Dongfang Zi said contemptuously: "Is it your share of speaking here?"

When the Luoxiao Pavilion Lord heard this, he also replied without saving face: "The facts I said, why can't the Dongfang Sect Master do this? Do you still want to use your Dongfang family to suppress my Fengming Pavilion?"

"Suppress you, suppress you Fengming Pavilion, what's wrong with suppressing you? Don't forget that your Fengming Pavilion is under the Dongfang family, that is, a fart. What's the matter? With the support of other mountains, the cow is bombarding you?" Dongfang Zi did not give in, he was really not stingy when he spoke, showing a very domineering posture everywhere, which seemed incompatible with the purple clothes he was wearing, where was there still a little literacy and elegance?

The lord of Luoxiao Pavilion is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he sneered at each other: "Even if your Dongfang family wants to suppress me, then you have to ask the king of the Tang Empire?

"That's a beautiful point, so may I ask about the whereabouts of the Feng Wu Sword? Wasn't it lost when your ancestor was born? If you lose the sword, what qualifications do you have to speak here?"

"Are you ......" The Lord of Luoxiao Pavilion was speechless, whether he lost it or not, only he knew it, but how could he explain?

You must know that the four swords of the dragon, the phoenix dance, the beast Teng, and the Son of Heaven have an inseparable relationship with our four famous families. Dongfang Zi continued.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the mad pen scholar poured a cold on him.

The mad pen scholar said: "That was in the past, before the four famous families rebelled. After that, I'll have the final say, is it possible that you want to break the contract or repay the debt?"

After speaking, his eyes swept across the audience sharply, and finally stopped on Dongfang Zi's face and asked, "Dongfang Sect Master, is this here to recapture the Dragon Sword?"

Dongfang Zi replied: "You Ming, the master of the Dragon Pavilion, is dead, and he is no longer able to protect the Dragon Sword, the Dragon Sword is already a sacred relic of my ancestors, and it is natural to take it back." ”

Dongfang Youlong Sword, Nangong Beast Teng Sword, Gu Liang Feng Wu Sword, Bai Ming Tianzi Sword, these four swords are the world's first artifact master Sun Yi cast, the four swords are cast at the time of casting, the Sword of Heaven drinks the sword with the blood of the emperor, the Dragon Sword feeds the sword with the blood of the dragon, and the Phoenix Dance Sword moistens the sword with the blood of the fire phoenix, and is guarded by your three major families, but because you Dongfang and the Bai Ming family have their own thoughts, they have been fighting openly and secretly for many years, and they have ill intentions.

Sure enough, the two of you finally failed to abide by your duties, sent trouble to Luoyang City, and also pulled the Guliang family into the water, and suppressed it by my other mountain, so as to keep your family immortal and let it live in seclusion in the mountains.

After the artifact master Sun was worried that the sword holding by you was not conducive to the prosperity of my Tang Empire, before he died, the beast Teng sword was given to the Nangong family, and the other three swords were sealed, the beast could not be released, the three swords disappeared without a trace, so many years, the beast Teng sword disappeared with Nangong Ziyan's predecessors, and no one knew its whereabouts.

Now that the Beast Teng Sword is red and light soaring into the sky, presumably the major famous families already know that the Beast Teng has come out, and as soon as the Beast Teng Sword comes out, can't you sit still?"

After speaking, the mad pen scholar paused, and without waiting for an answer, he said again: "The old man didn't want to mention this long-term thing, but he didn't expect that the four famous families gathered in this Dragon Villa today, it seems that they ignore my reputation as another mountain?"

There is an indescribable majesty in the words of the mad pen scholar, and it is loud and loud.

As soon as he finished speaking, the master of the Nangong Gate dressed in white took over and said: "What the old gentleman said is true, this time the Nangong family knew that the Beast Teng Sword came out, and received a secret order to come to Youlong Villa, and they didn't want to disobey other mountains, they just wanted to use the Youlong Sword to find out, don't misunderstand!"

The master of the Guliang Sect immediately said: "We are all ordered to come, the emperor has an order, and I dare not disobey!

"Whose holy will is it, what is the holy will?" When he said this, the mad pen scholar actually knew in his heart! The imperial city had changed. He asked this on purpose, just to confirm his thoughts.

