This chapter was written during the day yesterday, and I have something to do, and the number of words is a bit small, so forgive me.

"What's going on?"

Peng Suo took a deep breath, and the group finished the major event on the side of Xiyuhu, and was returning south along the Hongqiao of the "Juxian Bridge", of course, they also saw this scene.

Although they are not on either side now, they can gather the Immortal Bridge to access the Linggang Mountain System and the place where the Spirit Transformation Law works, and they can also detect the situation over there.

Looking at the northern sky from afar, I saw Ye Banshan's sword intent falling, standing alone in the picture scroll, sinking and floating surrounded by the demon tide, and in the southeast direction, although there was a sword intent, there was no sword immortal who could fly. But the waist whispered, it was Chen Longchuan's sword that responded.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

"The blood is on the head. Li Bocai responded with cold and faint words.

When Peng Suo heard this, the golden light in his eyes was like a sword, and he glared angrily, at this moment, he completely forgot about the gap in status and cultivation, just as Li Bocai said, the blood in his heart surged, and he even held the hilt of the sword.

Although creation and purification have always been incompatible, he himself is also in the same vein of creation, but at this moment, this kind of cool talk can also be spoken?

There was a sudden sneer next to him, but it was the disciple of the Lichen Sect who was bold and took advantage of the danger of others to almost "swallow Lingjiao alive".

Li Bocai and the others have been busy with the affairs of the witch god these days, [The negotiation with the Lichen Sect has long been left behind, and they feel that this junior kendo cultivation can be regarded as a line of Jianxuan, and now that they have returned to the south, they will be taken away with Lingjiao.]

This man seems to be called ...... Zhang Yan?

Although Zhang Yan was locked by the sword intent and was weak, he still laughed, as for what to laugh at, there was no need to say.

It's just that except for Ling Jiao blinking at him, whether it is Li Bocai or Peng Suo, no matter what the reason, they don't want to pay attention.

But at this time, Zhang Yan really wanted to say something: "The kid inherited the sword intent of Donghou, and also collected some rumors and anecdotes, and he has admired the predecessor for a long time, and suddenly felt that there were a few words, which were particularly appropriate to the occasion." ”

Wan Tengshan next to him listened to his sneering, I was afraid that he wouldn't be able to spit out any good words, and was about to close his mouth, Zhang Yan chuckled and groaned:

"Thousands of miles are as fishy as ......"

Along the way, the demon tide rolled over, rolling up and down from the Hongqiao, touching the scene, and the sword cultivators were slightly stunned at first, and then changed color.

At this time, Zhang Yan was already singing with a split throat:

"Thousands of miles of fishy as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, when will the majestic pass?"

It seems that he thinks that these monks on the "bridge" are too irritable, and it is precisely because of the power of the Nine Palaces Demon Domain, the fierce momentum of the demon tide, enveloping millions of heavenly demons, pounced up, but it hit the iron plate, and in the blink of an eye, it was swept away by the fierce sword light of a sword cultivation.

However, the sword roar in the air couldn't stop Zhang Yan's hoarse out-of-tune, but he had a fierce voice:

"Why don't you ask the devil's luck, Heri is in the middle!"

Thousands of miles of fishy as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, when will the majestic pass?

These words are Chen Longchuan's words back then.

It was during the Great War of Swords and Witches that year, Chen Longchuan, who was also a sword cultivator, gave it to Donghou. The gift of "Heri" is in response to the sword intent of the Great Day that Donghou has achieved at that time, and it also has the meaning of self-promise.

This good story, as long as it is about the monk of Jianxuan, there are few people who don't know. is a "backward" like Peng Suo, and because he has carefully studied Chen Longchuan's past, he is also familiar with this allusion.

He knew that Zhang Yan was just converting the word "witch" in "Why do you need to ask" into the word "demon".

It's just that the words and phrases that were fierce and exciting back then are placed in today's scene, how can people's hearts be?

Penso tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, only his eyes lowered.

