When the silver-haired and handsome-looking Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun appeared in the Tianshan Sect, he was greeted by a cluster of sword light like silver-white waves. Fan Qinglin stood steadily in the middle of the Tianshan Sect's sword training ground, quietly waiting for him to arrive.

The Heavenly Demon smiled slightly, and leapt off his neatly haired green horse, standing firmly on the ground with his feet firmly on the ground. Once his tall figure stood upright on the ground, it gave people the feeling of sheltering the clouds and the sun, and the attic houses of the Tianshan Sect seemed to be a little shorter in front of him. The Heavenly Demon glanced at Fan Qinglin, took a few steps forward, arched his hand slightly, and said, "Brother Fan, it's been a long time. It's always good."

Fan Qinglin looked motionless and said coldly, "TOEFL, it's okay."

Zi Kunlun smiled elegantly, the contours of the corners of his mouth twisted slightly upward, giving people a superhuman confidence in controlling everything: "Thanks to Brother Fan, let a few of your disciples travel thousands of miles to visit my old friend. I've thanked you here."

"Sure enough, it's a Heavenly Demon!" There was a commotion among the disciples of the Heavenly Mountains, and countless eyes converged on Zi Kunlun's body with both surprise and hatred.

"Those apprentices must have been inconsiderate, which gave Brother Kunlun a headache." Fan Qinglin said coldly.

"It's nothing," Zi Kunlun smiled lightly, "They've worked too hard all the way, I'll let them rest in Kunlun Cave." They won't have to work so hard anymore."

The corners of Fan Qinglin's mouth twitched, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were piled up, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant. "They're all dead?" He asked.

Zi Kunlun smiled coldly, but didn't answer.

"Is Lian Feng good?" Fan Qinglin suddenly asked.

Zi Kunlun's eyebrows jumped and he snorted softly.

"He got away?" Fan Qinglin's face showed irrepressible joy, "Okay!"

Zi Kunlun tilted his head and glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Brother Fan is really self-contained. The people of Middle-earth are indeed extraordinary, and several disciples have died one after another, and they can still laugh."

"Humph!" Fan Qinglin smiled slightly, "The thousand coffins came out of the door, his family was so prosperous, the son and father died first, and the grandson was mourned. Passing on the torch from generation to generation, may it be. The older generation has lived too long, but the younger generation has no chance to show their faces. They died well, died well."

"Brother Fan's insights are incisive, and Zi admires him very much." The Heavenly Demon's face showed a solemn expression, "What is the purpose of my arrival in Tianshan today, I already know what Brother Fan has in his heart."

Fan Qinglin nodded and said, "Brother Kunlun's magic has been accomplished, and he is single here, so he wants to show his majesty."

Zi Kunlun smiled bitterly and said, "Zi has never met an opponent in his life, isn't his majesty enough? It's just that the great Turkic cause is about to rise, and the Tianshan faction is like a thorn in the back, and it has to be removed. Otherwise, with such an interesting neighbor by his side, why would Zi be lonely?"

Fan Qinglin's eyes widened, and he said solemnly: "Brother Kunlun is a wise and enlightened person, can't you see the general trend of the world, now my Datang is as famous as the sky, and the heroes outside the gate are vying to cling to each other, and the Quartet is worshipping. And the Turkic sun is twilight in the western mountains, and time is running out. When the Turks are destroyed, the Tang Dynasty is prosperous, this is the mandate of heaven, and manpower must not be violated. Brother Kunlun, why don't you let go of your embrace, swim in the green mountains and green waters, and ignore the grievances and grievances in the world."

Zi Kunlun's eyes flashed with coldness, and he said coldly: "You pretend to be righteous people, what do you say in accordance with the time. Don't you know the truth that obedience is cheap, and the contradiction is precious. Let me ask you, if the Mandate of Heaven is about to die and the Turks are in trouble, can the Tianshan Sect transcend things?"

Fan Qinglin was slightly stunned, and was speechless for a while.

