The flowers can be folded straight, and the branches must be broken without flowers.

Inside the dungeon of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect

"Do you smell it, the air is mixed with the smell of blood, something must be going on outside, Master, I'm going to see Master...

"What's wrong all of a sudden, you're calm!" Yun Lingzhi grabbed Yun Musheng's wrist. "Somehow, I just had a sudden cramping pain in my chest, and I felt... Something must have happened to Master. Yun Musheng said uneasily.

Hua Wenqing frowned on the side, she also felt that something was wrong, after all, Yun Musheng's feelings at this time were exactly the same as what she felt when Hua Xianzi died a week ago, her heart was cramping, her heart was flustered, maybe this was the bond between her relatives.

Although Yun Musheng and Yun Zhizhi are not as close relatives as Hua Wenqing and Hua's, after all, when he was born, almost all the people in this world who were connected to him by blood dissipated in that sea of fire.

Only left himself in infancy at that time. His father's best friend rescued him, and the man seemed to have a deep city, and he never showed his true face, but just told Yun Musheng that he could be called Mr. Nan.

After being rescued, Yun Musheng was sent to Huayun by Mr. Nan, and it seemed that the Huayun faction had a deep friendship with him, and he had just taken the position of head at that time.

The high-spirited Yun Zhizhi took it in as an apprentice, and followed his surname Yun, when he first arrived in Huayun, he met the thirtieth birthday of Hua Fairy, and he played Sheng, hence the name, Yun Musheng, and in these sixteen years, Yun Zhizhi has been treated as his own son.

"Okay, okay, I'll see if I can pick the lock open."

With that, Yun Lingzhi took off the hairpin and poked at the door lock. "No wonder your hairpin looks weird, it has such an effect, why don't you use it." Hua Wenqing was a little puzzled.

"I sensed that the man in black had not gone far, he had been staring at us, and through the wave of chase just now, I found that this person's internal strength was extremely strong, and we were by no means opponents, so I found out that he was no longer there, so I remembered to pick the lock."

Yun Lingzhi is worthy of the master of Izumo Zhimei, both in insight and perception ability are better than ordinary people.

In front of the main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect

"Master!"

Everyone couldn't believe what was happening in front of them, and the only remaining claw of Han Xie really pierced into Yun Zhizhi's heart.

"Hiss~ Tell me where the fragment of the Seven Killings is stored, maybe in a while, I can let your sister and those little brothers of yours die happily."

Han Xie looked at the prey in front of him proudly, and the blood had dyed his blue and white clothes bright red.

Yun Zhizhi grinned with blood in his mouth, and looked at Han Xie with contempt. Han Xie looked at Yun Zhizhi, who had no power to fight back at this time, with an unhappy expression:

"Hiss~ What are you laughing at!" "Everyone knows... Our Huayun swordsmanship... Famous for being fast... But have you heard... Our Huayun's internal strength... It's cold and biting..."

After Yun Zhizhi finished saying word by word, Han Xie reacted, and his hand that pierced Yun Zhizhi's heart was already firmly frozen.

"You! He also cultivated the cold internal strength! ”

Han Xie, who had always been fearless, panicked at this time. Han Che's internal strength is very easy to counterattack, if it is rested with the Kuaixue Sword Technique, the cultivator will mobilize the internal force too quickly when casting, resulting in the cold qi invading the heart veins.

"It's worthy of being a wolf eater on a full moon night, the old man is ashamed of himself, but when you meet the old man tonight, don't think about being kind! Senbuki Snow: Cold! ”

Four or five extremely cold sword qi instantly slashed around Han Xie's left wrist, only to hear a scream, a left hand that was frozen into ice fell to the ground, and Han Xie clenched his left arm in pain and collapsed to the ground...

A ray of morning light broke through the clouds and shone into the main hall, and the cloud branches fell down against the warm sun, and the light kissed his bloodstained cheeks, and the sharp and gentle eyes never opened again.

