The bright sword rests, the white porcelain is broken, and the dark sword is rising.

It is a dusty sword, silent, a sword piercing the heart and killing you...

surprise

was so frightened that he didn't dare to make a sound.

Today, there are indeed too many amazing things...

And this raid and killing sword is even more terrifying, and my heart is cold.

Such a highly respected Pure Yang Sword Protector has reached the peak of the Apocalypse. He actually attacked and killed an out-of-body junior in broad daylight, completely ignoring the morality of the rivers and lakes, and using thunderous means to attack and kill an out-of-body junior.

This is no longer brazen or insidious and indecent.

A strange wind rises...

A green shirt trembled slightly, oozing blood, fluttering.

The silver sword was inserted in Xia Xun's chest, and a life was dissipating...

"Crazy... Son..."Xia Xun reluctantly smiled, and lightly spit out two words, his eyes not only trembled, but his snort became weaker and weaker...

The long-eyebrow old dao couldn't help but be surprised in his eyes, and cruelly curled the corners of his mouth slightly: "Sure enough, it's covering the sky, and it's really sealed by Xia Yin..."

"Bastard!!"

Mo Xian couldn't help but roar madly.

But he didn't dare to make a move, because he was afraid that the silver sword inserted in Xia Xun's heart would suddenly stir.

The wind between the halls became a little stronger, blowing towards the crowd in the right hall...

The bloodthirsty silver sword trembled slightly...

"Where's the sword soul...?"

The expression of the elder with long eyebrows suddenly looked confused.

"One... Crowd madness... Xia Xun's voice was as thin as a mosquito fly, his anger was about to be exhausted, and his feet were weak...

"Why not...", the elder elder elder muttered to himself as if no one was around.

The wind is getting stronger,

The snow falls in all directions, and it also gathers with the wind...

The wound pierced by the silver sword faintly emitted a few wisps of red light, which was very weird.

"What is it that covers the sky...?" said the elder with long eyebrows, a little surprised.

It was clear that what was under the hood was not what he was looking for, and he didn't seem to recognize what it was.

More and more red rays are emitting, and it is spreading...

"Protector Xu, something is wrong...", a Taoist who was standing slightly in front of him reminded.

The stunned people gradually came back to their senses. I also found out one after another, things don't seem to be normal...

Because the snow around Xia Xun is melting rapidly, the air near Xia Xun has become much thinner as the red mangs spread.

The elder of the long eyebrows was a little hesitant, he was surprised and puzzled, and looked at the red light that came out: "What the hell is it..."

"Tengten..."

As he pondered, the wind and snow surged rapidly.

"That's not right..."

The wound pierced by the silver sword suddenly burst out with thousands of strange red rays, and with thousands of terrifying aura, it spread outward fiercely...

The elder Dao with long eyebrows was suddenly startled, and his eyes widened. It seems to see some jealous horror picture...

"Hurry back!"

He didn't hesitate any longer, shouted loudly, and directly pulled out the silver sword and retreated violently.

"Tengten..."

The silver sword was drawn, and Xia Xun fell to the ground...

Thousands of red rays burst out of the wound in vain with an endless terrifying aura. In an instant, Xia Xun's surroundings were like thousands of tigers coming out of their cages, rushing around furiously to grab food. The breath passed through a strange crimson shroud, the ice and snow turned into white mist, the vitality of heaven and earth was swallowed up in an instant, and even the iron sword blade showed signs of rust...

"What is this?"

"Hurry back!"

“......”

The closest Pure Yang disciples were the first to exclaim.

They hadn't had time to comprehend the meaning of Old Elder Changmei's words. The furious red rays had already swept away, and the endless terrifying blood qi surged and entangled, frantically devouring their breath of life.

"Retreat!" "Go!"

“......”

"Retreat!"

In an instant, thousands of Pure Yang disciples retreated violently

It's horrible!

