In the center of the blade storm, Zuo Ci slowly raised his right hand.

A mountain phantom appeared in the palm of his hand.

The scenery is like holding a mountain peak in your hand.

But this small and delicate mountain reveals infinite pressure, just looking at it, as if the soul is like a mountain on its back.

"Stop it, brother. ”

Cao Lu, on the other hand, sighed lightly.

The sound was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of the peripheral audience.

This sound was like a breeze blowing on the face, wiping away the dust from everyone's hearts and blowing away the mountains that were suppressed on the spirits.

Zuo Ci was like a blind hearing, and the mountain phantom in his hand was still condensing and increasing.

It's slow, but it's really getting higher.

Cao Lu seemed to feel a trace of pressure, and the sleeves of his hands shook.

Dozens of white blades condensed into several white swords, standing in front of him, like a fence around him.

Cao Lu said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, you and I don't need to be like this, the Sword Pavilion can't accommodate you, and the Sword Forest is open for you at any time." ”

However, Zuo Ci still did not say a word.

The phantom of the mountain began to appear on the periphery of Cao Lu on the opposite side, although it was very faint, but it could still be distinguished.

Cao Lu's face sank, and as soon as he raised his hands, several white swords also appeared on the side of the left ci, but they were not like fences, but all the tips of the swords were pointed at the left ci in the middle, and it seemed that they would be stirred out at any time and pierce it through.

"When they unanimously decided to kick me out of the Sword Forest, they had already put all my thoughts away. ”

Zuo Ci glanced at the white sword in front of him, and said very flatly: "In the years I have been in the Yuan Mountain, I never thought that I would return to the Sword Forest one day, even now, I still never thought about it. ”

As he spoke, the phantom of the mountains outside Cao Lu in the distance became a little more condensed.

Similarly, the white sword in front of the left resignation was also a few inches closer.

......

In the surrounding gazebo, there was an uproar.

Since Yuntai discussed the matter of the sword, Zuo Ci was detained by the pavilion master as a traitor, although it has been rumored that Zuo Ci was sent by the sword forest to Hui Yuan Mountain, but there are still many people who do not believe it, thinking that this is just a mutual tilt of power within Hui Yuan Mountain.

However, the dialogue between the two at this time has undoubtedly become evidence of Zuo's resignation.

"Even if they see you as a minor and traitor?!"

Cao Lu's forehead was slightly sweaty, but it was instantly evaporated by the sword qi, causing a trace of white mist to float above his head.

Zuo Ci heard the words "thin and traitor", was silent for a moment, and suddenly became angry.

"But all of this is thanks to you!"

With this angry shout, Zuo Ci's sharp eyes seemed to be substance, blooming with a little light, and the strand of white hair floating in front of his forehead was cut into two pieces.

"Back then, I relied on my own strength to enter the inner gate from the outer gate of Huiyuan Mountain, and when I became the peak master, you sent a message to threaten me!"

"From that moment on, I was disgusted with you!"

Zuo Cishen is a little hideous.

With his anger, the mountain phantom outside Cao Lu suddenly collapsed, directly shrinking in a circle.

The ferocious pressure smashed on Cao Lu like a huge wave, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

However, in this blow, one of the several white swords outside the left side suddenly swept out, poked at the left side and the right, and passed through.

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Ning Baifeng sighed: "He is also involuntarily. ”

Enter the inner gate from the outer gate, and then become the personal inheritance of the peak lord until he takes over the position of the peak lord of Zhenyue. Zuo Ci's experience has always been regarded as a role model by many disciples in the mountain, and because of this, there are far more disciples of Zhenyue Peak than other peaks.

However, the last time Yuntai discussed the sword, all of Zuo Ci's evil deeds were exposed, which caught everyone off guard.

No one would have thought that Zuo Cihui would be a person from the Sword Forest, nor would he have thought that he would deceive his teachers and destroy his ancestors, let alone that he was so ambitious that he wanted to capture Yuanshan to become his own sect.

Abbot Jiang said: "He actually had a choice, but in the end he still took the path that Jianlin gave him. ”

But this road is actually a dead end.

If the Ding Sword Pavilion of Huiyuan Mountain could really be brought down by just one person, it would not have stood until now, competing with the Sword Forest to this day.

