"Do you understand this?" Staring at Gu Xiyin, Luo Yunhan's face was cold, with a hint of sternness.

Gu Xiyin groaned and nodded slightly hesitantly.

Not within Gu Xiyin's sight, Luo Yunhan's face changed, and then he said to Gu Xiyin: "You think carefully here, if you have any questions, write them down," Without delay, Luo Yunhan got up and walked outside the courtyard.

——

Luo Yun'er, who was dressed in a blue-purple silk long skirt, a knee-length skirt, and long legs, was waiting for Luo Yunhan respectfully, and when she saw Luo Yunhan appear, she hurriedly stepped forward with a serious expression: "Pavilion Master," The light in the palm of his hand flickered, and some fragments appeared: "The jade plate you left for that guy was broken,,"

Luo Yun's cold color changed, and he hurriedly said, "Is there any information left in it?"

Luo Yun'er nodded slightly: "Yes, but it's not that guy's breath, it seems that it's a woman next to that guy's disciple." Retracting the fragments, she said: "The saints of the Blood Sword Sect are coercing, and they !!are in a hurry" Between the words, she observed the face of her pavilion master from time to time, and she wanted to know how far that guy could make her pavilion master.

With a cold snort, Luo Yun said in a deep voice: "Blood Sword Ancestor?" The jade hand waved: "Prepare for the teleportation array, go to the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

Luo Yun'er was stunned for a moment, and then nodded a little sluggishly: "Yes, Pavilion Master!"

——

The clouds and mist are shrouded, and the mountains are standing, and there are hundreds of straight peaks, high or low, small or majestic, up to the sky.

There was a faint array between the mountain peaks, and the wisps of awe-inspiring sword intent fluttered all over a radius of hundreds of miles, making the bones of the people who came shiver.

From time to time, it can be seen that the Dao sword light is wrapped in some figures, relying on the void to resist the wind, shuttling between the foggy sea and stone forests.

In the depths of the clouds and mist, a majestic palace, outside the hall, thousands of swords are suspended in the air at a height of thousands of meters, swinging with the breeze, knocking and colliding, crisp and pleasant.

Smack!

The sound of the collision between the hard object and the jade floor made the people in the hall raise their eyes, look at the comer, and say in a casual tone: "Today, what kind of wind blew Fairy Luo onto my little Tianjian Mountain?"

Syllable!

He put down the jar with his right hand, picked up another jar from his hand, unsealed the mud, and drank by himself, and the liquor flowed down his chest.

The voice ticked, like a pearl jade plate: "The dignified Heavenly Sword Sect Sect Master actually spends all day drinking and drinking, without the slightest self-discipline as a saint,"

The man lying on his back put down the wine jar and stood up: "I only have a wine field here, but there is no place to spend the sky,"

The body is thin, slender, with soft facial features, waist-length white hair, blurred eyes, white robes scattered, showing some chest muscles, and landing barefoot.

The light faded slightly, revealing the whole picture of the person.

The face of the visitor is exquisite, the facial features are three-dimensional, the eyes are blue, like the blue sea, splashing, sparkling, the dark blue long hair is scattered over the shoulders, although the white gauze skirt is loose, proudly supported by women, graceful and exquisite, and overflowing with style.

It's the 'Hanyun Pavilion' pavilion master, Luo Yunhan!

The person with a thin and slender body is the master here, the sect master of the 'Heavenly Sword Sect', the top force of the three grades, the 'Heavenly Sword Sect'.

Luo Yunhan didn't say much, with a wave of his big hand, the eighteen wine jars were stacked and placed in front of the Heavenly Sword Sanren.

Originally, the Heavenly Sword Sanren, who had been complaining, immediately stopped talking, and with a big move, a wine jar flew into his hand, and drank the sea bitterly.

The corners of his mouth were slightly curvature, and Luo Yunhan was just watching from the side, with a great sense of wisdom in his hand.

"Ha!" Tianjian Sanren shouted happily and raised his right hand: "Yun Han, you still understand me, say, who do you want me to deal with, as long as it's not an earth saint, everything else is easy to say,, hehe,"

It is said that in the realm of scattering people with the Heavenly Sword, there are few wines in the world that can make them drunk, but the things that Luo Yunhan took out made his face red, his soft facial features, and his white face revealed a demonic smelt.

Luo Yunhan looked dignified, sitting on a guest seat surrounded by a large number of wine jars,,

——

The cloud of blood shrouded the sky and did not disperse all day long.

The earth is gloomy and dark, birds and beasts are not near, ordinary people step in, as if they are stepping on the road to the netherworld,

On the horizon, the white light is overwhelming, and a figure shoots out from the white light, the figure is thin, the jade face is white, the expression is indifferent, the breath is restrained, and the sword is walking, like a god, proudly coming to the world!

A bare hill shot out a bloody light, the blood light converged, and a withered man with a gloomy expression had to give up: "I don't know why the Sword Saint is here?"

Below, the young disciple who was about to scold in front of the old man was speechless.

This man who looks like a young man and looks less than thirty is ,,, a sword master!!

Heavenly Sword Sanren's eyes drooped: "It's nothing, I know that the Blood Sword is not in the sect, you wait to inform him," his eyes looked down: "If you don't go back, today, you will all turn into dust," The voice was not loud, but it was like a giant hammer hitting the hearts and minds of everyone present.

The withered old man's pupils narrowed, and he forced himself to compose: "What is the intention of the Sword Saint's move, could it be that the disciples of my sect are annoying the Sword Saint, or the descendants of the Sword Saint,"

The heavenly sword scattered people without speaking, just standing in the wind, sitting cross-legged on the giant sword, quietly, waiting,

is so silent, the withered old man is even more panicked,,

hurriedly turned around, and flew towards the Blood Sword Sect Sect Master's Treasure Hall,

The environment is dead and silent, no one dares to speak,,

——

"Heavenly Sword, what the hell are you going to do," the sea of blood rolled, coming from afar, the voice was rolling, like a lion roaring and a tiger roaring, and he was very angry: "In my Blood Sword Sect, it is difficult to provoke a sect war,,?"

Skinny as firewood, dressed in a scarlet blood robe, with a skull-like face, the momentum is soaring, surrounded by three blood-like scarlet giant swords, and the end is angry and corrupted.

"Blood Sword," Heavenly Sword Sanren said in a calm tone: "You are still the same as before,"

He smiled faintly: "The sect war, do you think that you are still qualified to ,,? now?"

The momentum is like a dragon, breaking through the blood-colored sky, the clouds and mist retreat, the heavenly sword scatters the whole person like a round of sun, endless light scatters, and countless people around them all close their eyes.

But in the depths of my mind, the sun is still there.

Thousands of miles away, ordinary people in the world thought that the sun fell into the surface, and the warriors felt the holy will of the saints.

The Blood Sword Ancestor's expression changed slightly: "I didn't expect you to take that step," retracting the Blood Sword, he waved his hand, and the Holy Will converged, confined to a radius of 100 miles: "Say, what do you want to do," For the first time, he felt aggrieved for the first time as an ancestor,

"Hehe," Tianjian Sanren smiled: "What, aren't you afraid of causing a sect war?"

The Blood Sword Ancestor's body trembled: "I'll talk to you now, don't go too far,"

Heavenly Sword scattered people with a smile and retracted: "That's good," stepped out, the figure disappeared, but the voice continued to echo in the sky: "Someone asked me to tell you,"

"Strong twisted melon,,Not sweet,,"