The blood waves outside Mount Emei are monstrous, and Mount Emei is isolated in the sea of blood, like a flat boat.

Fifteen days ago, after Youquan came out of the customs, not only wounded Zen Master Xiaoyue, but even Baimei Zhenren was defeated and had to retreat to the Emei Golden Peak.

Fifteen days have passed in a blink of an eye, and the righteous people have also come to help several times, but no one can break through the barrier of the blood wave and enter Mount Emei, but instead leave the corpses of countless people.

The white-eyed real person in the golden dome of Mount Emei frowned, surrounded by Zen Master Xiaoyue and his disciples who occasionally coughed up blood.

"Real person, why don't you have the helper you said? I'm afraid we won't be able to support it for long! "Zen Master Xiaoyue hangs the golden dragon Buddha seal of Wutai Mountain, the treasure of Wutai Mountain, and the golden dragon on the Buddha seal has been constantly wandering in the main hall for two days, helping Zen Master Xiaoyue with his eyes closed to heal his injuries.

In the past fifteen days, Youquan has attacked several times, and now after a series of battles, Zen Master Xiaoyue has been injured and injured, and now he can only rely on the Golden Dragon Buddha Seal with Baimei Zhenren to resist Youquan's blood cloud array.

With Xiaoyue's words, the disciples in the main hall all looked at the white eyebrow real person, but the white eyebrow real person shook his head and smiled bitterly; "Although Wuxin Zhenjun promised me to come to help, you have also seen the current situation! There are blood waves outside, and Wuxin Zhenjun and I are just general friends, and I don't dare to say that he will come to help! ”

"Hey! Dao Demon Eliminator! Zen Master Xiaoyue sighed a little lonely, and recited the Tibetan Sutra lightly with a few great monks around him, looking like I don't go to hell and who will go to hell.

The sound of scriptures resounded above the main hall of Mount Emei, although Emei in Mount Shu is a blessed land of Taoism, but now everyone does not feel a little inappropriate, because Zen Master Xiaoyue is a real master, and his kindness and compassion are no longer divided into sects.

The ears are Buddhist Sanskrit sounds, and the disciples on the Emei Hall are either crying, laughing, or frowning slightly, or unmoved.

Life and death are just around the corner. At such a crossroads in life, the camouflage in people's hearts has been completely stripped off, leaving the most authentic scene.

There was a sad flood in the main hall, as if an invisible boulder was pressing on everyone, making everyone feel that they had difficulty breathing.

"Master, if I can combine with Lian Xing's twin swords, then can I rely on my Emei's Heavenly Thunder Twin Swords fight with the old devil!" Just when everyone was silent, Li Yingqi gently stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of the white-eyed real person and asked.

The white-eyed real person raised his head, then lowered it slightly.

"Maybe, maybe not! The Heavenly Thunder Twin Swords are the treasure of my Emei faction, and the power is hard to estimate! "Baimei real people are not easy to make decisions in vain, although the combination of the two swords of heaven and thunder has been passed down by all dynasties, but it is this kind of divine thing that Baimei really can't believe.

Whether a person is strong or not depends on his record in shooting, and whether a magic weapon is powerful or not depends on his power. On this day, the Thunder Twin Swords have not been used several times in the history of Emei, and the Baimei Zhenren did not dare to pin everyone's hopes on this. Otherwise, there will be great hope and disappointment!

"The disciple wants to try, but now my Emei has no way to retreat, and the disciple is willing to fight with his life!" After hearing Baimei Zhenren's words, Li Yingqi was not discouraged, but respectfully saluted Baimei Zhenren, and then strode out of the hall.

The golden summit of Mount Emei is followed by a sword mountain, which is full of sharp swords. Everyone wants to become a disciple of Emei, then he needs to have the approval of a sword. Otherwise, the head of the sect personally accepts the disciples, and it cannot be regarded as the disciples of the Emei faction.

On the top of the Sword Mountain, Lian Xing at this time was holding a big bald head, bored leaning on the mountain and playing Hache.

After so many years, Lian Xing still has no memory of awakening his previous life. For him, the so-called Changkong Wuji is too unfamiliar, and others regard Lian Xing as the reincarnation of Changkong Wuji, which is not only not an honor for Lian Xing, but a heavy pressure.

Several core peaks of Mount Emei are shrouded in a piece of golden light, and Lian Xing looks out through the golden light cover, only to see that his eyes are blood-red, which is impacting Emei's defense line all the time.

