At this moment, in addition to shock, Bai Yun's eyes were more at a loss that he couldn't find the root, and he seemed to understand a little bit why the assassins of the Heavenly Dragon Society didn't dare to set foot here, it turned out that the sense of emptiness that made people's pores open was all due to this strange tree.

In addition, in this heaven and earth behind the ruined stone monument, there seems to be an invisible huge hand pressed down from the sky, and the deeper you go into this world, the more obvious it becomes.

There is a legend in Shu that there is an ancient demon king buried on Qingxuan Mountain, and the demon mist all over the mountains is the handiwork of the demon king.

A creepy thought rushed straight out, but Bai Yun tried his best to press down the overturned waves in his heart, and even showed a hint of joy on his face, before going up the mountain, Master Xiao said in his secret letter that he might be deeply embarrassed because of the Demon Cave, if he could help Master Xiao get out of the palace at this time, then the siege of Qingxuan Mountain would definitely usher in a dawn turnaround.

While thinking about it, Bai Yun found a figure under the tree, half-squatting and staring intently at the root of the strange tree.

Bai Yun swept across the lake without any hesitation, and the only one who could solve the mysteries of this world for him, or the whereabouts of Xiao Da's master, was the mysterious man in the green robe.

When the white cloud swept close to the strange tree that bloomed and bore fruit in an instant, but withered soon after, the green robe suddenly stood up straight, like a wooden stake motionless, the white cloud suddenly retracted its body, there was an island in the middle of the lake with a radius of about ten zhang, the strange tree grew in it, and the tip of the white cloud's feet fell on the edge of the island, like an eagle falcon with its wings on the ground.

It turned out that under the thick roots of the staggered branches, there was a nameless stone tablet, but when I got closer, I was suddenly shocked, not so much a stone tablet as a huge tortoise shell, crisscrossed by cracks, covered with damp and green moss.

Baiyun stalked like a tiger and leopard, and when he was five or six steps away from the high-crowned mystery, he still didn't see any movement from him, and when his mind turned, he wanted to take off his mask while he was unprepared.

But when Bai Yun's hand reached his cheek, he came to life in an instant like those rigid statues in the temple, and as soon as he raised his elbow, he removed Bai Yun's hand, but Bai Yun's other sword-holding hand had already touched his back, and the god climbed up his neck like a spiritual snake.

It was probably because the staring at the nameless stone tablet was too fascinating, until the god had completely taken the lead, and the mysterious person discovered Bai Yun's intentions, in order to prevent the wooden sword that silently pinched the death hole from succeeding, the mysterious man risked a heavy punch, his head tilted, and the whole person turned to the side, temporarily avoiding the edge of the divine sword.

Through the previous confrontation, the mysterious man knew how sharp and restrained this ebony wooden sword, which was comparable to the rusty iron sword in his hand, both in appearance and sharpness, so he did not hesitate at all from judging to making the choice to avoid the real and the false.

The corners of Baiyun's mouth raised, and his feet in the wet mud stepped forward, quietly approaching the mysterious person who was short and misplaced to avoid the sword of the gods, and almost at the same moment, another free hand burst out

Then took off the mask on his face.

"Is it you?" Bai Yun was furious, the green tendons on his neck were clearly visible, and his thoughts drifted away like catkins, returning to the drunken flower building in Nanxun Town.

The mysterious man in the green robe in front of him was one of Liu Weiji's henchmen and protégés, and he was also the young man who was silent and sat quietly wiping his sword at that time, as for why the long sword that he cared for was rusty, there was no way to know.

"How could Master Xiao have missed his eyes and let you, a guilty spy, go?" Bai Yun thought of Chen Cheng and Chen Jing's deaths, and suddenly became angry.

The sword intent of the originally bluffing Shen Tu suddenly skyrocketed, Bai Yun's wrist flipped, and the Shen Tu stuck to the neck of the green robe, but after gradually calming down, Bai Yun hesitated, he wanted to know what the purpose of this green robe was to attract him here.

The green-robed spy named Duan Fuchen seized this fleeting opportunity, and the rusty iron sword appeared silently between the god and his neck like a shadow attached to the wall, and he resisted the black and cold wooden sword, not allowing it to "gain an inch".

Bai Yun knew that he had made a mistake, and he was originally clawed at the key point of the green robe, and he could be forced to confess one by one, but he should not be distracted at this time, giving the green robe a good opportunity to reverse the decline.

For a while, the two of them were entangled together, inseparable, Bai Yun was surprised, and couldn't help but wonder deeply, he was a good skill in the upper realm, although the melee combat was not as good as the fighting method of inducing the internal strength of the qi machine, but it was also a great test of a martial arts person's skills and skills and keen insight, but if it was about the basic skills, Bai Yun thought that there were few people in the whole hair xia who could compare with himself, this is not that no one was arrogant and arrogant. Practicing the most basic eight-stroke swordsmanship, I have been practicing for many years, and the blue-robed spy in front of me does not seem to be inferior to himself in terms of insight and skills, and it seems that he has also been tempered step by step after boring practice day after day, and his melee strength should not be underestimated.

