Where the mountain gate of Fenghua Sect is located, in the void of the bronze ancient sword internalization world, a whirlpool with a height of Qi people suddenly appeared, and then, a figure in white clothes and white hair, and a peerless figure of elegance appeared.

Feng Qingge, who was hiding his face with a light veil, didn't even look at the ruins around him, and the jade hand raised a move, and the whirlpool gradually disappeared, and then, as if out of nothing, a half-open landscape painting scroll suddenly appeared in mid-air and slowly fell into her hands.

Feng Qingge stared at the scroll in his hand, and whispered: "Apprentice, you stay in the scroll world first, after you go out for the teacher, the seven Yuanying Great Perfection monks will definitely come, and I will solve this hidden danger." ”

Suddenly, the picture of the landscape painting scroll seemed to come to life, like a calm lake, and suddenly the water rippled, and then, Li Nanshan's voice slowly came out: "Master, be careful!"

Feng Qingge nodded lightly, raised his hand a little, and a human-high whirlpool appeared in the void again, and the dazzling light of the outside world was like a heavenly light that saved the world, reflecting into this gray and dilapidated ruined place.

Feng Qingge glanced at the dazzling sunlight, closed the scroll, lowered his eyebrows, and after being silent for a while, he stopped to stay, and in a flash, he left the ruined place of the Fenghua Sect.

After Feng Qingge left, the whirlpool slowly closed, and a ray of light gradually disappeared, and the entire ruined ruined place, like an old man who was dying and about to die, was once again gray.

Outside, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the sky is clear.

The bronze ancient sword covers the sky and the sun, and the meaning of vicissitudes and simplicity is diffused in all directions, and the ten thousand years are unchanged, and they are inserted in the towering cliffs.

Between the clouds and mist, a magnificent waterfall flowed straight down, stirring up the turbulent water, as if falling from the sky, smashing on the bronze ancient sword wave after wave, and then pouring for thousands of miles, like an endless stream of water, constantly pouring into the vast and boundless Tongtian Spirit River.

A brilliant and dazzling rainbow glow flew across the sky, looming in the hazy mist.

Feng Qingge was dressed in white, standing on the broad hilt of the bronze ancient sword, raising his eyes and looking into the distance, as far as his eyes could see, was the rolling Tongtian Spirit River.

Feng Qingge suddenly raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and the landscape painting scroll came out of his hand, in an inconspicuous place in mid-air, invisible in an instant, and disappeared abruptly.

Feng Qingge looked up at the place where the landscape painting scroll disappeared, and told again: "Disciple, don't come out later, don't let out your breath, they won't be able to find you." ”

"In the life-and-death struggle of the Yuanying Monk, except for opponents of equal strength, the victory or defeat is often only in a thought, you can secretly observe and experience it carefully. ”

In the void, a pair of crystal clear eyes suddenly appeared, but only Feng Qingge could see them. Li Nanshan couldn't help but worry: "Master, if there are more than seven people here, you still don't have to be strong, you have to protect yourself...... Stay in the green mountains, don't worry about running out of firewood!"

"It doesn't matter. Feng Qingge had a pair of starry and moon-water eyes, and said confidently: "As long as there is no monk in the Divine Stage, the teacher can take you with him at any time." ”

Feng Qingge said coldly: "The seven Yuanying Great Perfection monks who chased and killed as teachers, five of them were all cultivators who participated in the siege of the three sects back then, I will kill them!"

"I also want to give it a try, what is the enlightenment of the gods in the past 30 years!"

In the middle of the painting, Li Nanshan looks at the stunning shadows and magnificent scenery of the outside world through the fully open landscape painting, and is silent for a while, no longer speaking.

Although Li Nanshan has only seen Feng Qingge shoot once, he is still very confident in her cultivation and personal strength.

Li Nanshan knew in his heart that in a sense, now, Feng Qingge is not avenging the famous Fenghuazong, but after living up to the dying expectations of her master, as if she is making up for the dead, everything she does is to make up for her mistakes and atone for her sins.

However, this is not all to blame Feng Qingge, it can even be said that she is the biggest victim in this catastrophe, except for the monks who died generously for the Fenghua Sect.

The most respected, raised by the master who raised herself, after the fall in advance, Feng Qingge's life almost collapsed half of the sky, she was dedicated to learning how to be a good sect master for the sake of the master's last wish.

But before Feng Qingge could sit in this position, Fenghua Sect was besieged by the monks of the three sects, and she was betrayed by the great elders of the sect, and was seriously injured and dying under Feng Hongyun's sneak attack.

If there is no fragment of time in the Yin and Yang Ancient Mirror, and there is no encounter with Luo Youran, Feng Qingge is like a flash in the pan, and in just half a Jiazi life, it is like a passing cloud and dissipating the world.

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Cliffs, flying waterfalls, a sword, a person, the sword is an earth-shattering bronze ancient sword, and the person is the peerless beauty of the world.

The Tongtian Spirit River rolls and waves, from the towering cliffs, wave after wave, surging endlessly, as if there will never be a time to dry up.

And this bronze ancient sword that is enough to turn back to the mountains and seas, it seems that a long time ago, a supreme power with a high realm, raised his hand, and inserted it horizontally, and after countless years, there was no monk who could pull out this bronze ancient sword.

At a certain moment, at the hilt of the sword, Feng Qingge, who raised his eyes and looked into the distance, suddenly looked cold, the enemy, coming!

I saw that above the bronze ancient sword, in the void in the distance, there was a sudden burst of majestic mana fluctuations, and the next moment, five figures revealed their figures, stepped into the air, and stood in the air.