Zi Kunlun looked around proudly, and said, "Besides, the doctrine of destiny is slim and untrustworthy. My Turkic destiny is up to me, not to heaven. Today, I, Zikunlun, are here, vowing to sweep away the Tianshan faction, and the chickens and dogs will not be left. You Tianshan lineage, what other tricks do you have, just use them."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted a round of thunderous shouts from all directions. Fan Qinglin raised his hands and said, "Silence!" The commotion was immediately quelled. He slowly pulled out the loose sword he was wearing at his waist, placed it across his chest, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Kunlun has come from afar. My Tianshan faction has nothing to repay, Fan Moute dedicated the Tianshan Sword Technique to the last one of the Flying Cliff Sword, for my brother to appreciate, in order to eliminate the fatigue of the boat and car."

Zi Kunlun showed a look of appreciation in his eyes, and said indifferently: "Brother Fan is really elegant, but Zi is disrespectful."

Fan Qinglin took a big step forward, his left foot was deep in the hard soil of the Tianshan Sword Training Ground, and the pine sword pointed straight at Zi Kunlun who was standing not far in front of him, and the sword light was as clear as the spring water of the blue abyss, and it was full of brilliance. He suddenly burst into a shout, his thin body seemed to swell up in an instant, his sleeves were blowing, and the joints and walls of his body were ringing non-stop. All the Tianshan disciples who watched the battle were amazed, no one expected that their always beloved master Bozu would actually practice such a pure external skill.

Only Zi Kunlun knew that this was not an external skill at all, but Fan Qinglin ran his internal force into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, forcing out all the potential in his body. He once taught this method of practice in Kunlun Cave. However, at that time, Bi Chop, Fei Tianji and Linghu Yao only had one move, "Eight Veins Burning the Sky", which had already impressed him. Now Fan Qinglin turned out to be a complete set of swordsmanship. The power of this sword technique is probably difficult for even immortals to resist. Zi Kunlun's face showed a hint of excitement to see the hunting heart.

The cold air on the sword training ground seemed to erupt from the Nine Shadows Abyss, and the water vapor in the air instantly formed a layer of ice chips on the hair of the surrounding Tianshan disciples. Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun's smile was cold and indifferent, and he didn't make any gestures in his hands, but his extremely pure magic skills quietly laid a heavy net around Fan Qinglin.

Fan Qinglin glared at him and let out a long roar, and the long sword turned into a blue and blue tide, and attacked the upper three roads of Zi Kunlun like a sea of stars and rain. Zi Kunlun's left hand suddenly appeared a crystal clear white jade color, and his posture gracefully flipped upward, gently and skillfully knocking towards Fan Qinglin's four-foot pine sword. Fan Qinglin's sword momentum was halfway through, as if it had hit an insurmountable mountain, and it was completely impossible to exert it happily. His heart was bright, and he knew that after the Purple Kunlun was connected into the Nine Tribulations, the Ming Jade Tribulation from the Cold to the Yin had been completed, and the Ming Jade Tribulation could form a true qi that was like a substance, like the cold ice of an iceberg for ten thousand years, and with the intention of the practitioner, it turned into various strange forms, and it was invincible. When his sword momentum met the true qi of the Ming Jade Tribulation, it was like hitting Kunlun Snow Peak, and it was difficult to surpass it.

"Brother Kunlun has good skills, and he has finally practiced the Ming Jade Tribulation!" Fan Qinglin unexpectedly completely reined in the original indomitable sword momentum, pointed his long sword at the sky, bowed his neck, and was ready to attack.

"The sword just now is not a sacrificial sword, Zi almost fell for Brother Fan." Zi Kunlun secretly applauded Fan Qinglin's sword momentum just now, like thunder, like Ning Bi, just a sword to confuse the enemy, but he was full of energy, and he won the essence of superior swordsmanship.

Seeing that his calculations were seen through by the other party, Fan Qinglin secretly admired the unfathomable wisdom of the Heavenly Demon in his heart. "Just now it was just a sword to confuse the enemy, but I didn't expect Brother Kunlun to move like a mountain, which made my Fan's next arrangement a child's play, admire."

"The resourcefulness of the Han people was really an eye-opener for me. Brother Fan's dragon sword just now, if I use any move other than the Ming Yu Tribulation to attack, all the subsequent moves will fall into Brother Fan's grasp. When I thought that the Heavenly Mountain Sacrifice Sword Technique was nothing more than that, the Flying Cliff Divine Sword broke through the sky and taught me how to resist." Zi Kunlun smiled slightly, "Brother Fan, Zi is becoming more and more curious about this set of swordsmanship, so it is better to come out quickly."

