After decades of wind and rain, the chivalrous gate is full of vicissitudes, and it is one of the few rivers and lakes that has not repaired the station.

However, pacing in the meantime, it also has a different flavor.

Yun Dongliu led the two of them through a few corridors and came to a small courtyard.

With an apologetic smile on his face:

"There have been too many people these days, and I can only bother the two heroines to live in the same room......."

"What did Yun Daxia say? Our sisters have taken the liberty of coming and are already disturbed. ”

Bai Xian'er smiled slightly, her smart eyes were half-curved, and she looked playful.

"The two heroines will take a break, and Yun will go to make some tea and food for the two of them."

Yun Dongliu didn't squint, and bowed slightly.

"A pot of tea is fine, and our sisters also bring dry food."

Bai Xian'er replied:

"There's Lao Yun's hero."

Yun Dongliu smiled bitterly and turned to leave.

The two waited until his back disappeared, and then walked into the room without hurrying.

The décor of the rooms is simple and plain, but it is extremely clean and obviously cleaned.

Squeak~

Bai Xian'er closed the door, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the dragons and snakes of the chivalrous sect are mixed, and there are no masters on the list of the earth, and the two of them are walking here, which is too exciting.

If it is discovered, don't say it's her, even Wushuang is afraid that it will be planted here.

"Senior sister is doing well, after all, she has been trained."

But Wushuang, just smiled lightly, without the slightest nervousness.

"Senior sister is not afraid."

Bai Xian'er wiped the seat and let Wushuang sit down, and she gently pinched her shoulders:

"This chivalrous sect has gathered so many decent people in martial arts this time, and it is too dangerous for my junior sister to come here?"

From the entrance of the Chivalrous Gate to this house, she felt the aura of no less than ten Qi Vein masters, and she had to be careful.

"This chivalrous door, Feng Qingxuan came, and I naturally came too."

Wushuang, please pull a trace of long hair, and said lightly.

"Holy ...... Feng Qingxuan wants to take advantage of the righteous path of the rivers and lakes to accumulate his own general momentum to break through, why should the junior sister? ”

Bai Xian'er was a little puzzled.

Although she knew that Wushuang wanted to compete with Feng Qingxuan for the position of the sect leader of the Six Hell Demon Sect, she didn't say that this time the Demon Venerable was still young and strong, so he wanted to pass on the throne, and that was also after the divine vein.

Without suppressing the martial arts of the other great Dharma kings, it was impossible to compete for the position of suzerain.

At this time, it is too early to compete.

"The Battle Demon Heart Sutra is the strongest divine skill of my Holy Sect, but it can't beat my White Lotus Heart Sutra before cultivating the general trend, but if he achieves the general trend, it will be difficult to limit it......."

Wushuang chuckled, his eyes faint:

"Then Feng Qingxuan wants to take advantage of the situation to break through, how can I allow him?"

"Senior sister is trying to sabotage this matter?"

Bai Xian'er's heart jumped, and she was a little afraid: "Senior sister, you once said that this matter is what Lord Demon Venerable meant........"

"What if the Demon Venerable knows? A loser will not let Lord Mozun care. ”

As he spoke, Wushuang tapped lightly on the table:

"Even, the purpose of my descent from the mountain, the Demon Venerable may not be unaware!"

"What?"

Bai Xian'er was taken aback: "Then, then we ......."

"Senior sister, it's not good that you've been in the mud pond for too long."

Wushuang's voice was a little cold:

"I hope you can make some progress after this incident, otherwise ......."

"That's what my sister said!"

Bai Xian'er's face turned pale and forcibly calmed down:

"What does the junior sister want to do here?"

She knew that no matter what Wushuang wanted to do, she had to follow it to the end.

A person with two faces and three swords, even in the Demon Sect, can't get along.

"If the War Demon Heart Sutra wants to raise a general trend, it is natural to come to the door in a dignified manner! These martial arts people only said that Feng Qingxuan was afraid of Yun Haitian, but they didn't think that he was gathering momentum, waiting for Yun Haitian's injuries to heal and return to his full posture! ”

Wushuang's eyes were rippling, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly after the veil:

"He wants to be dignified and upright, and accumulate momentum, but I am not as good as he wants!"

"Senior sister wants to do something to Yun Haitian?"

Bai Xian'er frowned slightly.

