Outside the Zhou Guosai, the top of Yanshan Mountain.

The old man sat quietly, his white robe was blown by the wind on the top of the mountain, and the old man's face was like water, silently looking at the half-played chess game in front of him.

There was a cup of tea in the corner of the table, and the residual heat was not dissipated.

"I can't win this game. The old man sighed, picked up the tea cup on the table, and drank it all.

In the next second, the old man opened his eyes, and there was confusion and helplessness in his eyes, but it lacked the sharpness that should be in the eyes of the Yanshan Sword Sect Master.

"But I should have expected that. The old man muttered.

King City of Zhou, royal palace.

"Your Majesty, the 25,000 Qiang army cavalry has marched to the foot of Yan Mountain, do we want to send troops to support?" General Zuo Ji Qian knelt on one knee and bowed his head respectfully and asked.

The person in front of him was King Ji Ling of Zhou, the light in the palace was dim, Ji Qian raised his eyes, only to see Ji Ling turn around, but he didn't see the complicated expression on Ji Ling's face.

Ji Ling was silent for a long time, Ji Qian didn't dare to speak, and lowered his head.

"Qiang, let him go, as long as he has not crossed Yanshan, he has not entered my Zhou country. Ji Ling paused, "As long as I don't enter my Zhou country, I have no reason to send troops." ”

With that, he turned around and chuckled.

Ji Qian didn't dare to guess what Ji Ling meant, and he never dared to raise his head.

I didn't see Ji Ling, that flash smile.

Yanshan, the mountain gate of Jianzong.

The disciples in the mountains perform martial arts and cultivate themselves, their internal strength is peaceful, and the rivers and lakes are decent.

At the top of the mountain, the old man put down the teacup and got up with his sleeves.

The eyes of the old man, who had always been calm and peaceful, were extremely sharp at this time, and the killing intent was like a blooming lotus, blooming in the eyes of the old man.

The old man took out a three-foot long sword from under his sleeve robe, and on the sword, he could see the dragon diving into the mountains, rivers, the sun and the moon, and all the sharp qi came.

It is the sword of Yanshan Inheritance - Xingyun.

A dark shadow flashed in the distance, and a few seconds later, a man stood still in front of the old man.

The man was emaciated, wearing a hat and a black robe, and the hat had a black veil on it, so that he could not see his appearance clearly.

"Master, don't come unharmed. The man's voice was joking, and his voice was cold.

The killing intent in the old man's eyes, which had been condensed into substance, disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a touch of shock and bitterness.

"Yan'er......" the old man said, "The events of the day are not as ...... as you think"

Before the old man could finish speaking, the black-robed man who was called "Yan'er" by the old man interrupted him.

"It's been a long time since I've heard others call me that" The black-robed man said in a clear tone, "Everyone in the rivers and lakes is used to calling me the sad sword Li Chengyan. ”

In the next second, the crispness turned into rage:

"I don't want to hear any explanation, I just believe in the facts, it's you, it's you, it's the entire Yanshan Sword Sect that killed my Lan'er, even if you die, you all deserve it. Today, I'm going to take back everything you owe me and Lan'er!"

The old man stared at Li Chengyan tightly, his lips were tightly closed, as if he wanted to explain something, and after a long time, the old man sighed lightly and raised the long sword in front of him.

The cold light on the sword was suffocatingly sharp.

Close your eyes again and speak slowly:

"The fault of what happened back then was Master, Master is ashamed of you and Wu Lan, Master should atone for your sins today, atone for your Wu Lan, you can kill Master now. As he spoke, the old man handed the long sword in his hand forward, his eyes closed.

"But after all, you grew up here, this is your home, if I guessed correctly, now the Qiang military horses at the foot of the mountain should also be your subordinates now. The old man endured the bitterness in his heart and said.

"Withdraw the troops, Master will make amends to you, don't want to wash the entire Sword Sect in blood. ”

Li Chengyan smiled, that smile was extremely cold and cruel.

"Why do you think that your life is enough to make amends for me? Just because of your name as the sect master of the Yanshan Sword Sect? Or is it because of the evaluation that the three princes gave you, 'Sword Slash Three Autumn Returns, Documents Thousands of Ancient Names'?" Li Chengyan sneered.

"Whether you are strong in martial arts, or famous in history, your life, even if it is ten, is not as good as Lan'er's life!" As he spoke, Li Chengyan jumped up, stepped into the air, broke off a willow branch, and spoke.

