There are a lot of forbidden places on Qingyun Mountain, most of them are areas that go to other main peaks, for the outer disciples and those guests who come up the mountain, they can be regarded as forbidden places, especially the road of Ling Tianfeng, which is also guarded by the disciples of the inner gate at this moment, but in the blink of an eye, several figures fell behind a group of outer disciples at the foot of the mountain, and one of them took advantage of the situation in front of everyone, and these outer disciples had already fallen to the ground, and there was a blood line around their necks, which slowly dripped to the ground.

There are many such places, there are more than hundreds of these masked red-clothed people, the Qingyun Mountain disciples who are cleaning the town to maintain order under the mountain, and the leader of the red-clothed people who lead them is a handsome young man with a long knife in his hand, and walks over from the corpse on the ground with a sneer.

Someone followed behind him, didn't dare to show his head, just saw it from a distance, and then fled, these are two Taoist boys, ten years old, bright forehead, born very fairy, not far from this long street to see the master of the two, this from the Zhengyi Qingwei faction of the Taoist real person, is already very old, with a whisk in his hand, sitting in front of a farmhouse, the robe on his body is stained with wind and snow, but what is shocking is the two dead bodies on the side, the body is stained with dried red, and the head falls to the side.

The two Taoist boys turned the alley and ran over, giving the old road a second glance: "Master, the disciples are back." ”

The old man's eyes widened, and then he asked, "How?"

Miao Tong and Miao Ling glanced at each other, and then Miao Tong said: "The martial arts of those red-clothed people don't look like they are decent in the rivers and lakes, and the disciples have never seen them. ”

Miao Ling also nodded, such evil martial arts, I have never seen or heard of them, and the exercises on the rivers and lakes are different, the emphasis is on fast and ruthless, and a look at the face can take people's lives, which makes people shudder.

The old man's brows furrowed, he looked at the wound of the corpse, and he had already deduced some thoughts, he nodded and said: "The outer disciples of Qingyun Mountain were killed, and these people don't bury the corpses, let's follow the way, we can see the dead corpses all the way, such fanfare......"

He thought about it carefully, but he still couldn't help but feel that the obscure thing behind it was really confusing, the old man raised his hand, and behind the calculations he had been calculating, there was no conclusive conclusion, such an algorithm did not violate anything, on the contrary, it kept the bottom line, and what was not a heavenly machine has now become an empty one.

"You have to go up Qingyun Mountain. The old Taoist priest raised his eyes, put down his hand, and couldn't stay any longer, the cause and effect were inexhaustible, and even the heavenly machine couldn't be calculated, such a thing was also afraid of the Taoist priest who cultivated all day long.

As soon as the old man got up and walked out of the corner with two Taoist boys, he stopped, and there were more than a dozen people in red in front of him, the handsome young man with a fierce face, who had been waiting for a long time with a long knife, these people in red held the steel knife in their hands, and when they saw the old man coming out, the two of them pounced without saying anything.

These people obviously followed the two little Taoist boys all the way, Miao Tong and Miao Ling were stunned, they followed the old real people to the north and south, and saw a lot, but after all, it was a Taoist doll who did not practice martial arts well, how could they not be afraid of the fierce swordsman who was going to kill?

"Let's go first!" The old man could only leave a sentence, let the two Taoist boys run quickly, and swept the dust on his hand to meet these red-clothed people, the dust wandered, the old man's martial arts looked chic, the small alley was narrow, and he stopped the dozen fierce swordsmen alone.

The old man said secretly in his heart, brushed the dust to block the sharp blade around him, pulled the robe on his body with a big hand, wrapped it in the full flying snow, waved it vigorously, and threw it in front of several swordsmen, and there was still cold air in the flying snow, splashing in front of several people, and hurriedly waved his hand to cover it.

"Master!" The two little Taoist boys didn't dare to escape, and they were helpless, they were lowly and couldn't help at all. What's more, their master is here, how can he give up the master who took care of them? The old man didn't even have time to look back at them, and the red-clothed people around him continued to kill them, and they couldn't stop the dust, so they could only hold their own Dao swords.

"Listen to the master's words! Hurry up!" The old man is now old and frail, and he is no longer as good as in the past, far less powerful than these swordsmen in front of him, he can only take a step back, and then retreat again and again, and the true qi on the dust in his hand is getting thinner and thinner.

"I suffered the loss of not cultivating well, master...... The disciple is not a good material for practicing martial arts!" The old man gritted his teeth, stomped on the stone wall on the side, retreated five or six zhang away, and used his palms to push the two Taoist boys out of the long alley with qigong.

"Master!" the two Dao boys exclaimed, falling out of the alley and struggling to get up.

"Rubbish!"

The young man with the long knife snorted coldly, and no longer waited, he walked with the long knife in his own hand, disgusted by the narrowness of the alley, and the blade earned a circle in his hand, rolling up a burst of dust on the wall.

"Changting is prosperous!"

The Dao sword of the old man was sent out of the scabbard behind his back, and the sword name was engraved on the sword, Chang Ting.

A qigong wrapped the long sword, and the sword qi carved a piece of wall ash along the earthen wall, and the qi wave knocked over the red-clothed swordsmen who rushed up to the ground, leaving some blood marks on the sword qi and breaking the red clothes.

"It's really not as old as it gets, and I suffered the loss of not practicing well. The old man took two long breaths and whispered to himself.

