The prey with the mouth of the mouth suddenly disappeared in front of him, and the lynx was greatly stimulated, and flew towards the Ten Thousand Sword Tomb below in a rage, trampling on the mountain with his broad feet.

The mountains and rocks fell in a row, and the Ten Thousand Sword Tombs, which had been silent for many years, felt threatened, and they quarreled one after another, broke away from the mountain, and flew around, injuring many disciples by mistake.

Some disciples were stabbed in the chest and vomited blood.

Some disciples were hit by a sword in their backs and stumbled to the ground.

Some of the disciples were afraid and pushed each other and got hurt.

……

The Jianpai was in good order, and the Canglan faction that stood firm was in chaos for a while, which was tantamount to a prison in the world.

When Gao Daocheng's inquiry came, he saw this scene.

He stood in mid-air, looking down, his dark eyes seemed to hide an undercurrent, floating and heaving, making it impossible to guess.

He didn't go to save those disciples who were injured and couldn't escape, but condensed the spiritual power in his hands to form a cover, covering the entire mountain, trapping the fierce beast and those injured disciples together.

"The rest of the disciples, listen to my orders and line up!" Gao Daocheng's voice was blessed by spiritual power and reached the ears of every disciple.

The disciples outside the spiritual power shield changed their panicked expressions and spontaneously lined up around the spiritual power cover, and all kinds of spiritual power gathered together, strengthening the spiritual power cover even more unbreakable.

"Master, save us." The people in the spiritual power shield couldn't hear Gao Daocheng's voice, and they still looked at Gao Daocheng in the air with hope.

But with the movement of the array, the disciples inside the cover seemed to suddenly understand something, and their eyes changed from shock to panic to madness.

Ignoring the sword on their bodies and the bleeding wounds, they crawled on the ground with their hands, crawling to the edge of the spiritual power shield step by step, and patting the cover alive.

"Open it!"

"Open!"

"Master! We are also disciples of the Canglan Sect. ”

"Why can't we live!"

Seeing that asking for help didn't work, Xu Shi's desire for life was suddenly magnified, and the disciples trapped inside fended for themselves and attacked the spiritual power shield with spiritual power.

Gao Daocheng looked at this group of disciples who were as ridiculous as ants and refused to sacrifice obediently, and said coldly: "All the disciples listen to my orders, and anyone who vainly tries to open the spiritual power cover, no matter who it is, will be killed." ”

With that, Gao Daocheng flew away and went straight to Qingjing Peak.

The main hall of Qingjing Peak has been surrounded, and Zhang Xuanfeng, Gao Daocheng and the elders are all there.

"Yan Wuxue, you have accepted a good apprentice, your three disciples have now broken into the Ancient Demon Formation of Thousand Swords Peak. Today's matter, if you can't say it clearly, I'm afraid that your position as the peak master will not be guaranteed. Zhang Xuanfeng was the first to attack, his palm resting on the scabbard, and his squinted eyes showed his murderous intent.

There is no other reason, Thousand Swords Peak is in charge of Zhang Xuanfeng, and the Ancient Demon Array is guarded by Zhang Xuanfeng, and now that the formation has been broken into, isn't it saying how incompetent he, the peak master, is.

Moreover, the person who broke into the Ancient Demon Array on Thousand Swords Peak happened to be Yan Wuxue's disciple, and the new hatred and old hatred were superimposed, and Zhang Xuanfeng was already burning red with anger.

Yan Wuxue is arrogant, and he has never been questioned by a few people in his life, so Zhang Xuanfeng's actions naturally dislike him.

He lowered his eyes without joy or sorrow, and said lightly: "The position of my peak master is passed down by my master, how can you abolish it if you want to." ”

Yan Wuxue, Zhang Xuanfeng, and Gao Daocheng, who studied under Xuanzhen Daoren, were the former heads of the Canglan faction, and had passed away for three hundred years.

