The scarlet characters are bloody, and the poignant horizontal is presented at the entrance of the Red Maple Mountain Range, and those who come in and out can see the bloody and mottled characters when they open their eyes, exuding ancient desolation and world-shattering killing intent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you don't destroy the red maple, you won't be safe forever!

Those whose strength is slightly low, looking at the scarlet characters, like a nightmare of hell, under a slight glance, the heart is shocked and shocking, looking at the bloody characters, it is like being in the sea of corpses and blood, and there are a lot of white bones under his feet.

The body trembled, unconsciously casting an indelible shadow.

All of a sudden, the maple red pavilion, the wind is loud!

Jun Qinghan, the evil star, is back, when the Hundred Pavilions held the throne of the leader, the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion Pavilion Lord was killed or injured, and now the strength is not yesterday, I don't know what kind of storm it will set off?

Hongfeng Baige is very aggrieved in his heart, Fenghan Pavilion is in the Red Maple Mountains, and everyone has betrayed his relatives, and no one wants to see him, but according to Jun Qinghan's posture, it seems that he wants to cause trouble to the east, and directly find trouble with Baige, this posture is a bit wrong.

The Red Maple Mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and among the undulating mountains, a glorious hall exudes a clear golden light, and the three big characters on the hall radiate a sharp light:

Kaede Hankaku!

In the middle of the hall sat an old man, his face covered with ravines, like dead tree bark, with a solemn expression, mixed with a trace of undetectable gloom.

"Jun Qinghan, Hundred Pavilion Lord?"

"Yes, Pavilion Master, it is Jun Qinghan, a traitor who escaped from Fenghan Pavilion three years ago, he killed Zhao Pan above the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion Martial Arts, and the invincible Pavilion Master also died because Jun Qinghan was whipped by the dragon's tail, and later, he killed many elders of my Fenghan Pavilion."

Feng Han's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of Sen Han's killing intent.

At the beginning, Feng Han was invincible and was whipped to death by the dragon dragon, he didn't dare to speak boldly, he didn't dare to offend the dragon clan, so he had to be ruthless in the bottom of his heart, and later he ordered someone to slaughter Jun Qinghan's family, but he didn't expect to come back only a crippled elder, and after bringing back a sentence, he died sadly.

"Thousand Days Festival, blood-stained red maple!"

Feng Han's sleeve robe waved, his expression was gloomy, "I want to see, with your own strength, how to stain my Feng Han Pavilion with blood, how to make this thousands of miles of red maple not grow an inch of grass", said, his dry hands squeezed tightly, and the bronze wine glass in his palm turned into powder.

"Pavilion Master, Jun Qinghan's strength should not be underestimated, not to mention that behind him, there is even more huge strength, our Fenghan Pavilion ......"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of", Feng Hanjue suddenly rolled up his sleeve robe, "The Thousand Days Sacrifice, the blood stains the red maple, if it is an external force, he will be ashamed of his oath to himself, and he has no face to live in the world, but with his own strength, he can really flatten the Red Maple Hundred Pavilions, and he is too ignorant and arrogant, and he can destroy the Qin family, but he may not be able to destroy the forces of the hundred schools." ”

"The pavilion master said yes, Jun Qinghan killed my Fenghan Pavilion people, and he must be the head of it, so that he can show my Fenghan divine power and crush the Baige on the soles of his feet. ”

"You, go down and prepare, I want Jun Qinghan to survive, I can't die, enjoy a thousand days of Ling Chi to avenge my son", the middle-aged man under Feng Han's finger said coldly, "Remember, you must not let Jun Qinghan use external force."

"Yes!"

............

Lingxiao's martial arts are calm again!

And everyone, but smelled the smell of gunpowder in the air, looked at the hazy sky, and sighed that a trace of mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

Before, Jun Qinghan disappeared for three days, planting hundreds of thousands of tons of explosives in the mountains around the Qin family, and this time he disappeared, but he must not be allowed to take advantage of it.

Hundreds of thousands of people in Baige are looting inch by inch of the Red Maple Mountain Range, for fear that thousands of miles of rivers and mountains will soar into the air again!

In the Lingxiao Palace, Ling Zhan sat firmly on the dragon chair, usually with slightly bitter tea, but there was a hint of a smile on his serious face, and he played with the teacup in his hand and said softly:

"This tea, fragrant!"

He never thought that Jun Qinghan would actually spearhead the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion this time, the continuous Red Maple Mountain Range, the Hundred Pavilions Chen Li, and his entangled forces were enough to compete with the royal family, which was always his heart disease, and he appeased Zhao'an many times, but it had no effect.

And now, the human slaughter wants to stain the red maple with blood!

