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One sword is a sword, ten thousand swords are a forest, and in the sword forest, the silver hair of the old man wearing a sheepskin coat flashed with the water vapor that had been contaminated by the rain and fog before, and was reflected by the sword light, which looked a little dazzling and dazzling.

This gift from Jiang Fenghan has his unique and distinctive characteristics - no last resort.

Countless swords stabbed from every imaginable angle, there were no dead ends, no gaps, and the three old men moved or didn't move, and the end could only be stabbed into a sieve.

The old man Sandou also seemed to have understood this truth, he didn't move, but the sheepskin coat on his body moved.

The sheepskin coat is like a golden cicada that has faded its own body, and naturally peels off from the body of the old man Sandou.

The swords pierced through the thick sheepskin robes with a sneering sound.

The sheepskin coat only blocked those swords for a breath, and in the next second, those swords easily penetrated the leather coat and stabbed towards the old man of Sandou.

But that is enough time for this breath.

Because of this slight barrier, there was a hole in the originally dense sword forest.

Between swords and swords, there was an extra lag of less than a centimeter.

The appearance of the loophole means that the sword forest is no longer invulnerable and has nowhere to hide, the cloudy yellow eyes of the old man of Sandou shot out a dazzling light like the sun, and his rickety figure suddenly floated, following this imperceptible stagnation, and instantly escaped from the encirclement of the sword forest.

There were several bloody cuts on his arms, tears and blood on his feet, and even his face was cut from left to right, with a long wound on his eyebrows.

This is the price paid by the old man of Sandou to escape from the sword forest.

And these are only visible injuries on the surface, and the injuries inside the old man must be even more serious.

Because he just looked indifferently at the direction in which Jiang Fenghan fled, and did not choose to continue the pursuit.

The sound of "ticking", "ticking" and the sound of rain became one, and fell on the ears of the old man Sandou, and he suddenly had a grotesque idea, feeling that it seemed that the footsteps of death were approaching.

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Because of the indelible doubt in his heart, Song Qiu began to seriously think about the source of all problems. He has always believed that only by going back to the original source of things can he discover the truths hidden in the dark that are not easy to be detected.

"You say, what is Zhang Xuanzong doing this for? So many heads and elders are just to besiege and kill a few of our young juniors? Is it worth it?" Song Qiu frowned and asked puzzledly.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it. Jian Hongyu smiled lightly and said: "We are dead, it means that in the same era as him, there will never be an immortal cultivator who can compare with him, he is still very young, and when he grows up with enough time, the older generation has fallen, and the immortal cultivation world in Huaxia has not let him speak?"

Although this explanation makes sense, Song Qiu always feels that the persuasiveness is not too strong, and he vaguely feels that Zhang Xuanzong is so anxious, maybe there is his own reason in it, especially Zhang Xuanzong also specially ordered to leave his life.

Could it be that Zhang Xuanzong knew his relationship with the immortals?

No, it shouldn't be.

Song Qiu shook his head and ruled out this idea again, if he really knew, how could he dare to attack himself?

Maybe it's because I feel like I've got the treasure exercises left by the gods, right?

Song Qiu guessed so.

"If it is said that it is a man-made conspiracy for us to be teleported to this world that is suspected of being Inner Penglai, then according to this logic, the force that set the trap must not be either of your 'Five Uniques' and Zhang Xuanzong, and his purpose may be to exterminate everyone here, and use this to provoke a war that will affect the entire Huaxia Immortal Cultivation Realm?"

Speaking of this, Song Qiu suddenly took a deep breath, stared at Jian Hongyu's beautiful face and said, "If you think so, is it possible that this force behind it is not a local force in Huaxia?"

Jian Hongyu was stunned, thought for a while, and said, "What you said is not impossible. I never imagined this possibility, but when I think about it, it's not a small possibility. ”

Song Qiu was about to carefully discuss with Jian Hongyu where there were still powerful immortal cultivation forces in the world, and the Huaxia Immortal Cultivation Realm was the enemy, when suddenly a light in the distance illuminated half of the sky, and a sharp sound sounded in his ears.

It was the sound of a long sword breaking through the air.

Along with the long sword, there was also the figure of Han Qi.

"Eighth Senior Brother!" Han Qi stumbled from a distance, looking at the corpse of the man in green shirts, and shouted mournfully.

Song Qiu was a little surprised, this world doesn't seem small, how could there be three people here in such a short period of time?

Jian Hongyu saw the doubts in Song Qiu's heart, and took the initiative to answer: "Their important disciples of Kunlun Heavenly Palace all carry a piece of Taishang Tracing Jade with them, and they can sense the mutual distance between the same door, especially when something happens to the same door, they can sense the life and death of the same door. Han Qi must have sensed this person's death, so he hurried over, presumably there would be other disciples of the Kunlun Heavenly Palace coming one after another. ”

Han Qi knelt on the ground, kneeling on the dead man in green shirt with a sad face, looking at the obvious red mark on his finger on his neck, he turned his head and glared at the two of them and shouted, "How did my eighth senior brother die?"

Song Qiu carefully explained what happened to Han Qizai at that time, and after Han Qi heard it, he roared angrily: "Why didn't you save him at that time? The two divine weapons in your hand, using either one, can easily save him, why didn't you take action at that time!"

Song Qiu knew that Han Qi was saddened by the death of his senior brother, and his emotions were a little out of control for a while, and he didn't want to argue with him, so he just explained calmly: "The middle hand of the bronze mirror was too fast and too ruthless, I wanted to rescue at that time, but it was too late." ”

"Too late, too late!" Han Qi sneered strangely, not believing Song Qiu's explanation at all.

"If you don't believe me, then I can't do anything. Song Qiu frowned and said, he felt that this person did not distinguish the priorities of the matter, and the immediate priority was how to get out of this dangerous world, but he was still catching himself and tearing up other things.

"Senior Brother Han, our top priority at the moment is to discuss how to leave this world first, and let's talk about other things later, right?" Jian Hongyu couldn't look at it, and stood up and said.

"What if I say no?" Han Qi's expression was very cold, he stood up, and said with a cold eyebrow: "I know your intentions, don't you just want to rely on the strength of our Kunlun Heavenly Palace to leave here?" Let me tell you, if you don't make this matter clear, don't think about leaving either of you!"