Bai Lai and Pei Huaiqian knew that they couldn't take Meng Changfeng away with the sword, the monster target who was staring at them in the shadows was this, and at the same time, this man would never throw away the disciples in the door and escape by himself, and these disciples were also unconditionally believing in their hall master and the new door master, if something dangerous caught up, they would use up all their Xuan power, and then rush up themselves, giving Meng Changfeng even a dozen breaths of time to evacuate. Of course, Meng Changfeng would not allow this kind of thing to happen, so he had to fight his way out of the blood path as quickly as possible, he had already squeezed his physical strength and Xuan Force to the limit, and all kinds of sword moves and sword styles were presented in his hands in turn, dancing like dancing in the river, and blood splashed while dancing.

The disciples were all inspired by the courage of the sect master, and drew their swords from their waists to charge with him. Hasn't the Law Enforcement Hall been led by such a man for many years? a man who has stepped on the bloody road and is clothed with countless honors and responsibilities!

Within a few dozen breaths they had crossed the promenade, and in front of them was the corner, and the road to the roof was on the side of the corner. The sword Changfeng swung out a brilliant sword light like a long river, and Meng Changfeng seemed to slash down horizontally with endless power, slashing a blood puppet directly in half, and the blood sprinkled on the pitch-black wooden door, gurgling along the plain white wall.

After a breath, the door collapsed in front of Meng Changxuan, and the cold wind swept the river debris in his face, and behind the wooden door was a balcony, and the Pingyang City outside the balcony was cross-current.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, only the sea and the rain and the wind, and the man's long white hair fluttering in the wind. He was so slender and light, wearing a plain robe and leaning on the small table in the middle of the balcony, as if he was taking a nap. Behind him, the white waves made a loud roar like a dragon's groan.

The man slowly raised his head, most of the heavy makeup on his face had been washed away by the tide, but there was a different kind of beauty that was thrilling. In the depths of his eyes, there seemed to be a golden light exploding into points of light.

Meng Changxuan, or rather, the sword of blasphemy.

In the end, they still met, but some of them had parted, and some things had changed.

There was no joy of reunion of the old people, and the moment he saw Meng Changxuan, Meng Changfeng subconsciously crossed his sword in front of him as a defense. He sat there as beautiful as a painting, but there was a murderous aura in his eyes.

The disciples drew their swords and wanted to attack, but they were stopped by Meng Changfeng: "Stand down...... Don't act rashly!"

He couldn't say anything more, all his attention was on the dark long sword that Meng Changxuan was leaning on the side of the table. That sword was at least a zhang away from Meng Changxuan, and it seemed impossible to pull it out casually, but Meng Changfeng knew that it was just a trick to confuse outsiders, and whenever Meng Changxuan wanted to use it, it would inevitably appear in this man's hand.

For sword cultivators of the realm of him and Meng Changxuan, it was difficult for sword qi to inflict fatal injuries on them, and the most effective way was to fight with a sword blade in close quarters and directly cut off the mystical muscles.

If Meng Changxuan thought about it, he could turn these disciples into a pile of minced meat in an instant. But Meng Changxuan didn't care about his ant-like disciples, Meng Changxuan was here to look for him, and from the moment the door opened, those golden pupils had been staring at him blankly.

It was the pupil of the Sen Luo evil ghost, Meng Changfeng had buried him in the depths of the barren mountain many years ago, and today he is back.

Meng Changfeng retreated step by step, leaving a safe enough distance between himself and his younger brother, or he was oppressed back by the extreme murderous aura on Meng Changxuan's body. The blood puppets were prostrate on the ground and did not dare to move, not only suppressed by the aftermath of the Taiqi Sword, but also unable to move by Meng Changxuan's oppression. That thing that was enough to make the blood puppets tremble was Meng Changxuan, and when this sword ghost revealed his true face, even this group of fierce beasts trembled.

