Outside the Sword Peak, a young and handsome figure was quickly fleeing, and the direction in which it fled was Zixia Zixiao Peak.

This person who secretly planned to attack and kill the disciple of Jian Feng's personal lineage was the first disciple of Zixiao's master.

Zhao Mengjing!

And above the sky hundreds of zhang away behind him, a sword shadow dozens of zhang long suddenly hung high, and it bombarded Zhao Mengjing with lightning speed!

Zhao Mengjing, who is on the verge of death, is on the run!

Not only did he not have the slightest fear and panic, but when he saw that the huge sword shadow filled with killing aura was about to descend on him in an instant, he suddenly turned around and faced the other party.

It was like looking for death and slammed straight into that sword shadow!

The master of the sword shadow was immediately furious, "looking for !! death"

Zhao Mengjing's face was cold, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm on his face.

Suddenly, the sword shadow fell suddenly, and an embarrassed figure flew backwards for dozens of feet, and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The sword shadow turned a deaf ear and continued to slash downward!

At this time, a purple-robed monk who should have appeared early slowly condensed, his eyes were calm and majestic, and the purple mist on his body was pervasive, enveloping his whole body, making his face blurred and difficult to see.

With a slight flick of his wide purple-gold robe, the sword shadow that had seriously injured the pinnacle of the foundation and was on the verge of death suddenly shattered and turned into nothing.

When the master of the sword shadow saw the head appear, he no longer entangled and killed Zhao Mengjing.

With a light snort, Lu Hongli, who was wrapped in sword qi, appeared in the air, like a rippling sword light flying around, and there seemed to be thousands of sword lights and sword intent flickering and disillusionment between his breaths, and then resurfaced again, and so on, endlessly.

The vague figure wrapped in endless sword light stepped out in one step, and reached the front of the purple robe.

His tone was cold, and the chilling killing aura permeated all directions, and the chilling words slowly came out,

"The boss really wants to provoke a war?"

The purple-robed monk is the current head of the Zixiao faction, Ji Shuye!!

Ji Shuye's tone was flat, "Come out." ”

Seeing this, Lu Hongli's breath became more and more cold and indifferent, and a murderous aura slowly condensed, permeating the blue sky within a radius of 100 miles.

And Ji Shuye's words fell, and after a ripple rippled all around, the two powerful beings slowly revealed their figures.

Two people each from Sword Peak and Zixiao Peak.

The Four Great Jindan Venerables!

In an instant, the wind and clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were turbulent, the aura roared, and the ten thousand beasts were silent.

The territory of Jianfeng is under the jurisdiction of Jindan!

Where the Sword Peak Zixiao Peak Sword Pavilion is located, there has already been a change of course Spirit Array Peak that has broken through the Great Array of the Pavilion, revealing the true face of this Lushan Mountain with the same vein of the Sword Dao as Zixiao Peak.

There were hundreds of inner disciples here waiting for them, looking at those fellow disciples who rushed in like wolves, their eyes were no longer warm, and they were full of murderous intent.

At this time, a cold voice sounded,

"Those who offend my sword peak will be killed!!

Hundreds of Sword Qi Sect disciples roared in unison,

"No !! forgiveness"

The sound rumbled and vibrated loudly, resounding through the sea of clouds.

The person who was going to commit the crime was so frightened that his face turned pale.

After a moment of silence, a burly figure stepped out of the crowd, swept his gaze indifferently over the disciple of Sword Peak opposite, and then raised slightly, looked at Lu Zhaoyang in the array, and said expressionlessly,

"Senior Brother Lu, if you abolish your cultivation, Xiao will spare these people in front of you, how about it?"

His eyelids drooped slightly, "Give you three breaths to think about it."

Lu Zhaoyang waved the spirit sword in his hand and chuckled, "If Senior Brother Xiao is willing to sit as a slave for me, I may hesitate for a while. ”

There seemed to be a look of expectation in his eyes, and he said with interest, "What do you think, senior brother?"