Yun Haitian has been famous for many years, his achievements are brilliant, and there are many masters of the Great Zhou Weather Vein who died under him, and he once fought with the Red Lian Dharma King without dying, and then fought with the beggar gang leader Wang Zhenlong several times.

can be said to be the first person under the well-deserved vein.

Where does Wushuang have such self-confidence.

"What can defeat a person is not only martial arts, but also the heavy trauma of the soul is much more painful than the physical body......."

Wushuang said lightly, and his fingers suddenly tapped on the table.

Bai Xian'er suddenly stopped.

"Two women, the tea has been boiled."

Yun Dongliu's voice sounded outside the door.

A smile appeared on Wushuang's face, and he responded softly:

"Yun Daxia, please come in."

........

Three rounds of red suns dot the blue sky, and thousands of miles of clouds roll.

The land of the Zhongzhou Plain is open, with thousands of hectares of fertile land as far as the eye can see, and many large rivers including the Dalong River and the Lancang River flow through the land like a rushing angry dragon.

The Dalong River, Changlong River, and Lancang River were the three largest rivers in the Dafeng Dynasty.

Nourishing and irrigating the seventy-three states of Dafeng, thousands of cities, and countless fertile fields, it can be called the river of life in Dafeng.

These three rivers crisscross the north and south, and there are few places where they intersect, and the only place where they meet is Zhongzhou Wanlong Lake!

Wanlong Lake is 6,300 miles long from east to west, and 3,400 miles wide from north to south, which is the largest lake in Dafeng and even in the world.

It is a metaphor for countless fishermen and countless fertile fields along the coast.

Rumble!

Thundered!

The surging river is rolling in, like a thousand dragons returning to the sea, splashing boundless waves under a majestic mountain peak in the middle of the lake.

This peak is called Wanlong Peak.

It is located in the middle of Wanlong Lake, and has been baptized by countless rivers for countless years, and is a famous mountain in the world.

And the one who occupies this mountain is one of the great factions of Dafeng's righteous path, the Dragon Bird faction.

According to legend, this sect is a sect handed down by the Dragon Sparrow Sword Master seven hundred years ago, but unfortunately seven hundred years have passed, and all the wind and rain have blown away.

Although it has not been reduced to a third-rate sect, it has long since lost its prosperity.

There are not many disciples of the sect, if it weren't for the current head Cao Zhan's great success, he would be among the top ten on the list, but I am afraid that even this Wanlong Peak will not be able to hold it.

Wanlong Peak, before the Dragon Sparrow Pai Mountain Gate.

Trample~

A pitch-black dragon boot stepped on the white stone floor, and came to the dragon sparrow sect gate.

"On the top of the thousand-zhang peak, the white jade has not changed for seven hundred years from the ten-mile mountain gate, I really don't know what kind of style the dragon bird sword master was back then."

The breeze blew the black sky, Feng Qingxuan looked at the surging lake under Wanlong Mountain, thinking about the past, and yearning.

Behind him, two emaciated swordsmen dressed in black and without seeing their faces were silent.

"Shadow One, call the door."

Looking at the mountain gate in the distance, Feng Qingxuan opened his voice lightly.

"Yes."

One of the black-clothed swordsmen behind him answered in a hoarse voice, and took a few steps forward, making a sonorous sound like the resonance of gold and iron:

"Where is Cao Zhan?"

Rumble!

Under the spread of the surging true qi, the sound waves surged vertically and horizontally over the white jade square, blowing towards the Dragon Bird Mountain Gate like a violent wind.

"What, who?"

The disciple on duty in front of the Dragon Bird Mountain Gate only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was almost planted upside down.

Cao Zhan!

Cao Zhan!

The mighty echo of a thousand people shouting in unison echoed in the Dragon Bird Mountain Gate.

"Who? Who is it? ”

"Such a majestic and true spirit, who is the person coming!"

"Call the name of the door master, I'm afraid that the person who comes is not good!"

In the Dragon Sparrow Sect Mountain Gate, many disciples and elders all changed their faces when they heard this.

The sound wave echoed for dozens of miles, such a master, even if his strength was not as good as that of their master, he was afraid that he was already an innate master who condensed into a qi vein.

"I really found ......"

In the main hall of the dragon bird, Cao Zhan suddenly got up, his face solemn.

"Does the owner know who is coming?"

