This night siege of the thirty-six stars came to an end.

The three swordsmen who were supporting each other, all of them had some scars and blood stains from the battle, which should have been miserable, but among the broken corpses and flesh around them, they looked extremely heroic.

It's like three comrades-in-arms who came out of the sea of swords and fires together.

They are each other's best comrades-in-arms.

Xing Yan, who was still carrying the green jade wine bottle, while greeting the white-haired old man who fell from the clouds, looked at Fang Chen with embarrassment in his eyes, and both of them had some regret that they couldn't see the fifth senior brother fall out of the mud.

Xu Xin is indeed the best fifth senior brother for Fang Chen and Xing Cheng, two junior brothers in different periods.

But this senior brother who has been practicing in Humble Peak all the year round and always has a gentle smile on his face, because he majored in the way of sword intent, his mastery of ideas is unparalleled, so in the eyes of the two junior brothers, Xu Xin is a little too perfect, lacking the smell of fireworks in the world.

Even when Fang Chen first went up the mountain and didn't know anything about sword cultivation, and Xu Xin taught him sword dao from scratch, the young man from Broken Lane had never seen a person with such patience and was willing to tell the young man the most basic kendo knowledge that Qingshan didn't want to mention at all, bit by bit, in every detail.

Xu Xin has never had any harsh criticism of Fang Chen, even when he was a teenager practicing swordsmanship, because he had never been in contact with martial arts, he often took the wrong path of cultivation, Xu Xin would only correct it little by little, not disappointed, let alone scold.

The fifth senior brother under the knees of the old peak master has always been so gentle.

But it's a pity that such a gentle fifth senior brother has met two of the most difficult junior brothers in the world.

When the eight disciples under the knees of the old peak master, Xing Cheng was at the bottom of the ranking, he often went to the other main peaks of Qingshan to make trouble, or even went to the Stygian Sea, so as to fight with the younger generation of the big family behind those demon emperors, and every time this happened, the person standing next to Xing Cheng was often Xu Xin with a smile on his face.

Humble Feng's fifth senior brother seems to have been born to take care of the aftermath of the so-called junior brother.

Therefore, this time Fang Chen and the old peak lord traveled to the western soil for the first time, and Xu Xin rushed to the western soil with Taishang in the green mountains as soon as he learned about the secret letter of the mountain ghost.

It's just that what I did for the little junior brother this time was not to deal with the aftermath, but to open the way.

The bloodstains in the yellow sand are a sword path that leads from the western soil to the green mountains.

The breeze blew through the yellow sand after the war, the smell of blood spread far away, and the beasts that approached again not far away let out a few whimpering for food, Xu Xin stared at the eye contact of the two little junior brothers, one on the left and one on the right, and shook his head helplessly.

It is a great blessing and a great misfortune to have this junior brother.

The battle above the Supreme, Fang Chen has never seen it with his own eyes, but just the moment when the rhyme flows, it can cover the sky and the sun, such a great power in the world, and the merit and creation, indeed shocked the young man who has lived in the dilapidated alley since he was a child, and yearned for it.

Therefore, the old peak lord who had returned from the battle between the supreme in the clouds and the black lake, after taking a look at the injuries of the three disciples, made a mark towards Xu Xin quite approvingly, and after dissipating the Dao injuries in his body, he turned his head to look at Fang Chen on the left side of the three of them, coughed lightly, and smiled incomprehensibly.

"The supreme who came here in the black lake this time, his name is Ke Ji, and he is a figure of the same generation as the master who is the teacher, and the supreme preacher should have been preaching for more than two hundred years. ”

"Such a senior, in addition to his qualifications, his strength is naturally extraordinary, but there is still a gap between him and his master. ”

The old peak master's words fell, and there was obviously a moment's pause, so the little uncle Qingshan, who had been groping between the city and the field for many years, was first shocked when he heard the words, and then nodded solemnly in his eyes, and then shook his head again, as if he didn't see the old peak master's right hand behind him still trembling a little, and he answered the words.

"Chen'er, you can't say that, although the senior was seriously injured by the master in this battle with the master, but between the supreme and the supreme, it can't be described as a gap, and the cover can be called - not at the same level. ”

When the old peak master heard this, there was obviously a little bit of praise in his eyes for his closed disciple, and then because he was quite happy, he subconsciously took out his right hand that was still a little trembling because of the collision of the Supreme Avenue just now, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and then under the pretense of ignoring the eyes and noses of several disciples, he laughed and stroked the snow-white beard on his chin, shook his head and said.

The words are full of domineering.

"The strength and realm of the master have actually been cultivated for a long time, and such a result is really deserved. ”

"Indeed, Master's cultivation is already at the top of the world, even among all the Supreme Realm cultivators in the two worlds, he should be the strongest group, and he admires it. ”

"The little junior brother and the senior brother are right. ”

Xu Buwu withdrew his right hand and smiled lightly, so the three disciples who had already recovered some strength, the most humane junior disciple nodded first, and smiled with reverence.

Fang Chen's words fell, and Xu Xin and Xing Cheng, who realized it later, understood what the master meant, and actually wanted to shamelessly let the disciple praise his combat strength and results, Xu Xin was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile.

Only Xing Yan, who was still holding the wine bottle and indulging in the aroma of wine, muttered a little vaguely while holding the wine.

As a result, Xu Xin, who had the keenest perception of Yiyi, obviously felt that the moment Xing Yan's words fell, the momentum on the side of the master sank slightly.

"Well, sword cultivation and sword cultivation focus on sincerity, just this fight, although the master did not interfere in your battle, but in fact, he has been paying attention to you.

Chen'er and Xin'er are not afraid of danger, they perform well, and after returning to the mountain, they will enter the clumsy peak Yunhai to understand the sword, as for you kid, while drinking and chanting poetry while taking out the sword, it seems to be free and easy, but in fact, the sword heart is not sincere, and they only care about pretending to be forced, and after returning to the mountain, they enter the sword cliff for a month of retreat and polish the sword heart. ”

Sure enough, after the three disciples spoke one after another, the old peak master stroked his beard again, looked at Fang Chen and Xu Xin and nodded with satisfaction, and then raised his hand to give Xing Cheng a violent shiver on his forehead, and pouted his lips with some regret.

"Okay, we've been chatting for a long time, and you're almost done pranayama, Xitu's journey to your little junior brother's sword questioning road will continue, so you will continue to go west as a teacher. ”

The yellow sand was still scorching, and the old peak lord turned his head to glance at the corpses of the night stars all around, and then cast his gaze forward.

The joke between the master and the disciple seemed meaningless, but it was actually the pranayama time that the old man Xu Buwu deliberately left for the three disciples to fight.

After going through life and death, it is time to move on.

The place where the remnant sun fell like blood is the end, but also a new life.

All the way to the west.

All the way to the east.

The vermilion killing order issued by the night of the Great Summer was headed by the dynasty in the black lake to worship the supreme Ke Ji, and set off with thirty-six night stars, but in the end, there was only one red-robed old man whose right arm had completely disappeared from the yellow sand in the western soil all the way to the east.

The heavy blow in the mouth of the old peak master is not arrogance, let alone jokes.