"Who are you?"

Xia Ze's eyes were slightly heavy, and the solemnity in his eyes was even worse.

Its sword intent surged, and the coercion came, but the black-clothed warrior didn't react, and even its sword intent coercion couldn't get close, and it couldn't affect it in the slightest, and its strength was definitely on par with himself.

"Boom!"

It's just that the black-clothed warrior hasn't responded yet, but he heard a huge roar sound, and the fire in the Sin Sword Sect was full of fire, and bursts of majestic power swept out, pushing the house where the sect's disciples were located sideways and scattering away.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Run, go and inform the elders to make a move, someone is attacking my Sin Sword Sect at night!"

"A bold thief, he dares to go wild in the Sin Sword Sect"

For a while, the sound of crying and howling in the Sin Sword Sect came and went, and the violent spiritual power collided, and the power of several places in the sect erupted at the same time, and the wind roared angrily, turning the Sin Sword Sect upside down.

The flames rolled, and the flames that rose into the sky shone in all directions.

"Hey, don't worry, it's just an old visit"

The black-clothed warrior groaned in his mouth, and his hoarse voice was like a stone rubbing, making people's hearts numb, and the light gushing out of the flames reflected the figure of the black-clothed warrior and crossed his face.

A strand of long gray hair hung down, followed by a pair of indifferent and cold eyes, a crimson killing intent enveloped his body, and the sword intent that surged out of Xia Ze's body was blocked by this surging killing intent.

"It looks like you're not going to say it"

Xia Ze said softly, but his eyes drooped slightly, he gently raised his hand and touched it back, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his big hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and the pitch-black sword body looked even more penetrating under the reflection of the stars in the dark night.

Holding a long sword in his hand, occasionally with firelight gushing, Xia Ze's figure stood there, but it seemed to have an endless aura of destruction, vibrating in the air, as if it was about to destroy the world.

"Twilight Sword!"

The black-clothed warrior groaned in his mouth, his eyes suddenly condensed, and his heart felt a sense of heaviness.

This sword is named Duyun, Xia Ze's famous sword, forged by the top refiners of the Sin Sword Sect, and is famous in the Beicang Continent, and it is a superb spiritual weapon.

"The twilight clouds came out and returned with blood. ”

The Twilight Cloud Sword in Xia Ze's hand trembled slightly, as if with the excitement of killing, and some irrepressible restless aura spread, accompanied by the power of the sword intent of destruction, which rushed directly to the black-clothed warrior.

"Dying under the Twilight Sword should be your best destination. ”

Xia Ze's voice fell, and with a slight wave of the Dusk Cloud Sword in his hand, a phantom shadow was drawn out of his body, which swooped straight at the black-clothed warrior, and in the dark night, a strange pitch-black phantom roared out, and the awe-inspiring killing intent made the sky tremble.

"Ridiculous!"

The black-clothed warrior snorted coldly in his mouth, and there seemed to be disdain between his words, but his eyes were slightly heavy when he stared at Xia Ze, and he didn't dare to be careless in his heart, the spiritual power in his body surged, he raised his hand to hold the big knife horizontally, and slashed out, and a rain curtain poured out.

"Boom!"

The sword beast sword rain suddenly connected, and the strange phantom bit down angrily like a demon beast at the rain curtain, wanting to take the black-clothed warrior directly.

But when the two were connected, the faint rain curtain was sudden, and the cold flickered, but it merged into a smooth mirror, but the mirror port was cold, and it was half a blade, slashing horizontally.

"Broken!"

Seeing this, Xia Ze's gaze froze, and his mouth burst into tears, and the weird phantom fangs suddenly appeared, and he bit down fiercely, making bursts of "click" sounds, and several cracks flashed on it.

"Slash!"

The black-clothed warrior drank softly, but saw that the blade of the rain curtain shattered in response, and the rain curtain scattered in the air.

It's just that the smile on Xia Ze's face hasn't appeared yet, but he saw that the rain curtain was cold, and it directly submerged the weird phantom like an overwhelming one.

