In the records of the three states and five places, the Yuanshan Sect once suffered a catastrophe of annihilation, and the reason was because Jiang Chuyi was suspected of colluding with the 100,000 Great Mountains, and this rumor also originated from Jiang Chuyi letting go of a young Great Mountain Demon Clan.

Speaking of which, whether this crime is big or small, whether it is dispensable or not, it all depends on whether you are willing to pursue it.

But the bad thing is that Jiang Chuyi is too conspicuous, the youngest Kendo quasi-saint is undoubtedly the most brilliant pearl in the entire three states and five places, and the momentum of the Yuanshan Sect is getting stronger and stronger, it is inevitable that other sects will be a little overwhelmed.

People's hearts are the most difficult to guess, especially in intrigue and conspiracy, so some people are secretly fueling the troubles, and they have pushed this matter to an irreparable situation, which has caused the famous and decent people in three states and five places to be filled with righteous indignation for a while, and the rumors are like this, once they become the default in everyone's mouth, the rumors will become facts.

Moreover, the Yuanshan Sect is powerful and has many disciples, although they are all top-notch in talent, they are mixed in terms of character and conduct.

It is inevitable that some disciples are arrogant and annoying on weekdays.

Therefore, the wind blowing from the Great Wall became more and more fierce, and just when Jiang Chuyi was seriously injured by someone and hid behind the cliff gate to heal and recuperate, the strong wind in the three states and five places finally rose, and it became more and more intense, and finally it turned into a trend to overthrow the Yuanshan Sect.

In one day, most of the famous families in the five regions of Sanzhou gathered at the foot of the distant mountain, clamoring for the Yuanshan Sect to hand over the traitor Jiang Chuyi.

As a result, there was a chaos up and down the Yuanshan Sect, the flames soared into the sky, and the shouts of killing filled the heavens and the earth.

The wind blew in the distant mountains for three days and three nights, and the fire spread along the mountains, and the fire dragon swam in Nagano, making people tremble.

The woman in white stuck in front of the cliff gate, and some senior brothers came to help, but after all, they couldn't defeat this army, and the snow-white robe that symbolized the Yuanshan Sect was now completely dyed red, covered with sword marks, revealing a tragic image of flesh and blood blooming, which was shocking.

Li Hanxue has been here for three days and three nights, she has long been exhausted, the thin white sword in her hand is full of gaps, and her face is covered by blood at this moment, only a pair of autumn eyes are still clear and firm.

The open space in front of the cliff gate is very small, and it is impossible to rush up at all, so Li Hanxue's physical strength can only be consumed by wheel warfare.

The sword light suddenly lit up, and the long sword in Li Hanxue's hand wiped out a silver fox in the air, accompanied by a splash of warm blood, and there was an unbelievable expression on the skull.

And this time, it made the monks below pause for a while.

Li Hanxue gasped for breath, her figure took a few steps back, leaned her back against the stone gate, and suddenly laughed, she smiled and raised the tip of the sword to slash through the crowd below, she said slowly: "Jiang Chuyi has a sword, called 'Picking Yang', which is the best sword style in the world. ”

Most of the enemies who attacked the cliff gate were soul condensing monks, and the half-saints were all fighting against the elders of the distant mountains and other powers, so Li Hanxue would not be completely defeated.

"I also have a sword. She turned her head slightly, as if looking at the person behind the door, and said softly, "It's a pity he can't see it." ”

"The name of this sword is: Capture the Moon. ”

In an instant, the dust was agitated, there was a wind in the distance, and a wave of air spread rapidly with Li Hanxue as the center, and everyone only felt that the ground sank a little, and bursts of substantial ripples surged out, and the land cracked inch by inch.

In this wind, there is a silver glow constantly lingering, and there is a galaxy and a half moon quietly in the clear sky, falling thousands of white streamers.

This is the power of the Demi-Saint.

And as the silver glow became thicker and thicker, the incomparably sharp sword qi burst out from the woman's body, and the whole person showed a monstrous majesty, which was inviolable, and this sword qi as thick as a dragon hit the sky, which made the stars in the sky dim a little.

This kind of vision made everyone's bodies shake, and they only felt that it was not good, so they hurriedly sacrificed their magic weapon flying sword to kill Li Hanxue, and these things were all shattered by Yinhui without exception.

Suddenly, a strong aura emerged from all over the Far Mountain Sect, one by one, one by one, like a hundred birds competing towards the phoenix, wandering towards the sword qi.

Constantly a little bit of spiritual energy continued to form a line, frantically pouring into that sword qi, and gradually, faintly, the sword qi condensed into a long sword.

A groundbreaking sword.

She slowly raised her arm, and the stars hung down in the sky, lingering in white clothes, like a fairy picking up the light of the stars.

