Since I opened my eyes and arrived here when I drifted down from the East China Sea, that soft and kind little girl has now grown into a young girl like herself, imagining what Xiao Rou would look like when she grew up, Long Fengxuan showed a smile.

"After all, I'm just a passerby, farewell to Qinglian City, farewell to my father-in-law, farewell to Xiaorou........" After muttering a few words, the Dragon Wind Xuan Imperial Sword rose up and headed towards the sea area where it had originally fallen.

Soon after, Xiao Rou's anxious figure appeared on the coast, but what she saw was Long Fengxuan's fleeting figure, Xiao Rou covered her cheeks, tears slipped silently from her fingertips, and she looked at the streamer that Long Fengxuan turned into in a daze, and finally came a step late.

"Is he still leaving?" Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind Xiao Rou.

"Brother Hanruo, why does he always refuse to see me......" Xiaorou couldn't hold back any longer, heard a familiar voice, threw herself into Leng Hanruo's arms, and cried.

"He is no longer a disciple of the Qinhan Sect!" Leng Hanruo looked at Xiao Rouxin, who was crying silently, like a knife, and swallowed the originally angry words to his mouth, just saying that Long Fengxuan was no longer a disciple of the Qinhan Sect.

"Why ........" Xiao Rou couldn't cry silently, and her tears couldn't stop flowing at all.

"This is his choice, we can't interfere!" Leng Hanruo sighed and patted Xiaorou's shoulder, who knows the pain in his heart, he loves this kind girl, and he is indeed crying about another person.

At this moment, Xiao Rou's heart is also extremely uncomfortable, all kinds of reasons are to make people, from Qinglian City to Qinhan Sect, the bits and pieces of getting along with Long Fengxuan during the period still appear in front of him, and the taciturn Xiaotian brother gradually became cheerful.

His painful experience is being forgotten little by little, he could have achieved his own process under the cultivation of the Qin Han Sect, but the grievances of the previous generation were involved in this generation, and after the hatred was intertwined with a conspiracy, he fell into the forbidden land, in order to fulfill Xiao Rou Neng and the Qin Han Sect to get back together, Long Fengxuan reluctantly left the Qin Han Sect and gave up the teaching of the Qinglian Sword Immortal, but Leng Hanruo didn't know all this.

There is no way to tell Leng Hanruo about all this, how much courage it takes to give up all this, Long Fengxuan, who has an uncertain future, has no idea what awaits him on the road ahead, and Long Fengxuan, who is burdened with great hatred, takes a huge risk, maybe he didn't encounter the sword floating, maybe he dissipated in the reincarnation diagram of the Pure Land Sect early, maybe he was planted and lost to everyone after being planted with the Zen seal.

Qinglian Sword Immortal told Xiao Rou all this, so no one knows Long Fengxuan's situation better than Xiao Rou, she owes Long Fengxuan too much, every time she thinks of this, Xiao Rou is sad and sheds tears, she is tormented, Xue He talked about Long Fengxuan's news After Xiao Rou didn't delay for a moment, but in the end it was still a step too late......

Long Fengxuan, who didn't know anything about these, was flying with the sword, flying straight up across the endless sea area, recalling the feeling of falling down from the shore of this sea and river at the beginning, Long Fengxuan was silent for a long time.

Through the smoky clouds, Longjiazhuang was in sight, standing on the Qingying Sword, Long Fengxuan looked at the familiar Longjiazhuang, and his mood could not be calm for a long time.

The originally quiet village became even more miserable after that demon beast invasion, and the divine consciousness was released without a trace of breath, only a few years have passed, Longjiazhuang is barren, not even a small animal, it seems that the East China Sea boundary still has not stopped raising demon beasts.

Long Fengxuan silently jumped off the flying sword, stepped on the familiar land, and silently walked towards the place where he had lived for six years, which was in a mess, and there was no longer what he remembered.

There were still traces of the battle between Long Zhan and Yue Mo on the barren ruins, and as Long Fengxuan got closer and closer to home, his fists became tighter and tighter.

"Grandpa Long Zhan, if I could have today's cultivation, you wouldn't have left me!" Long Fengxuan murmured silently, the wind blew in the dusk, and a desolate feeling came, and the leaves wanted to move. Reading.com

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation is the truest portrayal at this time, after the battle between Long Zhan and the Moon Desert Jindan realm, this place was razed to the ground, and the lonely grave of Long Zhan appeared in Long Fengxuan's sight so suddenly.

