True Qi swam away, and under the cyclone, the green dragon and the beetle snake were entangled, and Huo Ran a cold light surged out, shining through Lingcui Mountain.

"Feiyang, hurry up!" Ling Cuishan shouted, his left hand shook, shaking the child Ling Feiyang out of the way, raising the dragon sword, the sword aura was like a rainbow, and the light rose from the ground, turning into an endless sword wave, and the breath of the man in the skeleton mask shot out.

"Boom!"

In an instant, just like the sky collapsed, thousands of mountains and rivers collapsed in an instant, the sky swirled, the true qi was intertwined, the sword qi swam, and within the surrounding three zhang, the grass and trees were all uprooted, and the mountains and rocks were all flying sand and stones.

"Poof!" Ling Cuishan spat out a mouthful of red blood, only to hear a crisp sound of "clang" echoing in his ears, he felt a tingling in the tiger's mouth, and came back to his senses slightly, only to see that the dragon sword in his hand was actually broken.

There was a hint of gloom in his eyes, and he said to himself: "The sword is in the people, and the sword destroys the people." It's like this today, woohoo!"

But his eyes swept out, and he saw the child Ling Feiyang crashing into a stone, and he had already fainted. Although the breath in the dantian was disordered and dizzy, he was even more worried about the child Ling Feiyang, his biological son, the only flesh and blood.

He took a breath of true qi and swung the remnant sword in his hand, drawing a powerful sword qi and sweeping out. The man wearing the skull mask seemed to have been injured by the sword qi, crouched down, and vomited blood.

He didn't expect that Ling Cuishan would be able to stir up such a sword qi at the end, and in the case of a broken sword, today, he is worthy of being a unique sword god.

Ling Cuishan let out a cold low roar, flew to the side of the child Ling Feiyang, grabbed the unconscious child, and jumped up a few times, "plopping" from the quiet spring water of Youquan Village and falling into the water.

He knows the current situation too well, and only by going down the river through the secluded spring may be able to leave a way to live. In any case, he couldn't let his child Ling Feiyang's life die here, this was his only thought.

Dragging the unconscious Ling Feiyang, I don't know how long he has been swimming in the cold secluded spring, only to hear the sound of croaking on both sides of the secluded spring, all looking for the trace of Ling Cui Mountain.

The man in the skull mask roared, "Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will kill Ling Cuishan and that child." ”

Ling Cuishan's heart was cold, if he hadn't been familiar with the terrain in Youquan Village and knew how to take advantage of the topography of Youquan Village, he was afraid that he would have been caught by this group of black-clothed people.

There is another point, it is really heaven to help Ling Cuishan, that is, the night is getting thicker, even if these black-clothed people go down to the secluded spring to look for it, and want to find Ling Cuishan in the dark, it is simply wishful thinking.

Ling Cuishan shivered in the cold spring, but for the sake of his son Ling Feiyang, even if he only had one breath, he couldn't stop, otherwise, after dawn, he would be unable to fly with wings. Therefore, taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, it is the best policy to escape from Youquan Village.

Along the secluded spring, Ling Cuishan felt that his strength was decreasing little by little, and the more he got to the back, he could barely move Ling Feiyang. And Ling Feiyang was not awake, his consciousness gradually fell into a blur, but a survival instinct made him full of strength, and he didn't dare to stay for a moment and continued to move forward.

......

Yun Feiyang had already rushed out of the stone cave, and the sweat all over his body was not hot sweat, but cold sweat. This scene is as clear as yesterday, soaking in the spring for a night, if it weren't for saving himself, the sword god ...... No, then Daddy won't die!

When he came to his senses, he was already on Danfeng Mountain, and was rescued by his master's drunken guest Xie Yin back to Danfeng Mountain, but a generation of sword god Ling Cuishan, his father, passed away.

Yun Feiyang wiped a handful of cold sweat on his head, the crystal tears in his eyes blurred his vision, and he secretly mourned: "It turns out that I am not 'the wind and the clouds are flying', but my name is Ling Feiyang, the sword god Ling Cuishan is my father, and those men in black killed my father, the green dragon and the beetle snake...... They're from the Dragon Snake Sect?"

"No, I'm Yun Feiyang, I'm not Ling Feiyang, that's a dream, that has nothing to do with me, I'm Yun Feiyang!" Yun Feiyang couldn't believe that all this was his past, it turned out that the Dragon Yin Sword was broken by the true qi of the Green Dragon Snake, then, this kind of martial arts can be seen to be extremely vicious.

Because the Dragon Yin Sword was a divine weapon left over from ancient times, how could it be easily broken, and the man in the skull mask actually shattered it with his true qi.

Who is he? Why is he wearing a skull mask? Vaguely, there is a man in black with a dragon's head cane, he is the old man he met in Cangmang Mountain, the Hidden Dragon? So if you want to find the great enemy who killed your father, the Hidden Dragon and Clairian are the only clues.

When they were in Cangmang Mountain, could the Venerable mentioned in their mouths be the great enemy? Yun Feiyang brushed all this in his mind, but he was repulsed in his heart, he didn't want to be the son of the sword god Ling Cuishan, he was still willing to be a carefree Yun Feiyang.

The shackles of fate were invisibly put on his body, so that he could no longer get rid of the shackles.

"Brother Feiyang is gone!" When Chu Wuji and Xiao Jin followed and walked out of the stone cave, they saw Xiao Xiang squatting on the ground limply, dazed, choking back tears, and sad.

Chu Wuji looked around, only to see that one of the four horses pulling the cart was missing, and the sound of horses' hooves that he heard gradually moving away echoed in the mountain stream, he seemed to understand everything, and he fell into confusion again.

"Engong, do you know why he reacted so much when this cloud was flying?" Xiao Jin was puzzled, stared at Chu Wuji, and asked suspiciously.

Chu Wuji was silently puzzled, shook his head, sighed, and sighed for a long time before muttering: "It's probably because he remembered some secret that shouldn't be known! I heard that this sword is related to the mystery of his life experience, could it be that he is really the son of the sword god Ling Cuishan?"

Xiao Jin pondered for a while, and pondered, "The Dragon Yin Sword has been cut off by something, it's a pity that the ancient gods." ”

"Brother Xiao, you are known as a sword-forging maniac, and the Xiao clan's sword-casting skills are the best in the world, don't you have a method of recasting?" Chu Wuji suddenly asked.

Xiao Jin groaned slightly, "I don't dare to say that there is a perfect method at the moment, but I am obsessed with swords, and I want to give it a try." ”

Chu Wuji looked at the verdant mountains and nodded, "Let Yun Feiyang be quiet, but what we can do is to help him reforge the Dragon Yin Sword, and then bring it back to his hands and let him regain his strength." ”

"What Engong said is very true, Yun Feiyang is the benefactor who saved Xiang'er, this favor, I should do my best to learn all my life, and I also want to reforge the dragon sword. Xiao Jin is also resolute.

However, Xiao Xiang suddenly asked, "Dad, do you think Brother Feiyang can't think about it?"

Without waiting for Xiao Jin to speak, Chu Wuji sighed again: "I hope he can calm down, regain the Dragon Yin Sword, and take revenge." ”