The monk surnamed Xiao flashed his indifferent gaze, and said in a low voice, "It's really a pity to give a shameless dog thing, it's really a pity to die!"

The aura on his body slowly revealed, and a breath that was even more vast and huge than Lu Zhaoyang instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

A cold voice sounded, "Kill, don't keep your hands!"

As soon as the words fell, several foundation-building cultivators in the crowd of Zhufeng rose to the sky and swept towards the sword cultivators.

And when the disciples of the sword qi wanted to raise their sword qi again, there was a heavy pressure that pressed them to death, and they all froze like a dead tree.

Several Dao Foundation Building Cultivators were getting closer and closer, and the eyes of many Sword Qi Cultivators were full of resentment and despair.

Being bullied and controlled, as if he was waiting to be slaughtered, this move is more terrifying than Ling Chi.

Lu Zhaoyang glared angrily, and his hair rushed to the crown, and Huo Ran suddenly the huge foundation building peak qi on his body rose and vibrate, and said sharply,

"Dare you !!"

Before the words fell, his figure flew to the top of everyone's heads, and raised his hand towards the several Zhuji who were rushing to kill, and a fierce sword light swayed out.

The Zhuji Being, who was the first to rush in, was startled, and a crimson array flag in his hand flashed in an instant, and its power was greatly boosted, making it energetic, blocking Lu Zhaoyang's sword light from the formation flag, and it was difficult to break through an inch.

The man laughed, his eyes were cruel, and he said with compassion,

"Lu Zhaoyang, I didn't expect it, you also have today!"

With a slight wave of the array flag given by the peak master, a shock wave like ripples on the water surface rippled out, not only causing the figures of several people in the same group to stagnate, but also slowing down the movements of the hundreds of disciples on the ground with the same sword qi.

One of Tsuki's eyes lit up, "Good opportunity!"

A Bone Devouring Soul Devouring Dao Method was spilled in his hand, and in an instant, more than a dozen sword cultivators fell to the ground screaming.

However, between breaths, those who were hit by the Dao Fa saw their flesh and blood separate, and green smoke rose from the ground, and after a few moments, they completely turned into a pile of rotten bones.

Lu Zhaoyang's liver and gallbladder were cracked, and he said, "Wait for !! damn it."

The monk surnamed Xiao's eyes were cold, and the magnificent qi machine was suddenly pressed, and the shock and horror in Lu Zhaoyang's eyes were overflowing, and there was a trace of confusion and anger!

A figure behind him slowly lowered his head and was silent.

Lu Zhaoyang was smashed to the ground, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The brocade robe behind it seemed to be torn apart by a flying sword, and the blood line quietly spread.

Finally, there was a sword cultivator disciple who seemed to be unbearable to be insulted like this, and when he roared angrily, he was about to explode the sword qi in his body.

A furious voice came down from the top floor of the Sword Pavilion,

"Bullying the small, Xiao Mingbo, you are a golden pill in vain!"

Xiao Mingbo, who had recently broken through to the Venerable Jindan, smiled coldly, and immediately stepped out and went to the top of the Sword Pavilion.

When he was about to enter, his originally calm face disappeared in an instant, and his figure flew upside down suddenly, quickly fleeing beyond the sword peak.

With a pop, he spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.

In the heart and lungs of his chest, an inch of sword marks slowly emerged, and blood stained his clothes.

Xiao Mingbo's soul flew out of the sky, panicked, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief after running for his life in a hurry.

When I looked back, my face immediately changed.

The half-cut tip of the sword, which was no more than a foot, followed him without leaving an inch.

A life-and-death crisis made his heart tremble, and his whole body was cold to the bone.

He roared violently to the sky,

"Ancestor, save my !!"

Suddenly, a light sigh of vicissitudes slowly sounded, and in an instant, the kung fu spread from the peak of Zixiao Peak to all directions, and when he breathed, it resounded throughout Zixiao Peak.

