The heart is easy to be chaotic and uneasy.

When it comes to the pinnacle showdown, the heart must be calm.

Feng Jiutian's heart was already in turmoil, so naturally he would not make a move in Qianhua Mountain.

Then his only chance is the Junshan Conference in two months.

He went to Junshan alone, and on the way there was nothing but anger and desolation.

Ten days later, Huashan.

The cliffs are steep and the mountains are continuous, and their peaks reach into the sky.

This mountain is very similar to Feng Jiutian, cold and straightforward.

The wind is light and the clouds are lightly embedded in the mountains, like smoke and fog in the clouds.

This is a majestic mountain, a domineering mountain, and a legendary mountain.

No one knows if there are immortals on the mountain, but Chen Tuan Ancestor is undoubtedly the closest person to an immortal.

Pedantic, unique, unpredictable, and indisputable......

These are all evaluations of him on the rivers and lakes, but they seem to have many shortcomings.

Feng Jiutian was not interested in these legends, but he had already set foot in the immortal land, and he couldn't help but be fascinated.

The first rays of morning light reflect the Yuntai view, which looks quiet and fresh.

The dawn seems to have draped this ancient Taoist temple in a thin golden robe.

Feng Jiutian thought that it would be very deserted here, but it turned out to make him dumbfounded.

Before dawn, the stone steps leading to the Yuntai Temple were already full of people.

Some of these people were knights, some were healers, some were generals, and some were beggars......

Their identities are very different, and they should not have been in contact with each other, but they all gathered here.

The status and prestige of Chen Tuan's ancestor, as well as his skills, can be seen.

The weather in July is extremely hot, and the sound of cicadas is even more dry.

Feng Jiutian was a little distracted at the moment, and he had arrived in front of the mountain unconsciously.

He was about to continue his way through the crowd when he heard a high-pitched voice.

Although this voice is not very majestic, it can be heard in people's ears, like a thunderclap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Chen Jian is just a waste of fame, everyone doesn't have to wait any longer!"

It is not surprising that anyone in the rivers and lakes has wasted fame, but it is extremely rare to say that Chen Tuan is an ancestor.

Feng Jiutian stood on tiptoe curiously and looked at the old man and the young man at the end of the stone steps.

Although the old man and the young man were dressed as scribes, they both wore long swords at their waists.

Although Feng Jiutian had never seen these two people, he had heard Cha Yiqing mention them in casual conversation.

These two are a father and son, and they are both descendants of the Dayan royal family. His father's name is Murong Yuan, and he is the head of the Jinling Yan Hui Courtyard, and he has devoted his life to restoring Dayan. The son's name is Murong Bang, he is the young master of Yan Hui Courtyard, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called the son of the Divine Sword.

Although these two people are not top masters, they are by no means unknown.

If some unpopular characters were so presumptuous, Feng Jiutian would naturally ignore it, but it was the father and son who spoke, so he couldn't help but find out.

Feng Jiutian was driven by curiosity, and he had long been unable to care about the rules.

While separating the crowd with his hands, he walked briskly towards Murong and his son.

Soon Feng Jiutian came to the front and opened his mouth in great confusion.

"I have heard for a long time that Murong's predecessor is an elegant person, why is he so open-mouthed here?"

"I don't know who this young man's surname is?"

Although Murong Yuan bowed his hand towards Feng Jiutian, his tone was a little arrogant.

"My name is Feng Jiutian!"

Feng Jiutian looked at Murong Yuan and said slowly word by word.

Murong Yuan's face changed a little when he heard this, and Murong Bang even trembled a little.

"Are you Feng Jiutian? Slaughtering the righteous Feng Jiutian in Kunlun Mountain? ”

"It is worthy of being the head of the Yan Hui Courtyard, and he really has insight!"

"That'...... Can you do the old man a favor? ”

"Help? You think I'm an evil demon and you dare to ask me for help? ”

"The old man just wants the young man to help him see something."

Murong Yuan said as he took off a burden from his back, a very conspicuous long burden.

He carefully unwrapped his baggage and took out a scroll of ancient paintings.

Murong Bang took the ancient painting, slowly opened his hands, and presented it in front of Feng Jiutian.

Before Feng Jiutian could look closely, he could feel the sword-like killing intent pouring out of the painting.

He understood that this was by no means a simple ancient painting, but a peerless swordsmanship cheat, but when he looked closely, it seemed that it was not a cheat.

