"Impossible!"

The right envoy yelled frantically, he looked at the unharmed Zongfeng Tu in front of him, and lost his original calmness.

"Who the hell are you!"

Zhang Jianyang and Zhang Xiaoxiao asked at the same time.

Zong Fengtu looked at the sword god phantom and sneered

"Who do you think I look like?"

As he spoke, he covered his face, and a mask was torn off by him, revealing another face.

"It's you!"

Zhang Jianyang shouted.

"Chang'an! It's you! ”

The right envoy stared at the "Zong Feng Tu" in front of him.

After the coffin deliverer died, they kept looking for traces of Chang An and Mo Bei, but they found nothing, they didn't expect that Chang An had been under their noses for so many days!

It's just that where is Mobei?

At this time, another question appeared in the mind of the right envoy.

He asked.

"You're here, where is Mobei?"

Chang An said with a smile

"Don't worry, he's not here at the moment."

The right envoy was being tricked, and at this time he was already furious, and said

"You have obviously cultivated the exercises on the stone wall, how can you escape the attack of the Sword God."

Chang An laughed

"Whoever said that I practiced the above kung fu and casually made a breakthrough to show you, you will believe it, you are too stupid."

Zhang Jianyang said

"Lord Right Envoy, this kid is scheming, don't be led by the nose by this kid."

Chang An greeted Zhang Jianyang with a smile

"Yo, isn't this Uncle Shi, why did you go to Youfu?"

Zhang Jianyang was furious

"Phew! Little thief, who is your uncle, but he has a correspondence with my brother, so he dares to call himself my eldest brother's disciple. ”

Chang An patted his head and said remorsefully

"Oh, I forgot, Uncle Shi, only Senior Brother Mobei knows about the fact that the Sword Sect accepted me as an apprentice, I forgot that Uncle Shi doesn't know about it."

Zhang Jianyang was shocked

"What? So, you were already ...... seven years ago."

Zhang Jianyang suddenly recalled that the letters he found in the secret room of the Sword Sect were all sent by Chang An to the Sword Sect, but none were sent by the Sword Sect to Chang An.

Yes, he took it for granted that according to the content of the letter sent by Chang An to the Sword Sect, he speculated what the content of the letter from the Sword Sect to Chang An was, but he didn't expect that it might be the content of Chang An's nonsense!

He was furious

"Good boy, look for death!"

was pulled by the right envoy who had calmed down beside him.

"Don't worry, none of them can escape today."

Looking at the tall and thin phantom in front of him, the right envoy was full of confidence.

Zhang Jianyang also sneered, as long as there was this phantom, no matter who came in the world, it would be impossible to prevent them from achieving their goal today.

On the snowfield, two figures confronted each other.

Dao Zun's eyes looked at the phantom shadow with blazing eyes, and boundless blood surged into his chest.

Chang An looked at the Dao Zun in front of him and asked

"You're a little bit sure you'll win."

Daozun shook his head.

Chang An smiled bitterly

"Then do your best."

The Pu knife in Daozun's hand emitted a bloody light, and the blade was clean and bright, but everyone looked as if there was gurgling blood flowing on the blade.

"Boom!"

The swords flew one after another, and with one slash, the endless sword intent spread.

There is still a distance of dozens of zhang between the two, but Daozun's knife seems to be able to cut through the limit of distance.

The sword is far and wide, slashing towards the phantom of the sword god.

The right envoy looked at the knife, and the color of fear overflowed with words, and he shouted

"Fuyao Realm! You've broken through the Great Grandmaster! ”

The phantom trembled slightly, shaking off the endless sword, using his hand as a sword, and the terrifying sword slashed down with momentum.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but he had already reached the realm where sword intent rose at will.

"Wow!"

The sword collided with the sword and exploded.

Daozun took a few steps backwards, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

But the fighting spirit in his chest did not decrease in the slightest, and he strode out, and his body was like a shift in shape, which was amazing.

The sword qi around the phantom was even worse, and it seemed to have been stimulated by the fighting intent, and it stepped up, and its body technique was even more superior than that of the sword venerable.

