Chapter 61

A warrior of the liberal faction found the corpses of the men in black strewn all over the primeval black forest, and he quickly recognized the identities of these people, the Night Clan, the traitor of the humans, the aliens, the lackeys of the demons.

These tens of thousands of corpses and bright red soil shocked the warrior, obviously, there was a big battle here, and the final result of the battle was obviously the defeat of the Night Clan, in the air, the warrior felt an extremely strong sword aura, in the world, the sword aura was like a fight domineering and terrifying, and the sword path cultivation was so strong, there were only a few of them...... This is the means of the Sword Emperor.

The news quickly spread all over the world, and everyone was once again shocked by the terrifying power of the emperor-level realm, the existence of the sword emperor-level could actually deal with tens of thousands of opponents, and its lethality was too terrifying. The realm of the Sword Emperor is terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is the means of the Sword Emperor, almost all of those corpses are dead, one by one with severed limbs, the description is terrible, and there are many black blood clots all over the cliff, the tragic situation of the scene is like Shura Hell. And the Lord of the Sword Domain, the Sword Emperor's thunderous means, also made many people frightened.

A few days later, in the early morning, Feng Yun Wuji walked in from outside the Sword Pavilion with a heavy face, his original white clothes were stained with a little blood, and he greeted him with a late injury, and asked, "Master, what's going on?"

Feng Yun Wuji said with a tired face: "This matter, let's wait for you to explain, and I will inform you after a while." Then he dragged his tired body and walked up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Sitting alone on the smooth floor of the third floor, Feng Yun Wuji faced the open doors and windows of the Sword Pavilion, quietly in a daze, the breeze passed through the window, brushed his face, and lifted a few strands of hair on his cheeks.

A faint sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and the footsteps stopped abruptly at the entrance of the corridor.

"Master, may I come in?" was Chi Sad's voice.

"Come in. Fengyun Wuji sighed.

Chi Hurt slowly walked to Fengyun Wuji's side, squatted down, and looked at the gradually brightening sky outside the window, as well as the changing clouds......

"A few days ago, thousands of disciples in our plane soared at the same time and died at the same time!" Fengyun Wuji's voice was very flat, and in the plainness, it was difficult to hide a trace of excitement and anger.

"What!!" Chi was sad and his heart was shocked, they had already found that not far from the outside of the Sword Pavilion, the disciple of the Sword Sect who was lying in a pool of blood, the heart in his chest was missing, he had already expected in his heart that something big would happen, but they didn't expect that this time it was actually thousands of disciples, and they were soaring at the same time, and except for one disciple who was seriously injured and was still unconscious, there was no one else who was forced to the Sword Pavilion.

"Who actually ......?"

"It was the Night Clan who did it, and I have killed them all!" Fengyun Wuji gritted his teeth, even now, the anger in his heart still could not be calmed, when that disciple called for help in the dark of night, he couldn't do anything, watching him fall. What kind of force is it that supports a person whose heart has been lost, flying over such a long distance, running here, calling for his own ancestor to save his life.

In a sense, their martial arts are all from the Heart Sutra of Demon Slayer, and they are all his disciples, directly or indirectly, but as an ancestor, he has done something for them.

That disciple, whose heart was gouged out, relied on his mind to support himself here, and his hopes were all pinned on his own ancestor, whom he had never met, but he could ......

Tu Guangye Clan, is it really useful? Can you get back the surnames of those thousands of disciples? Feng Yunji's heart was full of self-blame, his previous self might be weak, retreat, and hesitate, but now, it won't.

Feng Yun Wuji stood up, his right hand formed into a fist, clenched tightly, and he secretly swore in his heart that in the future, he would never let a disciple be wronged.

One person, he may still be able to be chic, and he can escape with light skills, but now, no, he is already the lord of thousands of Sword Pavilion warriors, and he is also another plane, tens of thousands or even more people rely on after ascending, the burden on his shoulders is too heavy, but he is no longer ready to shirk and retreat.

Fengyun Wuji's heart rose and fell one after another, and an invisible sword qi filled the entire space, and Chi Shen had to retreat.

Quietly, Chi Xing stood at the entrance of the building, looking at the master who was swaying all over his body and the sword qi was raging all over his body. Chi Shen couldn't understand what kind of determination the master had made to the end, or how his heart changed? But he clearly felt the change in the momentum of Fengyun Wuji's body, a brave and fearless momentum that looked at the world......

Gently, the wound retreated, and he knew that at this time, what Master needed more might not be comfort from another person, but the silence of being alone.

This day, Fengyun Wuji has been standing quietly on the smooth floor of the third floor, facing the earth in front of the Sword Pavilion, speechless and thoughtless, one day and one night, the stars are changing, and the next morning, Fengyun Wuji heard a slight moan in his ears, and the disciple finally woke up......

"It's hard to support it alone!" Fengyun Wuji thought about it for a whole day, and finally realized it, and secretly made up his mind that he must gather the swordsmen of the world together, so that this sword domain will become a paradise for the swordsmen of the world......

Inside the first layer of the Sword Pavilion, the new ascendant, the great disciple of the Sword Sect, Xiao Fei, that is, the man who stood against the tree and looked up at the sky, finally woke up, his eyes were dilated, and his mouth whispered: "Save them...... Save them......"

Everyone who heard it was sad, this disciple was waking up, and the first thing he was worried about was not himself, but his senior brothers.

"Wake up, Xiao Fei, this is no longer a wilderness, this is in the Sword Pavilion. A Sword Pavilion warrior called softly.

A light breeze blew, and Fengyun Wuji had already appeared beside the bed.

"How's he doing?"

As soon as Xiao Fei saw Fengyun Wuji, he seemed to think of that night, the blazing sword in the sky, and thought of his legendary identity, the sword god.

"Master, go and save them, go and save them, they are being slaughtered, slaughtered...... Master, you go quickly!" Xiao Fei said anxiously and quickly, his face full of anxiety.

Everyone turned their faces away, and everyone didn't dare to look at Xiao Fei's eyes.

"They...... ......'re all dead" finally said this cruel sentence.

"Dead?...... Impossible, senior brother, junior brother, and lovely junior sister, and master...... Impossible, impossible, they can't die, Sword God Ancestor, you are strong in martial arts, you will definitely be able to save them, right?...... You must lie to me, right?"

Fengyun Wuji felt a pain in his heart, but in the end, he still shook his head with difficulty.

"Ah, Master......" Xiao Fei suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body lay straight down......

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