Ning Baifeng didn't say anything more.

The poor man must have something to hate, this sentence

On the other hand, although it is the best portrayal of Zuo Ci at this moment, it still can't cover up the evil deeds he has done.

Zuo Ci's unwillingness will eventually turn into a wildfire, burning himself out, and will also fight back against those who caused all this.

I recalled the words of the original pavilion master.

Maybe after the original Zuo Ci was revealed, the pavilion master did not choose to kill him on the spot, so he didn't have such a meaning.

Thinking of this, Ning Baifeng sighed slightly in his heart.

These old monsters who have lived for countless years, in terms of insight into people's hearts, are indeed as unfathomable as a cultivator.

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The two people in the field attracted everyone's attention.

No one noticed, a woman walked up the mountain, found the gazebo where the sword forest rested, and walked in.

Ji Nian, who was standing in the pavilion and watching the battle, felt something, and turned his head to look at the person who came, "Liu ......"

She didn't finish speaking, just because she saw the catkins walking in, and there was no huge purple sword box on her back.

Liu Wu nodded, looking at the two people in the photo field, "It's time to draw a sword." ”

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The black clothes are not bloody, but they can still be seen, and if there are water stains infested in front of the left resignation.

If the right is stabbed, it will not be fatal, not to mention that these sword immortals who have cultivated to a high level, a little penetrating wound, as long as it is not a skull soul, it will not have much impact at all.

But after all, there is still some impact.

The injury stinged, so that the angry and hideous Zuo Ci calmed down, and once again returned to that cold and mountain-like demeanor.

Cao Lu looked at the water stain mark in front of the other party, and said in a low voice: "These words of yours, after returning to the Sword Forest, go to the Remnant Stone Forest to talk to those old guys, even if you kill people, no one will stop you, after all, with your current cultivation, you are too much higher than them." ”

There is a cold mountain in the north of Huiyuan Mountain, and there is also a stone forest in the depths of the sword forest, which is used to accommodate those predecessors who have no hope of breaking through the realm, or who are looking forward to breaking through the realm of penance.

Such a place is a foundation, but it is also a tomb.

Zuo Ci sneered: "Asking the dead for a sword, how can there be a joy with the living!"

Before the words fell, inside the phantom shadow of the mountain peak in Zuo Ci's palm, a sword was lit up like a candle.

It is like the wildfire burning in his heart, burning and dazzling.

Then, he raised his hand and threw it, and the phantom of the mountain in his hand that gave birth to the sword flew into the sky, reaching the clouds high in the sky.

All eyes were on the upside.

A black dot sticks to a white cloud, like a cloud of ink dripping on clean white paper.

However, in just a moment, this cloud of black ink was rapidly enlarged.

It's not that the ink is staining the white paper, it's that the black shadow is falling at a rapid pace.

When the sky was completely filled with the shadows of the mountain peaks, everyone felt the oppression.

Even the bamboo sticks hovering on the periphery couldn't stop trembling, and the Legalist quotations inscribed in ancient characters on them were all bright and dark, as if they would be broken at any time.

Such a scene was deeply shocked in the hearts of everyone.

Ning Baifeng is no stranger to this scene, the last time he was discussing the sword in Yuntai, Abbot Jiang used this trick to break through the landscape phantom of Nanqiuye.

But Abbot Jiang's attack was far from reaching the power used by Zuo Ci at this time.

It feels like the difference between a hill and a mountain.

As the shadow of the mountain peak continued to fall, more than ten bamboo sticks made by the guard broke without warning.

Heavenly Monarch Qiu Ci immediately took off a copper ring on his wrist and raised his hand to throw it out.

The brass ring grows in the wind and covers the sky over the pavilion around the perimeter.

The speed at which the bamboo sticks burst immediately stopped.

Some of those whose complexions had changed dramatically were secretly relieved.

The peripheral system is still about to be shattered, not to mention being in the middle of the field, under such a terrifying power, how many people can withstand it?

Cao Lu's bun collapsed instantly, and the green bricks on the ground around him cracked large cobwebs.

At this time, Cao Lu was no longer able to speak, but even if he said more, it was useless.

The wildfire in Zuo Ci's heart is far from being extinguished with a few words, and the only result is to either burn himself or others.