"Brother Kunlun begged each other, and dared to disobey his fate." Fan Qinglin's eyes flashed, and a lightning sword wiped towards Zi Kunlun's neck. This sword is light and ingenious, with neither ferocious momentum nor flexible change, and only occupies a quick word. Zi Kunlun raised his eyebrows, his body took half a step back like a ghost, and carefully let go of the sword. Fan Qinglin's sword passed through the air, making a sharp sound of breaking the sky, sweeping past the place where Zi Kunlun was standing just now, and a thunderous explosion sound came, and all the stone slabs in the place turned into extremely fine powder, and the sky was raised, gray and misty, as if a thick fog suddenly fell. Fan Qinglin's body rose from the ground at this moment, his thin body shot into the blue sky like a bullet, and the green mangs of the pine sword rose more and more like flames in his hands, and when he reached the peak of this vertical leap, with an earth-shattering shout, a green mang was like a nine-day rainbow, and in an instant, it penetrated through the space of four or five zhang, towards the place where Zi Kunlun stood. The place where Qingmang passed, there were continuous explosions along the way, and the dust was flying, and the momentum was amazing, that is, the Qingfeng Hall Master was reborn, and once again used her signature Eight Wind Array Diagram, and it was nothing more than that.

Zi Kunlun's figure was completely enveloped in the mist of ash and the azure light of the sky, and disappeared. Fan Qinglin's eyes narrowed, and through the qi induction, he already knew the location of the Heavenly Demon, and he snorted coldly: "Brother Kunlun, please advise." His pine-patterned sword made a perfect half-arc around him, and the cold green light cut into the incomparably hard bluestone slab in front of him as if inserted into the decaying earth. A large enclave weighing more than a thousand catties was propped up by his sword, and then a howling wind blew towards the place where the Heavenly Demon stood.

"Haha, in the Flying Cliff Sword, there is actually this clumsy and fierce move, my Zi opened his eyes today." Zi Kunlun looked up to the sky and laughed, raised his palm, and the enclave smashed by the thunderous force was torn apart under his palm, shattered into seven or eight pieces, and flew up all over the sky.

At this moment, Fan Qinglin rushed up one of the flying gravels like a cloud of green smoke, and with a twist of the long sword, a sword qi in the shape of an arc, like the gentle long sleeves of the Nine Heavens Fairy, rolled towards Zi Kunlun's waist. Zi Kunlun looked smug and turned gracefully, like a humble and elegant dancer, dancing with a fairy's invitation, indescribably natural. He let this move and raised his hand to fight back, but found that Fan Qinglin was on top of the flying stone, and all the flaws in the lower plate were covered, while the flaws in the upper middle lane were even more out of reach. This kind of flying down move was originally a master's attack move for a mediocre quick knife to cut through the mess, although it occupies a height advantage, but the lower plate is open, giving the opponent enough space to counterattack. Now Fan Qinglin's body is standing on top of the enclave, and all the flaws that should have disappeared have disappeared, which can be said to have taken advantage of the time and place, as if his martial arts have doubled.

Zi Kunlun could only stand with his palms closed, waiting for the next wave of offensives, but he had more respect for Wang Qiong who created this set of swordsmanship. Fan Qinglin's body was like a light wind, and he staggered on another piece of gravel like lightning, and the sword qi came across the air, Zi Kunlun broke off, his palms came out together, and Mingyu was transported to the extreme, and he took the sword steadily. Before his dignified palm power gradually dissipated, Fan Qinglin had already staggered and flew onto another piece of gravel, the sword light shining like a meteor, and seven or eight cyan sword rays surrounded Zi Kunlun like a poisonous snake. Before these sword qi could be accomplished, Fan Qinglin had already flown to the enclave gravel in the distance, and the sword light was surging, pointing at the vital point of the Heavenly Demon. This series of fights all happened at the moment when the flying stones were dancing in the sky, and when all the gravel fell to the ground, the two of them had already exchanged twenty-seven moves in this lightning moment.

The Tianshan disciples in the distance could only see that their head turned into a green cloud, hovering on the flying stones in the sky for a while, and then fell, and the twenty-seven earth-shattering sword styles were completely invisible.

