Chapter 695 Sword Dust, Volley

The mountains are steep, the clouds and mist are filled, the Rui Qi is thousands, the glow is ten thousand, the Rui beasts are galloping, countless palaces loom between the clouds and mist, and countless roads are driving the light, auspicious clouds, and the figure of the flying sword is heading towards the highest peak, which is completely a fairy blessed land, a fairyland in the world.

There are dozens of small peaks suspended around the largest main peak in the center, which are completely moving out of thin air, as if the stars are holding the moon, showing the amazing status of the main peak, especially the fairy qi revealed in it, which is full of boundless terrifying aura.

In the main peak, the figures of Yi Yang and Qing Mingzi descended, among which there were countless Dao figures, and without exception, everyone was filled with the breath of the fairy Dao, as if they were in the fairy world.

"Brother Qingming, after a few years, I miss it very much! Today we also have to have a good exchange, I don't know who this Daoist brother is, is it a new disciple?

A white-robed young man appeared in front of him, seven feet tall, carrying an ancient sword, with an extremely handsome face, and a restrained edge all over his body, like an ordinary person, but with a sharp edge like a blade in his bones, he is definitely a kendo powerhouse.

"Brother Jianchen, don't be a few years! Come, come, come, last time I said, as long as I see you again, I will invite you to drink, taste the newly brewed Baihua drunk, as for this friend, I don't even know who he is, we picked it up halfway, we have already checked his soul, and there is no memory. ”

Qing Mingzi's eyes were a little sighing, obviously as a Dan Dao master, he couldn't heal other people's injuries, which was really the biggest insult to him.

"Friend, I'm sorry, Jian Chen really doesn't know. Jian Chen's gaze froze, revealing a bit of apology, obviously this is a real taboo to peek at other people's pain in person.

"Brother Jianchen, some little things, although I forgot them now, maybe I can think of them in the future, everyone is destined to get together, why bother hurting for these things, come, come, come, Brother Qingmingdao, where is your wine?

Although Yi Yang has forgotten his past, drinking has become an instinct of his own, and he has been a big drunkard in his past and present life.

"Hahaha! It's still a friend, it's time for us to be in love, it's happy, it's really happy, although it's amnesia, it's much more free and easy than us, friend, my Jianchen really envy you, at least there's no sorrow in this way. ”

Jian Chen showed a little smile, looking very free and easy, but behind the smile, there was obviously a deep sadness.

"Stop talking nonsense, drink. Qing Mingzi didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out a few bottles of Baihua Drunk, one bottle per person, just opened the seal, and a rich aroma overflowed, just smelling it, it made people's pores open.

Yi Yang took a sip of sleep gently, only to feel the wine entering the body, turning into a rich flow of heat, overflowing in the body, the whole person seemed to be extremely comfortable, and couldn't help but praise it, "Good wine, good wine, this wine should only be in the sky, it is difficult to taste it a few times in the world!"

"Friend, good literature, really good literature, good wine, better literature, Xiaosheng volley, uninvited, can you ask for a glass of wine." ”

In front of him, a scholar wearing a blue and white scholar's robe and holding a fan appeared in front of him, covered with a series of Tiangang righteousness, which showed that he was a Confucian cultivator.

"People from Confucianism, this is the gathering of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, who invited you here, I'm sorry, you are not welcome here, please!"

Jian Chen's face showed a bit of unkindness, obviously he didn't have any good feelings for the Confucian people.

"That's it, Xiaosheng was abrupt and said goodbye. Volleys shook at a few people, and turned to the outside.

"Brother, since you're here, why rush to leave? Why don't you stay and drink a north! Brother Jianchen, since you are from the Seven Great Immortal Sects, you are guests when you come, how can there be any reason to drive the guests away in person, Brother Lingkong, I invite you to drink. ”

Although Yi Yang had forgotten everything, he had an instinctive fondness for Confucianism, and he had completely integrated it into his bones, and threw the wine in his hand into the air.

"Thank you. The folding fan in the volley's hand opened instantly, and he directly took the wine, so that he drank it all, and his eyes obviously showed a bit of gratitude, after all, Yi Yang was born to save him, but it gave him a lot of face.

"Friend, you don't know, these sour Confucian literati have always had a very high opinion of themselves, and they have always been at odds with our Seven Great Immortal Sects, always looking for opportunities to attack us, three years ago, my senior brother teamed up with them to hunt the people of the demon clan, and my senior brother broke off for them, and they escaped afterwards, instead of thinking of my senior brother's good, they slandered my senior brother for colluding with the demon clan. ”

Jian Chen's eyes were filled with endless resentment, if it weren't for the gathering of the Seven Great Immortal Sects, he would have already drawn his sword and slashed out.

"You are a member of the Heavenly Sword Sect, so it is, no wonder, no wonder, even if it is so, but everything has a reason, we Confucians will not wronged anyone for no reason, we Confucian scholars are all heroic and upright, if your senior brother did not collude with the demon clan, how could we slander out of thin air. ”

Volley's gaze exuded endless righteousness, and there was no fear at all, on the contrary, it was still vibrant.

"Let your mother's stinky fart, my senior brother sacrificed his life to save you, but was so slandered by you, today I don't kill you with a sword, how can my senior brother's spirit in the sky be blind. ”

Jian Chen's body was full of murderous intent, with an extreme killing intent, the long sword behind him was instantly unsheathed, and the three-foot Qingfeng stirred out a hundred zhang sword rays, and it was instantly slashed towards the volley's body.

"It's too much to deceive people, hmph! ”

The body around the volley is full of righteous energy, and an incomparable divine light permeates out, and the whole body is filled with an incomparably sacred aura, which can be seen that it has obtained the true inheritance of Confucianism, which can be said to be extremely strong.

"It's not good, this is the territory of Taishangzong, openly using force here, but after slapping Taishangzong's face, Jianchen's temper has really not changed at all, friend, you be careful, I will stop them, and I must not let them make trouble in Taishangzong." ”

Qing Mingzi volleyed into the air, and it can be seen that a disc rose out of thin air, and countless runes stirred away, and in an instant, the void with a radius of thousands of feet was completely blocked, and not even a trace of air leaked out, "Sword dust, volley, you all stop for me, this is the territory of the Taishang Sect, you use force here, and spread it out What others think of your Heavenly Sword Sect and Confucianism, as well as the strong men of the Taishang Sect, do you want to die? ”

"Hmph! Volley, the coming day is long, let's see. Jian Chen's one-handed scare, the hundred zhang sword in the void was completely dissipated, and the three-foot green peak entered the sheath, revealing a bit of disdain.

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, I'll wait for you in the Douxian Fight for a while, openly humiliating my Confucianism, this matter is not over, but dare to fight." ”

The battle spirit is galloping in the eyes of the volley, and the Confucian scholar is upright, acting above board, and has always been clear about right and wrong, and there will never be any compromise.

"I'm afraid you won't make it. ”

The anger on Jian Chen's face was rushing, like a sharp blade, with boundless sharpness, and he didn't let it go at all.