Syllable!

The spear fell to the ground.

The body of the gun hit the ground with a loud noise, as if it emitted a desolate and lonely mournful sound.

Fu Lingtian was expressionless, and he didn't look at the bloody corpse on the ground, and left Fengyuntai without hesitation.

"In this battle, Perak won. ”

Liu Xuezong's emotionless voice floated from mid-air, as if everything in front of him couldn't stir him up in the slightest.

Ye Qingyu sighed in his heart.

Shangguan Cumulus avenged his father, and tried his courage for many years, but unfortunately he was not caught, and finally died a tragic death on the spot.

The atmosphere was tragic and suffocating.

After all, not everyone in this world can succeed in revenge, not all challenges can be fulfilled, and the blood on the platform is not all shed by the wicked, many avengers have also left their lives here, and if revenge fails, they will 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 the death of Shangguan Cumulus, and before they could react, someone on 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.

"Lin Yueping, the one hundred and sixty-first palace master of the Concubine Moon Immortal Palace, challenged the monks of Shanjue Temple today. ”

Lin Yueping's voice was 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 [Moon God Sword], and it can be regarded as one of the famous divine soldiers in the Qing Jiang world.

The Moon God Sword emitted a cold light in her palm, and 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 Heavenly Palace of the Stars were the first to speak.

Then there were whispers from dozens of floating peaks.

"I didn't expect Yueping that she still came today......"

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

Ye Qingyu looked at the monk who was slow 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 related to the person in the red dust.

Hu Bugui has heard some rumors, but I heard that Lin Yueping and this monk are married, childhood sweethearts, excellent feelings, but I don't know why, the groom official on the day of the wedding, shaved the ordination, after decades of Lin Yueping every year on their wedding day, will go to the Shanjue Temple to meditate for a day, without eating, drinking, or speaking.

This incident once became a big joke after tea and dinner in the Qing Jiang world.

......

Absolute anger has just stepped into the platform.

Lin Yueping 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. ”

Jue Yi still didn't look up at Lin Yueping, her voice was smooth and ethereal.

"Absolutely resentful, the grievances between us have been too long, so long that the moon has been full thousands of times, and I am afraid that if I don't solve it, I will forget about you. ”

Lin Yueping, whose moth brows were slightly furrowed and her voice trembled slightly, 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. ”

He stopped dialing the rosary in his hand, and finally looked up at Lin Yueping, but his eyes were as deep as an ocean, and he was not shocked.

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

Lin Yueping wanted to cry, but swung her sword away in the next moment.

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

In the first few moves, Jue Yi blindly retreated, just using 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, Lin Yueping attacked with all her strength, showing no mercy.

......

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

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

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

"I've heard that since he was born, he has a jade in his mouth, and a Buddhist scripture is engraved on the jade surface, maybe people are born to be monks. ”

"Hahahaha, then I knew that this was the case, so I might as well give me this Moon Immortal Palace 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 the Heavenly Demon Palace held a glass wine glass in his hand and looked at the two people chasing each other on Fengyuntai with great interest.

Several men in the Heavenly Desire Demon Sect who looked like prominent scholars were also interested in the young and beautiful palace master of the Moon Immortal Palace.

......

bang

Suddenly, a bang erupted from the platform.

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

Lin Yueping's Moon Immortal Sword slashed at the prayer bead held by Jue Yan, cutting out a half-finger-deep gap in the thousand-year-old Bodhi.

At this time, Lin Yueping was already in a disordered state of vitality, and most of her strength was exhausted.

Jue Yan looked at the rosary, and then looked at Lin Yueping, who was pale and had a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, opened it slightly, and stopped talking.

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

Lin Yueping suddenly lifted Zhenyuan and raised her sword, and in the volley, she took a stride and galloped, snatching her sword and stabbing at the Absolute Monk.

At the last moment, he raised his head and continued to counteract with his prayer beads.

He never thought that at this time, Lin Yueping had a look of despair in her eyes, and a tear ran down her cheek, and then she screamed, and the blade of the Moon God Sword turned back and pointed at him.

The Moon Immortal Sword erupted with multicolored Xuanguang, and the long drive stabbed straight into Lin Yueping's chest.

"Yueping ......"

The eyes of absolute hatred, like a sea of bitterness, finally appeared in a panic.

He flashed over and caught the fallen Lin Yueping with both hands.

Lin Yueping's breath was weak, and the light source in her eyes was weakening, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was finally thinking about it.

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

After finishing speaking, his qi was dissipated, and the hand that was raised in the air to touch his face fell down.