Ling Zhan's blood, which had been silent for many years, suddenly boiled, "How many years, the Red Maple Hundred Pavilion has suppressed the royal family, and he, the emperor, is so aggrieved, if Jun Qinghan can succeed, he can conquer the martial arts on a large scale!"

When the time comes, the imperial order of the Lingxiao Empire will be respected, only the royal family, there will be no rivers and lakes, the order will be out, the territory will be surrendered, and the people of the Quartet will not dare to obey the order, but if they resist, they will be slashed!

Ling Zhan's heart was boiling, imagining that after the fall of the Hundred Pavilions, would he be in charge of the expedition?

The entire Lingxiao Empire, on the surface, is as calm as the unbridled sea, but it can roll up the sky full of silver snow in an instant, causing the entire heaven and earth to swell wildly, slapping the sky and shaking the earth.

......

One day!

Two days!

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Four days!

Five days!

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Time passed quietly, but Jun Qinghan disappeared completely, the major forces couldn't hold their breath, and sent spies to inquire about Jun Qinghan's news, the longer Jun Qinghan disappeared, the more suspicious Red Maple Baige became.

Disappear for three days, 100,000 explosives!

This has been gone for seven days, what is Jun Qinghan doing, the spies of the entire Lingxiao Empire can't find any clues about Jun Qinghan.

The rivers are beautiful, the peaks are beautiful, the flowing water is murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant!

In the red maple mountain range, a man in a white robe is full of green silk, strolling in the stream and mountain road, lingering all the way, such as in his own yard, enjoying the flowers and making the moon.

After a long time, the man came to a mountain gate, and tens of thousands of steps stretched up under his feet......

The luster of the original glazed ladder is slightly dim, covered with lonely red maples, the ladder sways up, mixed with a trace of coldness, every time you step on the ladder, Jun Qinghan feels a lot colder.

The mood is suddenly heavy!

The soles of the feet are like a thousand pounds of boulders, and it is difficult to step on every step of the stairs.

Half a day later, the mountain gate is less than a hundred feet away from Jun Qinghan, looking at the wall is slightly damaged and dilapidated, the front of the door is covered by red maple, the courtyard face falls, it looks dark red, and the air is filled with coldness and desolation.

The three vermilion characters withered, poignant:

Cold Moon Pavilion!

Jun Qinghan's pupils moved slightly, a trace of chill rose around his body, looking at the word "cold", it was particularly dazzling, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness like dust in his heart.

"Knock...... Boom...... Boom!"

Fingers clasped on the door, making a dull sound, and in the silence of the air, the sound was particularly harsh.

After a long time, the door creaked open, making a creaking sound, and the two women in white, with a cold face, looked at Jun Qinghan proudly, like a lonely Qinglian who admired herself, her voice was clear and cold:

"Leng Yue Pavilion, only the female dependents are left, if you go any further, you will die!"

Jun Qinghan tried his best to restrain the murderous aura emanating from his body, making his breath gentle, looking at the two women, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Under Jun Qinghan, I came to meet the Lord of the Cold Moon Pavilion!"

"Get out!"

The two women's faces were like frost, and the long sword in their hands showed a hint of coldness, and they looked at Jun Qinghan coldly, their eyes were full of vigilance, and they slowly closed the door.

Leng Yue Pavilion has not asked about Hongchen for three years, so he naturally doesn't know that the person in front of him is Tu Jun Qinghan, who was found by the Lingxiao Empire to turn the sky upside down.

"Oriental Dust!"

Listening to Jun Qinghan's words, the woman's hand closed the door for a moment, and then her eyes exploded with murderous intentions, and the long sword in her hand let out a low whistling sound.

"Leng Youchen!"

Jun Qinghan continued.

The two women glanced at each other, one of them ran towards the main hall with a light tiptoe, and the other was on full alert, pulling out the thin long sword in his hand and putting it on Jun Qinghan's shoulder.

Feeling the coldness on the side of his neck, Jun Qinghan's eyes involuntarily flashed a trace of anger, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief, suppressed the impulse in his heart, and let the long sword against his throat.

"Why is the Cold Moon Pavilion so decaying?"

Pressed against his throat by the long sword, Jun said in a cold and dull voice.

"Shut up, what does it matter to you about the rise and fall of my Cold Moon Pavilion?" the woman's wrist flipped, and the blade of the sword slid across Jun Qinghan's throat, and said coldly, without any emotion in her eyes.

Jun Qinghan shook his head and stood silently, no longer speaking.

A quarter of an hour later, Jun Qinghan looked at the woman with pale hair in front of him, and endless sadness rose in his heart......