It was still a clearing in the dense forest, and it was drizzling at this time. Wash the blood on the ground clean.

"'Trick Sword' Ren Qianchou, 'Lan Sword' Xie Jun, 'Angry Sword' Yun Tao, and a 100,000 Blood Killing Li Evil Spirit, three innate sword masters who have the hope of entering the realm of the Martial Sect, plus this future Heavenly Rank Li Evil Spirit. The loss of Cloud Defect Mountain this time is really not small-"

In the dense forest, a figure in black stood tall. Dressed in a black cloak, his face can be vaguely seen, delicate and beautiful, indistinguishable between men and women, and seems to be extremely young. He was looking up at the treetops.

"It's a pity! The sky is not beautiful, and all the blood stains have been diluted in this rain. In addition to you and me, there are at least five or more people here who have been here before us. I guess even if there are any traces, I can't find them-"

Beside him, there was another person, also dressed in black, but he did not hide his face. The nose is very large, occupying almost half of the face, and it is a thief's eyebrows, which looks extremely obscene. The ruthlessness that flashed in his eyes from time to time was even more chilling. At the moment, he is careless, patrolling around.

"Didn't you follow the order of the master to find the guy who killed Mi Lao? Why did you find here? Although I was entrusted by Zong Yang of Qiantian Mountain to send that prince back. However, didn't the former master think that their bid was too low, and he had already rejected it? This prince of the Qiantian Mountains has nothing to do with us now!"

"Naturally, it has a relationship!"

The handsome young man smiled coldly, walked up to a pine tree, and said lightly: "Most of the innate powerhouses who have a relationship with this Qiantian Mountain prince were near Cloud Holy City at that time. The people of Cloud Saint City know a little bit about us, and Lingyun Sect will not easily make a move against Mi Lao. I thought about it, and only this group of people was the most likely. I don't know Senior Brother Qiu Ling, do you think so?"

As he spoke, the handsome young man reached out and took a broken branch into his hand, and after looking at the broken branch, he immediately gasped.

"Dead to life. This man, such a sharp sword! worthy of a hundred thousand blood kills-"

"Li Evil Spirit's sword is naturally powerful. That madman who kills people without blinking! Even I was a little scared. Such a beautiful wife was beheaded by him and turned into a cup of loess. What a pity! How nice it would be to give it to me to play with? But the person who killed him was even more good. I don't know if it's really the hand of the Xuanwu Sect that suddenly appeared?"

Seeing that the handsome young man didn't answer silently, Qiu Ling didn't care, and began to walk around: "But what you said earlier, Senior Brother Yun, is very reasonable. At that time, near Cloud Saint City, there were at least seventy percent of the people in this group who were qualified to ask for Mi Lao's life! Maybe it was the four who had already died here!"

Suddenly stopped, staring at the still round head of the evil spirit at his feet. Qiu Ling's eyebrows furrowed, and he suddenly sneered.

"It's all dead, who can you show such a dead expression? Without life and without a sword, who else can you kill?"

He actually raised his foot and stepped on it heavily, crushing the head of this Li evil spirit like a watermelon.

However, the next moment, Qiu Ling's expression suddenly changed: "Is it sword qi?"

Countless fierce energies suddenly erupted under his feet. Qiu Ling's body retreated quickly, and in a breath, he retreated to twenty zhang away.

However, there are still countless scars under his feet, and countless wounds have been pierced on his feet. I couldn't help but curse: "This Li evil spirit, how can he still hurt people when he is dying!" Fortunately, Lao Tzu reacted quickly. Hey, there's something wrong—"

Thinking carefully about the situation just now, Qiu Ling suddenly gasped: "It's at the neck, it's not Li Xieling, it's the person who killed him, the sword qi and sword intent are all condensed, and there is more than half a day of lurking." This person is really amazing! Sure enough, he deserves to be the Xuanwu Sect!"

The young man surnamed Yun, at this time, his body also moved, and he flew to the still well-preserved body of Li Xieling, and looked at the fracture. After a moment, he shook his head slightly: "No! It's not at the level of sword intent." It feels like it should only be the innate realm, but how is this possible? Who is the innate powerhouse in this world who can defeat a hundred thousand blood kills? This Li Evil Spirit is proficient in the art of land galloping, and he is swift and unparalleled. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fled again and again in dozens of pursuits, who could make him unable to even flee for his life?"

The more he talked, the more confused he became, and his eyes were full of incomprehension. And Qiu Ling, who was cleaning up his wounds, was also stunned.

If the person who killed the Li Evil Spirit was a Xuanwu Sect, it would not be surprising that this matter would only secretly sigh that the life of this 100,000 blood killing was not good. But if it is the person who makes the move, it is just an innate martial artist. Then this time, the surname is completely different.

If this matter spreads in the cloud world. Not only is it bordering Yunlu in the east, but it is necessary to shake it a few times. Even the central cloud and land must be alarmed.

