"This resilience is commendable!" On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, the old man on the bench opened his cloudy eyes, bowed slightly, and slowly closed again.

Even if he is not the descendant of Elder Taishang, Sikong Haoran can rely on his own strength and will to step through these five insurmountable moats.

sucking the air in a big gulp, the corners of the grinning mouth, even if they were stained red by blood, still couldn't hide the joy that arose.

After about a quarter of an hour, Sikong Haoran stood up from the cold floor, the space where the sixth layer of the Sword Pavilion was located was even narrower than the fifth layer, but the classics that could be placed here were all the supreme secret techniques or secrets of the Sword Sect.

As far as the eye could see, there were dozens of soul light clusters, and there were even books written on paper.

As we all know, with the passage of time, books will be decayed one by one in the long river of time, but when Sikong Haoran's soul power touched it, he found that there was no trace of corrosion by the years at all.

Once people's curiosity is attracted, it is like catching a glimpse of the figure in a thousand flowers, and no matter how tempting the scenery appears, it cannot make them take their eyes off.

Sikong Haoran stopped next to the suspended book, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and what was written on the page happened to be the three words of the Soul Refining Ding that he had in mind.

The hard work paid off, and finally let him get what he wanted.

Holding back the excitement in his heart, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and he clearly remembered the scene that happened when he touched the milky white soul jade that recorded the soul clone on the fifth layer.

With the lesson of the last time, Sikong Haoran was not so impulsive this time, since it was about refining the soul ding, then the soul enchantment around it must be related to the soul decision.

His conjecture coincided with the intention of the person who kept the book, if he forcibly broke the boundary, this book that recorded the secret of the soul refining tripod would be turned into powder in an instant.

There is a soul refining tripod in the soul ocean with the assistance, and the soul duel is now running all the time, and his right hand is slowly sticking to the soul light cluster, and in his surprised gaze, the soul enchantment is swallowed by the soul duel.

Sikong Haoran held the book in his hand, sat cross-legged on the spot, and then turned the pages one by one, his eyes changed from excitement to horror, and then gradually gloomy, and his pupils shrunk to the size of a needle burst with Sen Han's extreme killing intent.

He finally knew that in the Sword Tablet Enchantment, the strange look in Elder Junyue Taishang when he looked at him, Murong Yingxue's strange behavior and words, the inexplicable hostility in the words of the sword idiot, and the warning omen from the Soul Refining Ding in his soul ocean, all of this turned out to be a bureau, a bureau made in order to achieve Murong Yingxue.

"I want to devour the Soul Refining Ding in my soul ocean, Junyue... You are delusional!" Sikong Haoran's voice was violent, and the uncontrollable wave of killing intent in his heart and soul roared wildly.

The turbulent void seemed to be about to break through the eternals, his eyebrows were cold, and his lips and teeth were boneless: "Is it to achieve Murong Yingxue, or she made my wedding dress, LaCrosse, my Sikong Haoran will not become anyone's pawn, and I will not let you get what you want!"

It is recorded in the book that three hundred years ago, LaCrosse inadvertently got the soul decision, from an unknown outer disciple, to the outer door Tianjiao, and at the Sword Sect event that year, he passed all the way and won the grand championship, and was accepted as a personal disciple by the elder Taishang.

And at this time, a young girl appeared in his sight, and at first sight, he was deeply attracted to her, and had feelings, and this girl also cultivated the soul determination.

The result was beyond everyone's expectations, LaCrosse devoured the Soul Refining Ding in her soul ocean, causing her soul to die. LaCrosse's soul realm also broke through the heavenly realm in one fell swoop, and the public opinion and the anger of the girl's family that pointed at him at that time disappeared overnight.

Sikong Haoran could imagine what kind of thunderous means the Sword Sect would use to suppress it back then.

After more than 300 years, the tragedy that happened in the past is about to kick off again, and the situation faced by Sikong Haoran is likely to be like the girl back then?

