The momentum soared into the sky, and the celestial phenomena within a radius of dozens of miles moved because of it, and the stratus clouds gathered, obscuring the sunlight, and there was a hidden blood surge, and the wine on his face instantly became extremely ugly.

"Blue Blood Danqing?"

"Bastard!"

In the angry shouts, he was about to make a move, restrain this familiar junior, break his internal strength, or let him have a few years of life, but at this time, He Yuxuan was wrapped in the power of the blade, with a will to die, and he shot ruthlessly, it seemed to be merciless, hitting the key points everywhere, and Gong Yu, who was able to beat him before, was knocked away after only a few confluences at this time.

Holding the sword and half-kneeling on the ground, his face became more and more pale, and it was difficult to make a move.

Jiu Zizi was furious in his heart, and gradually stopped showing mercy, he has been famous for a long time, and the strength of his iron palm is strong enough to split mountains and break mountains, even if He Yuxuan uses the art of burning his life, and has the help of blades, he is by no means his opponent, and gradually falls behind.

You come and go, and then fight more than a dozen moves, the old man slapped his left hand, opened his offensive, grabbed the five fingers on He Yuxuan's chest, raised his right hand, above the sky, there was a faint tiger probing claws, thunder roared, and he wanted to kill the man who was ruthless and seemed to take his life.

At this moment, He Yuxuan's face became calm, and he said in a low voice:

"Uncle Wine......"

It was as if a sharp sword had pierced the heart of the wine.

The old man seemed to see the fallen young man from decades ago in front of him, and the friendship of the past came to mind, and the murderous aura disappeared, and the palm that was enough to smash a hill was paused in the air like that, and it was difficult to fall.

A complicated look appeared in He Yuxuan's lowered eyebrows, and his left hand brushed over several big points on the old man's body.

In an instant, you can see life and death.

But He Yuxuan did not attack Jiu Zizai, but took advantage of this time to perform the body technique of splitting light and turning shadows, instantly divided into seven figures, broke free from under Jiu Zizai's palm, stepped out, and the seven bodies were one, and they had already appeared in the inner hall, and the blade in his hand hissed and slashed.

Zhu Ling, as the head of the house, pressed the sword in his hand and was about to make a move.

The Great Elder had already drunk into his throat, stepped out, and pointed to the sword, and fell towards He Yuxuan's acupoint, but at this time, He Yuxuan's face dissipated all the murderous aura, his eyebrows were clear, and he said softly Sorry, on the magic knife in his palm, the strength suddenly converged, and let the finger of the third-grade grandmaster fall on his acupoint.

On the Qingfeng solution, there are ten thousand swords in unison.

The sharp sword qi pierced through He Yuxuan's thin body, rushed towards the heavenly dome, and shattered the celestial phenomena that were triggered.

Three thousand miles of land, the sky is sunny.

There is thunder on a sunny day.

White rainbow through the sun.

The rabbit fell and fell, only in the blink of an eye, the quiet-eyed woman withdrew her right hand, and the blade in He Yuxuan's hand was loosened and fell to the ground, and Wu Zi was unwilling to whisper.

His body shook and he fell to the ground.

There was no blood shedding, with the speed of the Great Elder's sword qi, it was enough to give birth to thunder sound, and before the blood could flow out, it had been completely annihilated, and by the time the wine rushed into the hall from the outside, He Yuxuan was completely exhausted.

The eyebrows and eyes are calm, as if asleep.

…………………………………………

He Yuxuan's death cast a bleak shadow over the birthday banquet.

But what shocked Wang Anfeng and others even more was the demeanor of that sword.

It's just a random move, and it will change the world, this kind of means, almost like they are not the same world, it can really be called an immortal, that is, Wang Anfeng has seen it before, Ni Tianxing, who has jumped into the master of the third grade, and he can't do such a terrifying thing with the Divine Soldier who recognizes the Lord.

Three thousand miles of celestial changes.

Almost encompassing the territory of a county, it was naturally impossible for the Great Qin Qin Heavenly Prison to turn a blind eye.

The second day of the birthday feast.

The world's peerless list was urgently posted again, and the five phoenix swords of the divine soldiers were abandoned, and the great elder of Qingfeng Jie, who was originally thought to have been damaged in strength, Murong Qingxue, re-entered the peerless position, surpassing the seventh in the world.

A sword light is three thousand miles cold.

The world is convinced.

There was a sound of excited laughter from the Tianshan Sword Sect, which led to the roar of the long sword, and the wind of the Fufeng Xue Palace Fengzilou, the green shirt seemed to be hidden under the light, and Fu straightened his back by two points.