No one knows what it is. No one has ever heard that there is still a bloodline breath in this world that can devour the vitality of all things. Although it only emanates from a young man who is out of the body realm, as long as it is entangled by these breaths, whether it is flowers and trees, or the power of the king, any living creature with a trace of vitality, it will be devoured unmistakable.

It's like a beast that has been sealed for thousands of years, and once it comes out of the cage, it will devour the heavens and the earth...

It's so weird... Whoever encounters such a thing can only retreat and wait and see what happens...

but

Mo Xian didn't leave...

He just pondered for a moment, then filled up his whole body's qi, forcibly resisted the devouring of the terrifying aura around him, and went to carry Xia Xun on his back.

The moment he touched Xia Xun's skin, he knew that Xia Xun's life was dead. But he still chose it. Because, the only way he can think of now is to bring Xia Xun back to Qixing to find Lu Suifeng.

Although, he didn't know if he would be able to return to the Seven Stars before his life was devoured......

"Put him down..."

The terrifying blood qi had spread to a radius of hundreds of zhang, and within the coverage of this red mang, except for Mo Xian, there was only that Cao Pavilion Lord left. He's also forcibly releasing his breath to resist...

“......”

Mo Xian paused, and did not move.

"Even if you consume yourself, you won't be able to bring him back to the Seven Star Courtyard. You can only trust me..."Pavilion Lord Cao continued.

Mo Xian hesitated a little, and turned his head to look at Pavilion Master Cao suspiciously...

He knew that what this pavilion master said was right, with his realm cultivation, he was afraid that he would fall down in less time than half a stick of incense. But he can't trust this pavilion master, after all, he represents Wentian...

"You're wasting his time, and you have no choice but to trust me right now. ”

The purple light on the Cao Pavilion Lord was already a little weaker than before. Seeing that Mo Xian had not moved for a long time, he began to become a little anxious

“......”

Endless terrifying blood surged and cannibalized between the two...

"Well..."

Mo Xian's expression was solemn, he carefully put Xia Xun on the ground, and slowly retreated outside the red mang...

In just a few sentences, it takes only a dozen breaths before and after. The terrifying blood qi had spread three hundred feet away.

The girl in the right hall had already been escorted away. The incense in the hall was extinguished, and the red light that diffused shrouded the statue of Sanqing in the center, which looked extremely strange. The bodies of those disciples who had died in the previous battle had turned to ash and scattered at some point, leaving only some belongings scattered around the square...

Outside the red mang, thousands of silver swords were uneasy, and the Taoists of the two halls in the northeast watched cautiously at the source of the gushing red mang. The long-eyed elder clenched the dusty silver sword, faintly emitting a glow, as if he was waiting for something...

As Mo Xian walked away, in the area covered by this red mang, except for the pavilion master, there was no longer a single piece of falling snow and a little bit of life.

"I hope your life is really hard enough..."

At the same time, Lord Cao Ge muttered to himself, and slowly raised the ink jade bamboo slip in his hand...

"Sacrifice!" he shouted, and the bamboo slip was raised upward.

Jane's purple light suddenly burst into flames, and the light was dazzling, turning into a small purple sun.

"Return to the building!"

The road order falls, and thousands of purple gases flow from west to east, turning rainbows into surges!

Just a few breaths, the phantom of the hundred-zhang tall Jinglou was condensed by endless purple rays, hanging in the air, and the light was endless.

"Town!" Cao Ge Lord Zhu Jian pointed down, drank again, and at the same time retreated a hundred feet in an instant.

"Boom!" the shadow of the building slammed down.

"Knock knock..."

The phantom of hundreds of zhang of Jinglou instantly suppressed all the terrifying blood qi here, and at the same time condensed inward. The ferocious aura that was firmly trapped suddenly danced like a group of demons, kicking wildly in the scripture building, violently hitting the purple mang barrier.

"It seems that the old man who asked the sky has already made a choice," a white-haired Taoist standing at the front of Zuo Hall whispered.

Elder Changmei said: "It's okay, the ancestor has already planned..."

“......”