In an instant, the ancient painting once again revealed killing intent, like a rain of thousands of swords circling in his mind.

He understood that his cultivation could not be understood, and it was fortunate not to even go mad, so he hurriedly used all his strength, and only then could he retreat from the awe-inspiring killing intent.

But a startling conclusion popped into his mind.

"It's not a swordsmanship, it's definitely not a swordsmanship......"

His tone was so affirmative that it sounded unquestionable.

Murong Yuan and Murong Bang shook their heads contemptuously and let out a long sigh.

"Alas, another man with eyes and no beads, a man who has lost his name!"

As the two spoke, they went straight down the mountain with disdain.

Feng Jiutian saw that the two of them left in a hurry without waiting for him to finish, and smiled helplessly.

"This is not a simple swordsmanship at all, but a general outline of all swordsmanship in the world."

While he felt sorry for Murong and his son, he secretly laughed at their ignorance. He was about to go back and continue the queue, but was suddenly stopped by someone behind him.

"Feng Shaoxia, your prestige is known to the world, and we dare not compete with you."

Feng Jiutian laughed when he heard this, and laughed very happily.

"Hahaha, if that's the case, then it's disrespectful!"

Feng Jiu Tianxin stepped into the Baiyun Temple, and his footsteps were very leisurely.

Baiyun Temple is a treasure place for meditation and cultivation, which makes him feel comfortable inexplicably. As he walked towards the main hall of the Taoist temple, he paid attention to the surroundings.

But he didn't see Chen Jun in the view, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

He had no choice but to take a detour to the back mountain, intending to continue his journey.

On the back hill, next to the boulder.

It has always been a sparsely populated place, but now it is home to two extraordinary people.

The two sat cross-legged opposite each other, staring intently at a chessboard.

They have a chessboard in front of them, and the situation is heavily tilted in favor of Black.

The man who bears the black is a burly boy, and he is the most striking of the thousands.

His expression was relaxed and cheerful, as if he had already decided that he would win. Opposite him was an old man, dressed in a crane and an old man with fairy wind bones.

Ordinary people playing chess must be in a hurry at this time. But the old man had a smile on his face, a very calm and confident smile.

"Immeasurable Tianzun, although the poor Dao is not a greedy person, he always likes to make some bets when playing chess."

"Bets? I don't know what the ancestor wants to bet on? ”

"Haha, what do you want? It's up to you to what you can afford. ”

"Since we are playing chess in Huashan, it is better to bet on this mountain!"

Ordinary people bet on gold, silver, and treasures, and no one has ever dared to bet on mountains and rivers.

With Huashan as a note, maybe it's just the ignorance and frivolity of the black boy. But those who dare to believe this are probably as few as the stars.

For example, the young man in white who was watching chess on the side showed a trace of disdain in the corners of his eyes.

But the old man only looked at the young man in front of him, and nodded after a little thought.

He didn't seem to think that the boy was joking, making a big joke, but believed that this boy really made a bet on the towering Huashan.

If someone really dares to take mountains and rivers as a note, and can take mountains and rivers as a note, maybe there is only one kind of person.

That is the Son of Heaven, that is the dignified king of a country!

The chess boy was a little stunned, and looked at the black boy in disbelief.

He couldn't see how the young man in front of him could become a generation of emperors. But he understood that since the old man had already believed, he should also believe.

Then he began to worry about the old man, and a bigger question swirled in his mind.

That's how this old man should win, how to get back into this must-lose game.

He thought of countless ways in his heart, but in the end, nothing helped.

"Ancestor, it's time for you to get down."

The boy with the black was the same as the boy watching chess, he didn't find his weaknesses at all, and he still showed confidence.

The old man bowed slightly when he heard this, and slowly picked up his only remaining "horse".

The two of them stared at the chess pieces in the old man's hand at the moment, constantly calculating in their hearts. They thought of many possibilities, but in the end, they were all bound to lose.

In this game, the red side seemed to have no chance of winning, but the old man's expression seemed to be sure of victory. I saw his hand slowly raised, and then slowly fell, landing in a seemingly ordinary position.

The young man playing chess was still a little nervous, but at the moment there was a smile on his face.

He thought that the old man would inevitably lose the game, and the bet was just a joke. So he picked up the "cannon" with great confidence and fell down heavily.

Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to retreat from the "horse", making the already passive situation even more passive.

