The afterglow of the sword grew dull.

The water vapor fell on the blade of the sword and scattered along the spine of the sword.

The long sword stopped, did not stab down, did not take Zhang Zuosheng's life, and avenged himself, this kind of decision was beyond the expectations of everyone on the top of the mountain.

Liqidao raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but say a rotten voice.

At this moment, in exchange for any grandmaster here, even any martial artist, even those Taoist monks, there are nine times out of ten that they will not hesitate to start, pierce with a sword, and kill with pleasure.

But he also had a feeling that if he didn't stab at this time, Fang Wenyuan was the Jiang Wenyuan who was so arrogant that he claimed that the seventy percent talent of the Shu Kingdom was in my country, so that he could be regarded as a young Confucian who forced the Qin army to retreat with a sword and protected the three cities for several months.

Jiang Yang slowly withdrew his long sword, and at this time, several disciples who were originally guarding the corridor leading from the mountain to this waterfall staggered out of the way, and then, Wang Anfeng, who was holding the wooden sword obliquely in one hand, hurriedly stepped on, followed by Xiahou Xuan and Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan was already uneasy, and as soon as he looked up, he saw his father covered in blood, and saw that the original gray robe was stained with blood, and it was wet due to the water vapor of the waterfall, and only a pair of eyes seemed to be as gentle as usual.

The girl's nose was sore, and she wanted to run to her father's side, but Xiahou Xuan grabbed her arm, who forcibly controlled the struggling girl with a higher level of internal force, and shouted in a low voice:

"Calm down!"

Jiang Lan couldn't break free, Jiang Yang smiled slightly at his daughter, and then nodded at Xiahou Xuan.

Turning around, he walked past the junior brother who stood like a puppet, slowly leaned down, picked up the Tianwen fragment that fell on the ground, not only complicated but also emotional, whispered Tianwen, shook his head, paced to the side of the abandoned road, raised his hand and handed the Tianwen that was enough to attract countless warriors to fight to the abandoned road, and said softly:

"Senior brother matter, General Jiaoli smiled."

"Tianwen chapter, please accept the ...... general"

Liqi Dao looked at the scroll of the treasure of the rivers and lakes in his hand, squinted, and did not reach out to take it, but raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yang, whose arrogance gradually converged and dissipated, and said:

What does that mean? Scholar...... Yiye Xuan can also be regarded as a Jianghu sect, and a volume of Tianwen can be regarded as a top martial arts classic, don't you want it? ”

Jiang Yang said gently:

"Readers read the truth of the world, Tianwen fragment is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, Yu Yiye Xuan is not of great use, and again, it is Wen Yuan's careful thinking, after this time, even if he tries his best to keep the qi from escaping, at most two or three years, so, with this treasure, for Yi Ye Xuan, it is a blessing or a curse."

"I don't know how to leave the general......"

Liqidao smiled, without hesitation, reached out and grabbed the Tianwen fragment in Jiang Yang's hand, threw it in his hand, and said indifferently:

"Since Yiye Xuan can't catch the benefits of this hot hand, then I'm welcome, it just so happens that this thing is still of some use to me."

Jiang Yang bowed slightly and said:

"More generals."

Fu raised his eyes and looked at Wu Qiong next to him, handed the master's sword in his hand upside down, and said calmly:

"After today, Jiang Yang will no longer be able to serve as the master of Yiye Xuanxuan, I will take my junior brother to live in seclusion here in the back mountain and waterfall, and write down the thoughts in my heart as much as possible, if the descendants have similar ideas, maybe they can take a little less detours."

Wu Qiong couldn't cry.

Jiang Yang, the dying man, looked at it more openly, smiled, and said in a gentle tone that was not in a hurry as before:

"I also want to ask Elder Wu to go to Fufeng once, and ask Senior Uncle Ren to come out of the mountain and serve as the lord of Yiye Xuanxuan, and then I will write a handwritten letter, and Senior Uncle Ren will not sit idly by when he reads it."

"As for this sword, it was temporarily borrowed from the Great Qin Tianjing Taixue, when Elder Wu went down the mountain, please also transfer to Tianjing Taixue once, return this sword to its original owner, and say sorry."