"Report! The fragment of the Seven Killings has arrived. ”

"First... Withdraw first..."

The second and third killers quickly left with Han Xie in their arms. In the main hall, only a few surviving people remained, and the Thousand Bird Sword that still exuded an extremely cold atmosphere, the way of the sword, cold; The one who wields the sword, blazing.

This sentence, which is known to everyone in Huayun's disciples, is so heavy at this moment.

Lingdu City, Tianxuanzong Scripture Pavilion

"Alas, Huayun Seven Swords, these seven people are also our old friends, but unfortunately they don't live long, God is jealous of talents, I think they were all good at the times." Next to the screen, a long-haired man looked at the corner of the Scripture Pavilion, and the portrait of the Seven Swords was already a little yellowed.

Wen Yushu was sitting on the bench, closed his eyes and said:

"The head of the cloud is upright, I have been treating each other with courtesy for many years, but the world is not benevolent, all things are dogs, and the weak should be the bait of the beasts, cut the jade, and on the day of the funeral of the cloud broken branches, I will go to the pillar incense on my behalf."

"Incense him? You have forgotten the appearance of the seven people at the time of the Sword Conference, and they didn't take our Tianxuanzong seriously. ”

The long-haired man poked his finger at the portrait of Yun Zhizhi, unconvinced.

"After this battle, Hua Yun's seven swords are only broken arms and broken plums, and those deacons are just a group of rotten trees, Hua Yun may never turn over again, the five major sects in the past have been destroyed by the Sun Covering Pavilion, and now they should fight against the thieves together."

Wen Yushu's eyes opened slightly, and his long snow-white hair made people unpredictable about his age. Maybe it was the fall of the two sects, or maybe it was the plundering of the two fragments of the Seven Killings, no matter what happened, it made Wen Yushu feel a strong crisis, and the rivers and lakes were about to change.

"Okay, okay, then I'll give your old man another errand, I hope Huayun won't be like the monks in Shaolin, a dead abbot chanting scriptures for three days and three nights, and I'll be tired." Ji Qiyu muttered helplessly.

In front of the main hall of the Shattered Cloud Mountain Range, Huayun Sect

"Master! Master! ”

The three teenagers and a group of medical pavilion disciples and the rest of the non-combatants rushed all the way and shouted all the way, it seemed that Yun Lingzhi had really picked the lock of the dungeon.

When I came to the main hall, the scene in front of me made everyone stunned for a while, the main hall was full of piles of corpses and countless broken walls, and the cruel reality came like a storm.

"Quick! Save! "This one is still alive!"

"Hurry up and stop the bleeding for the deputy head!" Everyone came to their senses, rushed forward one by one, and desperately began to look for the living from the pile of dead people.

Only Yun Musheng couldn't believe that the corpse in front of him, which was pierced through his heart and lying on the ground, was actually a cloud broken branch that had been as gentle as his father for many years.

The young man stepped forward slowly, and the body of the Thousand Bird Sword also exuded unfinished sword energy, and the flying snowflakes fell on the still firm face of the cloud folded branch, as if this broken cloud mountain snow was saying goodbye to an old man.

There were mottled blood stains on the ground around the corpse, and the hoarfrost was slowly spreading towards the corpse, but there was no sign of freezing and frost around the corpse, and his body was extremely hot until it completely lost its vitality!

"Division... Master... Division... Parent"

Yun Musheng choked and shouted over and over again, but the surging roar was not in his mouth, only in his heart, and it was difficult for outsiders to hear any of his voices, at this moment, there was no heart-rending cry, no tears of rainstorm pear blossoms, only a sixteen-year-old boy, constantly twitching and trembling body.

Some of the people were busy rescuing the injured, and some were as dumbfounded as Hua Wenqing and Yun Lingzhi looked at Yun Zhizhi's corpse, lying next to Yun Zhizhi's body, feeling this last hug, this was a sunny and vibrant morning.