”

"I heard that the demented self-beating was born with jade in his mouth, and a Buddhist scripture was engraved on the jade surface, maybe people were born to be monks. ”

"Hahahaha, if you knew this was the case, you might as well give me this Xianle Palace Master. ”

"This woman has been chasing after her for decades in anger, but I didn't expect you to like this kind of tigress. ”

This battle was no better than the previous two desperate battles, and everyone couldn't help but be bored to watch, and occasionally a few floating peaks began to chat.

On the few floating peaks closest to Fengyuntai, the palace master of Wanfeng Sect held a glass wine glass in his hand and looked at the two people chasing one after another on Fengyuntai with great interest.

Several men in the Demon Heaven Sect who looked like prominent scholars were also interested in the young and beautiful palace master of Xianle Palace.

...

Bang –

Suddenly, a bang erupted from the platform.

This sudden movement caused everyone's attention to pay attention.

Dong Miaomei's Xianle Divine Sword slashed at the prayer beads held by the madman, cutting out a gap half a finger deep in the thousand-year-old Bodhi.

At this time, Dong Miaomei was already in a disordered aura, and most of her strength was exhausted.

Crazy looked at the rosary, and then looked at Dong Miaomei, who was pale and had a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, opened slightly, and stopped talking.

He didn't have time to open his mouth to say anything.

Dong Miaomei suddenly raised her spiritual power and raised her sword, and in the volley, she strode and galloped, snatching her sword and stabbing at the demented monk.

At the last moment, the demented raised his head and continued to counteract with the rosary.

He never thought that at this time, Dong Miaomei's eyes were full of despair, and a tear ran down her cheeks, and then she was delicate, and the blade of the Xianle Divine Sword turned and pointed at him.

The Xianle Divine Sword erupted with colorful Xuanguang, and the long drive stabbed straight into Dong Miaomei's chest.

"Miaomei..."

The eyes of the madness like a sea of bitterness finally appeared in a panicked color.

He dodged over and caught the fallen Dong Miaomei with both hands.

Dong Miaomei's breath was weak, and the light source in her eyes was weakening, but the corners of her mouth were smiling, as if she was finally thinking about it.

"How can I not know your mind, but I can't save myself..."

After finishing speaking, his strength dissipated, and the hand raised in the air to caress his crazy face fell down.

The madness on the Fengyun platform, the mottled blood stains left by the East Miaomei on the moon-white robe are like red plums blooming in winter.

Silent, silent for a long time.

Only the sound of the wind and the rolling of clouds in mid-air.

No one bothered the two people who were already separated by life and death in this life.

I don't know how long it took, as if the blood stains on the insane body had already dried up, he picked up Dong Miaomei, who was slightly stiff, with an expressionless face, but his eyes revealed the desolation of all thoughts.

The madness took a step into the air, and hugged Dong Miaomei and left, leaving only the figures of the disciples of Xianle Palace and the disciples of Lingguang Temple who woke up after a few moments behind him before waking up and chasing after the sword.