"Lord Xuan's order."

Wu Qiong's face was full of tears, he bowed deeply when he heard the words, raised his hands, and took the master's sword, and at this time, he casually took the Tianwen fragment into his arms, and raised his hand to grasp the master's sword in his hand.

Wu Qiong was slightly shocked in his heart and looked up.

Liqi Dao played with this master's sword in his hand, although it was not a divine soldier, but its spirituality was even surpassing, and said:

"After all, Yiye Xuan is one of the seven sects of the rivers and lakes, it is not appropriate to go to Tianjing City rashly, not to mention that this old man is not as good as you, Tianda is a rotten Confucian, if he entrusts him to return this sword, he may be deceived and shaken out of everything."

"I'm going to go to Tianjing City in a while."

"I'll send you this sword."

Wu Qiong opened his mouth, angry in his heart, but he didn't know how to refute.

Jiang Yang thanked the general.

Liqi Dao held the sword in his right hand, took two steps, the sword hummed low, and was flicked on the blade of the sword by Liqi Dao, trembling, the thunder rolled violently on the blade, and then stabilized, but there was a low hum.

The old man stood on the bluestone in front of the hundred-zhang waterfall, exhaled a long breath, and said to himself:

"It's not as good as Zhenyue's hand, but it's also a broad sword."

"Barely works."

The voice was low, Jiang Yang and Wu Qiong next to him couldn't hear it clearly, Jiang Yang turned sideways, but saw the old man's right foot slowly take a step forward, and said:

"I followed the benefits this time, and I also suffered the cause and effect, Jiang Shusheng, you have too many eyes here, you said that there are thousands of waterfalls here, but the thousands of waterfalls can't wash away these pickled things."

"I'll help you ......"

casually inserted the master's sword upside down, and slowly raised his right hand from the abandonment.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, and the warriors are guarding the four directions."

"Gale, rise!"

As soon as he raised his hand, the storm suddenly stopped.

In the whole Yiye Xuan, there were eyes hidden in the shadows, and I saw the purple streamer floating from bottom to top like flying snow, and there was a faint low roar between heaven and earth, which made people tremble.

There was a loud bang, and the masters who were arranged in Yiye Xuan jumped into the air suddenly, not caring about hiding their figures anymore, and with their clever light skills, they jumped into the air, almost instantly sweeping a distance of more than ten zhang.

Everyone in Zixiao Mountain Villa approached Ye Xuan.

Yuan Ziyi was still unwilling to give up such a big temptation as the Tianwen fragment, and there was secret news to report that Jiang Yang, the previous one-leaf Xuanxuan Lord who had stepped on the realm of the grandmaster, had been secretly stabbed with a sword by his junior brother Zhang Zuosheng, and his cultivation was abolished, disrupting his qi.

Thinking about it, that volume of Tianwen had also fallen into the hands of Zhang Zuosheng.

Yuan Ziyi licked her lips, and her eyes flashed.

If it is an ordinary person, seeing such a situation, he will definitely have to turn his head and run, but he is not, since Zhang Zuosheng secretly attacked, he obviously failed to fully grasp Yiye Xuan, that is, there is still a considerable part of the strength loyal to Jiang Yang, the master of Xuan.

The more chaotic it is, the more likely it is to succeed.

And the more dangerous it is, the greater the reward will be.

Therefore, regardless of the worries of the two guest secretaries, he still decided to go to Yiye Xuan between the mountains and rivers to explore, and only then did he go forward for more than ten miles, and saw the qi surging in front of him, and a person rushed out from the direction of Yiye Xuan.

The woman's expression in Zixiao Villa changed slightly, and she raised her hand and drew her long sword, her body was already tense under the light veil, like a full long bow, and she could kill someone as soon as she let go.

Yuan Ziyi frowned slightly when he saw this, and said in a low voice:

"Who is it?"

"Hedong Gao Jinfang, a master of poison, kills a lot, is a honey-bellied sword for the population, and his methods are ruthless."

The old man next to him with a vision on his hands replied in a hoarse voice, and there was a muffled phlegm sound in his throat.