The black boy smiled more and more proudly at the moment, and entered the "cannon" to eat the old man's only "horse".

But in a moment, the young man's smile froze, and his expression became a little solemn.

Because he found out at this time that his "cannon" was inadvertently firmly contained.

He had no choice but to retreat the "cannon" to its original position, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

I saw that the old man picked up the "horse" again and stepped back with a Japanese word, but he was advancing by retreating.

The red side was bound to lose, and the situation was completely reversed between the old man's four steps.

There was a fine light in the eyes of the chess watcher, it was the light of hope.

On the other hand, the expression of the young man playing chess has changed and changed, and solemnity, nervousness, and admiration have emerged one by one.

The old man looked at the young man with a smile, kind and kind, without a trace of mockery.

The young man looked straight at the chessboard, and in his eyes, there was only this chessboard left between heaven and earth.

At this moment, time has frozen, and the moment is no longer different from eternity......

"Kuang Yin, have you come up with a solution?"

The old man's gaze was kind, and his voice was even kinder.

The young man's eyes were a little stunned, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

After a long time, he could only sigh and shake his head, and got up to salute the old man.

"The old ancestor's chess skills are really unique in the world, and the younger generation admits defeat!"

"Haha, it's good that you can admit defeat, but it's also bad."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Being humble is the heart of the emperor, but perseverance is the ambition of the emperor!"

The young man was a little ignorant, but he looked at the old man excitedly, and regarded him as a bosom friend.

"Ancestor, your hexagram skills are unparalleled in the world, in your opinion, I can really ......"

The old man smiled slightly when he heard this, and wrote two words on the chessboard with his hand.

The young man hurriedly looked carefully, and then gently read out "Guo Wei".

"Guo Wei? Are you talking about Liu Zhiyuan's subordinate general Guo Wei? ”

The young man's expression was extremely excited, and there was even a hint of madness. But no matter how much he asked, the old man was silent.

The young man bowed to the old man again, and then hurried down the mountain.

His steps were fast, as fast as a gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared into the distance.

When he walked away, the old man let out a long sigh, as if he was a little disappointed.

"Alas, the most tiring thing thing in the world is fame, but unfortunately there are very few people who understand it......"

"You're Ancestor Chen, right?"

Feng Jiutian had been watching the chess for a long time, and then asked slowly at this moment.

The old man bowed slightly, and looked at the young man watching chess with a smile, as if he was looking at his own child.

"Jiutian, you are very similar to that old man, but with a little more arrogance."

"An old man?"

"Yes, an old man, a former old man."

"Who is he? Where are you now? ”

"He's your maternal grandfather, and he's been dead for years."

"My grandfather? Do you know him? ”

"Don't know ......"

The old man's eyes looked into the distance at this moment, full of nostalgia and sadness.

He seemed to see the face of the old man again, and returned to his youth.

Feng Jiutian saw that the old man's eyes were red, and he inevitably felt a sadness in his heart.

For the deceased, it is undoubtedly the greatest relief that people can still be remembered after many years......

Chen Tuan insisted on staying in Feng for nine days, but he had no choice but to stay for the time being.

Feng Jiutian had been to many places and met many kinds of people, but he had never seen anyone like Chen Tuan, who meditated except for sleeping.

Ordinary people would feel bored in such days, but Chen Tuan enjoyed it.

If it weren't for Chen Tuan's insistence on keeping Feng Jiutian, I'm afraid he would have already quit and gone down the mountain.

Five days later, at noon.

Feng Jiutian sat under the old pine and borrowed wine to eliminate his sorrows.

At this time, Chen Luan's disciple Wei Li came closer.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Feng Shaoxia is invited."

"Dao Chief, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I want to explain something to you, I wonder if it's convenient?"

"It's naturally convenient, please speak."

"Two years ago, Poor Dao did something wrong with good intentions, and I have always felt guilty."

"Could it be that you suggest to Uncle Li that the person who set up the Feng Shui Bureau is the Taoist you?"

"That's right, at that time, the poor road only cared about feng shui, but unexpectedly, it ......"

"You can't be blamed for this! It can only be said that the villains are too cunning! ”

"I also wrote the nursery rhymes sung in the Luling area."

"You also wrote nursery rhymes?"

Feng Jiutian stared at Wei Li with a faint hostility in his eyes.

Wei Li sighed softly and explained to Feng Jiutian with some guilt.

"I'm not in the same party, but I have other grievances."