A moment ago, Meng Changfeng's body was still filled with scorching Xuan power, and at this moment, it was as cold as an icicle piercing his heart, and his body was cold inch by inch. He had been holding out little hope before he came here, but now he realized that his brother had died many years ago, and that he was now only a sword ghost. This ghost came back with his brother's skin to take revenge, all of this was a trap from beginning to end, and Blasphemy relied on the eruption and remaining strength of Qi Tianshan to trap the new master of Wuenmen in this inn, even though he could dominate more than half of the forces in Leiyang County, but at this time there were only a dozen people following him.

It was a perfect game, and if the Graceless Gate was a long sword, now its hilt had been nailed down, and only the blade could hold it.

Meng Changfeng suddenly stood up and slowly set up his sword pose. Ghost Brake Senluo, his fastest, sharpest and most powerful move, he has little chance of facing his younger brother, so he can only gamble everything.

But Meng Changxuan didn't have any reaction to this move, he looked at Meng Changfeng silently, as if he was looking at a stranger. With the extreme speed of Meng Changfeng's full burst, he could launch a fatal slash with only one thousandth of a breath, but Meng Changxuan just slowly wiped his hair and lightly smeared heavy makeup.

His long hair turned pale at a visible rate, half of it was black when the door was opened, and then it was all white after a few moments. From the appearance, it could be seen that his body was undergoing incredible changes, over the years he had swallowed the essence blood of countless Blood Emperors, but there was no obvious reaction, at this moment, those extremely evil sources were concentrated and exploded, pushing his body to the peak in a violent way. The complete explosion of essence blood was completely destroying his body, and then reorganizing in an instant, he looked so pale and thin, but he was calm, like a king patrolling his own territory.

White waves, black clouds, green winds, countless birds shouted anxiously on the water, Meng Changfeng was as immobile as a statue, and Meng Changxuan, who was as weak as silk, leaned on the small table tiredly, weak willows supporting the wind, and his eyes were confused.

The disciples who followed behind Meng Changfeng glanced at each other anxiously, only to feel that their hearts were about to break through their chests and beat out. But none of them can do anything, and here they are not qualified to speak.

"You?" Meng Changxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, as if a little clear light was beating in the depths of his eyes.

"It's me. Meng Changfeng replied.

"Brother?" Meng Changxuan slowly got up. When he called Brother Meng Changfeng, there was a trace of tremor and joy in his voice, almost making people think that he had jumped out of the shackles of evil ghosts and was reborn.

Meng Changfeng did not answer.

"You killed me. Meng Changxuan tilted his head and looked at Meng Changfeng.

But it was only for a moment, and there was no such clarity in his voice. It turned out that it was just the voice he was used to, and even if he became a sword ghost, he could still speak inadvertently in the tone of the young man back then.

Meng Changfeng still didn't answer.

After so many years, Meng Changfeng thought about how he should face that face that has not been changed by the years, should he use tears or smiles, should he use the blade of a sword or anger, or just make a cup of tea, sit down and chat slowly?

In the end, he could only respond to Meng Changxuan with silence, he had nothing to say, and now he had nothing to say, Meng Changxuan called his brother, but he didn't answer, because he was not the brother of the sword ghost.

Meng Changxuan laughed, it was the kind of arrogant laughter, senseless laughter, the plain robe trembled in the laughter, and the clothes seemed to flow water. Everyone didn't know if this was a show or a sincere laugh, that kind of laughter was too tense, like the king of heaven and earth who had swept away the Liuhe finally got the world, standing on the top of all living beings and laughing unscrupulously, laughing at those enemies who challenged him beyond their strength, and now they have turned into dry bones, so vast and vast, so empty-eyed. In the Eight Desolations of the Universe, he has reigned at the highest place, and from now on, no one can stand side by side with him.