Although the emperor Li Hao looked a little dull, he was not enough to give such a ridiculous secret order.

"Holy today!" replied the middle-aged man in black, who had not spoken.

The mad pen scholar was stunned for a moment and asked, "What is the holy will?"

"You Dragon Sword out, look for the four swords to return to their places!" said the White Underworld Sect.

"In that case, it is inconvenient for me to intervene! Beshan has not interfered in the decision-making of the government since ancient times, except for the requirements of the saints, take their leave!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward and was about to leave, but he was stopped by Dongfang Zi arrogantly.

Dongfang Zi said: "Mr. stay! Words to explain, the four swords are indeed my four famous ancestors, after the death of Sun Wei, these four swords by the rune master Li Chengxian skillfully used, become the four sharp blades to protect my Tang Empire, last night we received the emperor Li Hao's imperial order, go to the Dragon Pavilion, the ambition is to get this Dragon Sword, but also afraid that people with a heart will take advantage of this to make a fuss, and damage the millennium of my Tang Empire. ”

When the mad pen scholar heard this, his brows furrowed, and he immediately said: "Since it is an order, I will not stop it, and presumably the four famous sects will not stop my disciples from leaving here, right?"

"Of course!"

"Of course!"

"Not so much, of course!"

This voice was strong and powerful, and it made the inside of the Dragon Pavilion buzz, and it actually came from the top of the tower in the Dragon Pavilion.

When they searched for prestige, they saw an unkempt and dirty old man, dressed in tattered clothes, rushing down from the top of the tower, and his body suddenly stopped when he was less than three feet above the ground.

Everyone looked at it, and they couldn't see the old man's age, but he could only use a simple word "very old" to describe it, and there was a white rope hanging from his back from the top, and he looked at everyone with a smile and was silent.

"Who are you?" Nangong Gate Master asked curiously when he saw the old man using a rope to make a fool of himself.

The old man said with a smile on his face: "Can you manage it? Look at what you are wearing? ”

"You!"

"What am I, what are you, what are you? I'm going to die anyway, what's the hurry?"

After speaking, the old man stared at Nangong Bai for a while, but with just one glance, the master of Nangong Gate was actually frightened into a cold sweat and took a few steps back.

No one knew what was going on, the mad pen scholar kept his head down, and from the moment the old man's voice came, he had been silent, thinking about something, and his eyes would glance at the old man from time to time.

The old man still looked at the crowd with a smile: "The old boy heard that fireworks can be set off here? Very big fireworks, very beautiful, very loud! So I came, I don't know if these fireworks are good, can they up? No, it will blow you up." ”

After saying that, he kept smirking "hey, hey, hey", like a demented child.

Everyone didn't know what to say, looked at the old man, the old man stretched out two fingers like scissors and cut, the rope was broken, the old man slowly fell to the ground, and everyone looked at him, extremely nervous.

The air suddenly filled the air with a pungent smell of sulfur, accompanied by the sound of "...... bang".

An inexplicable panic crept into everyone's hearts, and their eyes were still fixed on the old man, for fear that if the old man made any moves, he would die on the spot, but he ignored the rope that should be paid the most attention......

Only the mad pen scholar looked calm, and suddenly his eyes were like torches, and the golden pen that had been hidden in his sleeve quietly came out and flew towards the rope above the old man's head......

The old man seemed to have expected it, and unhurriedly ripped off the torn corners of his clothes, and flicked it into the air, making a crisp sound of "clanging", and the gold pen in the sleeve of the crazy pen scholar was swung open, drawing irregular golden arcs in the air.

Everyone looked up and couldn't help but shout: "Ah!

"Fools, it's too late!" said the old man jokingly.

There was a commotion in the crowd suddenly, looking at this originally inconspicuous rope, it turned out to be a line of fire, burning at this time, emitting green smoke, rushing towards the top of the attic in the air, and everyone was powerless for a while.

Fools all know what is about to happen, a few cowardly, pull their legs and rush towards the gate of Youlong Pavilion, who expected that the small piece of cloth in the air suddenly exploded, flying towards a few people, and instantly there was a scream and the sound of falling to the ground.

