As the red robes shouted in unison, in the empty hall, suddenly a scarlet cloud burrowed into the empty hall, swept past the side of the red robes for a moment, and lifted off the hoods on the heads of the red robes.

At the same time as the scarlet cloud appeared in the hall, the red-robed figure standing at the end of the team flickered, and dozens of figures were not afraid of the strong wind on the top of the mountain, and jumped out of the hall, landing next to the pillar of the eaves outside the hall... After the tea, every pillar of the temple on the top of the mountain has a red-robed person standing next to it.

The scarlet cloud hovered in this hall for a while, and finally slowly fell, wanting to fall in the middle of the hall, and there were already people in red robes kneeling on the ground to greet them, knotting the stool with their arms, leaning on their bodies, and taking the shape of a seat.

The red-robed people outside the hall didn't dare to look back, but they only heard the movement in the hall, and stirred up the cloak on their bodies.

The internal force surged, poured into the red silk, flew straight up, was not afraid of the strong wind on the top of the mountain, straight over the beam under the eaves of the head, through the beam, the red robe moved again, the body flipped, both hands out, holding both ends of the red silk, turning around, already facing the outside of the hall, kneeling on one knee, pulling hard with both hands, the red silk suddenly straightened into a wall, blocking the wind and snow outside the hall.

Despite this, there is still a strong wind taking advantage of the gap in the red silk, burrowing into the hall, and then looking at the scarlet fog in the hall, it is clear that it has almost fallen on the place of the red robe knotted chair, but it spirals up, and it also soars a few points, and the red-robed crowd in the hall sees this, all of them are frightened, and they are in the front of the first place, their eyes turn slightly, as if they are aware of the details, their brows are slightly locked, and then they turn their heads sideways.

There was a person behind him, suddenly understood this person's intentions, and was about to leave the palace, but there was a person in the crowd, who was faster, rose from the ground, jumped in a flash, and instantly came out of the palace, and when he opened the red robe, he was not a red silk blocking the wind, but a long sword with a sheath.

Seeing this sword, the red-robed people holding red silk to block the wind and snow outside the hall were all frightened, and they all bowed their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at the red-robed person holding the sword.

Feeling that everyone behind him was afraid, the corners of this person's lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes showed disdain, and when he retracted his gaze, his palm had pressed the hilt of the sword, and the sword was drawn slowly, and when the sword body was revealed, the divine light appeared slightly.

The blade of the sword is narrow and sharp, the cold light is shining, there is a hidden divine light flowing on it, the sword grid and the hilt of the sword are integrated, it seems to be chiseled out of the thousand-year-old ice, as the sword body comes out, the line of small characters engraved by Zhong Dingwen at the root of the sword is fully revealed.

"Shadow Travel."

The sword light shines, illuminating the place where this person stands, and with this person pressing his eyebrows and waving his sword, the sword light is out, and the wind is slashed, the sword light passes through, the wind disappears, and the sudden snow stops. The power of the sword light does not stay here, pouring out, reaching the top of the mountain, floating in the clouds and mist...

A moment later, in the clouds, there was a faint explosion sound, and then the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and the light of the warm sun above the dome was reflected down and fell on the top of the mountain hall. If you look at it from a distance, it looks like the magnificent scenery of the golden mountain in the sun...

Seeing a warm light coming down, the person wielding the sword was satisfied, his wrist turned slightly, and he put the Xuanbing long sword into the sheath with his backhand, until it was returned to the sheath for a moment, and on the other end of the sword root, the two words flashed cold.

"Photography"

"Smack... Bang..." The long sword was sheathed for a moment, and there was a sound of clapping palms in the hall behind him, along with the sound of yin and yang strange qi.

"The power of this sword is very sharp, and it is worthy of the proud disciple of the sword Lingyun Sect, and it can even get its divine sword.

Hearing this, the person who wielded the sword, with a slight anger on his face, looked back at the person who opened in the hall, and the edge of his eyes was sharper than the long sword in the hand of Shicai, as if he wanted to cut the person who opened the mouth through the red silk that covered the wind and snow in the hands of the group of red robes.

But the person who spoke didn't seem to care about the gaze of the Shadow Sword Master, he smiled, and said to himself: "Master, her old man hasn't sat down yet, you have come out to show off your might, I advise you to remember your identity..."