The two figures reflected each other, opening and closing, invisible swords and sword qi intertwined in the snow, and areas of the originally calm snow field were constantly blasted open.

The right envoy watched the battle intently, but his expression was a little incredulous

"No way, how could he have fought that one to such a point."

Zhang Jianyang said hesitantly

"Is it because the accumulated vitality is not enough?"

The right envoy shook his head

"The vitality of a thousand grandmasters and nine thousand Kuofu-level sects of the same origin, coupled with the aura left by that person on the ladder back then, is enough to summon the demeanor of that person back then."

Chang An looked at the fierce battle between the two, didn't seem to be worried at all, and smiled

"Now, it's time to settle our grievances."

The right envoy's eyes narrowed slightly, and the three of them surrounded Chang'an.

"I'm curious what else you can do now."

Chang An said with a smile

"I'm sorry, I didn't plan to fight you."

The right envoy was stunned, not knowing why he would say this, but he had a faint sense of foreboding.

Chang An continued

"It's not that I want to kill you, but you die yourselves, and who can save you."

As soon as Chang An's words fell, between heaven and earth, a faint light came through the clouds.

The light gradually shone brightly, coming from the east towards Kunlun.

In just a very short time, the light traveled countless distances and came to the eyes of the four people.

"Boom!"

The radiant light pierced through the right envoy's chest under the right envoy's jaw-dropping expression.

The right envoy's eyes widened and he fell straight to the ground.

Then the radiant and splashing aftermath penetrated the bodies of Zhang Jianyang and Zhang Xiaoxiao.

In the dead faces of the three people, the beam of light slowly disappeared.

From the eastern sky, an indifferent voice entered Chang'an's eardrums.

"Make your own decisions."

Chang An was in a cold sweat, although he had already thought that the person would make a move, but the strength of that person was still far beyond his imagination.

To the east, Youzhou, Youfu.

A figure was naked, its bronzed muscles exuding endless majesty.

His breathing was extremely slow, as if it were slower than anything else in the world.

In the spit room, there seems to be a slight heat steaming.

He was slightly angry.

Kunlun Mountain.

Chang An gasped and sighed at the horror of the master of the secluded mansion.

That night, he eavesdropped on the conversation between Zhang Xiaoxiao and Zhang Jianyang, and knew that the right envoy was secretly carrying the operation designed by the owner of the Youfu behind his back.

Although the master of the Youfu acquiesced to their actions, when the phantom was condensed by the stone wall, Chang An knew that the master of the Youfu would not allow it.

Thinking of this, Chang An secretly sneered.

The right makes them think that they can absorb the vitality of all beings with the help of the stone wall, and then introduce the remaining sword god thoughts on the ladder, they can reproduce the power of the sword god back then, take them to the ladder of heaven, and raise the teachings to ascend.

But what they would never have thought of was that the purpose of the master of the Youfu Mansion was not to ascend at all.

He just wanted to absorb the life force of all beings in preparation for ultimate immortality.

Therefore, when the right made them squander the vitality condensed by the stone wall in this way, the master of the secluded mansion would not sit idly by no matter what.

Sure enough, not long after the master of the Youfu killed the three of them, another ray of light struck, and it was involved in the battlefield of the Sword God Phantom and the Sword Venerable.

Without warning, the Sword God Phantom condensed back into a cloud of red mist in an instant.

Daozun retreated, covered in blood, panting heavily, with a cold expression with a little exhaustion.

"It's over?"

Chang An said with a smile

"And that's just the beginning."

Daozun nodded and said indifferently

"I know."

I saw another word coming from the eastern sky

"Return!"

"Boom!"

The stone wall with a sense of horror and oppression actually rose from the ground, soared, and was carried into the air out of thin air.

Then, the stone wall dragged the huge red mist and slowly headed towards the east.

Chang An admired

"Terrible monster!"

The sword venerable's eyes were blazing again, and the battle intent struck again

"Dragon snatchers can practice to such a terrifying level, and they can fight with such a person and die without regrets."

Chang An said with a smile

"There's going to be a chance."

Chang An stood up and slowly looked south, with a little sadness in his eyes.