"Even if your internal strength has the sevenfold realm of breaking the void, to deal with you, I will use it, it will be enough!"

Thousands of meters away from Yanshan, there are three people looking into the distance.

"With Li Chengyan's strength today, can Li Mo still defeat Li Chengyan now?" the man in the middle looked at the former master and apprentice and asked.

The person on his left laughed, "Li Chengyan, the swordsmanship is strange, the way of the sword is sad, the sword goes sideways, the sword intent is restrained, the sword enters the pathos, the left and right generals Ji Qian and Xue Cheng are difficult to compete even if the two join forces, although Li Mo is strong, but to defeat Li Chengyan, it is undoubtedly a fool's dream!"

The man on the right of the three never spoke, and when he heard him say this, the man on the right glanced at him lightly, and the man on the left immediately fell silent, and his eyes were full of awe when he looked at him.

The man looked away and said, "Li Mo, the first genius of the Sword Sect in a thousand years, stepped into the realm of breaking the void within a hundred years old, is good at attacking the heart and strategy, and is decisive and brave in killing. The man paused, thoughtfully, and said: "The evaluation you gave Li Mo in the "Central Plains Chronicles" back then is still applicable, and this victory or defeat is still unknown. ”

"The long sword travels through the clouds, and the moon slashes the stars

The sword slashes three autumns, and the documents are famous for thousands of years"

—"Chronicles of the Central Plains - Biography of Li Mo"

At this time, on the top of Yan Mountain, Li Chengyan slowly landed on the ground with willow branches, Li Mo didn't say anything, his left foot was forced, and he flew into the sand and stones, and the whole person rushed towards Li Chengyan, and the long sword in his hand rolled out a few sword flowers, and the internal force covered it, which was one of the martial arts of the Sword Sect Zhenzong - the thirteen swords of the Sword Sect.

Li Chengyan looked at Li Mo's sword style, and just gently waved the branch in his hand forward, and the iron like mud Xingyun did not cut off the branch, and the two collided with only a "ding" sound, and the force of the shock separated the two again.

"The sword technique is still the thirteen swords of the Sword Sect, the body method is still to avoid the wind and sand, and the heart method is still to build the sword" Li Chengyan said disdainfully, "Master, you have reached the current realm, haven't you discovered that the thirteen swords of the Sword Sect are useless in the face of the strong people above the Void Realm?" Li Chengyan said with a smile as if he was laughing at Li Mo.

After speaking, Li Chengyan divided the branch in his hand into two, crossed his hands, and picked up the branch at will, and the next moment, the killing aura in his eyes disappeared, replaced by endless tenderness and sorrow.

"Lan'er, I miss you so much. Li Chengyan said softly.

The sadness that seemed to be like a substance spread all of a sudden, the sharpness of the sword intent was hidden in it, Li Chengyan just lightly stabbed the willow branch forward, and the sad sword intent swept towards Li Mo, with only one sword, Li Mo's body retreated, spitting blood in his mouth, and he was crumbling. This is Lee Seung-yeon's pathetic swordsmanship:

Sadness sword, hidden in sorrow, hidden in love.

"Master, if you can't even take one of my moves, then this Yanshan Sword Sect is afraid to die today!" Li Chengyan looked at Li Mo, who vomited blood and fell to the ground, and said lightly.

After speaking, he held the willow branch in his hand in front of him, and was about to cut it at Li Mo's head.

At this time, inside the mountain gate, the disciples who were performing martial arts watched the tens of thousands of Qiang tribes that suddenly appeared in the mountain gate surging like a tide, and the panic in their eyes was difficult to hide.

The Qiang Iron Cavalry shouted loudly, rushing towards the disciples and elders of the Sword Sect, each of the three thousand disciples of the Sword Sect had to face more than a dozen or even more Qiang soldiers, even if the disciples of the Sword Sect were superb in martial arts, in the face of ten times their own well-trained Qiang elite, the disciples of the Sword Sect were also difficult to resist for a while, and suffered heavy casualties, and more than a dozen elders were killed in an instant when facing the siege of hundreds of Qiang warriors around them.

In this melee, there was one person who was extremely conspicuous, he was wearing the white robe of the Sword Sect, holding a child who was only three years old, and he fought all the way to the top of the mountain, and hundreds of soldiers of the Qiang tribe could not stop him.

So after a few breaths, the man rushed to the top of the mountain.

He looked at Li Chengyan, his eyes full of surprise and puzzlement.

"Big brother!"

