"Broken!" With a cold scold, Leng Xin took the lead out of the illusion.

This is why his mind is extremely strong, so that he can wake up after a short period of intoxication. On the other hand, the other two, Nangong Jiu'er and Ye Lan were both sinking deeper and deeper, and they couldn't wake up at all.

"Wake up!"

Nangong Jiu'er's consciousness came from a cold voice, and she quickly understood. The "Mobai" in front of him is just an illusion of himself, just a dream that he made up for himself.

So, she decisively broke free from the shackles of her heart, and the love of her life was still waiting for her in the unknown distance!

Nangong Jiu'er opened her eyes again, and the god and demon boy who was still in front of her just now had changed from Mo Bai to cold heart.

"Are you awake?" Leng Xin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, asking tentatively.

"Well, Brother Ye, he also ......" Nangong Jiu'er nodded, and then looked at Ye Lan again.

It just so happened that Ye Lan also came to his senses at this moment.

The first thing he said when he woke up was, "Uncle, he will never come back." He finally understood, and no longer had that unrealistic fantasy from the bottom of his heart.

"What happened just now? is it because of the Ice Cream Flower?" Nangong Jiu'er looked around vigilantly, especially the ice crystal snowflakes flying in the sky.

"No! not this one. Leng Xin directly denied her statement, because he clearly felt a powerful and terrifying sword intent.

"It's a phantom sword! Acacia Red Dust Sword! That's my grandfather's swordsmanship!"

Leng Xin suddenly became extremely excited, he had never lost his temper like he did now.

"Leng Wuchen, didn't he disappear twenty years ago?How did he get here?" Ye Lan was also extremely shocked, he had heard Leng Xin talk about this matter before, Leng Wuchen had not appeared again after finally traveling the world in order to seek a way to break through the Divine Martial Realm.

"It's him! This sword intent can't be wrong!" Leng Xin felt it carefully again, once again confirming what he was thinking.

It's just that why did Leng Wuchen come here, and why didn't he go back?

"Come with me!"

Leng Xin walked in front to lead the way, and led Nangong Jiu'er and them along the direction where the ice cream flower fell, and he could even feel the increasingly intense lovesickness.

In this regard, Nangong Jiu'er and Ye Lan couldn't help but shed tears, just because the softness of their hearts was fiercely touched.

"I can't stand it anymore, I want to cry. Nangong Jiu'er was already trying her best to restrain herself, but the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes still soaked the fiery red dress.

"Cry, I'm with you. Ye Lan rubbed his reddish eyes, and he couldn't stop his tears at all, as if he had burst the embankment.

"......" Nangong Jiu'er was speechless, blaming this Acacia Hongchen Sword for being too sensational, otherwise how could the two of them become so fragile.

Finally, under the leadership of Leng Xin, several people crossed the ice lake and came to a place where ice crystals were chaotic, and the ground was full of ice spikes about half a foot long, and they couldn't get through it at all.

And on the other side of the ice spike, there was a white-clothed Katsuyuki

The young man was dancing with a sword, as if he was detached from the matter.

His figure was a little lonely, and the only thing he was accompanied by was the three-foot long sword in his hand.

After seeing this young man, Leng Xin couldn't help crying loudly and shouted "Grandpa"!

Because Leng Wuchen is still the same as he was back then, Leng Xin now recognizes him at a glance.

In fact, after a cultivator breaks through to the Divine Martial Realm, he will be able to rejuvenate his face, and let the years go by, but he will not change his beauty.

Coincidentally, Leng Wuchen chose to rejuvenate his face, and now his delicate face is a mess. If it weren't for the fact that a few people knew Leng Wuchen well, they wouldn't have guessed that this young man was actually an elder who had passed the age of 100......

Although the more powerful a cultivator is, the less binding age is for him, but it always represents his experience of reading the world.

Hearing this "grandpa", the young man on the other side stopped dancing the sword. At this time, he slowly turned around, and his gaze fell on Leng Xin.

The two looked at each other, but saw the young man opposite let out an inexplicable sigh.

"I'm not your grandfather, you recognize the wrong person. ”

Leng Xin was stunned for a moment, how could he be mistaken! Leng Wuchen's Acacia Hongchen Sword Technique He would not admit his mistake! There is also the sword in the young man's hand, Bai Mang is shocking, it is clearly the Ling Xiao Sword!

So he excitedly shouted, "No! Grandpa! I'm cold-hearted!"

At this moment, the ice cream flower flew down on Leng Xin's head, and the slightest coolness soaked in the ends of his hair, making him feel slightly cold all over.

"It's because you're cold-hearted that I'm not your grandfather. I'm just a sinner of the Leng family......"

Leng Wuchen said such a sentence expressionlessly, but his heart seemed to be tormented, like a fire.

"Sinner?" Nangong Jiu'er was shocked and looked at Ye Lan in confusion.

Ye Lan's face was bitter, he looked at Leng Xin's thin and gloomy figure, and turned around and explained to Jiu'er, "When Leng Wuchen's predecessor left Leng Mansion back then, he took Ling Xiao Sword with him, which directly led to the decline of Leng Mansion. ”

"What happened later?" Nangong Jiu'er clenched her fists, she could probably guess something.

"Later? This was not said by Ye Lan, but Leng Wuchen on the other side.

"By the time I break through the Divine Martial Realm and go back, my relatives are no longer there...... They're all dead......"

