"Hold on, ......" Wang Xuqin ignored his injuries and flew in the air with all his might, but the wine gourd was still swaying in the wind, turning into light particles in the sky, and gradually disappearing with the wind.

The remnant sun was even redder than blood, and the fiery clouds in the sky were like scarlet iron against the background of the white mist, scattered sparsely in the sky.

An unforgettable twilight, a bloody twilight, an infinitely sad sky.

Wang Xuqin's speed was extremely fast, but the hand holding the wine gourd still disappeared with the wind after all.

Taking advantage of Wang Xuqin's rapid wind, Elder Wine's body dissipated into the air.

"It's all dead...... Wang Xuqin's voice was hoarse, like a lonely figure, very helpless.

The flying boat in the sky seemed to be finally controllable again, and under the order of King Ning, it gradually fell.

"Master Ancestor ......" the wind called, and his heart was like a knife.

After this battle, the Northern Xuanjian Sect will completely turn into a cloud of history, and everything will become ruins and powder.

King Ning stood on the deck, looking at the few remaining people in the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, not knowing how to comfort him, and at the same time, the uneasiness in his heart became clearer and clearer.

It was at this moment that suddenly it seemed that the sky had changed.

Because of the large number of mountains in Xishu and the fact that it has been covered by white fog for many years, it is difficult for people to see the sky.

However, at this moment, all the people living in Xishu clearly felt it.

The sky is turning red.

No, it's not that the sky is turning red, it's a heart-palpitating smell of blood.

It's so thick that it's almost breathless.

"Is this about the end of the world?"

"Could it be that someone killed the red eye and wanted to dye the entire Xishu sky red?"

And in the middle of the sky, on the deck of the flying boat, Wang Xuqin suddenly stood up.

"Did it work?" Wang Xuqin's eyes were blood-red, and blood and tears flowed, and the old man's face was full of lonely and sad joy.

"Millennial Guardian, has he finally waited for his master?" Wang Xuqin will never forget the words told to him by the elders of the previous generation when he became the elder of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, and made him swear to do his best to find the master of the sword.

This is the duty of every person who becomes the Taishang Elder of the Northern Xuanjian Sect, and later he passed on the Taishang Elder to others, and he silently guarded the back mountain, also to protect the sword.

The entire Xishu, in an instant, seemed to become a blood-colored ocean, with a white mist in the middle, and under the remnant sun, like a diffuse blood mist, the scene was extremely terrifying.

The lord of the Liuyun Kingdom, who was far away in Liu Yuncheng, seemed to feel the change in the sky, and looked in the direction of Xishu, only to see that there seemed to be a blood-colored light in the sky over there, rushing straight into the sky.

"Could it be that it has found its owner?"

As soon as the words came out, the face of the Lord of the Flowing Cloud Country changed.

"Yin Wind Valley isn't going towards that sword, is it?" Doubtful, but sure.

In the five-faction competition half a month ago, the lineup dispatched by Yin Wind Valley became more and more solemn.

"The troubled times are coming, the wind and rain are shaking, I don't know if the Liuyun Kingdom can hold on to geometry?" The lord of Liuyun Country is faintly worried about the future of the country.

On the Wuyin Mountain, a hundred miles away, Qing Feng has been staying next to Chonghua's tomb since he was buried, and it seems that the whole person has fallen into silence.

"Huh?" Qingfeng looked up and looked west.

"The legendary sword of slaughter was born?" Qing Feng, as the head of the Fog Hidden Sect, naturally knows a lot about the secrets of the Liuyun Country, especially the killing sword of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, and he is even more concerned, after all, this is an artifact that belongs to the same list of artifacts as the Fog Hidden Sect's Deduction Creation Mirror, and because the sword master kills, in terms of power, it is even more Interpretation Creation Mirror, how can he not be concerned.

"Kill the sword out, kill the road. Once it appears, it is blood-stained in the sky, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse? ”

"Master." A man dressed in black appeared in front of Qing Feng, his face was handsome, but it was like dead silence, and in his hand, he held an ancient mirror, which was the artifact of the Fog Hidden Gate, the Interpretation Mirror.

"Falling Wing, do you want to take a look?"

Luo Yi didn't speak, his eyes stared at the western sky, it seemed that the blood light that pointed straight to the long sky was very attractive, so that Luo Yi couldn't turn back for a long time.

"Since you're going, go ahead." Qing Feng didn't stop him, and at the same time told Luo Yi, saying: "When you leave, tell Chen Yan and let him take care of everything in the Fog Hidden Gate, and try not to look for me." ”

After Qing Feng finished speaking, his eyes looked at the tombstone beside him, on which were written three words: "Chonghua Tomb".

"I will spend the rest of my life with you." Qingfeng muttered to himself after he left with his wings, as if Chonghua, who he loved deeply, was still alive, his eyes closed, and he fell silent again.

Under the sunset, on the foggy mountain, it is very quiet.

……

In a valley, he was dressed in brocade clothes, but his face was full of expression, it was half a moon ago, he made a big fuss in the foggy hidden mountain and destroyed the nine palace envoys of the five factions, and beside him, the demon lord's long hair was flying. The two of them looked at the west and saw a blood-colored sword light.

"That sword is about to be born?" The demon lord didn't know, and asked the Nine Hall Envoys.

The envoy of the Nine Palaces looked at the sword light and said, "Kill the sword and kill the road." ”

"I just don't know, is this killing road open for us to wait?" The Nine Hall Envoys stared at the blood-colored sword light, as if there was a faint longing.