The Lord of Shadows, hearing the word "Master" in this person's mouth, suddenly disappeared with anger in his eyes, and glanced at the scarlet mist circling in the hall, revealing a deep look of jealousy

Xiu Shuwang, his eyes moved slightly, turned to the person who spoke, and sneered: "What identity, I will naturally keep in mind below, but I also remind you, don't forget who was my defeated general..."

"Good, good! I'll take a picture of you again and see who is the soul of the sword!" The people in the palace heard the words "defeated by their subordinates", and their faces were cloudy and cold

With a laugh, the red robe was slightly flirtatious, and a scarlet sword in his hand was immediately revealed.

The Lord of Shadows outside the hall did not back down, and his wrist trembled, before he put the sheathed Xuanbing long sword across his chest.

The atmosphere on the top of the mountain was immediately tense, and the red-robed crowd in the hall seemed to disagree, but just moved their pace slightly to avoid it, but no one opened their mouths to persuade them.

Seeing that a big battle was about to break out, the scarlet mist in the circling hall finally landed in the middle of the main hall, caging all the people and chairs below... As the scarlet fog dissipates, the Lord of the Mists finally appears.

The red mask covers the face, only the clouds and temples are visible, and the tiredness comes out through the mask, although the cheeks are not visible, it is difficult to hide the heroic spirit in his eyes, but this gaze is not as sharp as a young man, but it shows the traces of time, the red robe is draped, and the figure is not visible, at this moment lazily lying on the human chair, gently moving his gaze, looking at the two people who want to fight inside and outside the peak. Ь.

With just a glance, the sword intent suddenly appeared, and the strong wind that was stopped by the sword of the Lord of Shadows reappeared, several times stronger than before, and above the three mountains, the clouds and mist surged, covering the warm light that reflected on the top of the temple again... The red-robed people holding red silk to block the wind and snow outside the hall had no time to resist, and they felt that the red silk in their hands flew away, and the strength was so strong that they dragged the blood marks on the hands of the red robes.

When the red silk disappeared, in the already peaceful hall, the wind immediately surged, and under the whistling, the red-robed crowd had to work hard to resist, but it was the scarlet lord who sat on the outside of the square inch, as if there was an invisible barrier, the hall whistling wind, all blocked.

At this time, I saw that the scarlet lord was half-leaning on the human chairs, all of them were young girls, all of them were like peach blossoms, beautiful and moving, but they were blind, like ignorant puppets.

A moment ago, the two of them who were shouting loudly and wanted to compete for the level seemed to notice the anger hidden in the tired eyes of the Scarlet Lord, where was there still the heart of fighting, and there was panic in their eyes, and they all had the appearance of opening their mouths, but they were disturbed by the strong wind, and they could only resist with their luck.

The red-robed people present knew that compared to the strong wind, the most deadly thing was the sword intent hidden in the strong wind, and if they were not careful, they would be crushed by the hidden sword intent and die.

In a moment, despite the raging wind and cold, many red-robed people in the hall had a slight sweat on their faces, and the two of them who wanted to fight each other were even more solemn, and their eyes were full of exhaustion.

Just when everyone felt that it was difficult to resist anymore, the wind in the hall suddenly disappeared, and the sword intent also dissipated, and a group of red robes in the field were like being amnesty, and the weak ones knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and the two of them could still stand, but they were already in a cold sweat, and their chests rose and fell rapidly.

The red robe holding the scarlet sword did not wait for others to speak, but hurriedly turned around and knelt on the ground towards the person on the chair, with a faint cry in his mouth: "Master forgives sins, the disciple is not used to seeing this foreign person, he is only a sword everywhere, he is just a sword..."

Unexpectedly, before the words were finished, the whole person was hit hard, and the red robes present only saw him flying out of the hall upside down, but no one saw how the scarlet lord made a move.

The red robe flew upside down and fell straight to the side of the Shadow Sword Master, Fang stopped his body, vomited a mouthful of blood, fainted on the spot, and didn't know whether he was alive or dead... Seeing this scene, the shadow sword master was already uneasy in his heart, and the confident gaze that he had swung his sword to break the clouds and mist had long since disappeared, and he didn't even have the courage to look up at the hall, so he only stood in place, caught in a dilemma.

The Scarlet Lord's gaze moved for a moment, his figure had disappeared from the human chair, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in the red-robed crowd, glancing at the shadow sword lord outside the hall, and whispered to everyone in the hall, his voice was not as domineering as the previous sword intent, but as gentle as a weak scholar.