Leng Wuchen's thoughts fluctuated, and the ice in the sky began to shatter, dissipating little by little between heaven and earth.

"It's Qi Tiandu's Mu Mansion!Grandpa!We're going back for revenge!" Leng Xin looked crazy at the moment, and his face was full of substantial killing intent.

"Revenge? Do you think there's hope? It's not like I didn't try. ”

Leng Wuchen smiled sadly, "When I was on the way to Mu Mansion, I never expected that Qi Yundong would actually appear." True martial power, he really did it......"

What does it mean? This time it's not just Nangong Jiu'er who doesn't understand, even Ye Lan

And Leng Xin can't understand it.

Leng Wuchen didn't explain, but said, "I ended in a fiasco in that battle, but Qi Yundong chose to let me go." So, here I am. ”

The world is bleak, and suddenly the wind rises into the dust......

"Look at how beautiful this Xuan Ice Valley is, with ice and snowflakes flying, an ice lake with spirit fish, ice milk condensed by water vapor, and ice sculptures and spiritual objects......"

Leng Wuchen seemed to be intoxicated and lost and didn't know how to return.

Leng Xin's body trembled slightly at this moment, he clenched his fists tightly, his face was also swollen red, and finally he couldn't help but let out a long howl.

"Ah, Leng Wuchen! Do you know? It's been 20 years! The dead orphans and relatives of the Leng family are still waiting for you to avenge them!"

Poof.

Leng Xin fell to his knees, he wept sadly, and his right fist slammed into the ice.

After a while, a few drops of blood seeped out of the ice, staining the pure white around them with a touch of scarlet, which was shocking to look at.

"Brother Leng......" Nangong Jiu'er was a little worried about Leng Xin's current state, and couldn't help but call him softly.

Ye Lan was a little angry, only to see him pointing at Leng Wuchen's nose and scolding, not at all in awe of this divine powerhouse.

"Leng Wuchen, you are a coward! Since you are burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, then why should you regret a battle? Since you should only recommend Xuanyuan with blood! Even if you are invincible, what is it? Just to seek peace of mind. ”

Ye Lan was very indignant because he thought of his uncle who had died not long ago. Ye Wentian knew that he was defeated by Murray and Wei Lin, but he was still trying to delay time, and in the end, he even fought the final battle with the enemy with the intention of burning jade.

Compared to Ip Mantian, Leng Wuchen is just a coward who can only escape from reality.

"Even if you can't be defeated, what's the matter? Blood recommends Xuanyuan, just ask for a place where the heart is safe......"

Leng Wuchen was like a dream, Ye Lan's words kept echoing in his mind, and even intensified, and the sound was like a bell!

In the end, Leng Wuchen knelt on one knee and was not lightly hurt by this sentence.

"Ling Xiao Sword, Ling Xiao Sword! The sword is Ling Xiao, but my mind is shattered by Ling Xiao......! I'm sorry for you!"

"Acacia Red Dust Sword, stab an inch of Acacia into the bone......"

Leng Wuchen looked at the Ling Xiao Sword in his hand, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, he stumbled for a while and fell straight to the ground.

In the final analysis, in order to pursue the path of the Shenwu Realm, he shouldn't have taken away the mysterious weapon that guarded the Leng family at all......

"Grandpa!" Leng Xin was shocked, he wanted to go over but was helpless.

But in the next moment, the inverted ice picks melted like residual snow, directly sublimating.

Leng Wuchen's eyes were blank, and he said dumbly, "Child, come here." Let Grandpa take a look at you. ”

Leng Xin immediately wiped the tears on his face, and he hurriedly ran over and picked up the young man lying on the ground.

"Grandpa!"

"......" listens coldly

The heart shouted cold and dustless again, and Nangong Jiu'er and Ye Lan were speechless one after another.

Leng Wuchen is still green, and his face is simply more delicate than Leng Xin. And the word "grandpa" feels extremely funny and harsh when you hear it.

"How do you ...... your hands" It was only at this time that Leng Wuchen noticed that Leng Xin was one-armed, and his right sleeve was empty.

Leng Xin smiled and explained, "It's just a fight with those guys from Qi Tiandu, and one of his arms was cut off as good as others." ”

"Hey. He said it as if he was relaxed, but how could Leng Wuchen not understand the importance of the right arm to a spiritual cultivator. What's more, Leng Xin is still a sword cultivator, which is even more difficult for him to accept.

Hearing the young man's sigh, he said coldly and nonchalantly, "Grandpa, I'm fine." Isn't it just an arm? It just so happens that I'm practicing left-handed swordsmanship right now. ”

"Huh?" Leng Wuchen's expression condensed slightly, and he asked, "Imperial Sword Lingxiao Jue?"

If it weren't for the lack of choice, who would desperately practice that domineering left-handed sword?

As soon as he thought of this, Leng Wuchen was very distressed and cold-hearted, after all, this was his own grandson.

"My son is cold and arrogant, and I can't stand you for my father. ”

He thought of his child Leng Ao again, and blamed himself for the tragedy of the destruction of the Leng Mansion.

"Grandpa, let's turn the pages of the old things from twenty years ago. We...... Start over!" Leng Xin tried to help Leng Wuchen regain his confidence, after all, the latter had lived too decadently over the years.

"Okay! Let's start all over again. Leng Wuchen nodded, and immediately breathed on the spot to nourish the damaged heart and spleen.

(End of chapter)

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