Dragon's Head Peak!

Longshou Peak is the most powerful vein of Qingyun Gate except for Tongtian Peak, the first is Cangsong Dao people, in charge of Qingyun Gate's punishment, Cangsong Dao people are extremely powerful.

Longshou Peak, in addition to the highest hall, is also scattered with rows of stone houses, which is where the ordinary disciples of Longshou Peak live.

As for Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu, the personal disciples of Cangsong Daoren, they live at the same level as their master.

So most of the time, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu lived in the palace of Longshou Peak.

It's night!

There were no clouds, the moon was shrouded in darkness, and Longshou Peak was unusually quiet, but at this moment, there was a slight sound of breaking the air, and I saw a shadow in the distance, like a shapeshift, coming towards Longshou Peak.

This figure was supposed to be a few hundred meters away, but with just one breath, this figure flashed a few afterimages, and it was already approaching, and this figure was covered with a cloth on its face, and it was difficult to see the face.

He walked extremely deep, and he didn't need the sword to fly, and directly volleyed towards the temple of Longshou Peak at a ghostly speed, and finally entered the temple of Longshou Peak.

"I haven't stepped here for decades, but the environment here is still so familiar," the man with a black cloth on his face muttered to himself as he looked at the magnificent temple of Longshou Peak.

In the voice, there is endless nostalgia and gloom.

At the same time that this person stepped into the hall of Longshou Peak, in a certain room of the side hall, there were two disciples sleeping soundly, and two swords were placed next to them.

One of the swords is turquoise in color, the sword body is engraved with the shape of a dragon, the rui qi is steaming, and the turquoise is like water, which is not ordinary at first glance.

The long sword, which was originally quiet, suddenly shook irregularly, and the jade light of the sword body was great, dyeing the entire room in a turquoise color, and there was a faint dragon groan, as if the dragon-shaped creature engraved on the sword body came to life and made a dragon groan.

This sword, like spirituality, shook violently, and the turquoise color of the room reflected on the faces of the two sleeping people next to them, the two of them were probably in their early twenties, but they were very handsome, their eyebrows were sharpened, and the bridge of their noses was high.

"Old friend, I haven't seen you for decades, you're okay" The next moment, the masked man appeared in the room, glanced at the two sleeping people, and then picked up the long sword that bloomed emerald green next to him, and stroked it gently, like touching a beloved object.

When the words fell, the long sword shook violently, and faintly, it seemed that the sound of longing came out.

"I've missed your old friend for decades," the masked man whispered, as he seemed to be able to read the sword's mind.

"I've found a good heir for you now, and you can follow him later," the masked man said, then picked up his sword and was about to leave.

"Who are you...."

The moment the masked man turned around, one of the young men on the bed woke up and found that there was an additional masked man in the room, and he was still holding his brother's sword.

But before he finished speaking, the masked man's figure flickered, came to the sober man, and stretched out his hand to the other party's body.

I saw that the man who came to his senses suddenly fell softly.

After doing all this, the masked man left the temple, only to find a tall figure standing at the door of the temple, which made the masked man pause.

Standing in front of the masked man was a man with a powerful aura, with a well-defined silhouette, thick eyebrows, a face that remained serious all the time, and a pair of sharp eyes staring at the masked man.

"Who are you, you dare to go up to my Dragon Head Peak and steal my Dragon Head Peak treasure" A majestic voice spat out of his mouth, and a pair of cold eyes stared at the masked man.

The person who stopped in front of the masked man was naturally the first Cangsong Daoist of Longshou Peak.

Cangsong Dao is profound, and he can monitor Longshou Peak's every move, and someone has broken into his territory, so he is naturally under his control.

Cangsong Daoren stared at the masked man in front of him tightly, with fear in his eyes, because the masked man's aura in front of him was unfathomable.

His strength is not below him, or even above him.

The long sword in the other party's hand is the dragon sword, which is taken from the green crystal of the southern Xinjiang extremely bitter land, which took six years to refine, and there was thunder in the sky on the day the sword was completed, and the feathers fell like dragon blood, and it was named the dragon sword.

This sword is the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, it is difficult to find in the world, this dragon slaying sword is also the supporting of the four true recipes of Qingyunmen to kill ghosts and gods, only by using the dragon slaying sword to perform the true trick of killing ghosts and gods, can you exert the true power of the true recipe of killing ghosts and gods.

What's more, this dragon slaying sword is the sword he respects his senior brother Wan Jianyi the most, and he will never allow it to be lost.

For Cangsong Daoren's answer, the masked man did not answer, and his body flickered, and he turned into a faint shadow, rising to the sky, and wanted to come out of the dragon's first peak.

"Where to go"

Cangsong Daoist shouted angrily, urged his whole body to cultivate, stepped on the ground, and the ground was shattered by the powerful force.

The speed of Cangsong Daoren is like a high-speed flying arrow, chasing straight up, and at the same time pinching the trick in his hand, chanting words in his mouth, and blooming a bright light in the dark night.

A long sword that released a dazzling light appeared in front of Cangsong Daoren.

"Disease"

Cangsong Daoren pinched the trick with one hand, and then pointed a little at the body of the masked man in front of him, and the long sword next to him, like a beam of light, stabbed at the back of the masked man.

The masked man in front of him seemed to sense the danger, turned around and stopped, he had already held the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, and a steady stream of spiritual energy was infused into the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Rumble!

The dragon slaying sword emitted the sound of a dragon's groan, and the sword body emitted a turquoise light, and the green rays reflected the night, like the blue sea and blue sky, dyeing the entire night into turquoise.

In the dark night, because of the two of them, the entire sky turned white and turquoise, and the light of the two colors vaguely formed a sense of confrontation.

The masked man swung the dragon slashing sword, colliding with the long sword sacrificed by the Cangsong Dao people, and suddenly made a banging sound, with the two swords as the center, the terrifying aura erupted, sweeping away in all directions.

Swish!

The long sword of the Cangsong Daoist suddenly rolled back backwards, and the Cangsong Daoist who was rushing towards him reached out and held his real name magic weapon in his hand.

Then a burst of aura erupted, and the Cangsong Daoist burst out of breath, and a layer of spiritual power shield appeared around his body, resisting the wave of aura eruption.

Then he looked at the masked man standing in the air, standing in the air, towering and motionless.

Cangsong Daoren saw the other party's appearance, his eyes were full of strong jealousy, the other party was very close to the place where the two magic weapons collided, but the other party was motionless, except for the sound of hunting in clothes, there was nothing at all.

From this, it can be seen that the other party's Dao Xing is terrifyingly high, even stronger than him, and the six people in Qingyunmen besides him, including Dao Xuan, are estimated to not have such a high Dao Xing.

Could it be that the other party is not from Qingyunmen.

Cangsong Daoren's eyes were vigilant, and he shouted angrily again: "Who are you?"

(End of chapter)