"What's the problem?"

"I know that Xiao Yan is a detective in the world, and he is going to Luling to take up his post, so I made this decision."

"What is your purpose?"

"Only by expanding his influence can he be made aware of this case."

"Well, you're doing a good job, you just hate Long Xingyun......"

He thought of Long Xingyun again, and his heart was flooded with murderous intent again.

Suddenly, Chen Luan's voice came, interrupting Feng Jiutian's thoughts.

"Little friend, drinking hurts your body, why don't you come in and take a nap?"

Feng Jiutian couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and then walked over slowly.

"Old fairy, don't you feel bored when you meditate and sleep every day?"

"Boring? What's interesting in the world? ”

"Of course, it's drinking and singing, fighting swords and rivers and lakes, and eradicating evil hoes."

"You think that's interesting?"

"At least it's as fun as you are, and much more fun than you are!"

"Haha, that's what the old man thought back then."

"How ...... you were back then"

"I want to give you a poem, I hope you will remember it."

"A poem? What poem? ”

"If you want to know in your sleep, the first mystery in the world!"

"What's the mystery of sleeping?"

"Haha, it's endless, but few people understand it."

"Then can you teach me this method?"

"This method has never been passed on to anyone...... But you're the first! ”

Feng Jiutian smiled, Chen Jian also smiled, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

Feng Jiutian put on a pose according to what Chen Tuan said, a somewhat strange posture.

And Chen Jian slowly recited the mantra for him, his voice was ethereal and ethereal, and the voice came into Feng Jiutian's ears, and sleepiness really surged up in an instant.

He felt his mind crystal clear at the moment, and slowly closed his eyes.

Feng Jiutian has been having nightmares frequently recently, and this time he has nightmares again.

It was a dream that was so real and clear.

In my dream, I went to Junshan and saw Long Xingyun.

But his own evidence has been destroyed and has become indefensible.

He could only fight hard with Long Xingyun, and as a result, he died in battle.

The enmity between my father and my uncle can never be avenged.

Feng Jiutian is not afraid of disease, ghosts, or killing.

But he is afraid of death, not for himself, but for hatred and justice.

"Ahh

Feng Jiutian screamed and woke up from his dream.

His clothes were already soaked with sweat, and he was in a cold sweat.

A few chrysanthemums growing outside the entrance of the cave have quietly bloomed.

Chen Jian looked at Feng Jiutian who woke up from his dream, and didn't seem to be surprised at all.

He still showed a kind smile, and his eyes were still full of surprise and admiration.

"Xiaoyou, you finally woke up, did you sleep well this night?"

"I ...... How long did I sleep this night? ”

"A month, a whole month!"

"What! I just fell asleep and woke up, how could it be so long! ”

"If you first learn the Sleeping Immortal Gong, you will be able to sleep for a month, and the future is limitless!"

Feng Jiutian didn't believe that there was such martial arts in the world, but the blooming evening chrysanthemum was the best proof.

Although he had a headache at the moment, the Lingtai was unprecedentedly clear. And he was surprised to find that his internal force seemed to have changed drastically. Not only is it more pure and powerful, but it is also as vast as the ocean.

Feng Jiutian suddenly pulled out the Liuyun Sword, his eyes were full of determination and killing intent, as if he wanted to kill all the wicked people in the world.

Immediately, he used his fingers as a knife and carved seven words on the body of the sword - the evil demon is unforgiving!

Twenty days later, Dongting Shore Inn.

It's a small shop with almost no customers.

Feng Jiutian put the burden beside the bed, his eyes were very solemn.

The few letters in the baggage were enough to make Long Xingyun infamous.

In the last ten days before the convention, he had to reach the peak of his body and mind.

During this time, he practiced day and night, and his whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath.

Nights are often the most beautiful and the most dangerous.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is the day of murder and arson.

The faint sound of footsteps pierced the silence of the night.

Feng Jiutian was meditating on the bed when he suddenly opened his eyes.

He has learned from his father and uncle, and he must be cautious.

"What people! Don't be sneaky! ”

Feng Jiutian suddenly snorted lightly and pulled out the Liuyun Sword on the side.

Alertness and murderous intent exuded around him, and the sword hummed low.

At the sound of his voice, a masked man appeared in front of the window, also holding a sharp sword in his hand.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Feng Jiutian's mouth, and the moment he pierced through the window, the sword had already pierced out.