Looking down from the top of Kunlun Mountain, the scenery of the whole world is in full view, and the heavy clouds occasionally drift by, which will obscure his vision, and when the clouds leave again, his gaze is fixed on the south, and a river like a red ribbon reflects his pupils.

"The hour is coming."

…………

On the banks of the Chijiang River.

Yan Sihai stood by the river, at this time, he changed his previous obscenity, and looked at the surging red river in front of him with a solemn expression.

At this time, three living people came here.

A one-armed middle-aged man, a high-spirited teenager, and an old man who looks like a housekeeper,

The old man stepped forward and greeted Yan Sihai

"Brother Yan, I haven't seen you for a few years, don't come unharmed."

Not long after, a chubby figure fell from the sky, and the white Chang Shu gasped and rushed here.

"Sorry, it's been a long time since I've been active, and I'm a little rusty."

Chang Shu said with a light smile.

Jia Yu'an looked at Chang Shuqian and smiled

"Brother Chang, you gave birth to a good son."

Chang Shuqian thanked him modestly, looked at Jia Li, the young man beside Jia Yuan, and said

"Brother Jia has won the award, and Ling Gongzi is also a young hero."

While speaking, two groups of people rushed towards the bank of the Chijiang River, the Great Elder of the Sword Pavilion, Li Muyu, led the seven hundred elite disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and the Great Elder of the Sword Gate, Bai Wendao and the eldest disciple Che Shu, led the five hundred elite disciples to come.

Bai Wendao laughed from afar

"Brother Jia, what about your disciple of Jiajiazhuang."

Jia Yuan said with a smile

"We'll go first, and they'll be there!"

Half an hour later, the thousand elite disciples of Jiajiazhuang also arrived.

Today, the only five remaining grandmasters in the rivers and lakes, and the main combat power of the three major sects are gathered on the banks of the Chijiang River.

At this time, the mutation is abrupt.

There is no wind today.

But the Chijiang River suddenly swelled with boundless waves.

Immediately afterwards, the turbulent river suddenly stagnated.

When the wave reached the highest point, it was like time standing still, and it stopped in the sky.

A large number of splashed water droplets were frozen in mid-air, and time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

However, this strange scene did not last long, and was replaced by another strange scene.

The stagnation was broken, and the water of the Chijiang River surged again, but everyone was surprised to find that the river began to flow backwards!

Before the huge wave was swept into the river, it was like going back in time, shrinking back alive!

The entire Chijiang River flowed backwards.

However, this scene still did not last long, and a huge red column of water suddenly rolled up in the center of the turbulent Chijiang River.

In the eyes of everyone, the water column rises to the sky, straight to the sky!

The diameter of the water column is getting larger and wider.

And the water level of the Chijiang River, which was originally there, is declining at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

The column of water that rose into the sky did not mean to fall in the slightest, but became wider and wider, until at last, a waterfall-like flow was formed.

If you have never seen the Chijiang River before, you will even think that this is a waterfall that reaches into the sky, and the river in the sky is pouring the bright red river like a great river on earth.

However, the fact is that Chijiang seems to have been dragged into the heavenly court by the immortals in the sky with peerless magical powers and invincible means.

In the distance, the beings on both sides of the Chijiang River, seeing this scene, all knelt down and worshipped, and the mountains called immortals.

On the bank of the Chijiang River, everyone looked at this red waterfall hanging straight to the sky with solemn expressions, like a red ribbon around the neck of the Nine Heavens Xuannu at one end and hanging down from the world at the other end.

"Here we go."

Jia Yu'an said.

………………

The Sword Pavilion, in the dimly lit secret room of the Sword Sect.

Mo Beipan, who disappeared from the rivers and lakes for nearly a month, sat here.

An empty box lay silently on the ground in front of him.

His upper body was naked, the old tiger skin on his body had disappeared, and his snow-white muscles stretched casually in an almost perfect posture.

His breathing became slower and slower, and with each breath, his breath seemed to condense into the form of a sword, extremely sharp.