The absolute anger on the Fengyun platform, the mottled blood stains left by Lin Yueping 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 Jue Yan's body had already dried up, he picked up Lin Yueping, who was slightly stiff, with an expressionless face, but his eyes revealed the desolation of all thoughts.

He took a step into the air, hugged Lin Yueping and left, leaving behind him only a few moments before he woke up and chased after the sword.

On the platform, the decisive battle of life and death is endless.

In the past hundred years, how many grievances and grievances have been retributed, and how many lives have been left on this platform?

This scene is just a small episode among the thousands of grievances and hatreds on Fengyuntai.

Ye Qingyu watched the figure of the resentful monk disappear into the distance, and he could only sigh in his heart.

Since the opening of Fengyuntai, until this moment, the absolute scene that has just passed has had the greatest impact and touch on Ye Qingyu, and he himself doesn't know what it's like, and he doesn't know whether Lin Yueping is dead or alive after all, and what is going on between her and the Absolute Hatred Monk.

......

On the platform.

The killing continues.

The sun sets in the west and the sun rises in the east.

In the next two days, day and night, there was no pause on the platform.

From the beginning of the killing, the blood and white bones seemed to stimulate everyone's nerves, making the originally peaceful people also go crazy.

People are constantly dying in battle.

There are constantly people coming to power.

A hundred years of grievances, whether between sects or individuals, finally broke out completely at this time.

The avengers and challenged people of various sects and factions fought bloody battles one after another, and in the end they always left a handful of white bones, a pool of blood, and a wisp of pure soul.

As time passed, it gradually became more and more bloody, and in the breeze blowing in his ears, from time to time there was a low cry of elegy.

The laws of survival and the definition of the strong in this world seem to be vividly displayed on the platform like a microcosm, and they knock directly on people's hearts.

Ye Qingyu has been on the floating peak for the past two days, in addition to sitting cross-legged pranayama, he has also been watching the competition.

He has the ability to never forget, he has seen the duel, he has seen the moves and exercises performed by the strong people in the Qing Jiang Realm, and he can almost remember it, especially in this state of life and death, the strong people of all parties have performed a unique knowledge of life, without any reservations, swords and swords, and the instinct of a martial artist, this kind of duel battle is also a great opportunity and opportunity for Ye Qingyu.

Since his debut, although he has also experienced hardships and dangers, there are not many opportunities to really fight with top powerhouses, and watching the competition on Fengyun Platform is as if he was fighting himself for a person with a perverted memory like Ye Qingyu.

While watching, while performing martial arts in his mind, Ye Qingyu gained a lot.

Especially the kendo secret books he cultivated, [Human King Sword Codex], [God Emperor Sword Codex] and [Cangsheng Sword Codex], all pay attention to making moves with intention, and they need to integrate all the martial arts moves in the world, the more enlightened they are, the greater the sword code moves, these top powerhouses in the Qingjiang world are fighting here, and all the moves are imprinted in Ye Qingyu's mind.

His understanding of martial arts has been frantically improving in such a long time of watching the battle.

Ye Qingyu felt that his entire martial arts essence had been sublimated.

In addition, every day when the red sun faded and the stars appeared, he used a few breaths to silently breathe and look inward, quickly checking the degree of loosening of the blood-drinking sword forged in the Yunding Copper Furnace and the copper wall that imprisoned the divine soul.

Hu Bugui and Liu Jiji seemed to be well-informed in the Qingjiang world, and they didn't even need Ye Qingyu to ask questions, they could tell all the gossip they knew in one word.

Ye Qingyu had a conclusion in his heart through what he saw in front of him and the general description in Hu Bugui's words.

If the Qing Jiang Realm attacked the Heavenly Desolate Realm on a large scale, in terms of the strength displayed on the Fengyun Platform that had been seen so far, I was afraid that even if all the forces of the Heavenly Desolate Realm were gathered to fight against this calamity, it would be more than lucky.

As the battle progresses, people continue to be challenged, and some strong men of the older generation will inevitably take the stage to fight.

In the past two days, the heirs of the Xuhua Sect, the palace master of the Star Heavenly Palace, the abbot of the Burning Lamp Temple, the sect master of the Xuanwu Sect, etc., who were once famous and peerless masters in the Qing Jiang Realm, could not escape after all, falling like meteors.

Between the changes of the sun and the moon, these famous sects that have been hundreds of thousands of years old have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Compared with the time when the Fengyun Sword Conference had just begun, the meaning of war abuse at this time gradually decreased, and what followed was indescribable sadness and solemnity.

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