The saint who sat on the top of the Yuan Layer and looked down on the chaotic scenery of the distant mountains, sensing the power of this sword, his face changed drastically, he stretched out his hand, picked up a wisp of breeze, and with a flick of his fingers, set off a series of sonic booms and roars, enveloping, and the wind and thunder in the sky went away quickly.

This blow is the miracle of the saint.

The saint doesn't ask about earthly affairs, unless he meets another saint to make a move, and in the eyes of this saint, Li Hanxue's sword has obviously reached the threshold of the holy realm.

At the same time, this saint is inevitably a little embarrassed and happy, Jiang Chuyi and Li Hanxue, quasi-saints and semi-saints, if it weren't for today's accident, I'm afraid that the Yuanshan Sect will be even more prosperous in the future.

Picking Ye clenched his fists and watched everything happening below, he was furious, and he only felt that his head was about to crack, and he wanted to take action immediately to stop the breeze.

Chen Anzhi's eyes were already red and bloodshot, this big scene was staged in front of him, as if he had returned to the cliff gate four thousand years ago, always with his eyes closed, but that scene still clearly appeared in his mind, his palm was on the hilt of the knife, almost wanting to draw the knife, but in the end he stopped moving and stood in the air.

'Ignorance' is ignorance, ignorance. The second is obsession, like being stuck in the mud, unable to extricate itself.

If Chen Anzhi makes a move, it will inevitably be miraged, taking advantage of his infatuation, dragging him deeper into the quagmire, in the final analysis, this is actually a simple way to crack the mirage, as long as you learn to be patient, endure what ordinary people can't bear, this is good.

But how many people revisit the things they are worried about in their hearts, or anger, or joy, or thoughts, throughout the ages, who can avoid the seven emotions and six desires?

Idiocy is not only the basis of all troubles, but also the cause of heart disorders, how many peerless Tianjiao is happy and chic, and in the end it is impossible to avoid a word of idiot.

So this mirage is simple, but it's not simple.

What's more, Chen Anzhi was in retreat behind the cliff gate back then, and he had never seen it with his own eyes, but now he has this scene in his eyes, and the grief in it can be told in half a word.

The wind was unstoppable, and on top of the astonishing long sword, there was a round of crescent moon phantom shadows, and under the fierce wind, it quickly disintegrated, dissipated in the air, and turned into a silver star.

"Poof~"

The backlash of this blow made Li Hanxue's whole person like a lightning strike, and her already unbearable body completely collapsed, and her internal organs surged blood like a river and a sea, and scarlet blood gushed out of her throat instantly.

If it weren't for the fact that she barely supported her body with the tip of her sword against the ground, barely half-kneeling to support, she would have collapsed to the ground in a moment.

"Ginger... Beginning·· 1·· , Say yes · Target. Li Hanxue used all her arms with all her strength, staggered up, leaned against the wall with her endangered body, raised her head and her vision was a little cloudy, those figures were full of shadows, and vaguely, only three silver rays of light appeared, filling the world.

With the dull sound of blades cutting through flesh.

Three long swords passed through her chest, coming out of her body, glowing with a faint light, and the dark red blood slowly slid down the blade, falling on the red robe, and it was a little thicker.

The arrogant head slowly lowered, but there was an amazing sword aura rising from the cliff door behind her, the clouds and winds rose, and the snowflakes in front of her gradually turned into thick black, and the corners of her mouth hooked a smile, and those autumn eyes lost all brilliance and completely dimmed.

The extremely penetrating sword roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a beam of sword intent as thick as a dragon penetrated the heavens and the earth.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were quiet, all the people present were dry, no one dared to act rashly, and the saint sitting in the clouds felt the sword intent more clearly, and his face was replaced by solemnity.

A touch of turquoise streamer broke through the heavy sky, stirring up a thousand layers of wind, and the star light that was about to dissipate swept towards the streamer like a traction, dragging a long tail, and landed in front of the saint, followed by a young man in a white robe, he was surrounded by a majestic sword qi, snow-white and dazzling, like a white dragon surrounding, swimming rapidly.

At this moment, Chen Anzhi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the sky farther away, and his palm rested on the hilt of Mu Chun's sword.

Chen Anzhi lived for a long time.

I've seen a lot of things, and I've seen a lot of scenery.

But he never felt that he had to learn or grow because of this, and let others do what they did.

A long time ago, someone might have been able to make him obedient.

But the man had died before him again.

He just wanted to see Li Hanxue.

That's all.

Even if it's such a picture.

Now that I've seen it, why do I need to stay any longer, even if it's a penny.

Therefore, in the stunned picking of leaves, the Mu Chun sword, which was as white as jade, was slowly pulled out with a finger.