In the forging pool, the magma is rolling, the heat is rushing, and the suspension bridge is trembling and majestic, and it may break at any time.

The Ye family stared at Chu Mo with hatred on their faces, and they had already begun to brew their own killing moves.

"Sword Demon, are you really unwilling to hand over the Abyss Sword?"

Ye Qiu's eyes flashed with fire, and his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

It was originally a foolproof situation, but they misestimated Chu Mo's strength.

Not only did he fail to kill Chu Mo this time, but he lost his wife and soldiers, and lost a grandmaster master, which can be regarded as eight lifetimes of blood mold.

Now it's ready to fly, and it has to be sent.

Chu Mo didn't speak, and silence was the best answer.

If these people really don't cry when they don't see the coffin, then they don't mind letting their Shen Yuan Sword drink blood.

Sonorous!

Ye Qiu was the first to strike, his whole body was like a furnace, and the blazing vitality poured into the sword in his hand, swept up, and stabbed at Chu Mo.

And the remaining two old men killed Chu Mo side by side.

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

Chu Mo sneered, and the Shen Yuan Sword in his hand was unsheathed.

Chu Mo's current strength is invincible under the Great Grandmaster!

A ghostly light flashed, as if it was a dawn that pierced through the darkness, instantly illuminating the entire sword-forging pool.

Ye Qiu and the others closed their eyes when they were stung by the strong light.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and one sword light chills nineteen continents!

The Shen Yuan Sword emitted a silent sword aura, the sword qi was silent, and a desperate cold aura permeated the entire sword casting pool.

The churning magma below gradually fell silent, and a layer of ice formed on the surface of the magma.

The iron chains hanging from the stone walls on both sides decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and will most turn into iron filings and fall.

Ten percent of the Silent Annihilation Sword Intent is terrifying.

Ye Qiu and the others all felt that time had stopped flowing, there was a dead silence all around, their bodies were uncontrollable, and they felt that the vitality in their bodies was rapidly draining.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a horrible scene.

The swordsmithing pond is deserted.

They are not dead, and they have not lost a single ounce of their life.

Chu Mo spared their lives.

Although the Ye family is greedy, they will not sin to death, after all, if it were not for the Ye family, Chu Mo would not have been able to get the Shen Yuan Sword.

As for Chu Mo, he had already left.

The Ye family, who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, had a sad look on their faces, and they didn't mention Chu Mo again.

Ye Qiu saw a line of words on the cliff: Chu has always had clear grievances in doing things, this is a reward.

What is the remuneration?

A piece of firefall iron.

"Dad, what should I do?"

The young man's face turned pale, and he looked palpitating.

He really felt like he was going to die.

Whoever has experienced this kind of thing can't keep calm, let alone a hairy boy who has not been deeply involved in the world.

"Feng'er, inform the rivers and lakes that after a month, you will be the new owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa!"

"Huh? Dad, I'm the owner of the village, how can this be? I can't. ”

Ye Feng was stunned, and he couldn't figure out why Bao Yeqiu said this at this time.

"Feng'er, you have to do it!"

Seeing Chu Mo's terrifying swordsmanship, Ye Qiu no longer had any hope of living in this Huashan sword debate.

Ye Qiu had no doubt that under Chu Mo's terrifying sword, no one could live, not even Xie Xiaofeng.

But I didn't dare not go, so I could only explain the future in advance.

The change of owners of Tibetan Sword Villa did not set off the slightest wave in the rivers and lakes.

It's just because the period of Huashan's sword is approaching.

In the past three years, Huashan has been fermenting, up to the court, down to the three mountains and five mountains, no one does not know about Huashan's sword.

......

On the top of the mountain, the wind and snow are howling, and the entire mountain top is covered with a layer of silver.

At the top of the hill, a thatched hut sits here, and a tall man sits in the snow outside the hut.

On his lap was a sword, a sharp sword.

The wrinkled hand gently stroked the sword, and his face was full of remembrance.

