The old man was still standing in the same place, looking at the direction in which Gu Fenghua and the others had disappeared, with an extremely solemn expression.

"My lord, although today's incident was caused by Lord Fang's insatiable greed, but injuring the deacon outside the temple still despises the majesty of my temple after all, why is he so partial to them?" A young man came behind him and asked puzzled.

"Remember what I told you about that, ten years ago?" The old man looked into the distance and said leisurely.

"You mean, the young men?" The young man's expression grimaced.

"Yes, one of the sword skills they used at that time was the one she used just now." When the old man said this, there was a look of fear on his face.

The scene from ten years ago comes back to my mind again.

He remembered very well that it was a dark and windy night.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, so it's actually a bit cheesy, generally when it comes to this word, it will be followed by something very bad such as killing people and setting fires, but that night, there were no dead people in Yaoshan Village, and there was no fire, but every time he recalled the scene at that time, he felt that he had died once, perhaps more than once.

It was four handsome young men with different shapes and temperaments, but the arrogance on their faces was the same.

At that time, in the entire Yaoshan Village, there were dozens of Temple Saint Masters, and none of them noticed their aura, and he was the only one who discovered their whereabouts. Later, he learned that this was not because his cultivation was high enough, but that the other party deliberately let him find out, for the simple reason that he wanted him to open the teleportation array and send them to the temple.

They didn't even beat around the bush, let alone give him any reason, they just said: "Open the teleportation array, send us to the temple, and spare you from dying!" ”

After many years, he still remembered the calmness and domineering on the faces of several people, as if he was saying something that was perfectly normal, and the person standing in front of them was not a temple deacon, but a bereaved dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

At that time, he was not only a deacon in the Xinghua Temple, but his cultivation was not much worse than now, he was already a master of the Eight Grades of the Soul Saint, of course, it was impossible to be frightened by a few words from the other party, because of the arrogance of the other party, he was furious, and immediately drew his long sword and prepared to shoot.

But immediately, he changed his mind again—the youngest of the young men had completely discouraged him from attacking with just one sword.

What a free and easy sword, and what a domineering sword. When the sword swept by, the endless night sky seemed to break through it, and the whole earth trembled under that sword, and everything in the world surrendered under that sword.

That sword, in fact, was very short-lived, but in his senses, it seemed as if it had gone through countless centuries. It wasn't until that flash of sword light crossed the sky and returned to the scabbard that he realized that his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

Perhaps feeling that this was not enough to make him succumb, or perhaps he was not satisfied with his companion's sword, several other youths also drew their long swords and swung a sword each.

In contrast, these swords seemed silent and insipid, but he had a feeling that the whole world was going to be destroyed by that sword intent, as if the end was coming.

The other party obviously overestimated him, and the reason why the previous sword did not make him succumb was not because he was strong-willed and courageous, but simply stunned.