In addition to the arrogance in the laughter, there is endless resentment and anger, Meng Changxuan did not lie to Luo Tian, in the years of separation, he wanted to be reunited with his brother, but he gritted his teeth and hated him, the resentment of the year took root in loneliness, and finally turned into a devilish terrible thing that quietly bloomed in the depths of his heart.

The dark black long sword appeared in Meng Changxuan's hand, and the next moment he disappeared in front of everyone, only Meng Changfeng could see the phantom that broke through the rain curtain and stepped on the wind, Meng Changxuan's speed was far beyond his imagination, as if the moment he raised his hand, the blade of the sword had already appeared in front of the front door.

Ghost Brake Sen Luo didn't have time to cut out at all, this is Meng Changfeng's strongest sword style, used to seize the opportunity with the enemy, but the premise of taking the lead is that you can detect the opponent's attack.

Meng Changfeng couldn't judge his attack, it was like a disembodied and formless ghost stretched out a bone-like finger and pointed at your eyebrows, he asked you to die, you can't resist, you can only die with unwillingness.

This is the strongest sword ghost, Meng Changxuan is the only one in a million kendo talents like him, and Meng Changxuan's talent is far above him! There has never been the strongest sword immortal in this world, only the kings fight each other and continue to be defeated by the new king!

In just one thousandth of a breath, Meng Changfeng remembered that Chen Jianxian had told him that the last thing he heard during the fight between the two sword cultivators was the sound of the wind, which was the sound of blood bursting out of his neck, as lonely as the wind.

The gust of wind came as expected, with the smell of fresh blood, and the cold blade poured into his chest, and a moment later his chest was as hot as a soldering iron. The Xuan Power Protection at the peak of the Chen Xuan Realm was broken through with a single blow, and all the power began to retreat with the advance of the sword blade. He had never experienced such powerlessness and helplessness, like a hare caught in the legs of a beast, no matter how much he struggled, he could not change his end.

Ghost Brake Sen Luo, who was ten times faster than himself, was originally able to pierce the heart with a sword, but in the end, it only pierced Meng Changfeng's ribs, because the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall had already pounced with open arms. They were pierced one after another, but none of them retreated, and the disciples at the front even tried to grab Meng Changxuan's placket with their hands, without looking at the blood gushing from their chests. They tried to use this method to buy a little bit of time for Meng Changfeng, from the time when Meng Changfeng was the head of the law enforcement hall, they followed behind Meng Changfeng, until today, Meng Changfeng became the master of the door as he wished. No one in this world trusted Meng Changfeng more than the people in the Law Enforcement Hall, and until the last moment they believed that as long as they could survive a little bit of time for him, this man would be able to organize his strength to launch a fatal blow.

Meng Changxuan looked at the chest of the law enforcement hall disciple at the front, blood blooming like plum blossoms, and he listened to the beating heart calm down, his expression was so intoxicated.

He laughed wildly and drew his long sword, splashing the dripping blood on the walls and the wind, laughing wildly, there was no more hearty laughter in the world, looking down on the heavens and the earth, vertical and horizontal. After many years, he finally trampled Meng Changfeng under his feet, he is the real one in the world - the first in swordsmanship!

Meng Changfeng failed to launch any counterattack. The disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall sacrificed more than a dozen people in exchange for half his life, but a big hole had already been pierced in his chest, how could he hurt Meng Changxuan in his current state?

The gap between him and Meng Changxuan is absolute, just like ordinary people facing a Xuan, there is no room for struggle. In this case, what qualifications does he have to practice the righteousness of the sect, and what qualifications does he have to deserve these people to die for him?

He opened his blurred eyes and looked at the face that was so familiar and yet so unfamiliar.

Changxuan ...... I miss you so much......

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"Things are far worse than we imagined......" Bai Yan looked at the billowing smoke under his eyes, revealing a trace of shocked solemnity.

Qi Tianshan, which is only a few dozen miles away from Pingyang City, only needs a few dozen breaths for Bai Yan to reach, but when he came to his destination so quickly, his face was unexpectedly ugly.