Sikong Haoran didn't know if the Supreme Elder Jun Yue would intervene or if the Sword Sect would interfere, but he would never allow this kind of thing to happen to him, even if it was a small probability, he couldn't tolerate it.

Behind him there is the dark night of the No. 1 killer organization in the Hengduan Continent, there is an evil blade mirage in the ocean of souls, and there is a mysterious ninth sword tablet and the mystery of life and death in his heart, Murong Yingxue is okay if she doesn't do it, if she does it, Sikong Haoran will make her hate it.

"Danger is coming as scheduled, and disaster is not a one-way street!" Sikong Haoran muttered to himself, the evil arc of the corner of his mouth was cold and hideous: "I have to leave the Sword Sect as soon as possible." ”

Grandpa and master are far away after all, even if they come to the Sword Sect, it will be an afterthought, and only when they are strong can they control the killing weapons in their bodies, and only then can they discourage all those who covet them.

Sikong Haoran closed the book and put it back in its place, without looking at the other soul light clusters, and walked towards the stone steps leading to the fifth layer without any hesitation.

At the moment when his figure disappeared into the sixth layer of the Sword Pavilion, the books that had been put back in place cracked, and thousands of fragments floated into the void, and then turned into dust and were swallowed up by an inexplicable force.

Deep in the inner gate of the Sword Sect, in a quiet courtyard, Jun Yue stood with his hands in his hands.

The ancient well's waveless eyes looked directly in the direction where the Sword Pavilion was located.

The secret of the Soul Refining Ding is known to the high-level members of the Sword Sect, and with Ye Chaoyang's character, sooner or later he will tell Sikong Haoran. When he walked into the sixth floor of the Sword Pavilion, he had prepared this information.

The grand event about his decisive battle, Jun Yue read a detailed article from the Shadow Stone, Yan Luo Xiao, Immortal Golden Body Technique, Wind Trace Cloud Shadow, Haoran Sword Technique, and the strange assassination technique, Jun Yue can at least see the figures of the three Night Hades.

Coupled with the appearance of the Night King Lone Shadow in the Sword Sect Catastrophe, he confirmed the guess in his heart even more, and Sikong Haoran got their true inheritance.

There is also a piece of news that also attracted the attention of Jun Yue, Sikong Haoran was personally raised by the Emperor Wangchuan, and in order not to be involved in the dark night, he lived incognito in the Tieling Village in the Western Regions for thirteen years, which can be said to be regarded as his own.

Jun Yue stood in place for a long time, he had to carefully consider the dark night behind Sikong Haoran, as well as the mysterious and strange Ancient Killing Domain, a slight snort echoed in the silent void.

"Boom!"

The clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and a silver-white arc of lightning pierced the sky in an instant.

A drop of water slapped on the slim lotus leaves, and then dripped down the lotus leaves into the Guanxin Lake, with a crisp sound of "ding dong", the raindrops poured down in an instant.

The drizzle was continuous, the rain was as fine and moist as milk, and as far as the eye could see, the grass of the Sword Sect was connected.

The drizzle, like smoke and mist, fell affectionately on the trunks of the trees, in the color of the grass, drenched the sky, drenched the ground...

The most beautiful scenery is the scene in sight, and it is far better than any fairyland full of green poplars.

Under the eaves of the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, the hazy drizzle kept a girl with hair like a waterfall, she quietly looked at the crisp rain in the sky, and her cheeks like the first snow were no longer as cold as frost, but filled with a faint smile.

The slender hand reached into the drizzle like smoke and mist, and the raindrops fell into the palm of her hand, and seemed to drip on her heart, and the slightly open lips and teeth seemed to have a laugh whispering.

She is like a budding green lotus, with the moistening of the drizzle, the petal lotus leaves bloom one after another, and between the smiles, it seems to be integrated into the sky, adding a thick ink to this landscape map of the Sword Sect.