Li Bocai didn't care about everyone's affection, the smile on his face didn't change, he still ignored Zhang Yan, and only patted Peng Suo's shoulder:

"So you should be a sword cultivator. ”

He looked back at the picture of the northern sky and muttered, "...... There are quite a few. ”

At this moment, just like him, looking at the sword cultivation of the northern sky, there are more than 100,000, 100,000!

Thousands of sword cultivators' hearts were surging with blood, staring at the changes in the picture scroll.

On the far sky scroll, although there are high cliffs and snow waves, and sword intent is stacked, but now, there is only one lonely leaf and half a mountain.

The magic tide slammed into the sky and hit the shore, and it must be completely suppressed.

Ye Banshan's true sword roared, striking the void, and no matter how the tide came, it was all immovable.

However, the picture scroll is bright and extinction, and the ups and downs are uncertain, just like an isolated island in the sea, in the danger of the sky falling into the sea, and there is no time and now.

Maybe it's the empathy effect brought about by the same environment, around the real Linggang Mountain, I don't know how many sword cultivators instinctively draw their swords, but what can they do?

The surrounding wind and waves are calm, and a cadre of people is looking around with swords, and they don't know where to go.

The peaks of the Spirit Gang resonated, and when they reached the extreme, there was finally a sword aura rushing into the sky, echoing with the north. However, this is the spontaneous resonance of the sword intent of the sword immortals of the past dynasties on Linggang Mountain, although it is supernatural, it only washes away the demon tide, and it is difficult to have other effects.

"Hell yes!"

Someone slammed the sword down, went to the ground to the handle, sat cross-legged on the ground, inexplicably congested, and there was a sad breath, which came from the middle.

Looking up at Linggang Mountain - on the Linggang Mountain that is close at hand, the sword light comes and goes, it seems to be overbearing, but it is also clueless.

"It's so damn breathless!"

Suddenly, he heard the sound of gasping around him, and raised his head suddenly, but it was a person from the demon tide, which demon gate powerhouse should be, and he saw the opportunity, and with the blessing of the demon tide, he attacked Ye Banshan.

Although all the sword cultivators also knew that most of the images of Ye Banshan reflected in the northern sky were only transformed by sword intent, but at war with the Demon Gate, they were controlled here, and it was difficult to complete the body, not to mention that at this moment, a realm of demon tides was covered, and I don't know how many Heavenly Demon Tribulation Demons and Ending Demon Lords were staring at Ye Banshan, just waiting for him to reveal his flaws, and he was about to rush up.

Seeing that the situation was in danger, Ye Banshan, who had been silently swinging his sword and fighting in all directions, suddenly shouted:

"Thief!"

The sound is like thunder, the sword is like lightning, thousands of miles of void, under a sword, the wind and clouds burst out, only the strong and domineering sword intent, across the sky, whether it is a demon cultivator, a heavenly demon, such as being bombarded by the thunder, wiped out in an instant. For a moment, the universe was clear, and the demon was low.

On the side of Linggang Mountain, the sword cultivators who were originally worried about Ye Banshan being outnumbered were stunned for a moment, and then thundered with joy.

Although the Sword Ancestor of the Mid-Levels has been in retreat for a long time to recuperate from his injuries and does not hear a sound, once he comes out of the sword, he will be heroic and heroic, and he will not reduce the year.

However, in the true realm at this time, the demon tide was completely endless, and the thousands of miles of pure domain were soon contaminated by the billowing turbidity.

But at this time, Ye Banshan ignored the surging demon tide, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head slightly, as if he was listening.

Since that thunderous sword, every move of this veteran sword immortal has the power to affect people's hearts, and on the side of Linggang Mountain, which was still noisy, thousands of sword cultivators have all quieted down one by one, not breathing.

I am in the south of the sky, and I am in the north of the earth, but the bright moon is shining, and one world is shared.

At that time, there was a faint message, turning into the moonlight, and only the heart could feel it.