The sky suddenly darkened, or rather, within a radius of ten miles, everything had turned black, thick as blood magma spewed out tirelessly from the crater, ruthlessly devouring everything around, large black smoke rose from the ground into the air, mountains but everywhere they protruded, all shattered and cracked, countless mysterious beasts fled into the distance with miserable howls, and in the eyes of the two, it was a scene of apocalypse.

Bai Lai's eyes seemed to be like a flame burning, he knew that Meng Changfeng's judgment was not wrong, if he allowed the volcanic eruption magma to spread, I am afraid that in less than a quarter of an hour, the land of the main peak of the Graceless Gate would become a piece of charcoal: "Huaiqian! Cover me behind you!"

After many years, he re-called Pei Huaiqian with the name "Huaiqian", and it seemed that he was still the old man who regarded her as a little girl.

Pei Huaiqian was stunned for a moment, since she became the Seven Swords, Bai Yan had always been polite to her, as if something had never happened before. But at this moment, Bai Yan returned to the state of pointing at her back then, this old guy was originally a machismo, he could treat his disciples very kindly, but he couldn't allow others to disobey his will.

"I'm going to go to the crater by myself...... I've lived too long, what's the point of continuing to live? But you're still young. Bai Yan pulled out the Taiqi sword from its sheath and said hurriedly, "If there is a gap in the seal, please fill it with sword qi in the distance! Also, if things go well, you must protect the safety of the door master, and tell him that the front door master left something for him in the sword house!"

Time didn't allow Pei Huaiqian to think about it anymore, Bai Yan's figure had flashed out, he flew forward a few steps away, Pei Huaiqian seemed to hear his voice: "The things of the year were not all because of my relationship, but because you were too young...... Gongsun knows that he is very old, he should not be the one who will spend your life with you, there must always be someone to accompany you to the end in your life, very lucky, you and I have both had it. ”

It should have been a miserable and miserable sad words, but Bai Yan didn't have time to say it slowly, he shouted as he rushed forward, and his words sounded like fried beans: "Everyone is just ordinary people, and it's nonsense to be ruthless and ruthless! We have loved and hated all kinds of mess over the years, but what can be done about this?!"

He turned his head suddenly: "Don't continue to hate Gongsun! If you want to hate, just hate that you didn't meet him earlier than me!"

The scorching wind poured on his face, and there was endless black smoke and magma fragments, and the old face was as angry as a lion, but the expression in those eyes was simply like that of a teenager.

"Let these sword ghosts see, what is the real Seven Swords of Graceless!

"Without grace, the demon is !!"

Listening to Bai Yan's roar, suddenly Pei Huaiqian thought of the first time he saw this old man many years ago, his expression was kind and majestic, but his eyes were full of jealousy like a young man, she was only in her twenties at the time, she couldn't help laughing, and said in her heart, where is this great elder without grace?

"Keep me away, you stupid woman!" roared Bai Lai in the skyrocketing fire.

He was getting closer and closer to the site of Qi Tianshan's eruption, Pei Huaiqian forced himself to turn his head, and Edgeworth moved upwards away from this place. She could hear the roar of flames behind her, and she could imagine how powerful that volcano was, relying only on Bai Lai's body as a gate to block it and prevent it from continuing to erupt; she could also imagine that those soaring black smoke and hot magma were piercing his sword qi and Xuan power, repeatedly destroying the already old body; in front of her heart was the angry expression of the old man's King Kong and the indomitable Demon Sealing Absolute Ming God, this was the sword style that Bai Lai used the least, because to use this move, it was necessary to inject the Xuan Power of the whole body into the Taiqi Sword of the Sealed Prisoner, and there was no person in the entire Leiyang County who was worthy of him to use this move。 But she just didn't look back, she was afraid that she would never have the courage to move again if she looked back. Her hair was blown away by the wind, and she bit a strand of her own hair, blood from her lips and teeth.