When the smoke and dust settled, Zi Kunlun still stood proudly in the center of the sword training ground, smiling. And Fan Qinglin pointed his sword at the ground, and blood slowly flowed out of his eyes, mouth, and ears.

"Brother Fan, admire!" Zi Kunlun applauded vigorously and said, "For the first time in his life, Zi Mou couldn't resist under the opponent's thirty-two rapid attacks. The fight just now is really something that I have only seen in my life, and the Tianshan Flying Cliff Sword is worthy of its name."

Fan Qinglin trembled all over, forcibly endured the blood that was about to be exported, and did not say anything.

"It's a pity that such an amazing sword technique is extremely laborious, even a person in the prime of life can't urge such a wonderful and gorgeous move intact, not to mention that Brother Fan is almost old, no wonder you call him a sacrificial sword technique. I heard that there is a set of very reluctant swords in Ailao Mountain in Yunnan, which is also extremely ingenious and powerful, and the user will turn into ashes when the swordsmanship is over, and it should be in contrast to this swordsmanship." Zi Kunlun said leisurely, "Brother Fan's blood is flowing for a long time at this moment, if the nosebleed falls, it will be the time when the time comes."

Fan Qinglin heeled, raised his head high, took a step forward with his left foot, and the long sword stood out of thin air. Zi Kunlun's eyes flashed, and he said, "Brother Fan is so surprising to Zi, is there still a trick left to do?"

A vague smile appeared on Fan Qinglin's face, and his left foot suddenly rose high, and then stomped down suddenly. A crack and thunderbolt suddenly came, and the originally rock-solid bluestone slab under Zi Kunlun's feet seemed to turn into a void in an instant, and the center of the entire sword training ground suddenly sank down three feet, and the smoke and dust rose again. Zi Kunlun's footing was unstable, and his body was slightly tilted. At this moment, Fan Qinglin suddenly attacked, his body instantly turned into countless images full of heaven, and the sword light formed a terrifying web of death in a five-zhang radius, striking towards the swaying body of the Heavenly Demon in all directions.

In the eyes of the surrounding Tianshan disciples, Fan Qinglin seemed to be incarnated into tens of millions, and in the mid-air in all directions, there was a Fan Qinglin who was holding different sword techniques and performing different sword techniques. These images are so clear, as if condensed in the sky, accompanied by the sound of countless sharp swords piercing through the air that sneer, as well as the moving cold sword light that fills the scene, leaving an indelible impression.

Then, Fan Qinglin's figure disappeared, obscured by the smoke and dust that rolled wildly in the sky, and Zi Kunlun's figure also disappeared, disappearing into Fan Qinglin's countless images, and there was a thunderous thunderbolt on the sword training field.

A gray shadow burst out of smoke and dust like lightning, and the speed gradually slowed down, it turned out to be Fan Qinglin, his long sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and slowly slid on the still smooth remnant bluestone slab for a long time before he stopped. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the figure of the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun was still majestic. The ground that should have sunk under his feet was condensed by a strange technique, arching high like a huge mushroom, making him stand as steady as Mount Tai, and this peerless skill was no longer possessed by mortals.

"Good Heavenly Demon, Good Kung Fu." Fan Qinglin slowly wiped the blood from his face with his hand and put the long sword into its sheath.

"Brother Fan's last sword moved the heavens and the earth, Zi was not talented, relying on the Ming Yu Tribulation to urge the cold qi and freeze Brother Fan's smooth and fast swordsmanship moves, he barely passed the level. It's a pity that Brother Fan can see some scenes that you shouldn't have seen before you died." Zi Kunlun said indifferently.

Fan Qinglin glanced around, only to see the Tianshan disciples in the front row watching the battle around him fall to the ground, lined up in a neat circle on the ground, their faces flushed with iron blue, and they had died of exhaustion.

Fan Qinglin's face changed miserably and was silent.

"Brother Fan doesn't have to be sad, although they took a step earlier, they also saw the last move of the Flying Cliff Sword at the closest distance, although they have no regrets." Zi Kunlun said coldly.