Just like Linggang Mountain at this moment, many people seemed to hear it, after the thunder sword light swept away, in the empty sky, a sound was lower, and the aftermath gradually disappeared.

The demon tide surged, overwhelming the sky, and the chaotic noise drowned out the last trace of "aftersound".

Ye Banshan opened his eyes, still ignoring the demon tide that was already close at hand, only looking at the mountains and seas that were floating in the void, cold and empty, it was the sword intent that had converged and resonated before, and it was also under the impact of the demon tide, and it gradually changed its tone.

Although the sword intent was in the direction, sweeping the universe and killing the demon, no familiar echo was heard.

He smiled to himself: "Old...... What can the boss say?"

Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, his smile did not change: "Maybe I let you deceive you, but this matter, my generation should not let it! Thousands of people are like this, and so is one person!"

The strength roared, the cold light cracked the sky, and the demon tide that had already rushed to the face was dispersed again, and in the blink of an eye, a pure place was opened, with a brilliant sword intent, such as nine thunderbolts, a sound was suppressed, a sound was stronger than a sound, and the sound was extremely loud, but the thunder sound was boundless, and everything was silent.

Also at this moment, there is a voice of generosity and tragedy, tearing the void:

"Raise your head to the northwest clouds, leaning on the sky and thousands of miles to have a long sword!"

Above the high cliff and snow waves, Ye Banshan is a single lone sword, dancing in the sky, the sword wind and waves, strong as a rainbow.

Above the Northern Heavenly Sword Intent Scroll, there was emptiness and silence, but around the Tiannan Linggang Mountain, thousands of sword cultivators rose up, raised their arms and raised their swords, and roared in harmony, even until hot tears were spilled, and their throats were hoarse, and they did not stop speaking:

"Raise your head to the northwest clouds, leaning on the sky and thousands of miles to have a long sword!"

The spirit gang shook, the peaks whispered, and the humming sound was endless.

At this moment, in the Southeast Heavenly Domain, a radius of 100,000 miles, the sword qi was stacked and agitated, rushing straight to Xiao Han, and the turbid qi of the Nine Heavens Demon Tide was dispersed for a while.

Li Bocai and his entourage, who were on the Juxian Bridge, were also stimulated by this sword aura, and they were dumbfounded for a while.

Peng Suo took a few deep breaths and looked back to the north, but his gaze unexpectedly swept to some kind of vision, and he was out of direction at the moment:

"...... over there"

Li Bocai followed his gaze and pointed to a place in the northwest of the central part, which was originally hidden under the demon tide, but for some reason, the tide surged, opening a pure land, and under the pressure of the demon tide, it appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Wan Tengshan said strangely: "Which sword immortal predecessor is ......?"

On the side, Zhang Yan laughed again: "You are too forgetful in the first vein of creation, have you forgotten the Sword Garden?"

In fact, Wan Tengshan said half of the words, and he had already woken up, but he was still despised by Zhang Yan. But he wasn't annoyed, just silent.

The Garden of Swords, the ruined and forgotten cemetery.

People say that here, see you in the middle of the night, and the bullfighting is bright.

Zhang Yan smiled coldly: "The legacy of Linggang has been buried in the garden for a long time, eight times out of ten...... Belch. ”

The word "nine" was never spoken, but Peng Suo was struck in the abdomen with a sword scabbard, and the whole person was bent into a shrimp shape.

As for Penso, when he raised his face again, his eyes were red.

This time, no one stopped him, even Lingjiao, and he just secretly sent a glance at Zhang Yan.

Peng Suo stood on the Hongqiao, holding the fingers of the Longchuan sword, his joints turned white, and he said in a dumb voice to Li Bocai:

"Senior Brother Bocai, Peng Suo said goodbye today!"

"Oh, where are you going?"

Peng Suo took a long breath, suddenly smiled, looked north at Zhongtian, and whispered:

"I pity the gentleman the most in the middle of the night dance, and say, 'Men are as dead as iron'......" I1292