"Kill the road?" The demon lord was puzzled.

"A road to the strong, opened for the great world, the road is stained with blood, all are killing, called the killing road." The envoy of the Nine Palaces seemed to be talking to himself, but he explained to the demon lord.

"Let's hope they'll get it." The envoy of the Nine Halls stared at the sword light in the west, following the sunset in the valley, looking at the ......

In the sky of Xishu, blood became the only hue, and a ray of light left only half of the bottom of the mountain peak from the Northern Xuanjian Sect, reaching into the sky.

Slowly, a stunning pillar of light was formed.

Suddenly, a sonorous sound could be heard in the remaining half of the mountain.

Faintly audible, bursts of killing.

It seems to have some kind of ancient and tragic voice, which makes people palpitate when they hear it.

"Kill ......"

Like a lengthy spell, it slowly spread from the former site of the Northern Xuanjian Sect.

"Are you finally going to confess the Lord?" Wang Xuqin's voice trembled. For this sword, the entire Northern Xuan Sword Sect has become history, and even a few of his old friends for many years have all died tragically in the hands of the enemy because of guarding this sword.

After paying such a painful price, he finally has to admit the Lord, and there are blood and tears in Wang Cupqin's eyes.

"Master, what is this?" Liufeng clearly felt that the suffocating aura was getting stronger and stronger, and this situation had also appeared on the day Yang Ning went up the mountain half a year ago.

"I think you also know the legend of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect." Wang Xuqin pointed to the blood light that shot straight into the sky, and said, "And that legendary sword is indeed real. ”

"The pillar of blood-colored light you see as you stand is the blade of the sword."

"Blade?" King Ning changed color and said, "It turns out that the artifact really exists. "King Ning finally understood why his imperial brotherhood attached so much importance to the Northern Xuanjian Sect, and even five years ago, he did not hesitate to come forward to interfere with the Demon Sect, it turned out that everything was for the sake of this artifact that went straight into the sky at this moment.

And Yin Wind Valley's raid on the Northern Xuan Sword Sect is probably also for this sword.

Thinking of this, King Ning couldn't help but think of the legendary rumor about the sword: kill the sword, kill the road.

"Bloody rain and bloody wind...... King Ning seemed to have seen the scene of blood everywhere.

"The great world is coming, and the real troubled times are about to begin." Wang Xuqin's eyes were a little more sloppy.

On the other side of the distance, an old Taoist priest was chattering, but he was walking on the street, holding a banner with four big characters written on it: Divine Calculation.

Behind him, a dozen paces away, a young man walked two steps and stopped three steps, not far away, as if he didn't know the old way.

"Apprentice, follow up some, the wisdom of the master depends on you......"

Lao Dao looked like he hated iron but not steel, and stared back at the young man, and at this moment, Lao Dao suddenly raised his head.

"Huh? It was born? Lao Dao muttered to himself, as if he sensed a hint of something wrong.

At this moment, Lao Dao passed in front of a passer-by who was full of money.

"Passers-by, please stay." Lao Dao changed very quickly, and he almost didn't notice that Lao Dao's move to look at the sky just now would be stopped by his rich people.

The young man who was more than a dozen paces away raised his hand and touched his forehead.

"Old Taoist, is there something wrong?" Dressed in dark gold satin, holding two gold balls in his hands at the same time, he kept rubbing out the sound of metal, and the golden wind on his sleeves was fully displayed, and he looked back with disdain and glanced at Lao Dao.

"Old Daoist, your Zhonggong is cold, and your face is faintly revealing black death, you, you ......" Lao Dao seemed to have a bad look in his eyes, so he deliberately approached, looked at it carefully, and said: "You are a fierce possession......"

On the exaggerated face of the old way, a mouth is even more open.

"Oh?" A contemptuous tone came, and he said: "Old Taoist, in fact, I will also look at Oh ......" The golden wind of his sleeves was spread, and he looked at Lao Dao with disdain in his eyes, and said: "You are shrouded in black gas between your temples, I am afraid that there will be a disaster of blood and light......"

"Oh......" Lao Dao's voice pulled the old man, and finally after a few breaths, Lao Dao seemed to react, and said: "Passerby, what Lao Dao said is true......"

"Stinky old man, what I said is also true." After speaking, the two golden balls in his hand turned and made a crisp sound.

"Kill this stinky old man for me, and he actually deceived Lao Tzu......" With the sound of the golden ball, suddenly more than a dozen figures emerged on the street, all of them were dragon spirits and fierce people, and in the world, more than a dozen figures surrounded the old road in the middle.

"Hey......" The young man not far away finally couldn't bear to look directly and tilted his head to the side.

"You uncivilized people of the world......" Lao Dao saw more than a dozen figures besieged, his expression panicked, and he hated that he couldn't get out two more legs.

However, the direction of running is to make the young man behind him change color.

"And accomplices?"

"Call me along." The golden ball jingled on the long street and traveled far away.

"Stinky old man, don't lead me to it......" The young man saw that the momentum was not good, and hurriedly got up from the chair sitting in front of him and ran away.

Lao Dao didn't seem to understand what he said at all, and a banner of "magic calculation", like a ghost, appeared above the young man's head, and then there was an incredible scene.

The banner went straight out of the young man's neck and down his clothes and back.

"Stinky old way......" The young man was speechless, and he ran wildly.

"Hey, it's a commotion again." Lao Dao sighed, but in his free time, he still looked up at the sky.