Electricity and flint, rabbits rise and fall, and mutations stop.

At the moment of the tragic death of the two junior brothers, the old man surnamed Mo was stunned.

"Why...... Who are you, and why do you meddle in our feud with the Broken Sea!"

Li Chunshui replied coldly: "Li Xunhuan!"

But he didn't have the kind heart to answer the other party's doubts.

Li Xunhuan?

Qingmei covered her mouth and chuckled, since the junior brother was disguised, he didn't know how to change his voice.

"Sure enough, the junior brother looks best in black!"

The old man surnamed Mo laughed miserably, and his emotions began to get out of control.

"Haha...... Jianzong, Li Xunhuan, haha...... I'm sorry for my grandfather!"

He was determined to live and die, gave up his reason, and all the true elements in his body suddenly exploded.

More than a dozen chaotic sword lights, which were wider than before, suddenly burst out in a fan-shape from in front of him.

Like a rain of swords, there seems to be a sense of restraint in the space, and the power of heaven and earth seems to be a little viscous.

With the last blow of burning life, he reached the highest level of the Mixed Knife Sect Knife Technique.

"Get out of the way!"

Qingmei in the distance exclaimed.

The congenital consummation suicidal blow was not trivial, and it was difficult for them to resist, even if Li Chunshui was a sword cultivator.

His realm is still very low.

Li Chunshui's pupils shrank, the dantian sword pill rotated rapidly, the sword cultivation edge was triggered, and an extremely thin sword light broke through the shackles of the power of heaven and earth.

The others turned into a shock with the light of the sword, and instantly flashed out of the restraints.

The Chaos Sword Light slashed all on the auxiliary peak of the Iron Mountain Sect, and the sound of "poof" sounded at the same time.

Huge rockslides flew down and smashed into the lake below.

Huge waves splashed, and then calmed down again.

The aura of the old man surnamed Mo has been reduced to a minimum, and he can barely maintain his floating figure.

Li Chunshui's heart palpitated, his eyes were cold, and he waved his hand to make up for a sword.

Tiny blood flowers burst out from the eyebrows of the old man surnamed Mo, and he fell silently.

The mountain breeze blew away the smell of blood, and only Li Chunshui and Qingmei were left in the air.

In the distance, there was a hazy blue light dissipating in a corner under the mountain, it was the light of the Dry Sky Mirror, and no one noticed it.

Li Chunshui looked at Qingmei.

A warm and charming smile bloomed on Qingmei's face, and the charm in her eyes was undiminished, and Miaoman's figure flew towards him.

From murderous to tender, she transitioned so naturally.

The familiar fragrant wind penetrated Li Chunshui's nostrils.

His heart moved, put away his sword, and opened his mouth lightly, but he also looked polite, like that.

"In the Xia Jian Sect Li Xunhuan, I have seen the girl!"

Girl, her beautiful eyes wandered, and she chuckled.

"Hehe, I don't know which peak of the Sword Sect you're from?"

"This ......"

Li Chunshui was speechless, the ghost knows what peaks the True Martial Sword Sect has!

"Hahahaha......"

Qingmei laughed and trembled.

Li Chunshui's old face was red, but he couldn't see the abnormality through the mask.

He knew that he was recognized by Qingmei.

"How did Senior Sister recognize me?"

He thinks that his acting skills are not bad.

Qingmei stared into his eyes, and her tenderness was not disguised in the slightest.

"No matter what you become, Senior Sister will always recognize you. ”

Li Chunshui felt that a soft place in his heart was touched.

He didn't know what that feeling meant, but Senior Sister was becoming more and more important in his heart.

He looked away, and he looked away, and he looked away.

"Senior sister, what are the peaks of the Sword Sect? ”

Qingmei knew that Li Chunshui had some opportunities in the Jingsu Sword Mansion, and the sword technique was probably one of them.

As for how he can practice the sword technique, this is not something that Qingmei has to care about.

"Silly junior brother, the Sword Sect does not distinguish any peak, they follow the example of the Star Sword Sect to establish a palace, Lu Qianfan was from the Thousand Snow Palace before, and the Ice Sword line belongs to the Ice Palace......"

Qingmei briefly told Li Chunshui about it.

The True Martial Sword Sect is still self-aware, and it does not stand on its own Star Moon Sword Three Palaces.