After Bai Yun's knee blow was blocked, he immediately took a step under the crotch of the green robe, taking the lead in taking the lead, and then stepped in and slapped the middle door of the green robe with a palm.

Bai Yun's palm was domineering, the waist pole of the green robe and high crown was almost bent into an arch bridge, so he could barely avoid this heavy palm, and the rusty iron sword never relaxed his vigilance against the gods, he wanted to take a step back, so as to slow down the situation, but the path of the horse step under the crotch was blocked by the foot that Bai Yun stepped out of.

In a hurry, Duan Fuchen had no choice but to hold the ground with one hand, volleyed out a heel fight, and kicked his feet on Bai Yun's shoulders like a hammer before landing, Bai Yun hurriedly withdrew his Shentu, and rolled it between his shoulders to block Duan Fuchen's flash of attack.

Duan Fuchen's feet slammed into the body of the Divine Sword, and then the whole person flew out like a fallen leaf, until

He was about to hit the strange tree before he stopped, but there was no way back behind him at this time.

Bai Yun pointed at the green robe with his hand in his hand and said angrily, "Who are you?"

Although it has been a long time since everything happened in that Nanxun town, the situation in the drunken flower building is like an iron imprint in his heart, even if the green-robed disciple in front of him turns to ashes, he can still distinguish the taste from the wind.

However, Bai Yun is no longer a blind fly who has just set foot in the rivers and lakes, and after calming down, he faintly saw the clues.

Liu Wei, the meeting of Muru Temple, was extremely evil, and the head of Xiao personally took action to clean up the door for the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and cleaned up all the people from the Qingxuan Sword Sect to the top and bottom of the case, and the Qingxuan Sword Sect also accepted the guilt and withdrew from the five giants of the righteous path. The head of Xiao took this opportunity to tell the major sects that although the Qingxuan Sword Sect was bad, it had not reached the root, but there was a black sheep in the courtyard, and now the Qingxuan Sword Sect has a new look, and there will never be a grain of rat feces stirring up and a pot of porridge again, and the factions do not have to be on guard against the Qingxuan Sword Sect at all times, as for all the evil consequences of the Muru Temple Meeting, he Xiao Qinghuai and the Qingxuan Sword Sect are willing to bear it.

In other words, Master Xiao has spent so much effort to rectify the Qingxuan Sword Sect, how can he tolerate a fish that slips through the net, since the Qingpao disciple in front of him can stay out of the matter in Liu Weiji's case, then it shows that his true identity and hidden mysteries are not just as simple as the moon in front of him.

Somehow, Duan Fuchen's hand gradually drooped, and the tip of the rusty iron sword almost hit the mud ground: "My name is Duan Fuchen." ”

Bai Yun's sword edge never lowered, and he asked again, "Who are you?"

The disciple of the Qingxuan Sword Sect named Duan Fuchen hesitated for a moment, and said, "I am the disciple of Xiao Qinghuai, the head of Xiao Dajie. ”

Bai Yun's eyes were cold, he had a relationship with the head of Xiao Da who was in charge of the clear wind and bright moon shining on the mountain, if it wasn't for the big head Xiao who saved him under Liu Weiji's clutches, I was afraid that he had reunited with the gray-clothed old monk under Jiuquan at this time, and I heard that Xiao Da was not good at the rivers and lakes and was bent on verifying immortality, so Liu Wei had the opportunity to ignore morality and cause the catastrophe of the Muru Temple Society.

In fact, Bai Yun sincerely believes that Xiao Qinghuai, the head of Xiao, is a person, people are like their songs, the breeze and the moon shine on the hills, which is one of the few trickles and clear streams in this river and lake, towering wind and bones, how can he ignore the Qingxuan Sword Sect, and only care about the obsession with the Avenue of Immortality, thinking that he just doesn't want to be in the turbid waves of the rivers and lakes, so he lives in Jane and escapes from the world, and hands over the affairs of the Qingxuan Sword Sect to Liu Weiji to take care of, but he doesn't know that under the skin of harmless people and animals, full of benevolence and morality, it is a demon with hideous claws.

Duan Fuchen said that he was a disciple of the head of the Xiao family, but everyone in the world knew that since the head of the Qing Xuan Sword Sect, the head of the Xiao family has been obsessed with the Great Dao of Immortality and has no intention of teaching, and there has never been an apprentice under his knees, and he has always been alone.

Bai Yun couldn't help but be suspicious, deeply suspicious of Duan Fuchen's self-proclaimed identity.

"You said that you are the disciple of the head of Xiao's family, but I can see it clearly in the Drunken Flower Building, you are not only in the same league as Liu Wei, but also colluded with the Tianlong Society, and now you deliberately covered your face

Sneakily following us, why is this?" Bai Yun temporarily suppressed his suspicion of Duan Fuchen's identity, but wanted to find out something deeper.

Duan Fuchen took off the scabbard behind his back, turned his wrist, aimed the rusty iron sword at the scabbard, and put the sword back into the sheath with a bang, the whole process was half a beat slower than the ordinary sword retraction action, as if he was considering something.

(End of chapter)