Under the cold moonlight, there was no movement in the dark Qingcheng mountain forest. The astute animals www.biquge.info the ghosts had sniffed the danger long before the ghosts came out and had fled to other places, while those who fled slowly had become sacrifices to the ghosts, their bodies cold and corpses without heat.

Tonight's arc moon is exceptionally bright, and the moonlight that shines on the earth is very clear.

There was a man walking in the vast forest.

Suddenly, he stopped.

With a slight slap of his feet, he rose into the air, and stepped on the thick trunk of a tree as if he were walking on flat ground, and he ran sideways on the trunk in a completely gravity-defying attitude.

In a few breaths, he jumped to the top of the tree.

He looked up at the moon and into the distance.

If you stand tall, you will see far away.

He saw that the blue moon was like a hook and like a sword.

The sword was vicious and disliked it very much.

So with a dark cloud between his eyebrows, he said softly: "Stop." ”

Those who are familiar with him know that he has always spoken very concisely, and almost every sentence points to the crux of the problem, and for this reason, he is nicknamed "Chrysostom Yuyan" by his disciples on the mountain, but whatever he says, he must do what he says.

When he says "stop", no matter how reluctant you are, you have to stop, and if you don't stop, then he will do everything he can to get you to stop.

It's a tongue-twisting phrase, but it's not that hard to understand.

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Qingxiazi's sword was about to pierce Song Qiu's heart, when suddenly there was a faint "stop" in the distance.

The voice is very indifferent, a little distant.

Qingxiazi could sense that this sentence was aimed at himself, and he sneered in his heart, no matter what your origin is, when you finish solving the kid in front of you, I will turn around and slaughter you, and you dare to play prestige with me in the Qingcheng Mountain Realm, I think you will live too long?

The sword in his hand did not pause and continued to stab.

A bright light flashed in Qingxiazi's eyes, which was the light reflected from the sword's body.

A sword flew from miles away.

The sword came out of its sheath, rubbing against its scabbard, making a crisp sound.

Before the sound came, the sword arrived first.

The sword body brushed the corners of Qingxiazi's robe.

The corners of the robe turned into a piece of cloth, fluttering and falling to the ground, like a wild flower that a naughty boy used to swing a wooden stick and cut off the flower pole during an outing.

Qingxiazi slammed away her sword and retreated in embarrassment.

In the face of this kind of sword that can threaten and even kill himself, he has no way not to retreat.

At this time, the sound of the sheath came slowly.

Accompanied by a long sword and a voice, another person also came to the room.

He was wearing a green shirt, shoulder-length hair, a handsome face, a dashing bearing between his eyebrows, and a sword in his hand, revealing a sense of ease.

"Jiang Fenghan, why are you here?" the black-robed man suddenly jumped out of the battle circle with Erlang God and shouted incredulously.

At this moment, Qingxiazi also understood the origin of the person in front of her.

Kunlun Heavenly Palace, the river is cold!

Thinking of this name, Qing Xiazi, who had been in charge of the Qingcheng faction for more than ten years, felt that her lips were a little dry, and she unconsciously licked her lips with her tongue.

Jiang Fenghan smiled slightly, his lips were slightly unhealthy white, and asked rhetorically, "If you are not here, where are you?"

The black-robed man was speechless, his eyes drooped, and he saw the peach talisman that Jiang Fenghan was holding in his other hand.

The peach talisman is very old, because of the age, the original color can no longer be seen, and there are a few cracks on the surface of the peach talisman.

The black-robed man stared at the peach talisman in a daze, he knew this peach talisman, he had seen this peach talisman not long ago, it was on that stone gate.

Qingxiazi saw the appearance of the black-robed man, and followed his gaze and saw the peach charm. As the proprietor of this mountain, he naturally understands where this peach talisman comes from and what it means.

His attention had been focused on Song Qiu, and he didn't notice the changes in the aura around him, but now that he reacted, he realized that the secluded aura on this mountain had unconsciously reduced by half, even if there were still some ghosts left, it was just two or three cats and dogs that couldn't set off the wind and waves, and it didn't have any impact on the general trend.

Failed.

Tonight's plan was a complete failure.

"Jiang Fenghan of the Humane Kunlun Heavenly Palace is unparalleled in his calculations, and he has no last resort, and when he sees it today, he really deserves his reputation. The black-robed man's eyes flashed with hatred, and the thousand-year-old plan of Beibi Mountain was finally destroyed by the young man from Kunlun Heavenly Palace in front of him, and it fell short.

"Prizes. Jiang Feng smiled warmly and said, "This time I went down the mountain with the other eight junior disciples in the palace, do you know why I was the only one who came to Jinguan City in the end, and where did they go?"

Jiang Fenghan's topic changed abruptly, and the corners of the black-robed man's eyes jumped, only to hear Jiang Fenghan continue: "I let them go to Beibi Mountain. ”

Jiang Fenghan's expression was faint, as if he was only telling a thing that was indifferent: "From now on, Beibi Mountain will no longer exist." ”

The black-robed man's face instantly lost its blood.

The shadow of the famous tree, the words that came out of Jiang Fenghan's mouth, no one dared not believe it, no one dared to doubt it, and no one dared to question whether it could really be done.

Therefore, Beibi Mountain probably really perished after that.

To put it mildly, an ancient immortal cultivation sect that has been inherited for thousands of years has decided the fate of destruction, this is Kunlun Heavenly Palace, this is the great disciple of Kunlun Heavenly Palace!

The black-robed man raised his head and wailed in pain, his desolate voice tearing the sky. He knew very well that this time the Beibi faction made a wrong step and lost everything, and those disciples must have only one fate, that is, they were buried with the sect. In his sorrow, there is not only a desperate cry for the tragic fate of the sect, but also a lot of other feelings, perhaps he also has a little junior sister on the north mountain that he loves and loves him deeply.

"I'm fighting with you!" The black-robed man manipulated the evil ghost, amassing the strongest strength in his life and rushing towards Jiang Fenghan.

His body was outstretched, his talons held high, and his black robe rattled fiercely in the wind brought by running, like a fierce hunting vulture.

Jiang Fenghan raised his eyebrows, and slanted out a sword, the sword aura was diffuse, and the sword pierced the chest of the black-robed man.

The black-robed man seemed to have been spelled, and the whole person stopped.

He glanced down at his chest, which was heaving sharply and beads of blood, his eyes were full of hatred, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I...... I'm not convinced...... ......"

Before the words fell, the black-robed man fell backwards, and with him collapsed, there was a majestic mountain gate that had existed for thousands of years on the Beibi Mountain, thousands of miles away.

On December 27, the eight sons of Kunlun went to Beibei, and the Beibi faction died.