The sound of violent explosions alarmed the walls of Lin'an City, and many of the big men who were already asleep hurriedly climbed onto the city wall in sleep, and watched the earth-shattering battle in the distance outside Lin'an City with the soldiers who were keeping vigil at night. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An official who was in a hurry and had only thin pajamas on his body muttered as soon as he walked up to the wall.

"Isn't it a little too cold, where is autumn and this is simply winter. ”

Several officials who traveled with him also agreed, after all, they were just ordinary people, how could they endure such a chill.

Soon they saw a large number of soldiers gathered on the wall, looking at the scenery below, as if they were the onlookers who were watching and joining in the excitement when there was an occasional martial arts fight in Lin'an City.

"Go, go, what are you looking at?" a commander-level man went up and shouted twice, and then followed the gaze of the soldiers.

His gaze was fixed there.

Although he is the commander of the city, he is actually a cultivator of the Enlightenment Realm, but this is his secret, and the soldiers under his command do not know it.

At this moment, the commander of the city guard looked at the scenery below and muttered to himself, "Mother...... Where did this come from......"

On the empty official road between the mountains, under the moonlight, countless lights and shadows could be vaguely seen.

Then the storm and rain broke down, the dust was filled, and the turf was rolled up.

All the visions were calm in the air, and the hundreds of cultivators who were plotting against each other in the distance showed disbelief in their eyes, not expecting this to be the result.

The swordsman with Starlight as the sword intent, the sword broke.

The fighter who used the waves as an offensive had blood on his hands.

The icy man who attacked from behind had a flush on his face, and instead of freezing his opponent, his frost aura was spitting out a mouthful of blood himself.

The boy standing in the middle is the most miserable.

His green clothes were tattered and ragged, covered in dust, and he looked embarrassed.

Threads of blood flowed from his right arm and shoulder, and in addition to this, there were countless fine scars on his body, which were torn out by the collision of spiritual energy, making his whole person look like a bloody person.

The three senior figures in the middle of the Dragon's Eye Realm started at the same time, and it was actually such a result?

That swordsman is from a hidden killer organization in Beihai, and it is also the only killer organization in Beihai, he has never killed cultivators, as long as the price is high enough, even the existence of the late stage of the Dragon Eye Realm will be killed to you, and Li Molan is the new list that this killer organization has just followed, and the price is ten thousand taels of gold.

That boxer is an elder of the Vermilion Bird Sect, his appearance is not the meaning of the Vermilion Bird Sect Master, but his own meaning, his apprentice once died in the hands of the dry wine poem, and he did not accept any new apprentices for decades, because this will remind him of the dead beloved disciple, and now he left the Vermilion Bird Sect alone in order to seek revenge, which caught the Vermilion Bird Sect Master off guard.

And the man who used the frost aura was a loose cultivator named Wu Xuanshuang.

He has a rare Frost aura, a constant chill in battle, and was once a stunning figure who shocked many people decades ago, but then disappeared.

He also came here to seek revenge, although he was not a relative, but he was his best friend.

He didn't pay much attention to the righteous path and the demon path between the scattered cultivators, and his best friend was a person in the demon path, who used the technique of collecting yin and supplementing yang to steal people's essence, killing many mortal women, and then died tragically under the sword of the dry wine poem.

He also once persuaded this best friend to change his evil and return to the right, but at that time there was no turning back, this is not a sentence to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha can be solved, this close friend once said with a wry smile before he died: Brother Wu, don't be sad, I am already a heinous person, where is it worthy of your man to have tears and not flick, alas, I really want to be a good person in the next life, I have killed so many girls in this life, but I don't let them die, I am the one who died, this road of demon cultivation is really not going to go, you don't want to erect a monument for me in the future, let me return to dust and return to the earth, even if a person like me has a tombstone, it is not for others to scold。

At that time, Wu Xuanshuang gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement, and once thought that there was no possibility of revenge, but when he learned that the heir of the Beihai Sword Immortal appeared, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't even take care of eating, so he followed the whip day and night, and this thorn in his heart was uncomfortable if he didn't shave it, so he appeared here, so he wanted to kill Li Molan.

There are too many cultivators killed by Kujiu Shi, enough that those revenge seekers can kill Li Molan with a single fist, don't look at the hundreds of people here who are waiting to kill him, in fact, it is just because more people are still on the way.

Li Molan spurted out a mouthful of blood, thinking about the mess that the old sword fairy had left for him, but there was some brightness in his eyes.

What kind of person is dead, but can always keep the world in mind for years?

It is hard to imagine that sloppy old man can have such a feat, the old man always boasted about his romantic past, and the young man at that time did not believe it at all, and now that he thinks about it, the dead old man did not say a word of lie.

Li Molan gritted her teeth and stood up, bleeding all over her body, like a bloody person.

Everyone was shocked, they saw Li Molan fall silent before, thinking that she was dead, who knew that she was still alive, and there were such radiant eyebrows.

"It's really worthy of being the heir of the old sword fairy. ”

The old man hidden in the forest sighed.

It's just that with his words, his killing intent is also a little more.

The people around them also thought the same way, they looked at Li Molan with a little admiration and fear, of course, more killing intent and greed.

Li Molan ignored the sights and discussions around him, he inherited the sword path of the old sword immortal, as well as the will, so he could stand up again like this, but what kind of will did he inherit?

A sloppy old man with a goatee used a broom to sweep the North Sea for more than 100 years, and after more than 100 years, the North Sea was much cleaner, and the broom in the old man's hand was finally dirty.

Now that Li Molan has taken the dirty broom, what is he going to do?

He finally understood what he had to do.

He took the broom, and inherited the will of his old man.