These five people, four men and one woman, one of them an old man and an old woman, wearing blood-red robes, these two belong to the Blood Demon Sect, the other two old men, wrapped in fiery red robes, these two are the elders of the Burning Heaven Sect, and in the middle of these four people, there is a middle-aged man wearing a luxurious sky blue robe, with extraordinary instruments.

These five people all exuded the mana fluctuations of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and the earth-shattering coercion that caused the void to oscillate, faintly, led by the middle-aged man from the Qingtian Gate of the Taishang.

Feng Qingge's eyes showed a cold light, looking at the five people in the void who did not directly move, and took the lead in asking, "What about the other two?"

"White-haired demon girl!" The old woman of the Blood Demon Sect, with an old face and shrugged eyelids, stared at Feng Qingge deadly, and said coldly: "You killed thirteen of my three Yuan Infant Monks, and there are countless monks below the Yuan Infant Stage. ”

"Four years have passed, you finally dare to show up, don't think about running away today, you will definitely die!"

When the old woman spoke coldly, the old man of the Blood Demon Sect beside her flicked his sleeves, and suddenly, an inverted pottery bowl magic weapon flew out, becoming extremely huge in an instant, and then, a dazzling golden light was emitted, and in an instant, all the nearby small pieces of heaven and earth were sealed.

The time and space here, everything here, is as if it is temporarily imprisoned, and the function of this pottery bowl magic weapon is to prevent Feng Qingge from teleporting and escaping again.

Feng Qingge glanced at the invisible canopy of heaven born from the pottery bowl above, then looked at the five people, and repeated, "What about the other two?"

"Demon girl, arrogant!" The old man of the Blood Demon Sect snorted, and was about to make a direct move, but the middle-aged man who was too high in the Qingtian Gate on the side suddenly raised his hand and stopped him.

The middle-aged man replied loudly: "The other two have important matters and have already returned to their respective sects!"

This middle-aged man is a talent, noble temperament, at first glance he is a person who often occupies a high position, he looked at it from afar, Feng Qingge's eyes of the stars and moon were shining, listening to the clear and cold voice in his ears, a trace of imperceptible fire flashed in his eyes, his tone was gentle, and he slowly spoke:

"Girl, this was once the location of the Fenghua Sect, presumably you are a member of the Fenghua Sect who has not returned, and you escaped the catastrophe back then. ”

"You have repeatedly killed the monks of my three sects, and the purpose of doing so is nothing more than to avenge the fallen Fenghua Sect. ”

"But, girl, have you ever thought that this has already happened and is irreversible, this is the trend of the times, and no one can stop it. ”

"In Wushan, Qingtianmen, I didn't participate in this matter back then...... I sincerely invite the girl to enter my Qingtian Gate. ”

"I can guarantee that everything in the past can be blamed in the past!"

Feng Qingge sat on the throne of the sect master back then, and in just three years, many people from the Fenghua Sect didn't know what this successor sect master looked like, let alone the monks of other sects.

Now Feng Qingge has white hair, besides, she has used a light veil to cover her face since she was a child, this light veil is the best magic weapon, and few monks can get a glimpse of her appearance.

Therefore, it can be said that except for Feng Qingge, who reported to her family, no one can know that she is the long-missing Fenghua Sect Master.

Because of the strangeness of the time fragments of the Yin Yang Ancient Mirror, most of the monks who even participated in the siege believed that the sect master of the Fenghua Sect, who was seriously injured by his own family's sneak attack at that time, had already died!

Feng Qingge glanced at it coldly, with a smile on his face, Wu Shan, who was confident, said, "Are you finished?"

"Uh..."Wu Shan was speechless for a while, he thought that the young woman in front of him had no escape, and his words were reasonable and tempting, and the other party would definitely consider it carefully.

Wu Shan didn't expect Feng Qingge to be unproductive, he didn't seem to care, his mind turned sharply, and he threatened slightly: "Girl, don't do the battle of trapped beasts!

Feng Qingge no longer paid attention to Wu Shan, but unexpectedly, took the lead, the jade hand under her sleeve was raised, and a vast mana fluctuation emanated from her body, and suddenly, a silver light flying sword, like a streamer, flashed out.

This silver light flying sword, in an instant, gave birth to a sword shadow in the sky, the silver light flying sword and countless sword shadows, at an indescribable speed, slashed towards the five people standing in the sky, this is to fight one against five!

Last time, when Feng Qingge was surrounded by the seven Yuanying Great Perfection monks, she directly avoided the fight, did not make a move, and fled for her life, and finally escaped the pursuit of the seven.

But today, Feng Qingge is the first to take the lead, seize the opportunity, not moving like a mountain, moving like thunder, as soon as he makes a move, he is full of strength, and he has realized the killing move in 30 years!

The five of them looked at it from a distance, the silver light flying sword that struck like a bolt of lightning, and the cold light of the sword shadow that covered the sky and the sun, all of them shrank their pupils, and between the electric light and flint, they each used their own means to resist.

The two Yuanying Great Perfection monks of the Blood Demon Sect raised their hands and turned into two clouds of blood mist, and the two monks of the Burning Heaven Sect pinched the trick together and summoned a huge fiery red mountain stone, while Wu Shan lightly threw out an open folding fan.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, or it was a magical power, or a magic weapon, a thick blood mist, a fiery red mountain stone, and a folding fan, which collided with the silver light flying sword and the sword shadow in the sky in an instant.

Suddenly, a vast and huge mana fluctuation exploded, the sky roared, and the clouds rolled upside down, earth-shattering and murderous!

After the collision, the thick blood mist condensed and did not disperse, the fiery red mountain stone did not move, and the folding fan did not appear to be damaged in the slightest, but the silver light flying sword and the sword shadow in the sky were also dazzling and magnificent.

Feng Qingge has one person and one sword, compared with these five Yuanying Great Perfection monks, it is difficult to distinguish for a while!