At the same time, Xia Ze's figure was already in front of him, and the Twilight Cloud Sword slashed down, and the black-clothed warrior raised his sword with his backhand.

"Boom!"

The two swords met, and the power roared, and the sonic boom in the sky exploded instantly

, set off a wave of qi, and pushed horizontally in all directions, and the two of them also rose up angrily, and the spiritual power in their bodies surged.

"You are a member of the Shui family!"

Xia Ze drank in his mouth, the rain curtain formed by that knife, the meaning of cold and agile in it, only the Shui family of the Beicang Continent has it.

"Stupid. ”

The black-clothed warrior snorted coldly, the big sword in his hand was filled with blood, and the faint mist had risen at some point, and the air instantly became damp.

Suddenly, Xia Ze's eyes shrank slightly, his eyes shrank suddenly, a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, and even a little death aura shrouded him.

"Get out!"

Xia Ze burst into tears, and before he had time to think about it, the power around his body exploded, and his body retreated violently.

"Snort"

But almost at the same time, a cold light broke through the rain curtain and went straight inside, but it was a small flying knife that approached the front, grazed Xia Ze's chest and flashed, disappearing into the rain curtain.

Xia Ze's chest was cold, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the lower part of his neck, but at this time, he couldn't care so much, his body was dangerously dodging the flying knife, and a violent power swept from behind.

Xia Ze clenched his teeth, turned over and spun, raised his hand and slashed out with a sword, a pair of old eyes in his eyes reflected in his pupils, and the indifferent killing intent went straight into his heart.

"Boom!"

A short stick fell, smashing Xia Ze's twilight cloud sword, and the sudden attack kills, and the huge force directly blasted Xia Ze into the bottom.

"Hmm"

Xia Ze snorted in his mouth, the breath in his body was a little disordered at this moment, and when his body fell, a cold light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

At a side glance, the black-clothed warrior with the big sword in his hand had already galloped in, waving the big knife in his hand, and a curtain of rain slashed horizontally, causing ripples in the air.

The breath of death is getting closer and closer, but there is no fear in Xia Ze's eyes, and some of them are more violent and murderous.

The black-clothed warrior was slightly shocked when he saw this, and when his figure was approaching and was about to succeed, a figure came out of the way, and raised his hand to be a sword, blocking his figure alive.

"Humph!"

Xia Ze snorted coldly in his mouth, the spiritual power in his body recovered slightly, and he suddenly stopped, turned around and stood in the air, staring at him deadly, and suddenly two figures appeared in front of him.

The black-clothed warrior's eyes condensed slightly, raised his hand and shook it, his body retreated slightly, staring at the white-bearded old man who suddenly appeared, and his heart was uncertain.

"Click"

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came into the air, but I saw another white-bearded old man carrying a long sword, slowly coming, appearing on Xia Ze's side.

The eyes of the two white-bearded old men were cloudy, but as far as the eyes went, the three black-clothed warriors were all cold, their hearts were horrified, and they subconsciously exclaimed in surprise.

"Zhong Xiuming!"

"He Liqun!"

The flames of war roared, and countless martial artists in the Sin Sword Sect moved when they heard the sound, and all the elders took action one after another, and for a while, the flames rose, the ice roared, and the sky and the earth were destroyed.

............

Wufeng Dynasty, Wuyi City, among the palaces.

Compared to the battle of the Sin Sword Sect, it was quiet and terrifying, except for the faint flickering lights in the palace, it was all dark.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a figure flashed out and slowly stepped inside.

This person is Wu Qiuming, the rumored strongest person in the Beicang Continent.

Wu Qiuming's eyes were calm and deep, his expression was indifferent, and his indomitable pace seemed to be fearless of any obstacles in the world, and even the confidence shown on his body could shatter everything.

Wu Qiuming walked slowly, but when his figure crossed the steps and stepped onto the main hall, he stopped.