"Plop...."Long Fengxuan knelt heavily in front of Long Zhan's tomb, kowtowed respectfully, and two lines of tears flowed out silently.

"Grandpa Long Zhan, you said that you shouldn't cry, but I can't help it, I originally thought of a lot of things to tell you, but when I come back here, I just want to tell you that I, Long Fengxuan, already know my mission, Grandpa Long Zhan, you can rest in peace!" Long Fengxuan burst into tears and muttered while kowtowing.

Then Long Fengxuan sat on the ground, slowly recounting what had happened in the past few years, talking to himself, just as Long Zhan was a listener, he took out a few Zhu Guo from the storage package and put them in front of the tomb, and mentioned the immortal brew to worship the dead.

The moon and stars came soon, Long Fengxuan still didn't know it, and he forgot to recount what happened after leaving the dragon war, without missing a single thing, and said it in detail, in his heart, the weight of the dragon war ranked first.

After muttering words like this all night, the sun slowly rose when dawn came, dispelling the last trace of darkness on the earth, and Long Fengxuan almost finished telling his story.

"Grandpa Long Zhan, the hour is not early, Feng Xuan has told you everything he should say, don't worry, I will personally bring Yue Mo's head to your grave to sacrifice your spirit in the sky, I swear!" Long Fengxuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and solemnly swore an oath.

Then the sword fingers danced, cut a big stone next to it neatly, and the tree was in front of the tomb of Long Zhan, and he personally carved a few big characters, the tomb of Long Zhan, and the dragon wind stood .......

After all this was completed, Long Fengxuan knelt on his knees again and kowtowed three times, and then turned to leave, Longjiazhuang has nothing to be nostalgic for, now is not the time to look for Yue Mo's revenge, the most important thing at present is to condense the sword, revenge is not in a hurry, Yue Mo and a wood old bald donkey, deeply engraved in the depths of Long Fengxuan's hatred.

There is no place for nostalgia in Longjiazhuang, and naturally the East China Sea is not what Long Fengxuan expected, he shook his head and finally glanced at Long Zhan's grave and Longjiazhuang, all of which recorded Long Fengxuan's sad place, if possible, Long Fengxuan never wanted to step into this place again, shook his head Long Fengxuan picked up the Qingying Sword and left slowly......

Long Fengxuan did not return the same way, but turned around and headed west, walking aimlessly, with no other distractions in his mind, and he was concentrating on comprehending the sword technique of the Heavenly Sword.

At the same time that Long Fengxuan was practicing and comprehending the sword technique, the people of other holy places did not stop, and for the next year's Ten Thousand Swords Festival, all the disciples of the holy land were concentrating on cultivation.

In the Immortal Sword Valley, the two white-clothed figures were facing each other, the fight was inseparable, the sword qi was full of starlight, and the righteousness was shocked, it was Zuo Tianya and Zuo Xi, the sword saint Zuo Qiusi on the side nodded with satisfaction, teaching something from time to time.

The same scene happened in different holy places, Dugu Qing in the city that never sleeps was isolated at the top of the city lord's mansion, with a spear in his hand, standing straight, condensing the soul of the spear against the skyrocketing cold air, the snow-capped mountain altar in the distance, Dugu hated the impenetrable wind wielding a huge black knife, and a pair of evil black eyes were full of weirdness.

Sword Soul Gate, Long Fengyu's escape technique was exerted to the extreme, with Long Fengyue and Long Fengxue besieging Shizun Sword Fusheng, the sword Fusheng held the sword to deal with it with every move, and it was no longer easy to play before.

The Beast Spirit Sect, the Moon Meridian controlled the fierce and huge body of the Gold Devouring Beast, and rampaged through the bamboo forest, roaring again and again, startling countless birds and beasts.

Qin Han Sect, Xiao Rou with a feeling of loss followed Leng Hanruo back to Qin Han Sect, Leng Hanruo stayed alone in the forbidden place at the moment, the cold wind was howling, the phantom of an ice phoenix behind him was emerging, and the law of heaven and earth was beginning to take shape, Xiao Rou lived in the house where Long Fengxuan lived in the six elders of the mountain gate, Lingyuan was released, and the six elders next to him Liu Yun were carefully taught.

Heavenly Evil Palace, Shi Yan sat in front of the door of the Heavenly Evil Palace, being taught by the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Evil Palace, his gray-white eyes emitted a strange light, predicting something, the stone bear not far away, his body was stronger than a few years ago, naked and naked, practicing the decision of refining the body over and over again.