This sword is swift and incoherent, and the internal force on the sword can faintly split the heavens and the earth.

The masked man gasped, as if he was a little afraid of Feng Jiutian.

Those who dare to hold a sword to assassinate will naturally not be ordinary people, his sword qi is also overwhelming, and the glory of heaven and earth is taken away.

Both of them are top masters, and they should have fought more than once they met.

Feng Jiutian was about to fight, but the sword momentum suddenly froze.

For he saw the light of the fire, and a great fire rose in his room!

"Despicable! It's so despicable! ”

Feng Jiutian's eyes were blood-red, and the sword moves in his hand became more and more powerful.

The masked man obviously didn't want to fight hard, so he turned around and fled.

The letters, which had proved everything, had been reduced to ashes in an instant.

Feng Jiutian was alone in the sky, and his heart became mixed.

He knew that he could no longer find evidence, that everything could no longer be proven.

Even if he really killed Long Xingyun, he would inevitably bear the infamy of a lifetime, but if he didn't kill Long Xingyun, how could he be worthy of the spirits of the two old men in the sky?

Feng Jiutian suddenly missed Cha Yiqing very much, and vaguely understood his distress......

Dongting is 800 miles, and the beauty belongs to Jun Mountain.

A lonely boat came from the east, breaking through half of the lake.

At the bow of the boat stood a young man in white, looking at the distance with his hands in his hands.

The surging water of the lake flowed under his feet, and he was in a state of mind for a while.

Love and hate, love and hatred, beauty and ugliness, there should be an understanding in the end.

He knew that he should be like a torrent, and he would move forward even if he was crushed to pieces!

At the top of Junshan Mountain, countless masters gathered in the empty field.

There are laymen, monks, and Taoist priests, which can be said to be the gathering of the three religions, but the most powerful one is undoubtedly Long Xingyun, who sits in the middle.

Before Feng Jiutian arrived, the atmosphere was already extremely solemn.

"Everyone, I guess you already know what I'm calling you here, right?"

Long Xingyun's eyes swept over everyone, and the killing intent in his eyes flowed.

The heads of the other four factions nodded solemnly, and their hands were all clenched subconsciously.

"Brother Long, you must be here to eradicate the evil demon Feng Jiutian!"

Qiao Jianxian, the leader of the beggar gang, thought for a moment and said categorically.

Long Xingyun's face showed anger and guilt, and he bowed deeply to everyone.

"Long has no way to follow, and he is really ashamed of his fellow believers......"

The heads of the four factions hurriedly shook their heads when they heard this, and they all spoke righteously.

"Brother Long, Feng Jiutian slaughtered the righteous path, my generation must punish him!"

"That's right, it's mad to kill his uncle who raised him!"

"He deceived his teachers and destroyed his ancestors, he was completely inhumane, and he did not get rid of difficulties and calm the anger of the people!"

"Kill Feng Jiutian and avenge the Heavenly Master I sent to appoint!"

Everyone talked about it for a while, but the meaning was the same.

In their hearts, Feng Jiutian is a demon, and it is a nightmare that can never be erased!

"Everyone, as the head of the righteous path, will surely preside over justice!"

Long Xingyun saw that the crowd was excited, and his expression became more and more **.

Li Hanyang, the head of the Shenlong Sect, looked solemn and opened his mouth to report to Long Xingyun.

"Brother Long, I have sent someone to investigate his whereabouts, and I will find something in a few days!"

"Amitabha, the old man has also sent someone to investigate, and the thief must not be allowed to slip through the net!"

The new Heavenly Master of the Zhengyi faction was a little depressed, and seemed to stop talking.

Long Xingyun noticed that his expression was different, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Dao Chief, just say whatever you want to say."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Poor Dao is thinking, who can kill Feng Jiutian."

"Dao Chief, in your opinion, Feng Jiutian is invincible in the world?"

"Not necessarily...... It's just a battle in Kunlun Mountain......"

Everyone was still high-spirited, but they were all terrified when they thought of the bloody battle in Kunlun.

Long Xingyun was about to say something, but the words stopped on his lips and it was difficult to say.

The north wind is sluggish, and the maple leaves are falling.

Among the red leaves in the sky, the young man in white came slowly.

His steps were light, but he seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the people.

No one will speak again, and no one will dare to speak again.

It was as if only he and the sword in his hand were left in heaven and earth.

It was a very cold sword, and it was a deadly sword.

