The wind passed without a trace, rolling up the long hair of March, and the breath of the years was immeandering. It's been five years, and the teenager who left at the beginning went to explore the world that belonged to him.

After five years, back to the original place, things are not people, and the Yitu tribe has long been wiped out......

"I'm going home!"

March laughed silently and got up slowly, her downcast back full of desolation.

He is obviously just a teenager, but he has endured unimaginable experiences in these short ten days, and no matter how strong his will is, there will always be a day when he will be crushed, not to mention that he is only a teenager of more than eleven years old, as if he has experienced all the pain in his life.

The ghost girl and the enchantress looked at the back of March Depression and staggered down the mountain, their thin bodies swaying in the wind as if they were going to fall down at any moment.

Qingxuan's elders and disciples didn't make a move, in fact, no one dared to approach March, because at this time, March was filled with a terrifying soul aura, as if it wanted to devour everyone who approached him.

On the other side, the people of the demon clan and the ghost clan are hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to act.

Despite his murderous intentions, March was fearless, because his heart was like ashes, and his life no longer meant anything to him.

Suddenly, there was a strong fluctuation in the sky, and two figures appeared, a man and a woman, wearing the robes of the Qingxuan Sword Sect, standing in the void and coldly scanning down.

The person who came was Lan Xiaoyan, the lord of the Seven Xuan Peaks, who was a woman with very strong strength, and was a Sword Sect-level existence, and the other person was Zhu Changping, the Lord of the Eight Xuan Peaks, staring down with a cold face, he was also a Sword Sect-level powerhouse.

"Chatter...... , I've been waiting for you for a long time, I didn't distinguish between the superior and inferior in the Demon Abyss last time, and you can't escape today. The sky on the other side distorted, and three black-robed people appeared, staring gloomily at the two people of the Qingxuan Sword Sect.

Before it was over, a strong demonic aura came from the barren forest in the distance, and the two big demons rose up in the demon mist, "You can't escape, we deliberately let you know the whereabouts of this young man, just to lure you here." ”

Lan Xiaoyan, the Lord of the Seven Xuan Peaks, and Zhu Changping, the Lord of the Eight Xuan Peaks, were unmoved, standing in the void and looking at them coldly, he said, "You dare to shout in front of us, killing the six of you is enough for me and Senior Sister Lan!"

"Hehe, I hate your self-righteous appearance, today you are destined to be killed, and Qingxuan is destined to perish. The two big demons made a move, cast a demon spell, and blocked the sky, and then the three ghost clan powerhouses slaughtered and left......

Suddenly, there were terrifying fluctuations in the void, and terrifying energy swept through the heavens and the earth, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal. The two Sword Sect powerhouses joined forces, and the terrifying sword aura was unimaginable, just the sword intent emitted was enough to crush people's will.

......

March didn't even look back, and he had no interest in the great battle in the sky, so he silently walked forward, to the Yitu tribe, where he once lived.

However, it didn't take long for the ghost girl to appear behind her.

The green dragon of Edgeworth's flying eyes are eyed.

"Evil Barrier, since I can't capture you back, I can only kill you on the spot, and Qing Xuan's Taixu Sword Technique must not fall into the hands of the demon clan and the ghost clan. ”

The ghost girl laughed, her eyes getting colder and colder: "You can't kill me with me, he is mine, I want to make him feel the torture of life is worse than death, how can I let him die so easily!"

March didn't stop, he knew that he couldn't live today, and the spell mark given to him by the shadow could only devour life at close range, so once they gave themselves a palm in the air, they were afraid that they would die immediately. After all, they are in the True Spirit Realm, and the gap is as big as a heavenly barrier.

And he was only in the early stage of the Yuanhai realm, and in front of them was an insignificant ant.

His eyes have been fixed on the Yi Tu tribe, and March is determined to move forward, and if he dies, he hopes to be buried in the land ahead.

But at this time, out of the corner of March's eyes, he saw that there seemed to be a trace of movement in the thatched house where he once lived with his grandfather, although most of the house had collapsed, but there was a thatched house that was intact, which was the room where his grandfather used to live.

So March stared at the house closely, and saw a wisp of smoke slowly rising from inside!

At first, March thought it was an illusion, could it be that grandpa was cooking tea in it, or boiling medicine?

Many people found out about this strangeness, so they all stared at the wisp of light smoke, this tribe has been wiped out, is there still someone who can't do it?

In everyone's eyes, a hunchbacked, old man walked out slowly on crutches, gray hair, wrinkled, no matter how you look at it, he is a dying old man.

March was so excited that her whole body trembled, and she subconsciously blurted out, "Master...... Grandpa, is that you?"