As the space inside the phantom became narrower and narrower, the blood and qi in the building were condensed into a basin of ink-like blood, which became no longer violent, and began to gradually blend with each other...

That's it!

"Instantly" The Cao Pavilion Lord suddenly jumped up, holding high the little sun-like ink jade bamboo slip, and flew towards Xia Xun.

"Feng" groaned, and the bamboo slip was sacrificed in the air.

"Sha..."The bamboo slips were sacrificed into the scripture building, arousing a dazzling bright light, and the entire Pure Yang Dojo suddenly shone like a purple gem.

"Instantaneous"

Bright light comes and goes quickly. It only flickered a few times, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xia Xun,

Or lying quietly in front of the right nave, not breathing...

The green shirt on his chest had been shredded, and a slap-sized laceration was revealed in his heart. Purple light enveloped a viscous blood-red aura, wriggling and struggling within the laceration.

There was no life in a radius of hundreds of feet, and there was a dead silence

For a long time......

The snowflakes seemed to be frightened by the raging blood qi that had just been raging, and they swayed in the air. There was no trace of aura in the air here, and the heavy death intent was suffocating.

A hundred and ten dull broken swords shattered to the ground, and some rags rose and fell in the wind. No matter how you look at it, it's all a desolate scene...

"What is sealed in this kid's body?

"It's not like it's a sign of the bloodline awakening of the eternal power, I feel more like an ancient demon god hiding inside."

"How did Xia Yin do it......"

On the edge of the field, those embarrassed Daoists were obviously frightened by the terrifying aura in Xia Xun's body.

"Xu Protector, isn't the thing that covers the heavens and seals the sword soul?" asked a middle-aged Taoist.

The elder Dao of the long eyebrows, who was holding a silver whisk, was also worried, and the things in Xia Xun's body seemed to be very unexpected to him: "It's not a sword soul, it's a human soul." I'm afraid that if you really respect the Ancient Demon God, it's only a few points worse than the Sword Soul..."

"Xia Yin, this old fox, what the hell is he thinking? It took so much effort to seal it, but let him come out and break in at will......"

The middle-aged Taoist wondered: "Will the sword soul still be in the Seven Star Academy..."

"It should still be in that hand..."The elder elder looked at Xia Xun's body, squinted his eyes, and slowly drooped the dust in his hand: "Or in the middle of this kid's body..."

"Wow..."

Mo Xian suddenly lifted the heavy sword, separated by three hundred zhang, and pointed at the east.

"Puffy..."

Hundreds of golden lights bloom in the south, and hundreds of bamboo slips are sacrificed.

A sturdy gold-armored man, holding a knife in his right hand, pointed at the elder with his left hand and said: "It's good to say that you are also a famous and decent family, why do you do some obscene things such as sneak attacks and dogs? Isn't there a shame in it?..."

The elder of the long eyebrows had a gloomy face and looked at the golden armor man who spoke: "We just want to get back one piece, the heavy treasure in the door that was stolen by the thieves back then, how can it be damaged..."

"Hey..."

The Lord of the Cao Pavilion sighed helplessly: "He is right, there are many crazy people on Xianxing Mountain..."

"If the sword soul is really on him, how can Seven Stars let him out?

"Cao Renxuan!"

The pain point of the elder elder of the long eyebrows was said, and he couldn't help but be annoyed and angry, and shouted: "It's about the prosperity and decline of pure yang, if you are gaining an inch! Be careful to bring the disaster of destroying the door to Wentian!"

Pavilion Master Cao still didn't look at the elder elder Dao like the previous times.

He stopped and lifted Xia Xun, looked at the gate of the right hall and continued: "Brother Qingfeng... Wentian is just a place to educate and educate people, and the major events between the rivers and lakes have never had anything to do with us. Besides, this is your pure yang internal matter, and I shouldn't have said much. But Xia Xun's sword, sooner or later, someone will go to the immortal line to get it back for him, so you can do it yourself..."

