For Pei Li and the others, this is like a nightmare that suddenly crashes into view.

A moment ago, the young man and girl were still stretching their legs and smiling Yan Yan, they had really reached the complete limit, thinking that they would soon return to the familiar Bowang and see Miss Ming, when everything for this trip was delivered, Xianrentai and Tianshan would definitely be able to take a big step forward in the case.

But things got out of control suddenly, and the surrounding fog was cold, broken, dead, and bloody, and all of them hit the five senses in an instant.

Here it is. Bowang. Pei Li thought.

Lord Sui said that the person who took the things in the Triple Pavilion of the Immortal Building was the Sun Swallowing Society, which was a correct judgment, but it was not right for Wuhe to say that it was the Sun Swallowing Society that took away the scene from the stall.

There are no layers of cast iron on the stalls to isolate them from the circle. It wasn't very difficult to quietly take a picture from behind his back as a four-life cultivator. For example, the Treasure Raft on the Other Side can do it.

Pei Ye didn't know why Huan Death Lou stabbed him about Xiangzhou, maybe it was a necessary sacrifice to transfer Miss Ming, maybe he felt that he couldn't dig so deep, maybe there were other considerations and designs.

In short, this matter was actively poked out by Happy Death Building. The nature of the matter is completely different.

To make such a sacrifice, they must take the initiative to do something, and they must be sure to do something.

This is where the cold of Pei's spinal cord comes from.

Everything in front of him made his heart fall into the ice cellar, and the broken bloody body rushed through the mist, and the power of the fall was almost like a dragon falling in the air, and the rockery courtyard that hit it collapsed in an instant.

Genmon.

Not even a first-order like Master Jing Li, Pei Ye Hengjian blocked in front of the girl, feeling the suffocating wind coming from his face, and almost felt that he was back in the August Salary Cang Mountain.

In the battle between Zhu Gaoyang and the three purple robes, it seemed to have such a might.

No matter what the current situation is. It would be difficult for him to play any role in such a battle.

In a state of depression, he first reached out and held the hand of the girl behind him, but he only felt a cold trembling.

Li Yiqing was also stunned and nervous to look at everything in front of her, but after a few glances, she realized that she recognized this manor.

The one in the southeast corner of Qijiao, now here-The girl immediately thought of something, her face turned white for a moment, and she suddenly looked around.

Then it stiffened in the sky.

After a layer of mist, under the rain curtain were four bloody shadows of fierce fighting, and the old man's familiar figure suddenly came into view, and the half of the bloody clothes dyed red clutched the girl's heart and lungs.

In such a battle situation, he is like tissue paper in a hurricane, and every moment seems to be shaky.

Li Yiqing understood this scene in an instant.

This was the manor that the old man had said was under his watch, and now, the man of the Happy Death Building had indeed stepped into this trap, but the enemy seemed to be ridiculously strong.

But Li Yiqing didn't understand this scene at all.

——The old man once told her with a smile that he just looked at the wind and didn't have to make a move.

Li Yiqing didn't let go of her worries so naively, this is a killing game in the Xuanmen realm after all, but what she thought was that the old man might be discovered first and would be forced to fight in the chaos. There will always be a lot of accidents.

Just as the old man always smiled and didn't want to worry her, the girl also hid this fear deeply and did not reveal it to the old man.

But it was a nightmare that would wake her up in the middle of the night.

The girl really didn't dare to think about everything after losing the old man. This is her only relative.

So now that she saw the weak and brittle figure in her mind, which worried her every time she went out, drifting in such a hurricane, the girl felt that her brain was blank.

He was clearly not forced, it was clearly not that he was entangled, he was completely active and charged with all his might—obviously even she could see that the danger of this battle was far beyond his strength.

Li Yiqing didn't know what kind of mentality to face such a sudden scene, the whole figure was frozen, and her brainstrings were completely tied by the swords intertwined in the sky, she didn't even dare to think about the reason, she was afraid that if her thinking wandered, the old man would become a corpse.

She watched him sprint out of his place, watched him resolutely draw his sword, and when she saw the black robe slash at the old man's neck, the girl's eyes suddenly went blank, but when her eyes caught the quick and sharp hand again, he saw the figure of the old man staggering with his sword and standing under the wall.

She had almost lost all her strength.

Unable to stand stiffly anymore, forgetting to say hello to the young man, Li Yiqing staggered up and rushed towards the old man.

But she had only leapt two steps, and the old man had swept up again.

It was impossible to tell which of anger and fear filled her mind first. In the sky, the wind dragon has always been hundred, the whole night sky dances with it, and the black-robed long knife seems to cut out another world, in such a battle situation, the old man like thin paper is unstoppable and sticks his sword straight into it, his face is as cold as another person.

The next moment, blood exploded from under all the skin of his body, like an arrow in a broken wing, and the old man's dark red body fell stiffly.