Lian Xing just looked at the sea of blood outside lazily, he suddenly felt that if Mount Emei was broken by the Demon Lord of Youquan, it would not be bad, although he might die, but Mount Emei over the years has made Lian Xing feel that life is worse than death. Especially after Youquan came out of the customs, his master Li Yingqi beat and scolded him all day long.

"Maybe we're all dead, and no one is forcing me to open my mind!" Lian Xing looked at the broken sword on his waist, after so many years, Lian Xing has already accepted his fate, no matter what he is long and empty, no matter what kind of Youquan Demon Lord he is, he still mixes up for a day!

Lian Xing stretched out easily, lying on the ground and planning to take a nap. Today's Lian Xing can be said to be the most relaxed person on Mount Emei, sleeping when he is full, and eating when he is full. The original emaciated body has gained weight several times over the years, and people who don't know still think that there is a big bald head Lian Xing, who is a great monk from Wutai Mountain!

"More than fifty years! Why doesn't a sword have a fancy to me! ”

Just when Lian Xing was about to sleep for a while, a roar suddenly came, and Lian Xing looked up and saw a woman who was not wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Emei Sect, led by a silver thin sword, constantly flying on the sword mountain, as if she was looking for something.

"Hey! It's you! It's been a long time, and you've taken out your master's sword again! Lian Xing immediately fell asleep when he saw this person, and got up and greeted warmly.

This woman with a silver sword is no stranger to Lian Xing, in Lian Xing's opinion, if he is a dick, then those senior brothers of the Emei faction are rich and handsome, and the woman in front of him is even worse than himself, she can only be a scumbag girl.

This woman was brought back by Feiyunzi, the eldest of the seven sons of the clouds, and it is said that when Youquan first attacked, he killed the Quartet without intention, and took out the hearts of the soldiers in the Shu army and the Qi army. And the woman in front of her was very lucky, although her father and brother died that day, she was the only mortal who escaped, and she was the daughter of the general of the Shu army.

In fact, this woman can be accepted by Feiyunzi as an apprentice also has Qin Hui's credit, because this Feiyunzi is the Emei disciple who looks like Leslie Cheung and was replaced back by Qin Hui. It is precisely because of the experience of being connected with the same fate, so this woman who was lucky not to die was accepted by Feiyunzi. I don't know what this woman is called, but I know that she knelt in front of Feiyunzi's door for three days and three nights after being brought back by Feiyunzi, and finally Feiyunzi, who was moved by her obsession, accepted her as her disciple.

If you follow this plot, maybe this woman will really be able to do something under the obsession in her heart. But although the heavens are not wishing, although this woman was accepted by Feiyunzi, she has never been able to find her sword on Sword Mountain. More than 50 years have passed, and the woman has already had a body of cultivation, but because of the door rules, she has never been a disciple of the Emei faction, and occasionally she can only take the sword of her master Feiyunzi to this sword mountain to practice a few times, to see if she can find a sword on the sword mountain.

"What do you say this qiē is! The enemy is right in front of me, but there is nothing I can do! I, Lin Caixia, am a soldier, I should go to the front line to defend my family and country, instead of just holding my master's sword and messing around here, I can only curse my father-killing enemy in my heart! ”

Looking at the incorruptible line in front of her, the silver sword in Lin Caixia's hand danced wildly, venting the hatred in her heart. Lin Caixia hated the unintentional Zhenjun who took out her father's heart that day, and she also hated herself even more. In her opinion, if she had the strength she has now, then she would have been able to take her father away. At that time, if she had the strength of the white eyebrow real person, she would have been able to stop the killing that day.

But she can't do anything now, even the bald man in front of her, who knows how to sleep all day, has a broken sword, but she doesn't even have her own sword, so she can only take her master's sword to try her luck here.

"What did I say! How can there be no immortal in this life, I don't think you can look for it, isn't it quite happy to live like me! Lian Xing looked at Li Caixia, who was worse than himself, dangling his broken sword in his hand, and hit Hache again, looking drowsy.

"A broken sword! Why can someone like you find his sword, but I have a blood feud and get nothing! Looking at Lian Xing's disapproving appearance, Li Caixia was furious.

The world is so unfair, this person is idle all day long, and it is useless. But such a person can find her own sword, but she can only hold her master's sword.

The more Li Caixia looked at Lian Xing, the more angry she became, and her eyes became more and more fierce.

"Hey, holding someone else's sword and looking so vicious, what the hell do you want to do?" Lian Xing raised his head, and his face was still cynical.

"What for! I'm going to teach you a lesson! Li Caixia let out a low shout, and the sword in her hand stabbed straight out.