The monks of the Chongshan Pavilion couldn't resist it, and when they wanted to escape, they found that they couldn't get out of Shuiling Mountain.

The four Yuanying monks of the Heavy Mountain Pavilion flew out of their respective residences, and among them, the Thousand Calculation True Monarch and a sword-wielding woman spoke at the same time.

"Shuntian Yu still dares to come to Qiongshan Realm!"

"Listen to Xue, why are you here, chasing stars?"

The woman with the sword saw Lu Tingxue standing with the qin in her arms, and recognized her at once, although her face had changed, the infantile spirit of a Yuan Infant Monk could not be changed.

Qiansuan Zhenjun pulled the sword-wielding woman over, and the baby-faced face was full of sneers, "Mo Xueshuang! Your husband is right next to you, you open your mouth to ask about the whereabouts of other men, do you still want face!"

Lu Tingxue didn't speak, but Ji Yuanji took two steps forward, and the light saber flashed with cold light, and drops of thick blood slipped down.

"Thousand Swords Snow Frost, you don't deserve to mention my master's name. "Star Chasing Immortal Monarch's affection for Snow Frost True Monarch for nearly five hundred years, she has never given him any response, and now she is mentioning him to do nothing.

"I ...... If you exterminate the entire Chongshan Pavilion, not only will you be riddled with cause and effect, but the other sects in the Qiongshan Realm will not let you go. ”

"The noble and arrogant Thousand Swords Snow Frost, when did you think about the problem and become so naïve and imbecile, when the six factions forced me to kill Shuntian, why didn't you think about karma, you dare to do something to destroy the sect, why can't we, and don't dare, you people, you have long been unworthy of the treatment of people with righteousness, if you beg for mercy, Xue Shuang Zhenjun, you still have to leave some dignity for yourself. "Lu Tingxue doesn't like to dance with knives and guns, but she has the heart of a chivalrous woman who walks with a sword and cultivates the immortal world, and she is more than four hundred years younger than Xueshuang Zhenjun, so she has admired Xueshuang Zhenjun since she was a child, but since Shuntian was surrounded, everyone in Shuntian has broken off their affection with the six factions in the Qiongshan realm.

"I have not, I have never done anything to be sorry for you....... Why didn't he come, he didn't want to see me, did he......"

Qiansuan Zhenjun looked at this wife who had shared the bed with him for decades, she was cold, and at this time she was depressed, disgusted and disgusted, and lost his face.

He snorted coldly, thinking that the bright Thousand Swords Sect was nothing more than that, he used the Snow Frost True Monarch to fish for the stars of the Shuntian Sect, and at the same time used the Snow Frost True Monarch to come to their Chongshan Pavilion to ask for benefits. Later, Shuntian was besieged, and the Thousand Swords Sect agreed to marry him Chongshan Pavilion, if it weren't for her and his double cultivation, which could make him cultivate to the next level, how could he look down on this Yuanying female cultivator who was smart and cold on the surface, but in fact simple and easy to deceive in his heart.

Chi Yuanji also turned his face in disgust, and said coldly: "Xueshuang senior, don't be cowardly here, how my master treats you, which monk in the Qiongshan realm doesn't know, if you really have a trace of affection for my master, you won't turn around and marry someone else." Besides, why does my master want to see you, Master is now in the Thousand Swords Sect, destroy your fellow sect, and cut off your Sword Mountain. ”

"Yuanji, don't talk nonsense with her, solve this place, and meet your master as soon as possible. Qiuya Zhenjun waved the magic weapon of the paper fan, and made a tacit agreement with Lu Tingxue, attacking Qiansuan Zhenjun and another Yuanying monk, and the remaining two Yuanying monks, Dongze Immortal Jun took action to solve it.

Qin Baisui and Chi Yuanji glanced at each other, and then attacked the crowd of disciples of Chongshan Pavilion.

Qiansuan Zhenjun fluctuated with an abacus magic weapon, like a fire-colored meteorite crashing into Qiuya Zhenjun, Qiuya Zhenjun was not afraid of the heat wave, a plain paper fan magic weapon in his hand, waving lightly, the surrounding wind was fierce, and Qiansuan Zhenjun's attack could not get close to Qiuya Zhenjun's body.

Lu listened to Xue Su playing the piano with his hands, and behind Qiuya Zhenjun, he attacked with sound waves, and countless non-existent piano sounds entered his ears, and Qiansuan Zhenjun and another Chongshan Pavilion Yuanying Monk had red faces and red ears, and their blood was boiling, and their infant qi was wandering in the sea of knowledge, and they wanted to break out.