Suddenly, his eyebrows were furrowed, the muscles of his whole body were slightly tense, the thick green tendons were revealed, and the long sword beside him groaned softly, trembling slightly, and then soared into the air, and actually soared into the air out of thin air, and began to rotate slowly around Mobei.

Mo Bei opened his eyes, his tense muscles instantly relaxed, he held the long sword in front of him, and slowly stood up.

"Huh!"

With a low voice, the air around him stirred up, raising a room full of dust.

The Sword Sect's secret chamber was completely sealed, and the only way out was the boulder wall that closed at the door.

"Boom!"

Mo Bei swung his sword and slashed lightly, a sword qi burst out instantly, and the gravel flew one after another, and the boulder wall weighing more than a thousand catties was collapsed by the sword qi at will.

Mo Bei stepped out, but saw that he only took one step, and his figure disappeared in place.

By the time he reappeared, he was already outside the Sword Pavilion.

He took another step, and his figure disappeared again.

This time, it directly crossed the distance of 100 zhang.

His figure flickered and shifted, and he kept moving towards the west.

Half an hour later.

His figure has already appeared on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

On the vast snowy field, he was naked, and the cold wind howled by.

But there was a thick heat evaporating from his body, and there seemed to be an invisible qi barrier outside his body, which was more subtle than the inner wall of strength, but it was more impermeable.

He walked slowly, and in just a few steps, he came across a village.

His eyes sharpened, and the village was different from what he remembered.

The collapsed houses, the dilapidated courtyards, and the snow-white ground, the scarlet blood stains still shed residual warmth.

He stepped into the village.

A child lay in a pool of blood, his hands still trying to pull forward, trying to escape.

His chest and stomach rose and fell rapidly, and he tried to gasp for air, but his mouth and nose seemed to be unable to breathe, and his face was painfully hideous.

Because on his back, there was a terrifying sword-shaped wound that pierced through his chest, and his lungs had already been pierced.

Mo Bei's complexion changed suddenly

"Dog leftovers!"

He stepped out and instantly came to the side of the dog.

He turned the dog over, the warm breath on the palm of his hand was emitted, close to his back, the heat was transmitted to the dog leftover's body, the corners of the dog left's mouth were slightly curved, and he wanted to laugh, but he only bent halfway, and then stopped, his chest rose and fell violently, and the hoarse wheezing sound became more and more rapid, and he desperately stretched out his hand and pointed to the village.

Then, everything was still, his chest was not heaving, his mouth was wide open, but not exhaling, his hands were hanging to the ground.

There was still residual heat emanating from Mo Bei's hand, and the long sword on the ground slowly rose, revolving rapidly around him, and the terrifying aura rolled up a violent wind, enveloping him and the dog.

After a long time, the wind gradually dissipated, Mobei stood up, he looked behind the dog left, a long trail of blood, all the way to the depths of the village.

With his last breath, the dog dragged himself dozens of feet and crawled to the entrance of the village.

Mo Bei clenched his fists, and the long sword was lying quietly in front of him.

He continued his journey deeper into the village.

After a few steps, he saw a sallow corpse, and he frowned slightly as he continued to walk forward.

He walked forward along the bloodstains, and kept seeing the villagers lying in pools of blood, and the killing intent in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

The farther he went, the slower his steps became, the more his body trembled, and the village was no longer lifeless.

He searched everywhere, not sparing any corpse, trying to find the old village chief, he knew that the old village chief could not be spared, but he at least wanted to see the old village chief one last time.

When he walked to the end along the dog's remaining trail tracks, the scene in front of him made him completely crazy.

The old village chief lay quietly on the snow.

The blood stains that spread out around him had solidified, like a red ice flower.

Under the old village chief, a sallow, dried corpse lay on the ground, and his dry hands were clutching the old village chief.

It was clear that before he died, he took the old village chief in front of him.

When Mobei saw this scene, he was already angry.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it forward, and the village chief's body rose into the air and moved towards his hand.

With a wave of his left hand, the long sword on his chest groaned softly, and he headed towards the dried corpse.

"Wow!"

With a cold killing intent, the long sword slashed the dried corpse into countless pieces.