Li Yiqing didn't have time to glance at the situation on the other side, there was only this figure in her eyes, and she staggered a little and ran with all her might.

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The other side.

The screaming sword that really belongs to the "Confession", this body is indeed no longer able to control the Xuan Qi on its own, but it is still the best channel for exporting the Xuan Qi among all the people present.

So "Cloud Lock Zhu Lou" handed everything over to him.

Xiang Minghao also decisively burned everything he had.

"I will give you an unworthy body and part, and let go of your ambition in the clouds."

Without any words, the two parties who had just abruptly killed each other now have a tacit understanding!

The actor finally didn't expect this time, he had too many things to think about in this battle tonight, Xiang Ming Ho came in the mist with a half-crippled body, and the actor Huo Ran returned the knife, and his eyes moved away from An Zang's body.

The difference between the cultivator's move and the two grandmasters just now was immediately different, and the actor didn't have time to make any gaps, and the mighty sword wind was already coming.

The actor retreated violently, but the posture collapsed instantly under the touch, and the explosive Xuan Qi was out of control all around, and the actor raised his hand to seal it, like a plate of loose sand poured into the mold, and it condensed into a formation in an instant.

The next moment, this formation shattered again, the black robe waved his hand, and a black curtain suddenly opened in front of him, this magic weapon was made of some magic, and the space in front of him was frozen in an instant. But it still only lasted for a moment, and the next moment the rainy night was broken like a crack, and the remnants of Ming Hao's body, blood, and sword came out from behind, and the sword qi was unstoppable.

The black-robed face showed a tense solemnity, and he only then sought a gap between the swords.

The sword light was like an arc moon, and before it could take shape, it was hit by a sword from Xiang Minghao, and the black robe barely caught half of the sword, and the remaining half of the sword poured all over him, and a poignant blood flower exploded in the rainy night.

Since entering the venue, this is the first time that the black robe has been seriously injured.

Opportunity suddenly appeared in this moment.

Like a blood wound sucking a fly, at this moment, everyone present noticed the collapse of the black-robed posture.

Never wasting the opportunity, the Wudong behind the Silk [Jade Tiger] was the first to rush down, and a thunderous sword pierced through the heart of the black robe.

Xiang Minghao completely used up all his strength at this time, and the loose sword fell weakly, and after his falling figure, Anzang also jumped into the sword.

Almost at the same time, the blood on the black robe's body had just exploded, and his body was at the moment when he was most out of control, the tip of the holeless sword was already pressing, and the black robe leaned over as best he could, avoiding the sword.

It also almost exhausted all the power of this moment.

No hole is still a sword for Anzang.

The next moment, the cold long sword suddenly pierced the left shoulder of the black robe.

The actor turned back suddenly, and for the first time in this scene, his own blood was stained on the surface, which made it even more sinister, and he was hiding three feet in front of him.

The man in white who came in the wind had a solemn expression, and he looked at the person in front of him without flinching. Since the opening, he has caused him many injuries directly and indirectly.

At this moment, there were only the two of them, and Anzang drew his sword, but the actor took the first step and choked the blade with his backhand, so Anzang suddenly twisted the sword.

A snow-like sword aura suddenly generated in his body, enough to cut off the small half of his body.

But the next moment, the riot was firmly strangled in the sword by the black robe, and the two of them shook their bodies at the same time, and ate this counter-injury.

But the explosion of the Xuan Qi was once again used by the actor.

Except for the technique of drawing an empty array, there are few means that can integrate the completely disintegrated Xuan Qi so quickly, and the play's sword hand turns, and the Xuan Qi flows up along the sword body, and a Xuan Qi lock falls between the hidden hand and the hilt of the sword.

Then the actor stabbed his sword into his body, and Anzang's body was uncontrollably dragged forward, almost facing the painted blood, and the black robe punched like a wave of the sea, mercilessly slammed into Anzang's forearm.

Broken bones and blood flying.

But in the midst of this tragedy, Anzang's teeth were gritted like iron, and there was no panic on his face that was controlled by his body.

Because approaching Ben is also what he thinks in his heart, and the game on the sword is not his focus.

Even in such a seemingly infinitely real opportunity, he still only looked down and put it on the bead bag.

A pinky-long Jin Yao sword shape hooked out of his fingertips.

Tianshan magic weapon, [fishing Jiao golden hairpin].

A killing magic weapon with a similar function to the [Wind and Snow Order] in the realm of the vein tree is almost a hole card in the hole cards, and unless it is such an opportunity, Anzang will never throw it lightly.

There is no visible power, just like being wrapped in bait and silently swimming into the throat of Changjiao, and then hooking it up in the waves of the lake.

When the actor realized the fluctuation of Xuan Qi, the tip of the hairpin had already touched the bead bag. At this distance, in this state, he threw a punch on Anzang's forearm, and it was indeed too late to do anything.

But such a punch was pressed in front of him, and An Zang's gaze suddenly froze.