A figure also slowly appeared at this time, it was Sikong Haoran who came down from the sixth floor of the Sword Pavilion, the drizzle in his sight, and the wind blowing, seemed to take away some of the anger in his heart. And just as his eyes flickered, a beautiful shadow appeared in his sight: "Chen Shuying, why is she here?"

The moment he saw her, the anger that haunted his heart completely dissipated, and a picture flashed in Sikong Haoran's mind, the scene when he first met her was on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

After the rescue of Ascending Peak, the intimate contact and coexistence of the two in the secret realm, the peeping with the little senior sister in the mountain stream of Yunju Peak, and the questioning the next day, all the memories about her came to my heart one by one.

Chen Shuying's head moved slightly, and at a glance of her eyes, she saw a figure that made her both hated and annoyed, and these emotions in her eyes seemed to be mixed with a faint dodge.

Since she was sure that he was the thief who peeked at her and Lianyue bathing that night, she couldn't wait to raise her sword to kill Yunying Peak, but every time the culprit Ye Ziying saw her, she fled early like a cunning fox.

Coupled with the catastrophe of the Sword Sect, knowing another layer of Sikong Haoran's identity, the inexplicable feelings in his heart were then hidden in the deepest part of his soul, and when he saw him again, the memory of the seal flooded like a flood and burst the embankment, although I don't know why this happened, but the smile that was originally on his face was suddenly covered with coldness.

"Ahem..."Sikong Haoran hid the unnaturalness on his face, and said with a smile: "Senior Sister Chen, what a coincidence. ”

Chen Shuying retracted her gaze and looked at the rain-beaten hibiscus in Guanxin Lake, as if she hadn't heard Sikong Haoran's words, but the green five fingers wet by the drizzle inadvertently pinched the corners of her clothes.

I would be angry when I thought about it, but when I heard this familiar voice, the anger couldn't burn at all.

Sikong Haoran was slightly embarrassed, but he also knew Chen Shuying's character, and looked in the direction where she was again, and the slightly opened lips and teeth, but the words that had just reached his mouth suddenly swallowed back.

I wanted to say goodbye, but I couldn't find a reason to speak.

Everything that happened during this time, all kinds of remarks about herself, she must be clear, too much contact will only bring her unnecessary trouble, even danger.

Thinking of this, Sikong Haoran turned sideways, since there is no suitable reason to say goodbye, then hide this love.

She is the daughter of Chen Qi, the peak master of Yunju Peak, a true pride of the sky, and a collection of thousands of favors. And he is just a speck of dust in the vast sea of people, and this mote has too many labels attached to it, which is also destined to be full of turbulence, blood and rain in his life.

The two were five feet apart, and no one spoke again, only the rain was pouring in front of the Sword Pavilion.

This kind of silent beauty, for Sikong Haoran, may be a different kind of encounter, a kind of spiritual comfort, or a ray of light in his heart when he encounters difficulties in the future.

He would think of the girl who admired the hibiscus in the rain with him in the Sword Sect, in front of the Sword Pavilion.

I don't know how long it has been, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour...

During this period, the two of them were like two stone lions in front of the Sword Pavilion, and wordlessness was better than tacit understanding.

"Senior Brother Haoran. There was an affectionate call from the rain, and Sikong Haoran smiled happily and flashed away in the direction of beckoning.

"Senior sister, why are you here for such a heavy rain. The soul power of the Pseudo-Heaven Realm condensed into an invisible barrier in front of him, completely covering him and Ye Ziying inside.

Ye Ziying's right hand tightly held Sikong Haoran's arm, wiped the raindrops from his forehead, and said with a smile: "You didn't go back to Yunying Peak, I'm worried that you will be drenched in soup, of course I have to pick you up." ”

As soon as you said a word, two figures, one tall and one short, gradually disappeared in the torrential rain.

Chen Shuying, under the eaves of the Sword Pavilion, looked at the back in the distance, and a faint sense of loss welled up in her heart, and then her eyes condensed slightly, and she said in shock: "His breath, when did he break through to the Sword Emperor!"

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