Raising his head slightly, his eyes looked at the top of the main hall, only to see the first dragon chair in the magnificent palace, a figure sitting quietly, he was wearing a golden imperial robe, looking at the door with majesty, staring at Wu Qiuming.

It is the controller of the Wufeng Dynasty, the real overlord, Wu Yuze.

"Your Majesty, what's the trouble here late at night?"

Wu Qiuming walked slowly, his words were calm, but there was a little doubt in his eyes, tonight's Wu Yuze seemed to be a little different from usual.

"Annoyance?"

Wu Yuze muttered softly, his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, but he said lightly: "What I am worried about is this matter of Wu Feng, what will be the future of the dynasty?"

"My Wufeng Dynasty established the country with martial arts, and there are countless strong people, looking at the entire Beicang, but even the three major sects may not be in my eyes. ”

Wu Qiuming opened his mouth slightly, and his words were arrogant, quite arrogant and arrogant, and he had a heroic spirit overlooking the world.

It's just that when he looked at Wu Yuze's expressionless face, his expression was stunned, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, how can you be so worried?

"I didn't hear anything. ”

Wu Yuze opened his mouth gently, his eyes were a little forced, and he said in a condensed voice: "As for why you are worried, you"

"I really don't know?"

Wu Qiuming's eyes sank when he heard this, his heartbeat seemed to slow down slightly, and for the first time, a strange light appeared in his eyes, or it was complicated.

Neither of them spoke for a while, and there was silence on the palace, and the atmosphere gradually became a little depressed.

On the side of the palace, far away from the doors and windows, a red-clothed figure was quietly staring at the palace, his eyes didn't dare to blink, his hands clutched the corners of his skirt, his heart was beating wildly, holding his breath and concentrating, and even a little sweat flowed from his forehead.

Seeing that Wu Qiuming and Wu Yuze were facing each other in the palace hall, the woman in red thought for a while, but she retreated, walked towards the inner palace, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wu Qiuming frowned slightly, but his eyes were a little puzzled.

"Protector of the country, Wu Qiuming, what do I mean by this, don't you really know?"

Wu Yuze's voice was in vain, and there was anger and disappointment in his tone that could not be concealed, and there was even a little murderous intent: "Now that the matter is here, do you still want to hide it?"

"When did you betray the Wufeng Dynasty?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere above the main hall suddenly froze, and Wu Qiuming's eyes also showed a little chilling light.

"Wu Yuze, do you know what this will bring you?"

Wu Qiuming spoke bluntly again, but there was no sense of peace in his words, and the coldness of his tone made the temperature above the hall drop a little.

"At most, it's just death. ”

Wu Yuze's face showed a hint of sarcasm, but there was no fear: "But, do you think you can kill me?"

Wu Qiuming's eyes shrank suddenly when he heard this, and his heart suddenly sank, thinking of the empty guards in the palace tonight, the dim lights, and a chill unconsciously welled up in his heart.

When he felt this unusual, Wu Qiuming's eyes suddenly rose with murderous intent, but he was about to step forward to make a move, but his figure suddenly slammed and his eyes fell to the side.

"Goo-goo"

I saw a man in black clothes and white hair, who appeared at some point, leaning against the pillar on the side and grabbing a wine gourd, pouring it into his mouth, drunk and hazy.

"Drunken madness!"

Wu Qiuming's expression froze, and he suddenly blurted out.

"Click"

Suddenly, a steady footstep came slowly from outside the main hall, and the footsteps were not in a hurry or slow, which showed the stability of his mind.

Wu Qiuming's spiritual power in his body was raised, and he slowly turned around to stare, but saw an old man in coarse linen outside the main hall, standing quietly with his body bent, his eyelids drooping, and his eyes staring at him with cloudy eyes.

On the steps outside the main hall, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the figure gradually appeared, Wu Qiuming saw that the spiritual power in his body was suddenly uncontrollable, and a huge coercion suddenly poured out.

I saw a young man in white, who was slowly walking up with a warm smile on his face.