And Qingfeng solved the surrounding counties, and the forces of the rivers and lakes also began to change, and the people in the left side of the door were like a fire on their buttocks, and they hurriedly transferred the capital of their own disciples.

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man who kicked the whole world out of his own world walked back and forth in front of his thatched house, walked two steps, and then looked at the world outside, his eyes were about to pop out, and he still didn't take a step.

Scratching his belly through his clothes, he turned around and let out a long sigh, and went back to his room.

It doesn't matter if the world is black or white, the wind is surging.

As soon as the door closes.

What does it have to do with me.

Maybe it was a little more force, or maybe it was in disrepair, and the door swayed and fell straight to the back.

On Kunlun Mountain, the old man's angry voice was heard.

The world in the outside world has a little surging because of the sword of the Great Elder, but Wang Anfeng and the others who are in the center of this storm have not been able to notice it at all, I am afraid that it will be a few months later for the dark tide to surface before they can suddenly notice it.

Fufeng Xuegong and others pondered on this Qingfeng solution for a few days, and got up to say goodbye.

Fu Mofuzi originally planned to fly back to the school palace alone, but his organ bird had been shattered into a piece of slag, so he simply borrowed a horse from Qingfeng's solution, and walked with Wang Anfeng and others.

Fu Mozi left the Qingfeng Xie and seemed to relax a lot in an instant.

Sitting on the back of the horse, he refreshed his muscles and bones, and said happily:

"I'm going to buy some materials for the mechanism on the road, and you still have some other things, so don't you tell them together."

"Let's decide which route we want to take to get back."

Bailifeng and the three of them all shook their heads, Wang Anfeng was about to say that he was fine, but he thought of the boy Ah Ping who was saved at that time, and his voice paused slightly.

Although it is the best arrangement to let Ah Ping live with his father.

But that village was not a good place to grow up.

With this in mind, Wang Anfeng raised his eyes to look at the old man and said:

"There's one more thing for the juniors."

……………………………………

Before Wang Anfeng and the others left, Jiu Zizi had already said goodbye.

After all, it was an acquaintance with He Yuxuan, the old man couldn't bear his violent corpse wilderness, but he didn't know where his family was, so he had to take it back to his hometown for burial, in front of his grave, drank a night of turbid wine, and when the morning light gradually came out, he shook the gourd, sprinkled the wine on the grave, and got up to leave.

The rivers and lakes are far away.

Seven days later, two figures appeared in front of the rough tomb.

A man at the head of the group wore a black power suit, bowed to the tomb, straightened up, and there was an invisible energy explosion, causing the black coffin to rise from the ground, and with a flick of the sleeve robe, the coffin lid on it was lifted, revealing He Yuxuan's body.

The man said sorry, and reached out to touch the sword marks on He Yuxuan's corpse, but when he touched the sword marks an inch away, his expression changed suddenly, and he stepped back again and again, and he retreated seven or eight steps before stopping, his breathing was slightly short, and the heavenly silk gloves on his palm were directly shattered, revealing a palm full of cuts.

The man dressed as a Taoist priest behind him said with a slight complexity:

"It's so strong."

"It looks like we're going to continue to hibernate for a while."

"Hmm."

His companion's reply was rather cold, and he was already familiar with it, so he didn't care. His eyes fell on He Yuxuan's face, who looked calm, and he sighed slightly:

"However, I never thought that he would withdraw his internal force and force Murong Qingxue's sword."

"It's like looking for death."

The man in front of him covered his injured and slightly trembling palm, but his voice was very calm, and he said:

"That's the only option he has to offer."

"Holding the magic knife and fighting Murong Qingxue, killing with one move, can be regarded as completing the requirements."

"That's the limit of what he can retreat."

"Even though he was coerced, he was still a Confucian scholar in his bones."

"Kind of a gentleman."

His voice paused slightly, looked at his companion, and said:

"Unlike you, he has a bottom line."

The Taoist priest laughed out loud.

The laughter that should have been very kind was like a night owl in the night, a little mad, and said:

"Gentleman? The bottom line? You should know that gentlemen, chivalrous and other things are just the constraints they impose on themselves. ”

The voice paused slightly, and the Taoist priest felt that this kind of topic was really boring, so he simply stopped talking and turned to ask about other things, saying:

"By the way, you said he had done what he wanted."

"Then Ah Xiao, his old father, wife and children, what are you going to do?"

Ah Xiao's expression was very cold.

He is meticulous in his work, and he really doesn't like to laugh at all.

"Detoxify, give money, send away."

The Taoist priest was not surprised when he heard this, he looked Ah Xiao up and down, and suddenly said:

"I didn't even know that you were also a trustworthy gentleman."

Ah Xiao shook his head and said seriously:

"No, I'm a wicked person."

"Wicked through and through."

PS: Second update