And until this purpose is accomplished, he must not die.

The young man in the moonlight stood on the devastated official road, standing with a sword in his hand, his eyes bright like the stars of the Nine Heavens.

He exclaimed, "Come again!"

A desperate shout, but also a mockery.

Why can you still be so untouchingly provocative?

The swordsman who used Xinghui as a sword, the one who used the waves as a fist, and Wu Xuanshuang all thought so.

The three senior masters, who became famous decades ago, are now joining forces to fight a junior and being so despised by others, which is simply trampling on their dignity, even if they are shameless at the moment of shooting.

The younger generation in this decade is undoubtedly the most brilliant generation in Beihai for thousands of years, and almost everyone can exert combat effectiveness beyond this realm, among which Li Molan is definitely among the best, and he can withstand the cooperation of the three predecessors!

The galaxy is in the sky, this is the sword intent of that swordsman.

The sea is upside down, this is the boxer's punch.

The cold became more and more intense, and the sergeants and officials watching the battle on the wall of Lin'an City in the distance shivered because of the cold, and they still couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly even though they were hundreds of miles away.

An ice dragon broke through the sky, this was Wu Xuanshuang's famous stunt back then, and now it was born again, bringing bursts of exclamations!

Boom, boom, the ravines on the earth are criss-crossed, the ravines not far away are condensed by ice, the leaves in the mountains and forests are torn apart by the starlight, and the towering giant trees are washed away by the sea.

Countless cultivators retreated farther away in fear, and the earth-shattering place here was beyond the comprehension of many people.

Even the moonlight hid behind the black clouds out of fear, causing the sky to suddenly darken.

Behind the hustle and bustle, a figure was still standing.

He stood alone, like a pillar that would never fall.

The back is not very tall, but it looks like a real mountain, just like Lin'an City stands between heaven and earth.

There was more and more blood on Li Molan's body, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

At this moment, he remembered a lot of things.

He remembered the ancient war five thousand years ago, and he remembered the mythical bloody battle where tens of thousands of swords rushed to the sky and tore the sky.

Isn't it very similar to him now?

Now he looks as if he is going to die.

He was actually dying, but his eyes looked very energetic, and there seemed to be a lot of things hidden in his eyes.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he wanted to catch the feelings that flashed through his mind.

The galaxy falls again.

The waves are like a tide.

Thousands of avalanches.

Countless attacks have been repeated over and over again, and there are constantly visions on this empty mountain road surrounded by mountains.

The attacks were like a tidal wave, crashing against the reef that stood tall in the water.

The sword aura of the swordsman was like the illusion of countless stars, almost knocking the dragon elephant sword in his hand out of his hand, and the fist of the boxer was like a mountain and a sea, so heavy that it almost broke his bones, and thousands of punches arrived, bringing up a fluffy blood flower.

Wu Xuanshuang was shocked by the young man's terrifying will, I don't know if he felt an inexplicable horror, the attack was even more fierce, he didn't want to protect himself, he just wanted to kill the young man quickly, but the weirdness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and finally turned into a feeling of fear.

The protective body around Li Molan was shattered and reunited, reunited and broken, broken and condensed, but each time it became more and more fragile.

It was as if he was really going to die.

But why can't he see the fear of death in his eyes?

Wu Xuanshuang thought like this, but saw the young man who looked so weak that he could no longer stand up, and raised his hand.

It was not only the hand that was raised, but also the sword, the North Sea Dragon Elephant Sword.

What does he want to do? Does he have any energy left?

The onlookers speculated in silence that the boy had barely made a sound, and had done nothing but defense, and they all felt that he should not have the strength to fight back.

"In the past, there were seventy years of swords and swords of immortals in Yubei, and the swords and swords cut off the heads of immortals and paved the way for the people of the world, I am not so powerful, but I am not a soft persimmon that can be kneaded at will. ”

He stood there trembling, as if the wind would fall when it blew, and he couldn't help it.

He said softly, "Do you know how powerful Zhang Chunsheng's sword was back then? You don't know, do you? But you really want to feel it, right?"

"I'll oh, just learned. ”

"So, do you want to feel it, my sword is seventy years?"

"I didn't live long enough, but I managed to get a little bit of a skin. ”

Saying these puzzling gossip, he flicked his sword, leaving a silver arc of sword light in the night air.

He grinned.

"On behalf of the Yubei Immortals, I will let you see this sword for seventy years!"

A sword out.

Dust everywhere.

Between heaven and earth, countless sword qi soared into the sky, tearing through the clouds.

Billions of sand and gravel flew everywhere, shining brightly under the moonlight.

Hundreds of thousands of semi-permeable membrane ripples in the air form intertwined ripples, like a pool of water after the wind blows.

The swordsman spat blood from his mouth, flew upside down hundreds of feet, weakened, and was shocked to find that his vitality had been cut off.

The boxer's face was pale, his face instantly turned old, he was the worst at defense, not to mention that the years still passed, after a few moments, he turned into an old man who was about to die, fell to the ground, and died completely, it turned out that for some reason, his remaining longevity was not much.

Wu Xuanshuang retreated again and again, his clothes were cut off countless times, and a little scarlet scarlet gushed out from under his clothes, which soon made his whole body drenched in blood, and his clothes were blurred with flesh and blood, at the same time, his face did not change, but his beard turned white in an instant.

Seventy years with a sword, it is the years, the spring and autumn.

At this moment, time seems to freeze.

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(PS: Wait for the day when there are more people reading this book, I will create a group.,It doesn't matter if it's pirated.,You can enter.,I haven't created a Q group in my life!! of course, I still have to wait for more people...... Not now...... (To be continued.) )