"Okay," Fan Qinglin spurted out a mouthful of blood and said reluctantly, "Our Tianshan Sect will not be able to escape this catastrophe today. However, after breaking and standing, the Tianshan faction will only be more prosperous in the future. Brother Kunlun, although you can kill all the children of Tianshan today, the Tianshan sword technique will still be passed down forever in heaven and earth. Can you kill everyone in the world?" He smiled and threw away his sword, turning his body into blood powder and scattering in all directions.

"Master Bozu --!" All the Tianshan disciples frantically rushed to the place where Fan Qinglin had died, crying loudly. Among them, the one who cried the hardest was the leader disciple Zhan Yixin. He was originally a horse thief who was forced to the desert by the Sui Dynasty to trade in the green forest, and he was forced to do something harmful in order to make a living. was caught by the disciples of Tianshan and brought to Tianchi for public trial. It was Fan Qinglin who saw that he was young and helpless, and he took risks for his livelihood, so not only did he not kill him, but let him worship under the Tianshan Gate, and became a disciple of the Tianshan Mountain that everyone envied. Since then, he has walked with his head held high on the rivers and lakes, which is very different from his previous career. In his heart, he has long regarded Fan Qinglin as a father and mother of recreation. Now that the great benefactor has been killed by this demon outside the plug, he can still endure it.

"Fuck," he remembered the fierce blood of the horse thieves before, "Senior brothers, the sword array is waiting!" All the disciples of the Tianshan Mountains shared the same hatred, and rows of neat sword formations surrounded Zi Kunlun on top of each other.

"Give it to me!" Zhan Yixin shouted wildly, and was the first to rush forward. None of the disciples of the Tianshan Mountains were frightened, and everyone, including the disciples who had just started, rushed forward with a three-foot green front towards the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun.

Zi Kunlun sneered slightly, put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky with his head held high, standing motionless like a mountain, Ming Yujiao quietly urged out, and in an instant, the entire sword training field was shrouded in a cold mist that would not disperse, and all the Tianshan disciples who rushed into the fog felt cold blood in an instant, and fell to the ground. The disciples in the front row fell to the ground, and the disciples in the back row didn't think about it, and stepped over the corpse with an arrow step, and then rushed forward. The disciples with weak skills were frozen to death by the pressing cold five zhang away from the Heavenly Demon Purple Kunlun, while the strong ones could break into the three-foot land, but they could not escape death. Some of the leading disciples could rush in front of him, but they couldn't stop his casual moves, and they all died under his invincible Seven Evil Palms.

In this way, within an hour, all the eight hundred Tianshan disciples were lying on the shore of Tianchi Lake. The spring of Tianchi seems to have disappeared at this moment.

The Heavenly Demon looked at the corpses all over the ground lonely, and sighed secretly, feeling a sigh in his heart. Suddenly, a disciple struggled out of the pile of corpses, holding a long sword in his hand, and stabbed at him.

The Heavenly Demon was slightly stunned, and with a flick of his long sleeves, this disciple's body immediately flew more than a foot away, and fell to the ground with his back to the sky. He slammed up again, waving his long sword in his hand, staggering up straight, his eyebrows crossed, and shouted, "Heavenly Demon, I'm fighting with you!"

The Heavenly Demon frowned and asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

This person was none other than the leader disciple Zhan Yixin, who struggled to resist the cold air that seemed to freeze his blood, and scolded angrily, "Why should I be afraid, you killed me! If you kill me today, tomorrow I will go to the Netherworld and destroy your eighteen generations of ancestors. Remember, my name is Zhan Yixin." After he finished speaking, he also exhausted the last bit of true qi, and Ming Yujiao's cold skill immediately froze him.

The midday sun shone on the earth, but it couldn't disperse the yin wind and cold air that permeated the Tianshan Sword Sect. Heavenly Demon Zi Kunlun walked to the statue of Wang Qiong in the lakeside pavilion, looked up at the chic smile that would never change, smiled bitterly, and said, "Wang Qiong, Wang Qiong, my Heavenly Demon has been pretentious all my life, and now I know that I am still far inferior to you." He looked around at the empty Tianshan Mountain, two pavilions and one residence, sighed, whistled, and summoned the sturdy green horse to his side.

"The Tianshan faction is finished. There is also the Shaolin Temple, the Yue Nu Palace." Zi Kunlun's eyes were cold, and he flew on his horse and walked away.