The name of 100,000 blood killing Li Evil Spirit shocked more than just Yunlu in the east. To be able to kill this person in the innate realm, this person's talent is so strong, wouldn't it be far more than 100,000 blood killing?

The brows of the young man surnamed Yun were also slightly furrowed, and after a while, he suddenly smiled again, and slapped out with a palm, which actually caused Li Xiling's body to turn into ashes in an instant.

"Senior brother, thanks to you this time, I really found something interesting. It may not have something to do with Millao, but I'm curious now, and I'm going to see what happens—"

※※※※ In the Yunling Divine Palace, Long Ruo was driving the giant Jiao and flying towards a hall in the distance.

This palace in the clouds is located in the depths of the sea of clouds. The area is vast, and everywhere there are clouds and mist that cannot see the edge.

The beauty of the scenery is truly unparalleled. But if you are used to it, it is just ordinary.

When the dragon arrived at the place in front of the stone hall, he flew down from the spirit beast he was escorting, and then walked all the way inside.

Although it is a large area, it is sparsely populated. If the dragon walks into the door, there are only five people sitting in the huge space in this stone hall.

Four of them, all dressed in green robes, with withered faces and closed eyes, sat on the left and right sides. There was only one person at the top, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like paint, and a handsome face, about seventeen or eighteen years old, who was looking at him with a smile at the moment, "But I wonder why I called you here?

As he spoke, the young man in the hall waved his hand, and a blue light flew in. Long Ruo raised his eyebrows, showing a somewhat dignified color, his big sleeves bulging, and a force of absorption was issued. Carefully take the blue light in your hand. But it was a small sword more than two feet long, sharp and cold.

"It's a Broken Blade!"

Long Ruo's eyebrows raised, and then he was overjoyed, and saluted upwards and left and right: "Thank you for the love of the master and several uncles, with this sword, Long Ruo's swordsmanship will definitely be stronger." ”

Then he was curious: "This broken bladed sword, but I don't know where I got it? Isn't it a legend that the sect has been looking for it for two hundred years, but there is no whereabouts. Is it possible that this sword has been destroyed by that man?"

"It was bought by your ancestor mad brother, and the one who found this sword was the Sect Guard of Qiantian Mountain. Hiding in an ordinary Black Wave Sword, it was really surprising! In order to buy this sword, Ren Madness used two Human Extreme Pills, a fifth-order soul beast. If you say the queen, you have to compensate him for one or two—"

When the young man above said this, he frowned slightly: "The human madness also said that this sect guards can't practice with dual veins, and there is no trace of internal breath so far." However, this person was able to find this sword, obviously some luck. If you have seen him with your own eyes, do you really think that he has no hope of cultivation?"

"Nothing to worry about?"

Long Ruo was slightly stunned, he remembered that when they met last time, the prince of Qiantian Mountain had clearly reached the realm of martial artists, and his foundation was not weak. Why does the ancestor mad junior brother say that the child has no internal breath at all?

Immediately, he didn't care, or maybe this son gave up hope completely, and he scattered his true anger. With the body of two veins, cultivating martial arts, almost every moment is torture, and it is not surprising to give up.

After pressing this doubt, he didn't hesitate much, Long Ruo shook his head for a while: "I remember that I told my master in my previous life that there are other hidden dangers in this son." The soul is broken, and there are heavenly and human obstacles. I expect that in his life, he will only be able to reach the secret martial artist realm at most! As for the spiritual method, once he reaches the out-of-body realm, he will definitely die. If you're wrong, you'll gouge out my eyes—"

The young man in the hall immediately chuckled, and after a while, he sighed regretfully: "It's a pity! This son has a good surname, and his martial arts and talisman talents are also extremely top, why is he unable to practice? The heart of heaven is impermanent, and it is really unpredictable!"

Long Ruo was silent, and for some reason, when he said what he had just said. In the soul thoughts, there was suddenly an inexplicable uneasiness, as if he had done something irreparable wrong, and his heart trembled.

The young man didn't notice Long Ruo's different color, and after sighing, his expression became solemn: "A year later, it will be the opening of the Dragon Gate." The disciples of all sects will gather in Julong Mountain. Many strong people in Yunlu in the east will also participate. However, among these thousands of people, only twenty were able to have the opportunity to see the Martial Saint's photo. What my sect can handle now is only you and the ancestor madman. If you are a son, you need to be prepared for a good life! If you lose the face of my sect, you will not be spared!"

This sound was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, which made the dragon suddenly come back to his senses and immediately restrain all distracting thoughts. Facing upwards, he saluted: "If Long understands it, he will never live up to the expectations of his master and uncles!"

There was a stirring in the chest, and the Longmen Martial Saint took a photo, which only appeared once every hundred years. It is a martial saint powerhouse who shook the world 10,000 years ago, and a stone wall left by his own hands, and those who can have the fate to participate in enlightenment are all martial arts advancements.

Although he cultivates as a spirit master, he is biased towards sword cultivation, and the photo of the Martial Saint is equally important to him.

is even more faintly looking forward to competing with many heroes in the east of Yunlu!

(To be continued)