Countless masters have died under this sword, and anyone could be next.

"If any of you want to kill me, do it!"

His voice was cold and unforgiving, like that deadly sword.

Everyone's breathing is about to stop, who has the courage to fight with them?

All the vows of Fang Cai were gone with the wind, only to be exchanged for a silence like death.

Long Xingyun sighed secretly when he saw the situation, and could only resolutely pull out the Light Condensing Sword.

"Feng Jiutian! The old man doesn't know anyone, and he will kill you today to comfort the common people! ”

The corners of Feng Jiutian's mouth hooked upward, revealing an extremely contemptuous smile.

"Long Xingyun! That's what I should say! ”

He pointed at Long Xingyun and opened his mouth coldly, and the murderous intent around him was monstrous.

Long Xingyun's expression was very calm, as if he had no fear.

"Feng Jiutian! You're dying, and you still want to frame the old man? ”

"Although you ruined the evidence, justice is in the hearts of the people!"

"Justice? The old man is the right way to get rid of the traitor, this is justice! ”

In the early winter, heaven and earth are slaughtered.

The former master and apprentice stood opposite each other.

They had nothing to say, only the murderous aura overflowing from the sword filled the heavens and the earth.

No one will show mercy, and the two have long been ruthless.

Everyone knew that one man would die by the sword of the other party in today's battle.

No matter how many grievances there are, they will be settled today!

"Long Xingyun! The blood debt should be paid with blood, and let it be put to death. ”

Feng Jiutian stabbed out with a sword, and the sword qi roared, fierce and ruthless.

Long Xingyun's eyebrows frowned slightly, turning into a sword light, facing Feng Jiutian.

The two swords come and go, murderous, and the sun and moon are gone.

No one could see how many moves they had passed, but they felt that the heavens and the earth were filled with sword qi.

Everyone is infected, and it seems that there is only one word left in their hearts - kill!

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian's sword was a little scattered.

The sword is fast and not chaotic, and chaos will be defeated.

Long Xingyun saw the opportunity, and the sword became tighter and tighter.

A hero will never suffer a loss in front of him, Feng Jiutian knows this very well.

He glanced at the spotted bamboo beside him, and his toes were a little above the person floating out.

Long Xingyun Yan was able to let him escape, and hurriedly raised his sword and flew to chase after him.

The two walked and chased each other in the bamboo forest, gathering and scattering, and the sword shadow flew over.

Countless stout spotted bamboos fell to the ground in the sword light in the sky.

Everyone present was completely stunned by the two, and no one forgot to step forward to help.

The two walked farther and farther away, and after a short time, they faded out of everyone's sight.

Feng Jiutian saw that there was a clearing in the forest, and the whole person fell down.

Long Xingyun's light skills are inseparable from him, and he has also chased after him at this moment.

The clearing is surrounded by dense bamboo forests, far from everyone's sight.

"Feng Jiutian! I've made progress when you've gotten better, so that's it! ”

Long Xingyun said that the sword came out sharply, piercing Feng Jiutian's lower abdomen.

Feng Jiutian hurriedly flashed to the side, but he couldn't dodge, and his right leg was still hit by a sword.

His eyes glared at Long Xingyun angrily, and before he could raise his sword, he was hit by another sword in his chest.

"Long Xingyun! You have what it takes to kill me with one sword! ”

Feng Jiutian was seriously injured, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Long Xingyun pointed at Feng Jiutian, his expression excited and hideous.

"Hahaha! You stinky boy wants to kill me too, wishful thinking! ”

He sneered and raised his sword, and he was about to end Feng Jiutian's life with one sword.

Feng Jiutian sighed helplessly, his eyes faintly pleading.

"Long Xingyun! You and I are a master and apprentice, I want to be a ghost! ”

"Haha! Seeing that you are about to die, the old man will be kind. ”

"First of all, did you kill my father?"

"That's right! It was the old man who killed it himself! ”

"Then how did you get to Lianxia Mountain in just one hour?"

"An hour? Although my martial arts can be proud of the world, I am not a god! ”

"But the insider said that only one hour after my father got the secret report, the murderer went up the mountain!"

"An hour? It turned out that he didn't want to escape, but he didn't have time to escape. ”

"Why did you kill him?"

"Because he knows the old man's secret!"

"You killed the Hades Venerable who raised you, just to extinguish your mouth?"

Feng Jiutian stared at Long Xingyun and asked word by word.