The message of death spreads quickly, and there is no way to escape, and there is nothing that can be done, and this scene of waiting for death is terrifying......

Some people have even begun to weaken their legs, tremble non-stop, and are paralyzed on the ground. The bolder masters of the four famous sects and the masters of the Luoxiao Pavilion and others could only look left and right, and after the golden pen that was swung away drew the last arc in the air, it shot towards the mad pen scholar like an arrow off the string......

"It's over, it's over!"

"Where is this viewing dragon sword, the royal secret order turned out to be that I was sent to death by the four famous families......

"The crazy scholars of other mountains are not the opponents of this broken old man, it's over, it's over, we're all going to die......"

The weak are so strange, when they can't do anything, they always pin their hopes on the strong.

Everyone stood, their eyes widened, and they saw that the golden brush had stayed at the center of the eyebrows of the mad pen scholar, shaking constantly, making a "buzzing" sound, which came into the ears, making people feel pain.

Even some cultivators in the Immeasurable Realm were already holding their heads in their hands and letting out unbearable screams of pain......

The mad pen scholar looked solemn, he stretched out his hands with difficulty, only to see the vitality of heaven and earth constantly converging from the palm of his hand, passing through the sea of snow mountain qi, and layers of white mist rose around his body, and the white mist rose to the center of his eyebrows, quickly condensed into ice, blocking the golden pen that had been trying to pierce him.

It was too late, it was fast, and suddenly the mad pen scholar was short, his body was twisted like a snake, and he went around to the back of the golden pen, and suddenly grabbed it, and the golden pen was held in his hand, and he threw it casually, and the golden pen shot away towards the burning fire line in the air again......

"Yes, the disciples of other mountains have some ability, but what's the use of this?" The old man in tattered clothes once again tore off a few rags on his body as he spoke, and threw them in the direction of the golden pen flying towards the line of fire, the rags were like pieces of rusty scrap iron in the air, and shot at the golden pen thrown by the mad pen scholar, the speed was staggering, and at the position of about a foot above the burning section of the golden pen about to cut off the line of fire, suddenly these pieces of rags exploded instantly, trapping the gold pen in the sleeve, and the line of fire burned in an instant, and then rushed towards the top of the Dragon Pavilion.

Seeing this, in the crowd, Nangong Bai and Gu Lianglan suddenly moved, only to see the two of them throw the long swords in their hands at the still burning line of fire, the two swords are like swimming dragons, the trajectory is unpredictable, and they are also aimed at the direction of the line of fire that is about to go up.

When everyone looked at the two swords with hope again, a strange scene happened, Dongfang Zi suddenly exerted his strength, exerted his speed to the extreme, and quickly slapped a palm towards the two masters of the flying sword, this palm was fierce, with a whistling sound in the chest of the two door masters, and the two of them were caught off guard and blood gushed in their mouths.

"You...... Oriental Purple ......"

Dongfang Zishi didn't hear it, and in a flash, he crossed behind the old man in rags, bowed his head and said, "Senior, go!"

The old man in ragged clothes nodded, immediately shouted, retracted his mental power, and no longer cared about the golden pen that was still dancing in the air, and shook the clothes on his upper body to scatter, and the scattered cloth at the corners of his clothes was like a dagger flying towards everyone, and he wailed again and again in an instant.

Seeing this, the mad pen scholar hurriedly called it a day to defend, but it was still a step too late, and countless fragments with a strong wind struck him around him, which was already unavoidable, unstoppable, and the mad pen scholar simply did not block or avoid, raised his head, moved his hands quickly, and said: "Senior sister, go! Take them away quickly, don't conflict with this broken face." ”

Yan Feiyan was stunned, and immediately understood, no longer stopped, pulled up You Xiaoyou, Qin Mei'er and the two flashed out, and Leng Yue quickly followed......

Seeing this, the mad pen scholar couldn't care about the blood that was already full of blood, and the vitality of heaven and earth instantly converged, and a rock mass like ice quickly formed in the place where the attic looked, accumulating thicker and thicker...... Then he used his feet hard and dragged his hands upward, and the ice slowly rose towards the top of the Dragon Pavilion.

Looking up, the tumbling heat wave was accompanied by a loud "boom......