"Sword Shaoxia, I Murong Gu invited a distinguished guest, you need to keep it in mind, if anyone dares to offend him... Murong San, it's the end!"

Although the voice was soft, but it was dark and majestic, the red robes in the hall all bowed their heads in panic, and they were silent, the scarlet lord turned his gaze, turned to the shadow sword lord outside the hall, and when he spoke again, his tone was slow: "Sword young man, please enter the palace."

"Sword Shifang, thank you Valley Lord!"

Although the tone was calm, the shadow sword master could clearly feel the sharpness of his gaze under the mask, and he was not weak, although he was still uneasy in his heart, he still hid the shadow in his hand under the red robe, and when he walked into the hall, the afterglow swept towards the red-robed man who did not know life and death beside his feet.

The Scarlet Lord also seemed to see the deep fear in the eyes of Jian Shifang, and the corners of his lips hidden under the mask showed a slight smile, and then

Turning around, a little on tiptoe, the figure instantly reached the chair in the hall, the red robe in the hall saw this, hurriedly got up and paced, and returned to the queue, as for the Murong San outside the hall, no one cared about his life or death.

Recovering his previous lazy posture, Murong Gu Lord's gaze fell on the person in front of him, stretched out his hand, and made a slight move to the outside of the hall, the scarlet long sword in Murong San's hand flew straight into the hall, landed in the palm of the valley lord's red gloves, took a closer look, threw the sword in front of the person, and spoke gently: "Hou'er, the chief position of Murong San is yours."

The first person in the column suddenly raised his eyes when he heard the words, even though the joy in his eyes could not be suppressed, but he still showed a look of panic, held up the scarlet long sword on the ground, and shouted in his mouth: "The apprentice does not dare, the third brother is my senior brother, the master has set a rule, and the apprentice really does not dare to trespass."

"So, you don't want the chief... Anyway, then send someone to see San'er carry him down, so that he can take care of it... Okay, let's get down to business, the fifteenth day of the month, ten days have passed, only the eagle and the woman have not returned to the valley as scheduled..." The valley lord didn't seem to be entangled in whether Murong Hou's words of resignation in front of him were sincere, and as soon as the words changed, he had already asked the disciples who came out of the valley.

Murong Hou heard that the master only said lightly, and he had already skipped the matter of the chief disciple, and wanted to slap himself a few times, and secretly scolded himself in his heart for why he had to talk too much, but since the master had skipped this matter, he could only secretly grit his teeth and reply.

"Master, Senior Brother Eagle and Senior Sister Yu'er have indeed passed their return date, but... After all, this is the first time that Senior Sister Fu'er has come out of the valley, and she is playing again, so she must be playful, so she missed the time, but Senior Brother Ying has always been steady, and with him by his side, I can't go wrong."

"When you took that man into the valley that day, you couldn't say anything wrong, and I believed you as a teacher, but... A few days ago, as a teacher, I felt that someone broke into the valley... I wonder how you explain it?" The valley lord turned around and spoke, and there was a chill in his calm tone.

As soon as these words came out, not only Murong Hou raised his eyes in shock, but even the red-robed people and sword ten parties behind him were also stunned, not to mention the red-robed disciples in the valley, knowing that there was no valley master to give the sword, and if they wanted to enter and exit Murong Valley, they would undoubtedly be sent to death, that is, when the sword ten parties first entered Murong Valley, they also managed to get out of the valley more than once, but don't say that the way to really step in and out is the three people who guard the valley, and they can't survive a hundred moves from their hands, let alone break out of the valley, someone can break in...

"Interesting... Interesting!" Jian Shifang was secretly worried in his heart, and he never looked back, but he had already glanced behind him.

Everyone couldn't help but look back, looking outside the hall, they all wanted to penetrate the clouds and mist that lingered around the three mountains with their eyes, and look at a hundred miles away, who had the courage to break into Murong Valley...

As everyone knows, this person who dares to break into the valley is sitting at the table with six people, looking at the wheat-colored woman who is stepping on the wooden bench with one enemy and three enemies.

"Brothers, wow, five heads... Six-six-six-wow! Drink!"

The lone star in front of the table was already drunk, his face was already red, but the wine was good, he didn't hide from the wine, he raised the wine bowl tremblingly, ignored Ye Linghan beside him, poured it into his mouth, the wine bowl was beaten, and he drank lightly with seven points of drunkenness.

"Come again!"