The old man seemed to hear someone calling out to him, some familiar and some hoarse. So he slowly raised his head and looked at where March was, his eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and then beckoned kindly. "March, you're back. ”

The elders of the Qingxuan Sword Sect looked at each other, could this be March's grandfather? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like Xuanzi! Xuanzi was in high spirits and heroic before he disappeared. But the old man in front of him was too old and sickly, how could he be compared to Qingxuan's genius Chu Feng?

March was surprised, this was his grandfather's voice, a voice full of love for himself, regardless of the pain on his body, he walked hard and staggered towards his grandfather.

A ghost clan elder hidden in the dark sneered, and when he saw that no one made a move, he pointed a finger at March, and a black gas hit March, trying to detain March's soul.

"No...... Stop!" The ghost girl's face changed, it was too late to stop it, others couldn't see how terrifying March's grandfather was, but she knew very well in her heart that in front of this old man, there was a faint trace of horror in the depths of her soul, just now, the old man's gaze swept over everyone, she had a feeling of being seen through, and everything was hidden under the old man's gaze.

This is undoubtedly a hidden powerhouse.

March's grandfather saw someone shooting at March, his eyes were indifferent, he simply raised his crutches and knocked on the ground.

The invisible fluctuations spread along the ground, wiping out the black mist of the ghost clan elder, and then there was a frightened cry, and the ghost clan elder hiding in the forest bled from the seven orifices, and after struggling for a while, he was completely dead.

No one can continue to be calm, how terrifying is this old man's strength? Just a knock on the ground, not only to resolve the crisis in March, but also to kill people invisibly.

The people of the demon clan and the ghost clan hidden in the dark became nervous for a while, if this old man released his killing intent just now, he was afraid that it would be difficult for them to escape the doom.

The great battle of air combat was forced to stop, because when the old man knocked on the ground just now, everyone felt a terrible wave of power.

In the air, he stared uncertainly at the old man standing in the ruins.

Lan Xiaoyan and Zhu Changping glanced at each other, they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, just now they actually felt the power of the Long Xuan Sword, they were both Qingxuan's Sword Sect powerhouses, and they were extremely familiar with the power of the Long Xuan Sword.

March was seriously injured and walked very hard, and it took a long time to reach the ruins of the Yitu tribe, but at this time he slowed down his pace, looking at his grandfather standing in the ruins, the time seemed to go back to more than five years ago, every morning into the mountains to medicine, sunset, always see grandpa standing in front of the hut waiting for him to go home.

If it was five years ago, time could have stayed in a carefree time, he was still March's grandfather, but after five years, March saw some truths, he was not his grandfather.

"You're back, are you hungry...... Grandpa forgot to cook. Xia Fengchu beckoned kindly, like a somewhat forgetful old man, always full of loving eyes for March.

March opened his mouth, but he felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't lift up a trace of strength, so he could only watch blankly.

"In March, you have grown taller, you used to be thin and small when you left, but now that you have grown up, your body has become stronger than before, and Grandpa is very pleased. Xia Fengchu sighed deeply and recalled. At this time, he seemed to think of something, and asked, "Didn't you go to Qingxuan to study art, why did you come again?"

March looked at his grandfather blankly, and finally smiled, and said: "You used to be a Xuanzi, and you recommended me to go to the Qingxuan Sword Sect to study medicine with a letter, I don't know what you think in your heart, but I am a half-demon, but you let me go to Qingxuan, wouldn't it harm me? Now Qingxuan bears me...... So I came back. ”

Qingxuan bears me......

I don't know what kind of emotions are mixed with these four words, and all the grievances suffered in March have turned into these four words.

The old man's body trembled, he exhaled deeply, and was silent for a long time, looking at March lovingly.

In the sky, when Zhu Changping of the Qingxuan Sword Sect heard this, he angrily reprimanded, "Bold and evil, are you responsible for Qingxuan or am I Qingxuan responsible for you? Everyone in the world knows your crimes, so Hugh has to quibble here." ”

The four elders also stared at March angrily, eager to kill him.

The ghost girl watched with interest, fighting in the nest, she likes to watch this kind of show the most.

March sneered. "I said that Qing Xuan is responsible for me, Qing Xuan is responsible for me, why do I have to explain?"

March's grandfather sighed, closed his eyes and said, "This is Qingxuan's internal affairs, outsiders can leave, and there are friends hiding in the dark, don't you need me to remind you again?"

After speaking, he slowly stood up straight, no longer hunched, and an astonishing aura appeared on his body. The crutches in his hand cracked little by little, and finally scattered the debris all over the ground, revealing a sword inside, which was the Dragon Xuan Sword of the Qingxuan Sword Sect.