The man was full of ashes, as if he was dying, but his eyes were extremely bright.

This person is Yan Thirteen, and since he came here three years ago, he has been comprehending the fifteen swords of death.

"Master, it's time to eat."

At this moment, a young man came up from the bottom of the hill with a basket of vegetables in his hand.

This young man is the young master of the Red Flag Dart Bureau, Tie Kaicheng.

"You don't have to call me Master, I just taught you swordsmanship, and you have already paid it back with wine and food."

Yan Shisan's voice was cold, and his voice was full of ashes.

"But you're still my master."

Tie Kaicheng didn't care, and skillfully laid out the wine and food, just in the wind and snow.

Yan Shisan didn't move the meal, but looked at Tie Kaicheng: "What month and day is today?" ”

"Today is the eighth day of December."

"Good."

"Master, are you going to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate?"

Tie Kaicheng naturally knew what Yan Shisan was asking, after all, Yan Shisan had taught him for three years.

"Yes, the sword demon is there, Xie Xiaofeng will also go, how can I, Yan Shisan, not go?"

Yan Shisan looked at the west, but there was a war intent in his eyes, and the aura of defeat on his body was even heavier at this moment.

"Master, then should I go to see Huashan Lunjian."

Tie Kaicheng took out the Xuantie Sword Order from his arms and looked at Yan Shisan.

"Since you can receive his Xuantie Sword order, then you are qualified to go to Huashan."

After speaking, Yan Shisan had already begun to eat.

"Master, you're not drinking today?"

Tie Kaicheng saw that Yan Shisan did not move the wine jug.

"I'm going to drink a rare wine soon, and how can I look at it again?"

......

Outside Xinghua Village, a man came, this man was wearing a simple and clean coarse cloth coat, his eyes were deep, and he walked into the "Xinghua Village" wine shop slowly and steadily.

When Shopkeeper Xie saw this man, the movement of his hand stopped.

"Third Young Master, are you back?"

This person is the divine sword Xie Xiaofeng who has not been seen for three years.

Of course, he is only called Xie Xiaofeng now, not Xie Xiaofeng of Divine Sword Villa.

"I'm back, send me across the river."

After the two crossed the green water lake, Xie Xiaofeng stepped onto Cuiyun Peak.

Xie Wangsun and his wife sat in the hall, looking at the snow outside.

"It's been three years, when do you think Aggie will come back?"

Xie Wangsun's wife's face was wrinkled, and her aging and tired eyes were already covered with a layer of mist.

"Don't worry, it won't be too long, Aji will be back soon."

Xie Wangsun looked at the snowflakes fluttering in the wind outside the door, but his eyes were very firm, and his tone was also very affirmative.

Just then, a man walked into the courtyard.

"Aggie, my child!"

The old woman let out a loud cry, got up from her chair, and ran towards the man.

"Mother!"

Xie Xiaofeng helped the old woman back to the chair, and after some comfort, the old woman fell into a deep sleep.

"Dad, I..."

At this time, Xie Xiaofeng looked at Xie Wangsun, who seemed to be ten years old, with a trace of apology and remorse on his face.

"Child, it's good to come back, Dad has always believed that you will come back one day."

Xie Wangsun showed a trace of kindness on his face and touched Xie Xiaofeng's forehead.

He was happy to see that his son had finally come out.

Xie Xiaofeng wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say: "But I..."

"Needless to say, Dad understands."

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, what Xie Xiaofeng wants to say, Xie Wangsun knows it.

He took Xie Xiaofeng to the ancestral hall, and the ancestral hall was enshrined with the sword that represented Xie Xiaofeng's glory.

"Go, child, take this sword and go after your sword..."

Xie Xiaofeng looked at Xie Wangsun's eyes full of encouragement, picked up the sword, and left without looking back.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would never be able to walk again.

"Child, you remember, from now on, you are no longer Xie Xiaofeng of Divine Sword Villa, you are just the son of Xie Wangsun."

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