A white-haired old man had an ugly face and seemed to have remembered a name.

"It's time to come, it's here in the end, it's really unacceptable to be lucky."

Cao Zhan sighed.

At this time, there is no need to say who will come to find him.

He also knew about the gathering initiated by Yun Haitian of the Chivalrous Gate, but more than ten years ago, he had a bad relationship with Yun Haitian because of his disciples, so he couldn't pull his face and went to the Chivalrous Gate to seek refuge.

I just feel that the world is so big, that Feng Qingxuan may not come to the door.

Pity.......

"Feng Qingxuan, the Holy Son of the Six Hell Demon Sect!"

The white-haired old man's breathing became short:

"Master of the door, you go quickly, let the old man go to resist!"

"It's too late."

Cao Zhan shook his head and walked towards the door:

"Elder Wang, you take your disciples down the mountain, after today, my dragon sparrows will not be able to keep this Ten Thousand Dragon Peak."

When he came to the door, he paused at his feet and added:

"If you can't escape, protect Sun En, he is the last hope of my Dragon Bird Gate!"

"Door Master!"

The white-haired old man strode to catch up with Cao Zhan and stopped in front of him: "No, door master, the Dragon Bird Gate can't live without you, without you, my Dragon Bird Gate has no hope." ”

"Elder Wang doesn't need to say much, his target is me, if he can't see me, the Dragon Bird Gate will be removed from the rivers and lakes today."

Cao Zhan flicked his hand and pushed the old man away.

Step out the door.

"Master!"

As soon as he left the mountain gate, a small figure pounced.

It was a child of about seven or eight years old, chubby, tiger-headed, and carrying a wooden knife in his hand.

"En'er."

Cao Zhan touched the apprentice's fleshy little face, and he was also reluctant in his heart.

In an instant, he hardened his heart and pushed him away:

"Sun En! Go down the mountain with Elder Wang! ”

Call!

As soon as the words fell, he stepped out, and his figure had risen and fallen a few times and had already gone out of the mountain gate amid the cries of children.

"Master!"

Sun En fell to the ground and cried.

"En'er!"

The white-haired old man picked up the child.

He turned to look and saw that the air flow outside the mountain gate was whistling and the true qi was agitating, and he had already handed it over.

He could only sigh, turned around and gathered his disciples, packed up his belongings, and prepared to go down the mountain.

The rivers and lakes have always been cruel, even if the martial arts sect itself, if there is no master in charge, once it declines, it will be removed from the rivers and lakes.

I don't know how many sects are greedy for the Ten Thousand Dragon Peak occupied by the Dragon Bird Sect, and without Cao Zhan, it is impossible for them to defend it.

If they don't leave early, they will be wiped out.

I don't know how many times this has happened throughout the ages, and he naturally won't fail to understand this truth!

What's more, the Demon Sect acted without leaving a reason for future troubles.

If you don't run away at this time, you won't have a chance.

On the white jade square, Feng Qingxuan gently wiped a trace of blood from his face, and shook his head slightly, with a hint of pity:

"It seems that the Dragon Sparrow Knife Technique has really been lost......."

"Dragon Sparrow Knife ......"

Cao Zhan looked at the broken dragon knife in his palm in a daze, laughed miserably, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But he still didn't retreat, his body moved, and the broken knife slashed out a heavy exercise, forcing the two swordsmen who wanted to pounce on the mountain gate to retreat!

"Don't give up yet......"

Feng Qingxuan shook his head slightly, and said lightly:

"Go and ......."

Rumble!

In front of the white jade mountain gate where the air was rolling and agitating, a sword light that lit up like a morning star and was as bright as the sun suddenly burst out.

Thirty feet in the sky!

Like a meteor falling to the ground, it poured down towards Cao Zhan.

Wherever the sword light passed, all visible and invisible things were torn apart by extreme sharpness!

More than ten zhang away, Cao Zhan had already felt that incomparable edge.

But he didn't dodge, didn't retreat, didn't welcome, and the sword light of the broken knife waved moved from the loud and strong, forcing the two black-clothed swordsmen to retreat.

Thorn~

In the sound of cracking, blood spilled in the sky.

Between the whistling airflow, Feng Qingxuan's long knife returned to its sheath, and his expression was flat:

"The grass must be cut to the roots, and the chickens and dogs do not need to stay!"

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