Li Chunshui went down and swept away the storage rings of the three dead people, with a smile on his face.

The two rushed back to Beishan City.

In a small courtyard behind the attic of Taiyi Shop in Beishan City, Zao Wou-Ki was still sitting in the pavilion.

He never seemed to leave there, and the blood wine in the pot never seemed to be finished.

It was dark, and the lights in the attic and courtyard were on, but the pavilion was still dark.

Someone walked into the courtyard, and it was still the disciple of Taiyi Sect, and he still walked to the position of the last time, and he saluted with the same respectful gestures.

It seems to be a previous picture loop.

"Senior brother, those three missed and died. ”

Zao Wou-Ki was a little surprised.

The miss was something he expected, and it would be not very happy to die.

He had thought it would be useful to keep the three of them.

"What happened?"

"A disciple of the Sword Sect passed by and helped the Qingmei of the Broken Sea Sect to relieve the siege. ”

Zao Wou-Ki put down the flask and frowned.

"How could a disciple of the Sword Sect come here, and who is that person?"

"Looking at Mian Sheng, Li Xunhuan, who calls himself the Sword Sect, and looks at his swordsmanship, it should be the first vein of Qianxue Palace. ”

"Li Xunhuan ......"

I haven't heard that the younger generation of the Sword Sect has such a person, is it their hidden genius?

Zao Wou-Ki was a little angry, and he hated the surname Li.

However, the junior brother in front of him was also surnamed Li, and he glanced at the junior brother surnamed Li coldly.

The disciple surnamed Li trembled in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a snake and scorpion.

He didn't know what he was saying wrong.

He didn't look up, and continued to report: "There is one more thing ......"

"We had an accident in Fang City in Jinghu City, and there were disciples of the Immortal Sect who made trouble inside, injured several juniors on duty, and killed one person, that person was extremely arrogant, and he still did not leave Jinghu City. ”

"What the deacon means is that there is no need to mobilize manpower from other places, which is on the edge of the Immortal Sect boundary after all...... Please come over, brother. ”

Zao Wou-Ki no longer bothered about the question of the surname Li, he turned his head, finally drank a sip of blood wine, turned his hand and put away the wine jug.

"Got it, bunch of trash!"

There was a sound of breaking the air.

The disciple surnamed Li looked up, and Zao Wou-Ki had disappeared into the gloomy pavilion.

Li Chunshui and the others returned to Beishan City.

When he was on the road, he had already learned the identities of the three from Qingmei, and the context of this mission was highlighted.

The remnants of the Mixed Sword Sect who were wiped out by the Broken Sea Sect had hatred in their hearts, and with the help of the Taiyi Sect, they took revenge, it was as simple as that.

He learned that the cause of this incident turned out to be that the Mixed Knife Sect wanted to arrest him and exchange the benefits of the thunder penalty order with Taiyimen.

He scolded fiercely "deserved".

He doesn't need to understand the situation and sorrow of the weak, he just needs to keep getting stronger.

Endlessly getting stronger until he transcends this heaven and earth and achieves the great freedom he wants.

There are a lot of circles outside, and he has to break them layer by layer.

That's not terrible, he thinks, that should be the meaning of the Heavenly Dao to let him be reborn.

Fang Ze's so-called freedom is nothing more than self-deception.

Zifei fish, the joy of Anchi fish?

He didn't know how happy a fish was, but he knew that it would certainly not be happy when it was going to be eaten.

Flying immortals to swim, hugging the bright moon and ending long, isn't that fragrant?

They came to the street in front of Lingyun Pavilion.

The 100,000 lights in Beishan City are uneven, and there is an endless stream of cultivators.

It's still deserted.

Most practitioners who pass by here choose to avoid it.

People who don't know the truth still feel that there is an unknown danger in that three-story attic.

Li Chunshui was not so particular, mana poured out, and he waved his sleeves and blasted open the door of the attic.

They walked in.

The pitch black patch could not affect the vision of the innate cultivators.

There were several corpses on the ground, presumably the previous disciples of the pavilion.

The item cabinet was crooked and scattered, and no other scattered cultivators dared to snatch the treasures sold such as spirit grass pills.

After exploring the three floors, they found nothing else, and this should be the end of the matter.

From beginning to end, no disciples of the Taiyi Sect appeared in this matter.

So they have no reason to make any more waves.

Li Chunshui sent a reply to the sect about the mission.