More than a dozen red-clothed swordsmen didn't dare to go up again for a while, but the young man behind them let out a long roar with a long knife, and the knife qi suddenly fell! More than a dozen red-clothed people could only dodge, and the old man's pupils shrank, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he had no time to dodge, so he could only block the Dao sword in his hand in front of him, and the sword qi went straight down from the young man's height, and in the exclamation of the two Dao boys outside the alley, the air waves in the entire alley suddenly exploded, and the snow and ash all over the ground were raised, forming a fog.

The young man snorted coldly, and the long knife in his hand was carried on his shoulder again, and the knife struck solidly, and he could hear the sound of the old man gritting his teeth in pain.

"Your Excellency. ”

The man in red behind had just stepped forward when he was slapped in the face by the young man, and he shrunk his neck and took a step back.

The young man had a cold face and shouted in a low voice: "An old Taoist priest of seventy or eighty years old can't be killed, what's the use of raising you? Are they all rice buckets?"

The red-clothed man who was scolded didn't dare to raise his head to respond, so he only hung his head and waited for the boyish spirit to disappear.

The wind couldn't blow the fog in the alley for a while, the young man rolled up his sleeves and waved, the dust and flying snow in the alley were blown away by the strong wind wrapped in true qi, the young man's brows were furrowed, the ground was empty, the figure of the old Taoist priest was not there, only one arm and a pool of blood, and even the two Taoist boys who were still at the end of the alley disappeared.

"What are you still stunned for?" The young man gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at these red-clothed people, those red-clothed people trembled, or the young man slapped one of the heavenly spirit covers, and after the blood flowed down from the man's forehead, he said again: "Don't chase me yet!"

More than a dozen red-clothed swordsmen dispersed in an uproar, and hurriedly chased after the bloodstains on the ground, for fear of becoming the next unlucky guy to be killed.

The young man walked to the side of the broken arm, a long knife mark stretched, his skill was getting higher and higher, but it was not enough, far from enough, the young man closed his eyes and walked out of the alley alone.

Lao Zhenren's light skills were not sorry for his own master, he fled for several miles, fell to the ground in the wilderness, and his Dao sword did not know where to lose, grabbing the two Dao Tong with one arm, lying on the ground with a pale face, panting and dripping with sweat beads, and the two Dao Tong fainted.

The sword was heavy, the old man's sword and an arm, even the sleeve were directly chopped off, he gritted his teeth and climbed under an old tree, becoming more and more weak, but he didn't dare to fall asleep carelessly.

"Old...... Really, to the master...... Shame on you. The old man sighed, his breath weakened, the sword was destroyed along with his Changting sword, the sword was still his master, the old Taoist of the Shangqing faction gave it to him, the master immortal died for many years, this sword remained, and it was destroyed by someone with a knife.

"What the master said is right, it's really not...... It's not a magic weapon. The old man seemed to be going to die in the next moment, laughing at himself, he recalled the past.

Someone came, a voice came from behind him, there were a lot of footsteps, the old man really had no strength, his eyes were open and he felt laborious, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when he reached him, he had passed out.

The master on Qingyun Mountain is already the second batch of master duels, more than 2,000 disciples, half of the decisive ones, the winner and the winner fight, generally have to fight for a long time, but there are more spectators, there are two more square tables on the high platform, one of the people who came is the great elder Su Jue from the Ten Thousand Sword Gate, Su Jue is also a prestigious peerless master on the rivers and lakes, not only is the martial arts is so simple, but also a hundred-year-old man, often known as the real sword fairy in the Sword Gate, more than 100 years old, looking younger than the eighty-something old people, carrying a sword, and not much old dragon clock in the body, looking at people with a smile, but those outer disciples below, I don't dare to really regard him as an old man who has no power to restrain the chicken, this is a real sword immortal, but a big man who has never passed away when he is old, and his realm is unfathomable.

Such a character came up the mountain, Chen Cheng didn't expect it, speaking of which, although the realm of him and the one-inch monk was not much worse than this old sword immortal, but after all, it was much worse in terms of seniority, of course, this Ling Tianmen was naturally not without a big man who was over a hundred years old, but such a big person, they couldn't invite it, so they invited him to sit down, and it seemed too much to give face to this old sword fairy.

Ling Tianmen's characters, the older they are, the higher the martial arts realm will precipitate, Ling Tianmen himself knows that there is an old ancestor in the door who has lived for two hundred years, but such a mythical character is really terrifying, he has hid from the cause and effect for a lifetime, and has cultivated a lifetime of tranquility, except for the difficulties in the door, the master of the door Lu Weisheng begged for each other, and he was not necessarily willing to be born.

The true immortal who was born, this Su Jue smiled and looked at the girl who was sitting quietly, Nan Huai Jin's appearance in the dust, the old sword fairy just came to this high platform and sat down, and he saw it.

The more the old sword fairy looked at it, the more satisfied he felt, such an immortal, the eyes of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect that he brought with him were useless, standing behind the old sword fairy, he didn't dare to show a bit of arrogance, afraid that the southern girl would turn her head and look at her gaffe.

"Wanjianmen and Ling Tianmen, I really haven't been in touch for a while, the old sword immortal came from afar, so that I and my senior brother are a little unsure of an inch, how to treat the old-timers. Chen Cheng smiled, and greeted Su Jue with an inch of Amitabha Buddha.