Bai Lai's eyes shone brightly, emitting the light of the dark sea of blood, and as his right hand fell, he immediately took him as the center of the circle, and the distance within a radius of a hundred zhang was actually covered by a large net! The mysterious lines bloomed like silk threads, making the big net bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger, and more and more brilliant! The heavens and the earth roared, the endless magma roared, Bai Lai's body trembled, the seven orifices bled out, and the bones of his whole body clicked, but his expression was peaceful and indifferent.

He struggled to open his eyes, and saw that the rolling magma below was surging towards him, getting closer and closer, and finally, the Demon Sealing Absolute God had reached its peak with the Taiqi Sword as the center!

The earth trembled, the sky changed, exploding pillars of fire rushed up from the peaks, and the life-eaters in the river were illuminated by the firelight, swimming around the pillar of fire like a school of fish.

The big net smashed down fiercely, covering up the monstrous pillar of fire, and bursts of earth-shattering roars like thunder and earth resounded within 10,000 miles of heaven and earth! The magma of the red river and the black of the white net resisted, and the pillar of fire that rushed to the sky was about to break through the shackles of the big net and burst out, but the power of the big net was actually suppressed by death, and it covered the entire crater like a spider web, and there was not even a single crack left! This sound lasted for half an hour, and then gradually subsided.

Qi Tianshan is full of black smoke, the water is turbulent, and the wind is whisking.

In this war, the fourth Seven Swords of Wuenmen died in the crater of Qi Tianshan, and the Taiqi of the Seven Swords of Wuenmen was white.

The sword light of the flying sword was extremely dazzling under the sky shrouded in black smoke, and Pei Huaiqian didn't turn his head to look at the pillar of fire even a glance from beginning to end, maybe she felt too cruel, maybe she was afraid that she would jump off the flying sword after seeing it.

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"Protect the door master! Stop that madman!" a person yelled behind Meng Changfeng, and the surviving disciples rushed towards Meng Changxuan, forming a seemingly airtight but extremely fragile human wall to protect him.

Meng Changfeng turned around, Chu Zhong, who came from nowhere, grabbed his body, and after Gao Hong's hall, he tried his best to retreat to the other side of the corridor. The road to the roof had been blocked by Meng Changxuan, so he could only retreat from the other end. It took longer to get from one end of the corridor to the other, Chu Zhong ran like a roaring lion, he only hoped that there was enough time, and now every breath of time was piled up with human life. Meng Changxuan was not in a hurry to pursue, he wandered through the corridors, wielding his long sword at will, turning those loyal and brave disciples into corpses like cutting grass. In the darkness, his long pure white hair rose and fell, and the gold in his eyes shone more and more, like an evil ghost devouring people's hearts in the night.

"Let go of me! you're just wasting your life!" Meng Changfeng weakly ordered, the wound in his chest was not fatal, but he had already lost more than half of his blood, Meng Changxuan twisted the hilt of his sword after piercing his chest, and the originally square wound was stirred into a large hole in flesh and blood.

"No matter how many people die!" Chu Zhong yelled back, "You are here, the banner of the Grace Gate is there, we still have hope, if you fall, the disciples of the Grace Gate will just be walking corpses!"

Fortunately, the blood golems had fallen into great fear from the moment Meng Changxuan appeared, and they could only crawl on the ground and shiver, and they walked through the corridor and into the stairs leading to the roof without hindrance. Chu Zhong kicked open the door to the rooftop, Xuanzhou was in front, and the disciples who rushed to the rescue were concentrating on dealing with the blood puppets stranded on the rooftop, trying to open the way for Chu Zhong. At this moment, there was no wailing sound downstairs, the disciples in charge of the broken were all dead, Meng Changxuan was stepping on their corpses upstairs, and the heavy "stampede" sound announced that death was approaching.