Li Chengyan was about to cut off the willow branch, but when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at the person who came.

"Li Xun, don't come unharmed, senior brother has come back to see you. Li Chengyan said, his eyes were still awe-inspiring, and there was a trace of attachment hidden in it.

And Li Xun had lost the ability to think at this time, he never thought that the catastrophe of the Yanshan Sword Sect was brought by the senior brother he respected the most in the past.

"Idiot. And Li Mo on the side had already stood still at this time, and slowly spoke: "The Yanshan Sword Sect has been inherited for many years, and the thirteen swords of the Sword Sect have always been the martial arts of the Yanshan Sword Sect, how can it be unreasonable, in the past, you passed the sword spectrum to Wu Lan, but you ignored it." Even though I have complained that Wu Lan misled your cultivation, I never thought of killing Wu Lan. ”

When Li Chengyan heard Li Mo mention Wu Lan again, his eyes were already split.

"I said, don't explain it again! Since Lan'er is dead, then you all have to bury her with her! Go die!"

At this time, the sword light in the mountain gradually went out, and all that remained in the mountain was a mess and blood everywhere. The remaining Qiang military horses have all reached the top of the mountain.

Yanshan Sword Sect, twelve elders, 1,341 sect disciples, 2,007 registered disciples, all died in battle, Yanshan Sword Sect, no longer exists.

Li Mo calmly looked at Li Chengyan and the soldiers and horses behind him. There was not a trace of joy or sorrow on his face.

"The thirteen swords of this Sword Sect, you have never comprehended the true meaning of it, today, the teacher will teach you again, how to use the sword!"

After that, the clouds in Li Mo's hands shone brightly, the wind suddenly rose, and the sky and the earth changed. The sword style in the hand has also changed to simple slashing, slashing, and stabbing.

"The first sword, this sword should cut tangible things, and the sharp spirit is in its edge!"

"The second sword, this sword should resist the invisible qi, and the spiritual power is in its body!"

"The third sword, this sword can break the strength of the gold and stone, and reduce ten benefits with one force!"

"The fourth sword, this sword can level the five mountains and thousands of mountains, and cast a long sword with his body!"

"The fifth sword, this sword can reverse the flow of the long river and dance in the sky with qi!"

"The sixth sword, this sword should be bold and unrestrained, and the sword tells the heart!"

"The seventh sword, this sword should be more than a thousand miles of clear sky, and the wind and sand will rise on the flat ground!"

"The eighth sword, this sword should be stepping into the clouds, and the height is not cold!"

"The ninth sword, this sword should be in the posture of a hegemon, a sword is arrogant!"

"The tenth sword, this sword should be in the state of a strong man, and a sword will judge life and death!"

"The eleventh sword, this sword should be the sun and the moon in the dark world, and a sword will break Changhong!"

"The twelfth sword, this sword should cross the realm of existence and nothingness, and break through the void with one sword!"

Li Mo said, the clouds in his hand waved a full twelve, these twelve swords and swords are simple and unpretentious, but the swords are terrifying. These twelve swords literally tore out a hole more than ten meters long in the space.

A layer of fine cold sweat appeared on Li Chengyan's face, and the tragic sword in his hand danced impenetrably, and the internal force that was strong enough to break through the void realm burst out in an instant, but it could only withstand the sword qi around him.

After thousands of years of his body, the Qiang tribe was bleeding in an instant, and when the surviving Qiang people looked at Li Mo in their eyes, there was only fear that could not be dissolved.

Li Mo suddenly smiled, this smile was extremely calm, he turned around and yelled at Li Xun.

"Go !!"

Saying that, Li Mo was lucky, and pushed Li Xun and the others into the gap in the space, and then the gap slowly closed.

Seeing the two disappear in front of him, Li Mo turned around again and stared at Li Chengyan tightly. Laughing and slashing the last sword.

"The thirteenth sword, this sword should be in the realm of life and death, a unique thought!"

Li Chengyan watched Li Mo burn all his internal strength and integrate it into Xingyun.

This sword was extremely slow, but what he brought to Li Chengyan and the Qiang people under the mountain was fear.

The sword light fell.

There was a bang, the sky and the earth changed, and the smoke and dust suddenly rose.

The Qiang military horses were all turned into ashes.

Li Chengyan spat blood from his mouth and fell into smoke and dust under the sword light.

The entire Yanshan Mountain was razed to the ground.

"I didn't lose all the games in this game. ”

This was the last sentence of the last sect master of the Yanshan Sword Sect before he died.