Yuan Ziyi raised her eyebrows.

The old man raised his hands slightly upwards and put on a defensive posture.

Anyone knows if they are friends or foes, Yuan Ziyi clenched the hilt of the long sword, hesitated, just pulled out an inch of the sword body, and the thoughts in his heart turned, not without any intention of joining forces.

But the master didn't look at them at all, he just walked away frantically, which made the three people of Zixiao Villa a little confused in their hearts, Yuan Ziyi laughed twice, and was about to open his mouth to mock one or two, but he could hear an irrepressible exclamation next to him.

Turning his head to look, he found a figure rushing out, just what he saw, he could call out three or five good players with names and surnames in Jiangnan Province, not to mention the remaining few people, who were able to step into the air, naturally climbed to the level of the middle and third grades, and at this time they all fled in a hurry.

The celestial phenomena in the sky had already dissipated.

This is also the reason why Yuan Ziyi dared to come to find out.

But at this time, the clouds and mist that had dispersed regathered, the long sword in Yuan Ziyi's hand trembled uneasily, and a burst of electric plasma suddenly erupted on the metal sword, causing Yuan Ziyi to subconsciously throw the long sword away and stick it upside down on the ground, still trembling.

The irascible thunder qi surged.

It is so dense that even the slightest movement can pull an arc of electricity in the air.

The old man muttered in a low voice, and then his body suddenly began to tremble, and his complexion, which was accustomed to the wind and rain, turned pale in an instant, Yuan Ziyi looked sideways, this guest secretary was a military general in Yasukuni back then, after the collapse of Yasukuni, he came out to walk the rivers and lakes, and wandered to Jiannan Road, only to be accepted by Zixiao Villa, and he was regarded as a guest secretary.

He has rich experience in the rivers and lakes, and he also knows how to deal with the housekeeper, what is rare is that he has mellow martial arts, and the four-grade realm qi is extremely abundant, under the grandmaster, there are few people who can match him, and there has been a record of one person who is not afraid of three middle and third-grade martial artists, and he is very courageous, and is valued by Yuan Shouyue.

But at this time, not only was his face pale, but his pupils were even more constricted.

Yuan Ziyi had studied medicine, and knew that this was the instinctive reaction of the human body after the fear and anger in his heart reached a certain level, and he didn't know what the old man had discovered, so he became more and more anxious in his heart, and couldn't help but take a step forward, press one hand on the old man's shoulder, and said in a loud voice:

"What's the matter?!"

"What's going on, Zhao Keqing, Zhao ......"

He likes to wear purple and luxurious things, and the belt around his waist is mixed with gold and silver filigree, which looks elegant and noble, this chaos, his body brushes through the air, and suddenly a terrifying thunder light only lights up in front of his eyes, or rather, it lights up at the same time around this Ye Xuan.

The roar of the thunder only echoed in his ears, and the old man seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and took a step forward and roared angrily:

"Tyrannical Qin!"

The voice was loud, startling Yuan Ziyi.

The old man went back and forth, and the anger in his mouth was still the same, as if there was unspeakable resentment:

"Shenmu !!"

But after only three steps, he was swallowed up by the qi of heaven and earth, coughed up blood, knelt on the ground, the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood, and he supported the ground with one hand, still unwilling to look at the sky.

On the top of the mountain, someone shouted.

As a result, endless thunder and light converged, turning into a pure thunder and angry dragon, roaring with its head high, guarding the entire Yiye Xuan under it, which in addition to the fierce qi of the martial artist, there was also a vast heavenly machine from Tianwen.

The convergence of the two is like a tiger with wings.

Thunder is the pivot of heaven and earth.

An old man with a sword, white hair and green shirt, stepped on the dragon's head, his temples and white hair were blown by the wind, but the more he looked at it.

In the long chant that shook the heavens and the earth, the angry dragon seemed to come back to life, and the pieces of scale armor were clear, rushing towards the heavenly dome, raising its head and roaring, tearing apart the clouds and mist of the entire heavenly dome.

PS: Today's first update is ............ Three thousand four hundred words