It's very tactful, but it's also very direct to show the position of asking the sky, and at the same time implies a threat...

Asking the sky is the holy land of educating people in the east, and the peach and plum are all over the world. Although it is inferior to the eleventh or twelfth of the Pure Yang Dao in terms of force, if it really provokes a war, it will have to face the condemnation and pendencies of the Confucian scholars in the world. And the consequences of this are something that anyone has to weigh...

Standing in the middle of the main hall, Lao Dao waved his palm two steps forward, and said ashamedly: "Let's go... Today's matter, another day on the Yueyang Tower, I will punish myself and make amends"

"Shu Qingfeng, you have to pay attention to your identity when you speak...", the elder elder of the long eyebrows shouted angrily.

In the middle of the old way, he glanced away a contemptuous gaze: "This is Yueyang Fenguan, not the Xianxing Mountain Range..."

"You ..."

The elder of the long eyebrows suddenly became angry, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Very good... I'll see how you end!"

The old man in the center stroked the corners of his mouth, did not speak again, and continued to wave his hand towards the right hall, signaling to send off the guests.

His intentions and position are already obvious. He, like the Lord of the Cao Pavilion, didn't seem to be afraid of the elder Dao at all, and between his gestures and words, there was a hint of targeting everywhere.

The Cao Pavilion Lord didn't bother to ramble any more, so he drank directly. carried Xia Xun into an afterimage streamer and went west...

"In an instant...", hundreds of people asked the heavens, and they also left quickly with their hind feet.

"Little friend Mo Xian, let's go too," a gold-armored man said to Mo Xian.

Mo Xian was a little unwilling, but at this time, the gaffe was not something he could shake, so he could only nod slightly, follow the footsteps of his predecessors, and leave quickly.

"In an instant..."After asking the heavens, hundreds of golden remnants also disappeared on the stone path to the south...

At the end of the song, the people are scattered, and the fighting spirit is a little less...

At this time, the snowflakes in the sky dared to tremble and slowly fall, and then let the eight-hundred-zhang dojo be paved with silver.

When all the outsiders were gone, the insiders who stayed behind seemed very angry. The aura of the two opposing forces clearly appeared in front of the two main halls in the northeast, center and left.

"It's a good Yueyang view, I want to see how you explain to the Heavenly Master," Changmei said elder, mocking in a weird manner.

"Confess what?"

"Hmph! Pure Yang Palace does things, and it is not the turn of a distinction to point fingers!"

The old Taoist in the center of the main hall has a flat expression, which makes people unable to see joy and anger. He looked up at the sky, smiling slightly, as if he had been happy in the morning.

"Really?..."

“......”

The war on the stairs is just a dispute among the elders, and it has nothing to do with those juniors, it's a matter of level...

As the hundreds of intruders retreated, the remaining thousands of silver swords scattered one after another supporting each other, and several disciples packed up the clothes and broken swords scattered on the ground with sadness.

When people die and their bodies are gone, they always have to erect a well-dressed grave for those who have died, so that their relatives can miss them. As for whether there will be anyone to avenge them or something in the future, it is unknown...

The wind is sluggish...

Chang Le dragged his body and walked with difficulty into the stone road down the mountain in the south.

No one stopped them, and no one helped them......

No matter who you are, looking at the back of this bleak departure, you can really feel the sadness and desolation.

The elder brother is like a father, and the family affection is like a mountain. For a small opportunity for his sister to set up a game, the elder brother did not hesitate to step on the snow to find injuries, and ate two swords and seriously injured two people. In order to help his sister bury and kill Xia Xun and the two who broke the game, he still held his sword in front of the palace for a whole day despite being seriously injured.

In the end, his own sister regarded him as an abandoned son and let him be slaughtered for an excuse to stir up the smoke.

Anyone who encounters such a thing will die of heart...

Pure Yang to the west, on the road in the city.

The remnants of the hundred and ten who had just left in a hurry were moving in the wind on the street...

"If your heart is broken, your dean can't save it. I can only take him up the mountain..."