That night, several disciples went from the main peak of Heavenly Sword Mountain, Yujian, to the peak where the various streams of the sect were located, and conveyed three messages.

First, the ghost sword flowed into a sword and chose to die.

Second, the murderer was his eldest disciple Su Moyu.

Third, Su Moyu has been captured and will be executed outside the Xuanxin Hall at noon tomorrow.

When the news of these three got the word, the genres behaved completely differently.

Yan Jianliu, who had a bad relationship with Cheng Jian, was naturally happy and celebrated warmly.

The reaction of the cold sword stream, which has little to do with it, is mediocre and unusual, and of course the discussion about the matter itself is still very hot.

After hearing the news, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Flow were also very lively at first.

But the two most important people on the mountain didn't show the slightest bit of joy, one was naturally Kou Yuanbao, the master of Yanyun Peak, and the second was Jiang Qingwen.

Because of the slightly indifferent attitude of these two people, the enthusiasm of the others slowly retreated, and finally calmed down.

The strangest reaction was the flow of the heart sword.

After learning of this news, Lingtai Peak immediately announced the closure of the mountain on the grounds of retreat.

From the master of Lingtai Peak to the latest beginner Han Yan, all members are in retreat and are not allowed to participate in any activities.

Outside the forbidden land behind the Lingtai Peak.

After hearing the information, Han Yan completely lost his sleepiness and still looked up at the sky until midnight.

"Smoke. "The Lingtai Peak Lord didn't know when he appeared behind Han Yan.

"Master......" Han Yan hurriedly saluted Master, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Do you think that's true?"

What she asked was naturally Su Moyu's assassination of Cheng Jianxuan.

"What do you say?" asked the Lingtai Peak Lord rhetorically.

"I don't believe it. Han Yan shook his head.

The Lingtai Peak Lord snorted and said, "Whether it is the relationship between the two people or the realm gap, it is impossible for that kid surnamed Su to kill Cheng Jianxue." That news, as long as anyone with a brain, will not believe it. But it's such a simple lie, but it came out of the main peak in a grand manner, why do you think it is?"

Han Yan was slightly stunned and thought for a moment: "They don't care if we believe it or not. ”

The Lingtai Peak Lord nodded and said: "Yes, although I don't know the specific process, I can probably guess that Cheng Jianxuan's death is inseparable from Xuanjian Liu, and that kid surnamed Su is just a black pot." ”

Han Yan raised his head suddenly, looked at the Lingtai Peak Lord with wide eyes, and said, "Master, can you save him......

The Lingtai Peak Lord stared at Han Yan's eyes for a long time, and finally sighed: "This is what the sect master meant, there is nothing I can do, not going to go along with the dirt, it is already the only thing we can do." ”

After speaking, the two were relatively silent and said nothing.

And on the main peak of Heavenly Sword Mountain, in the retreat place of the disciples of Xuanjian Stream, Lu Rongting swung his fist at the wall alone, and the incomparably solid wall had been chiseled out of cracks like spider webs.

"Senior Brother......" A Xuanjianliu disciple watched from a distance for a long time, and finally came over with courage.

"Get out!" Lu Rongting turned his head sharply, his eyes full of murderous aura.

The Xuanjian Stream disciple's breath was also suffocated, and he quickly turned around and left.

"Senior Brother Lu seems to be really angry, but I don't understand, Cheng Jianxue is dead, his apprentice will be executed outside the Xuanxin Hall tomorrow, and Senior Brother has also taken revenge, how can he be so angry?"

"You also know Senior Brother Lu's temperament, he can't kill that Su Moyu with his own hands in a dignified manner, he naturally feels aggrieved in his heart. ”

Several Xuanjian Stream disciples muttered in a low voice, and finally chose to leave quietly, leaving only Lu Rongting to continue to vent his fists in the secret room.

At this time, outside a stone gate on the mountain behind Tianjian Mountain, two Xuanjian Stream disciples were guarding there.

Because the night was deep at this time, the two people looked a little tired, and at this moment, outside the woods not far away, a figure slowly walked in.

"Back in the forbidden land, stop coming!" a disciple quickly straightened up, trying to drive away the man who had lost his way here in the middle of the night.

But the man had no intention of stopping at all, and still walked in the direction of the stone gate without hurrying.

"Stop!" the other disciple also came to his senses and pressed his hand to the hilt of his sword.

How many years have passed, and it's the first time that someone has approached this place late at night, doesn't that guy know the rules of the sect? I don't know that this place is not a place where ordinary disciples can set foot in?

At this moment, the sound of something falling to the ground suddenly came, and the disciple guarding the gate was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his head to look, he found that a round thing had fallen at his feet.

It was the head of a companion.

He looked up suddenly, and sure enough, the same door that was still talking just now was empty above his neck.

Enemy attack!

That was his first thought, and when he figured it out, he wanted to turn around and ring the alarm bell.

But when he tried to turn around, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and then his vision couldn't stop flipping, and finally froze in one direction.

There, there stood a headless corpse, which looked like itself in shape.

Behind the corpse stood a thin and tall middle-aged man, holding a huge scythe with a jet-black body and a huge arc in his hand.

At this time, blood was still dripping from the sickle, and it looked like it was ...... The blood seemed to be its own.

The man with the scythe bowed his head slightly, looking at the two dead heads on the ground, showing a hint of impatience.

With a wave of his hand, a faint blue flame poured out of his fingertips, burning the two corpses along with the blood on the ground, leaving no trace.

At this moment, the figure of the person who came slowly from the forest also appeared.

It's a disheveled little fish.

"Your personal vendetta is over?" asked the Scythe Man in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

Xiao Yu looked indifferent, and did not answer the other party's question, but frowned and stared at the stone gate in front of him and said, "Open the door." ”

The scythe man chuckled a few times in embarrassment, then pressed his hands on the stone door.

His strength is extremely amazing, and even thousands of pounds of boulders can be thrown at will.

But when pushing these two stone doors, it seems very laborious.

There was a dull grinding in the open mountains, and it was easy for the two doors to be pushed open by a crack.

The figure flickered, and the little fish squeezed into the stone door first, followed by the scythe man.

After the two entered, the two stone doors slammed shut as if they had never been opened.

At the same time, in the Xuanxin Hall at the top of the main peak.

Yuan Yangzi on the Moyu Divine Throne suddenly opened his eyes, and the temperature in the main hall immediately dropped.

"Master?" Bai Xingchen, who was hidden in the shadows, noticed something strange and asked out loud.

"It's okay, it's about an illusion. Yuanyangzi thought for a moment, waved his hand at him, and closed his eyes again.

Bai Xingchen was silent, turned his head to look outside the Xuanxin Palace, it was late at night, and everything was quiet outside the Xuanxin Palace, but he knew that many people could not sleep this night.