Qiansuan Zhenjun roared angrily, directly shattering the abacus magic weapon in his hand, and countless dark abacus beads flew away, ignoring Qiuya Zhenjun's wind blade defense, and attacked Lu Tingxue.

The corners of Lu Tingxue's mouth hooked, and the heart washing piano was turned over and erected, she held it with her left hand, stroked the strings from the bottom to the top with her right hand, and a soft sword was drawn from the body.

Although her dazzling sword light is not as strong as the star chasing swordsmanship, she adheres to a fast word.

The "abacus" has a great momentum, and the power of the shock is also very large, and the sword light of Lu Tingxue's soft sword is like water, not the ordinary straight sword light, but a little distorted to resist the "abacus".

On the other side, Dongze Immortal Jun held a half-arm-long brush magic weapon in his hand, and his attack was like splashing ink, teasing the lake, easily disrupting the attack of the Yuanying Monk of Chongshan Pavilion. In less than three moves, the tip of Dong Ze Xianjun's pen hit the center of the Yuan Infant Monk's eyebrows, directly shattering his Yuan Baby.

"Mo Xueshuang, why are you still in a daze, come and join forces with me!" Qiansuan Zhenjun saw that Dongze Xianjun easily solved a fellow door, and his heart became more and more panicked, without Lu Tingxue's piano sound attack, but for a while, they couldn't break through Qiuya Zhenjun's wind blade attack, if Dongze Xianjun joined in to attack them at this time, they would definitely die.

Xueshuang Zhenjun came back to her senses and looked at her husband, not knowing what she was thinking, she smiled bitterly.

...... She has been listening to the arrangement of the sect all her life, in fact, she likes to chase stars very much...... It was the sect that said that as long as she married into Chongshan Pavilion, the Thousand Swords Sect could no longer make a move against the Shuntian Sect...... She got married and repented.

She smiled bitterly not because she regretted it, but because she didn't love chasing stars so much, if she really loved, she would escape from the rights and wrongs of the Thousand Swords Sect, maybe after that, she and chasing stars will be another story.

She didn't cry, but she didn't look as good as crying.

Xueshuang Zhenjun pulled out the long sword in his hand, and suddenly said to Chi Yuanji in a loud voice: "Please, give him my sword." After she finished speaking, the silver sword was raised horizontally, and a long blood mark was revealed on the slender neck like a swan, and the wound was deep into the throat.

Snow Frost True Monarch's move was simple, and the natal magic weapon not only wiped off her long neck, but she also killed her own Yuan Infant with sword intent.

Qiansuan Zhenjun stared at Xueshuang Zhenjun who fell to the ground softly, he was really angry and scared in his heart, before he could make any moves, a plain paper fan had already called his face, and the seemingly fragile paper fan, but the fan bones were as sharp as a knife, and instantly scraped off the tender flesh of half of Qiansuan Zhenjun's face.

Qiansuan Zhenjun hurriedly flew back, and when he turned his head to ask another fellow disciple to join forces with him, what greeted him was a slender soft sword piercing into his eyebrows, and his afterglow, seeing the only remaining fellow doorman, a little blood hole in his eyebrows, Dongze Xianjun just withdrew his hand and turned around.

Looking at Qiansuan Zhenjun, who died before even Yuanying escaped, Lu Tingxue and Qiuya Zhenjun looked at each other speechlessly, turned around tacitly, and killed the remaining Chongshan Pavilion disciples together with Qin Baisui and Chi Yuanji.

From early morning to noon, at the foot of Shuiling Mountain, someone in Chongshan Gefang City discovered that something was wrong.

The light yellow fog that did not disperse for half a day in Chongshan Pavilion, the disciples of Chongshan Pavilion who were outside wanted to go up the mountain, but they couldn't find the gate of Chongshan Pavilion, they entered the dense fog, turned around a few times, and returned to the foot of the mountain, and their spiritual sense could not penetrate the dense fog.

The monks who didn't know what was going on all looked nervously at the dense fog, when a ray of sunlight shone through the dense fog, their vision gradually became clearer, and after the thick fog cleared, they didn't dare to set foot on Shuiling Mountain.

It wasn't until a disciple of Chongshan Pavilion who looked up tentatively with his spiritual sense with his frowning eyebrows that he took a few steps back in shock.

A cold wind blew, and the pungent smell of blood was so thick that it was smelled.

I don't know when, except for the disciples who traveled outside, the other disciples in the sect were all spared, and the corpses of the four Yuanying monks, like a group of ordinary disciples, lay quietly on the largest square of the Chongshan Pavilion.

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