Xuan Zhendao loved Yan Wuxue the most in his life, and everyone originally thought that he would pass on the position of head to Yan Wuxue, but who knew that he just personally passed on the position of the peak master of Qingjing Peak to him.

Qingjing Peak is the most secluded of the three peaks.

Those who are proud of the crowd are destined not to be liked by ordinary people. Yan Wuxue's attitude immediately annoyed the elders, and they accused them one after another.

"Lord Yanfeng, you can't say anything. It is a fact that your disciples broke into the Ancient Demon Formation of Thousand Swords Peak, and if they accidentally broke the formation, it would be a great crime. At that time, even if your position as the peak master is the first to be sealed by the head of the family, it is not necessary to resign from the peak master position to apologize. ”

"Senior Brother Yan, you can't be too arrogant, and what you Senior Brother Zhang said is not wrong."

"Yan Wuxue, knowing mistakes is everyone's demeanor."

"Really?" Yan Wuxue sneered lightly and asked lightly, "But how did I hear that there was also Xie Xian, a disciple of Senior Brother Zhang, who joined the battle?" ”

Zhang Xuanfeng's face changed suddenly, and he regretted that he had only punished Xie Xian before, but did not kill him.

In the end, Gao Daocheng, who had a good relationship with Zhang Xuanfeng, spoke: "Wuxue, Xie Xian only entered the battle to save your disciple Shi Qinghua." After all, this matter is started by your disciples, and it is up to you to end it. ”

Yan Wuxue was quite respectful to Gao Daocheng, he carried the piano wrapped in white cloth on his back, saluted Gao Daocheng, and said, "Senior brother takes the order." ”

After that, Yan Wuxue took out the Sanya qin, and the ebony wood made into the body was shiny, the strings were taut, and the cold light flickered.

Yan Wuxue hugged the qin and took off, and quickly flew towards the Thousand Sword Peak Ten Thousand Sword Tomb.

Under the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb, outside the spiritual power cover, the disciples of each peak were still lined up, preventing the disciples and fierce beasts in the spiritual power cover from coming out.

"Nonsense. Is the rule of my Canglan sect to teach you to aim the sword in your hand at your fellow disciples? ”

Yan Wuxue frowned, his eyes were full of frost, and he waved his hand fiercely, swinging the disciples of each peak to the ground.

Then Yan Wuxue soared to the top of the spiritual power cover, stroked the qin with his hand, and the spiritual power attached to the sound of the qin and hit the spiritual power cover.

Yan Wuxue's movements became faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more rapid, and finally his strings suddenly broke. The broken strings seemed to be reborn, extending straight out, like a blade piercing through the spiritual power cover.

"Lord Yanfeng!"

"It's Lord Yanfeng."

"Lord Yanfeng has come to save us."

The trapped disciples looked at the broken spiritual power cover, tears slid out of their eyes, and the next moment they were pushed up by Yan Wuxue with spiritual power and sent to safety.

The fierce beast looked at Yan Wuxue who suddenly appeared, as if sensing the danger, and stamped his feet irritably, his nose kept spewing hot air, burning the surrounding grass and trees.

The lynx roared angrily and flew into the air towards Yan Wuxue, Yan Wuxue bent down and knelt, slid under the lynx, and the three strings in his hand were inserted straight into the belly of the lynx.

The blood of the lynx was green, and the blood was like red-hot molten iron, and it made a noise when it splashed on the ground, let alone on people.

But Yan Wuxue was like no one, her plain white fingertips brushed the wounds at the corners of her eyes, and her eyes became even more fierce. He turned over and rode directly on the head of the lynx, the strings were like snakes and blades, and they were wrapped around the two ends of the lynx's neck.

Yan Wuxue held the strings with both hands, jumped into the air, and the strings fell into the neck of the lynx, cutting off its head alive.

The skull hit the ground, and the blood of the lynx splattered in all directions, and its body fell to the ground with a bang, crushing a mountain.

And Yan Wuxue held the piano in his hand, kneeling on one knee, he was covered in blood in silence, which made people shudder, as if he was a Shura from hell.