So, if you don't want to be burned to death at this time, you can only kill him.

Cao Lu no longer hesitated, his hands were spread, and countless white sword lights burst out of his sleeves and rushed to the left.

He didn't choose to resist the mountain that was about to top, let alone pay attention to the brilliant sword that was born in the mountain.

There is a saying among sword cultivators that attacking with a sword is the best defense.

This sentence is equally applicable regardless of the level of the realm.

In an instant, Zuo Ci's exterior was surrounded by white swords, as if it was shrouded in countless fireflies.

It's beautiful, it's beautiful.

Those who had previously found this battle boring were all amazed at this time.

However, the two people in the arena knew very well that this pure sword questioning was already a situation of endless death.

The phantom of the mountain peak continued to fall until it covered the mountain, and the bright sword light pointed directly at the top of Cao Lu's head.

At this time, Cao Luzhou shrouded the phantom of the mountain peak, a sword light hung in the sky, and then there was a phantom of the mountain covering the entire micro mountain, shrouded layer by layer, not giving him a chance to escape at all.

And the surrounding pavilions, which are also shrouded in the shadow of the mountain peaks, seem to have no effect at all because of the protection of the ring.

At this time, the people on the other four side peaks saw another strange scene.

A mountain peak pressed down the clouds, and a golden ring supported the mountain peak, and in the middle of this mountain peak, a narrow sword light was born in the middle.

Such visions have shocked countless people.

The people watching the battle on the main peak were also deeply shocked.

This is the power of the Upper Realm?!

When the sword light fell on the top of Cao Lu's head, the hair fluttering in the wind instantly collapsed, falling off from the top of his head, and before he could hit the ground, it all turned into powder.

At the same time, the fireflies that were shrouded in Zuo Ci continued to fly into it, piercing deep into his body.

It's just that this time it didn't wear it, but it was directly integrated into the body.

More and more wet stains appeared on the left word, the predecessors, juniors, waist, abdomen, thighs and legs, each of which was the place where the white sword of the flowing fireflies pierced.

This kind of life-changing battle is really tragic.

Everyone who saw this scene knew very well that only when one of the sides could not hold on was the end of the battle.

When shrouded in the flowing fireflies of Zuo Cizhou, one of them pierced the center of the eyebrows of the skull.

However, Zuo Ci just waved his hand like a fly, and the firefly was scattered.

But his waving hand did not stop there, but raised it high.

At this scene, the few people in the Sword Pavilion all felt familiar.

Once on the gimbal, Zuo Ci raised his palm high, and was poked in the shape of his eyebrows by a sword finger of Huan Jun, breaking it.

Almost as soon as Zuo Ci raised his palm, Cao Lu also raised his arm flat, his five fingers spread.

The group of white sword fireflies dispersed instantly.

Not a retreat, but a retreat of several feet, ready to go.

When the sword is released, only by retracting and stabbing it out is the sharpest.

No explanation is needed, everyone knows that this is the last sword of the two.

It's like the last move of Go.

Suddenly, Zuo Ci's palm suddenly pressed down, and the momentum of the sky fell, and the slender sword fell like lightning.

At the same time, Cao Lu's open five fingers instantly clenched.

The fireflies that had been waiting for a long time in the distance were like moths to the fire, surging towards the black-clothed man who pressed down on his palms.

The palm of the left hand is pressed down, which is the tilt of the sky.

Cao Lu's five fingers were clenched, and he was the prisoner of heaven.

The methods used by the two of them, although they had different forms of moves, were all Heavenly Dao sword postures.

At this moment, no sound sounded.

However, all the people on the entire micro mountain, whether it is the main peak, the side peak, or the people in the mountains, all have their soles three feet off the ground.

It's not the crowd that flies into the air.

Rather, the entire micro mountain sank three feet in an instant.

The main peak of Weishan is surging with wind and clouds.

Some swords and lightning fell, and some people turned into powder with the shadow of the mountains.

There are white swords gathered in one place, and some people scatter into points of light in the sky with the flowing fireflies.

Outside the micro mountain, the lake water set off huge waves several feet high, fiercely surging outward.

After a long time, the wind flowed and the clouds dispersed.

Calm is restored on the main peak.

In the open space in the middle of the gazebo, there was no one else.