Long Xingyun's pupils suddenly contracted when he heard this, and his tone became a little hysterical.

"He's damned! It was because he was greedy for life and afraid of death that my father died tragically! ”

"So you're here for revenge?"

"Yes! You are not the only one who wants to avenge your father! ”

"It's not wrong for you to avenge your father, but my father is innocent!"

"In troubled times, I have always only talked about strength and weakness, and I don't care who is right or wrong!"

"So you colluded with Shi Jingjiao, and then robbed him of his congratulatory gifts?"

"He promised to give me 10,000 taels of gold after the deed was completed, who told him to break his promise!"

"You killed my uncle too?"

"I didn't kill him! I don't have to fool a dying man! ”

"So who killed him? Tell me quickly! ”

"I shouldn't have told you, because he was my confidant. If I hadn't given him too much, and let him grow more and more, how could he have broken free from my control! ”

"Who is he? It's easy for you to kill me, so why bother me? ”

"He's resourceful, martial arts, and always there for you!"

Feng Jiutian was completely stunned, he thought that he had already understood who Long Xingyun was talking about.

But the matter of Liao Chusheng and his uncle made him dare not trust anyone easily.

"That's it! You're done with your questions! ”

Long Xingyun raised his sword again, but the blood did not come as promised.

The Flowing Cloud Sword in Feng Jiutian's hand was like a star, and he took this sword hard.

Although he was seriously injured at the moment, he relied on his stubborn will to stand up.

He was dressed in white, and his eyes were as red as blood.

The Liuyun Sword is not only sharp, but the true qi is so agitated that the sword buzzes.

What Feng Jiutian once lacked the most was internal strength, but now it is not what it used to be.

Long Xingyun couldn't help but regret it deeply when he saw that he was judging the two of them in an instant, but there are all kinds of medicines in the world, but there is no regret medicine.

He didn't kill Feng Jiutian immediately just now, but now he can only fight to the death.

The two of you come and go, and the murderous aura shocks the world.

The moment the countless bamboo leaves fell, they were cut into two pieces by the sword light.

They have long been distracted from other things, and they only want to kill each other.

"When! While! While! ”

The two swords collided one after another, and the sound of gold and iron seemed to collapse Junshan.

They are all using the thirteen swords of Zhutian, and the swords seem to be able to kill the sky!

The two fought for a long time, and suddenly stopped in unison.

For they have exhausted all the tricks in their hearts, but they have not yet decided between themselves.

"Feng Jiutian! How could you be so strong! ”

Long Xingyun was very surprised and had to admit this fact.

Feng Jiutian didn't answer, only sneered and asked.

"Why didn't you use the fourteenth sword yet?"

Long Xingyun nodded when he heard this, his smile was extremely sarcastic.

No one knew if he was mocking Feng Jiutian or himself, and then he took out his sword again, and the brilliance between heaven and earth was all given to the sword.

This is like a sword like a flowing rainbow, and it is the fourteenth sword that killed Yun Songqing.

The fourteenth sword is a sword that must be won, and this sword came as promised as soon as the blood came out.

But Long Xingyun was stunned, completely stunned by the scene in front of him, because the blood splashed was not Feng Jiutian, but his own.

He looked down at his throat and finally smiled reluctantly.

The Flowing Cloud Sword stabbed out at some point, and it had completely pierced his throat.

"I shouldn't be so confident, and I shouldn't believe in him so much!"

Long Xingyun used his last strength to say the last sentence self-deprecatingly, his voice fell to the ground, and the whole person slowly fell.

He was covered in blood at the moment, dyed red with white clothes and long hair under his forehead.

Feng Jiutian slowly put away the Flowing Cloud Sword, his eyes were blood-red.

The enemy is dead, but he does not feel the joy of revenge.

He had waited too long for this moment, but when it really came, he had mixed feelings.

He slowly walked out of the bamboo forest and came to the empty field again.

Everyone was watching, wanting to step forward and fearful.

It wasn't until Feng Jiutian walked out alone that they realized it was too late.

The four major leaders all looked vigilant, and they could make a move at any time.

But Feng Jiutian didn't look at them, and only opened his mouth coldly.

"Long Xingyun is dead, I don't want to kill anyone again today!"

It's definitely a joke for others to say this, and he shows arrogance and domineering.

There were as many masters as there were cows, but no one dared to step forward, watching Feng Jiutian's back, just going farther and farther......