"Stop it."

The tip of the half-cut sword trembled, as if it had been hit hard.

After a muffled snort of pain came from the Sword Pavilion, half of the tip of the sword flew out upside down, about to sweep back.

The old man's voice came again, "Since you are the same door, how can you kill each other?

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Mingbo's expression was overjoyed, and in an instant, a light fell, and the half of the sword tip disappeared with Xiao Mingbo's figure.

Only a resentful word remained, echoing in the Sword Pavilion, "Xu slut, today's humiliation will be returned tenfold in the coming day!"

After the Sword Pavilion was silent for a while, a hoarse and mournful voice sounded,

"Old thief, one day, I will cut you with a thousand knives, a thousand knives !!"

Ran through the top floor of the Sword Pavilion, but there was not the slightest transmission.

The resentment in the voice is full of resentment, as if it is difficult to wash away from all over the world.

Outside the Sword Peak, the four figures condensed into their bodies, and their faces were all predicted.

Bow your head in unison.

The old man's voice reached the four figures, "Shu Ye, Hongli, you come to Qiong Palace, and the rest are scattered." ”

After Ji Shuye and Lu Hongli glanced at each other, they both lowered their heads and said yes.

The abyss is deep and secluded, and it is difficult to guess.

Following.

The Zixiao faction summoned the peaks, and Lu Hongli, the former peak master of the Sword Peak, disregarded the friendship of the same sect and the identity of the elders, and now removed his position as the peak master as a punishment!

Xu Zhimei, the deputy pavilion master of Sword Peak, obstructed the law enforcement of the sect and ordered him to be grounded for ten years and not to take a step out of the Sword Pavilion!

Cao Qiji, the peak master of Shendan Peak, was removed from the position of peak master for the crime of harming the interests of the sect, and Xiao Mingbo, the new elder of the sect, temporarily took charge of Shendan Peak.

Pei Yunxiao, the master of Zijin Academy, is suspected of provoking a civil war in his fellow sects, and is now removed from the position of the head of the courtyard, and Yuan Chengmo, a disciple of the inner sect, is temporarily replaced!

Sima Yuan, a disciple of Jianfeng, is suspected of murdering the two major foundation deacons of the sect, intending to provoke a war and trigger internal strife in the sect, and is now deprived of his position as an inner disciple and expelled from the Sword Peak Sword Pavilion!

and imprisoned for the crime to the Xingfeng Law Enforcement Palace!

The rest of the Sword Peak rebelled and waited for the rest of the people, and they will be dealt with after being succeeded by the new peak master!

.............

Ten days later.

Outside the Law Enforcement Hall, Sima Yuan walked out slowly with a blank expression, his feet shackled, and his steps were heavy.

He tilted his head slightly, and the dazzling warm sun fell, making his weak body, which had been tortured in the Law Enforcement Palace, tremble, and his face spasmed and convulsed, and a few coughs almost cost him half his life.

He turned his head to look at the hideous temple door behind him that looked like an abyss and hell, and the hesitation, panic, and fear in his eyes had already been lost in the beating and torture over and over again.

He muttered to himself, "Someday, I'll be back!!"

A chuckle suddenly sounded, "Okay, Xiao is waiting!"

Sima Yuan's eyes were cold, he slowly turned his head, and walked towards Jian Feng with staggering steps.

Halfway through, a figure dressed in a hazy light veil came into view, her eyes were soft and loving,

Sima Yuan's heart was relieved, and he whispered, "Senior sister."

Even though it was dark in front of him, after being tortured for ten days and ten nights, Sima Yuan finally collapsed and couldn't stand it anymore.

With a pop, he fell straight forward.

The hazy figure lost color, and hurriedly took Sima Yuan into his chest.

In a pavilion, on the embroidered couch, the unconscious Sima Yuan's scars are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, quite the magic of life and death, flesh and bones.

A shadow beside him caressed Sima Yuan's staggered face, and his lips squirmed, as if he was muttering.