For the first time, the thing in this hand showed a corner in front of his eyes.

Spherical, a distinct demarcation, half black iron, half perforue. It's - the Soul Reaver Orb!

Anzang almost clutched his heart and lungs to death, if the Soul Reaver Bead is here, then what is it that hangs around his waist?!

The golden hairpin has been lit with bead bags.

Anzo stared sharply, but nothing was broken.

The invisible waves waved, and the sharp killing power of the [Fishing Jiao Golden Hairpin] was silently annihilated This bag is a magic weapon!

And it is an extremely precious magic weapon, the [Fishing Jiao Golden Hairpin] is a killing machine specially designed for Xuanmen, and under the full urging of the sword, it can even penetrate the sword of the East China Sea Sword Furnace, but it stops in front of this bead bag.

And when the shock in An Zang's heart could not subside, another strange feeling spread all over his body first, making him stunned for a moment in such a situation.

He lowered his head in disbelief, and on his waist, the pendant of the "Cloud Gilt Rank Jade", the symbol of the status of the disciple of the Tianshan Mountains, was slowly reflecting a simple symbol in the translucent jade on it.

Two of the same length are placed together, and the top one is disconnected.

The indescribable thing clenched Anzang's heart and lungs, and he opened his mouth, only to feel as if in a dream, and he couldn't make any sound for a while.

This is too old a legend.

The gold of the cloud gilt is only produced in the Tianshan Mountains, and the only Tianshan in the world is cast with the cloud gilt. After the disciple gets his own door talisman, he will go to the jade mountain to pick up a jade, Yun Liu and all kinds of jade materials are very good, the jade is embedded in the charm pendant hole, three years later, the jade and gold are fused.

This is the only "point jade" in the Tianshan Mountains, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

In those ethereal myths, the jade mountain is inhabited by the master of the West Sea, and the Tianshan Mountain is his immortal court, and when the gods above enter the world from the fairy kingdom, they all take the clouds of the heavenly pillar as their clothes and the jade of the jade as their admiration.

In countless ancient classics, Tianshan has taken this as its own source, and it still regards Peiyu as its deepest identity.

When he was just getting started, the elders of the sect nodded his head and said with a smile, "You have to take the pendant with you when you go out, maybe you will rely on it to recognize the immortal lord of the West Pole." Later, he became an elder himself, and when he talked about Yun Yingyuan, he often joked with his juniors.

It is difficult to say the position of these legends in the hearts of the disciples of the Tianshan Mountains, it is a cloud and mist that seems to be real and illusory, and no one dares to take it seriously, but deep down, it is a bright and mysterious jade hook, every time it touches it, it often thinks of the world, and stays for half an hour.

Later, Anzang was alone, and he did know that the Tianshan Mountains had been chasing those ethereal ones for hundreds of years, and he himself became one of them, but. It's a road that is too long, with no end in sight.

They searched for everything in ancient times, wandering the western realm in search of clues to King Mu's western tour. In fact, it was just to be able to catch a suspected clue like now, which was a very rare progress for Anzang.

However, now, as if in the slow pursuit of the ground, he was suddenly dragged to the sky!

What is Teruyu?! What is King Mu?! What is Senzo?!

This is clearly the ultimate of all the thousands of years pursued by the Tianshan Mountains, the highest purpose of Mu Tianzi's 30,000-mile tour to the west, and the authority of the legendary master of the West Sea to control the western realm - [Xiting Heart]!

They had been guessing that King Mu might have placed it in the deepest part of the Immortal Hide, and everyone in the Tianshan Mountains would not have thought that the Huan Death Tower was planning in secret would be it!

The sheer absurdity casts a layer of unreality over everything, and Ann almost tears his eyes at this moment - they are playing shit here! Call the Lord of the Leaf Pond to come! Call the master!

But he really couldn't make a sound in his throat.

At this moment, Anzang suddenly understood that his life was more important than everything, and cut off the hand that Tianshan stretched out to Shaolong. That's what it means for this person to stay here!

The blood flowed and stained the painting, and the two were forced so close that after the scene, Anzo saw these eyes so close for the first time.

Bright, quiet, brutal.

He was never flustered by his situation, nor did he see any cruel murder - it was always waiting for his prey.

Anzang's eyes were red, but he couldn't even squeeze out a hint of hoarseness, and the playmaker's wrist flicked, and a small dagger had been indifferently nailed into his forehead.

He waved his hand and pushed, and the man's body fell, and in such a desperate situation, no one had room to turn around.

But in the next moment, a flowing light and shadow suddenly pierced through the clouds!

At the end of this battle, such a fresh and energetic power suddenly appeared, the actor really had no more strength left, he barely crossed the knife, the tip of the sword suddenly hit the blade, and the chaotic clouds flew like a blizzard, piercing his abdomen in an instant.

The scene is hideous and twisted, and with a sword to Ming Pickaxe, the continuous offensive is still coming!

(End of chapter)