Kitahara's first rain of spring arrived.

It's hard to tell the difference between the melting snow and the rain, and although the rain is still cold, it's still much warmer than the snow.

When the northern army of Zhenbei swept through the northern plains, Tingfeng Zhenren also sent several cultivators who could be trusted to the northern plains to investigate why the demons could pass through the front line and reach the rear of the defense.

But......

"No result. ”

Tingfeng Zhenren had expected it, but when he saw this answer, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in his heart.

Tingyu Zhenren on the side smiled, he naturally knew his old friend's mood at this time, so he handed a cup of tea to Tingfeng Zhenren: "Who do you think it is?"

Since you think that it was done by human beings, it is natural that there are some suspicions in your heart that will make such a conclusion.

How could a real person who listened to the wind not hear the meaning of his old buddy: "The people of Weiying Mountain." ”

"This ...... You have to think clearly, although Weiying Mountain has declined to the point of seclusion, the ancestors of Weiying Mountain are one of the guardians of the 'Tongtian Catastrophe', and their status is not lower than that of their teachers. ”

Listening to the rain, the real person gently put down the teacup in his hand.

Listening to the wind, Zhenren also put down the teacup and fell silent.

He clearly remembered that a long time ago, there was a genius disciple in Weiying Mountain walking in the world, and he bore the title of the first in the contemporary world, but one day, a young man challenged him, and he lost a sword.

After the two grew up, the disciples of Weiying Mountain found the person who beat him with a sword again, neither of them was a teenager, and their strength was even stronger, and the decisive battle between the two was actually rumored to be popular.

In the end, the disciple of Weiying Mountain won, because the other person did not fight at all, in fact, that person simply ignored him all along, and the news of the decisive battle between the two was also deliberately spread by him, in order to force that person to come out.

Winning without a fight is not his goal, defeating that person is, so the demon in his heart was born from this, and he announced in front of many cultivators watching the play that day that he had broken away from the relationship of Weiying Mountain, and he was going to find that person with his sword.

That person was a disciple of Tianyi Immortal Island, so he broke into Tianyi Immortal Island alone, but because of the demons in his heart, he killed and injured the disciple when he made a move, although it was not intentional, but how could Tianyi Immortal Island easily not be investigated.

It just so happened that the person who had defeated him happened to be the disciple in charge of handling the matter.

So the two finally fought a decisive battle.

The two fought for a day and a night, and no one knew how many swords they had produced, only that their natal swords had opened countless gaps, and the tough and sharp blades had turned into saws.

In the end, he still lost to that man's sword, and he willingly died under that sword.

The most beloved disciple of the head of Weiying Mountain was killed by Tianyi Immortal Island, and the status of Weiying Mountain at that time was even slightly higher than that of Tianyi Immortal Island.

But Weiying Mountain was silent, they didn't say anything, and they didn't announce any information.

It wasn't until fifty years later that a shocking message spread throughout the cultivation world and even the human world, that is, the second disciple of Weiying Mountain wanted to disassociate himself from Weiying Mountain.

In the same year, the second disciple who broke off the relationship with Weiying Mountain claimed: One day he will set foot on Tianyi Immortal Island, at any cost.

Soon, Weiying Mountain retreated into the cultivation world, and no longer had any prestige, and even the new generation of disciples did not know that there was still a sword sect called Weiying Mountain.

This person never appeared again, not even a cultivator of the same generation who saw him.

Listening to Feng Zhenren woke up from his memories and shook his head gently, indicating that it was not Weiying Mountain, but the second disciple of Weiying Mountain back then.

"Why didn't you fight back then?" Listening to the rain Zhenren finally asked a word that had been confused for many years.

"My husband left me in the church that day. ”

Listening to Feng Zhenren sighed lightly, his husband was like a god, but he never expected that the person was so obsessed that he actually gave birth to a demon.

Hearing this, listening to the rain real people couldn't help but ponder. Number Six

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The rain fell on his body, and then gently slid down the surface of his clothes, and Qi Sichen flew above the gray sky with the disciples of the Sword Sect.

A total of seven disciples were sacrificed in the Buluo Sword Sect, and none of the corpses were found, and now there were only eighteen people left, including Qi Sichen, and the atmosphere in the room was inevitably a little suppressive.

"War is always accompanied by sacrifice!"

Thinking of the dangers when he and Su Yu hunted demons in the east of the middle of the grassland, there were a few times when they were really not far from death, he understood.

"If you bear the name of immortals, you will take the risk of immortals. ”

Even the rain that kept falling from the sky couldn't get wet, and his face was still wet after all.

Qi Sichen thought that those junior disciples who were still living happily in the mountain gate a few months ago no longer existed, and no matter how nice he spoke, he was still very sad in his heart.

The disciples behind him didn't say anything, and followed behind Qi Sichen with flying swords, but the choking sound that sounded from time to time was still very obvious in the noise of wind and rain.

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It is now the beginning of March, and the northern plains are almost cleaned up, and the current news is that except for the sentry light cavalry, the northern army of Zhenbei has not suffered a single casualty, and the army divided into hundreds of teams is gradually approaching, and many cultivators are about to leave after completing their tasks and receiving their merits.

It's too tiring, this kind of wind and food and sleeping, sometimes it takes a whole day to fight as soon as the fight starts is too patient and spiritual, and some cultivators even encounter powerful demons with strange techniques, and they have to fight for days and nights.

This was also the reason why the cultivators in the two Zhenbei army teams were reluctant to go north further and had to return to the camp, and the march was too tiring.

Seeing that there were often cultivators coming to the school grounds, Su Yu couldn't be too busy during this time.

"Are you still coming?"

Su Yu casually let go of one person, and on the other side, there were a few people who were about to sneak attack from behind, Su Yu looked back at them lightly, and the tone in his mouth was not very contemptuous.

Some people don't believe in evil, and they draw their long swords and are about to slash at Su Yu.

Seeing that someone was coming, Su Yu was not in a hurry, and turned sideways slightly to dodge the sword that was slashed, Su Yu grabbed the disciple's elbow with one hand and pinched it gently, and the disciple actually let go of the long sword in his hand in an instant.

I saw Su Yu quickly take the long sword that fell in his hand, twisted the hilt slightly, the sword body flipped over, and swept out towards the front right of the disciple.

"Bell!"

A crisp thud fell to the ground.

There was actually another disciple who slashed out at the same time as the disciple in front of Su Yu, and it was extremely shameless to attack one after the other, and the sword moves were all ruthless.

"Bang!

The two long swords flew and spun in the sky, and the heads of the two disciples were pressed against the wooden ground by Su Yu, and the planks on the ground were pressed out of a pit by Su Yu.

The rain fell on the two disciples' bodies, and their clothes were soaked in an instant, and their hair was loosened, scattered on the ground, and stuck into a ball with a small amount of stagnant water.

The two swords fell to the ground, knocking on the ground and making a low sound, and the two people who were pressed to the ground by Su Yu reacted, and then let out a sound of crying for mercy.

Fast, too fast, in the same realm, being able to have such a speed is definitely crushing the general strength, there is no doubt that Su Yu, the seventh disciple of Tianyi Peak, is not a soft persimmon.

There are too many people who want to become famous.

Those people always think about what if others lose, they are not their kind of waste, and defeating a rumored person who can't climb the first stage of Sword Island is not easy to capture?

So there are constantly people who challenge, and people who keep failing.

"It's almost time for tea!"