Gunsmoke and flames spread all over the Huayang Mountain, and the magnificent mountain gate also had a little blue and black in the smoke. The sharp sound of the intersection of gold and stone was accompanied by the agitation of Yuanliu mana, and every inch of land and every inch of air was smeared with the mark of slaughter and terror.

From his immature face and slender limbs, it can be seen that he must be a disciple who has not been a beginner for a long time, but he knew that he was invincible but did not retreat, until he died, he leaned against the mountain gate behind him, covering the same door as the teacher and the teacher, and believed in the holy land.

It's terrible!

Looking at such a fresh corpse with a temperature, countless blood-red demon descendants swarmed one after another, pushing and shoving to divide the sweet flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, this piece of Shura's hellish miserable scene was actually less than a hundred years after Yuanchen Sanren Immortal went away, and he came to Huayang Holy Mountain, the leader of the Central Plains Immortal Family.

Woohoo, alas!

"Phew!" but with a low roar full of grief and indignation, two blue lights roared down like a dragon, and in the blink of an eye, the demon clan surrounding Huayang's disciples was crushed into powder. A green robe also slowly landed beside him.

Grabbing the blood-covered body, carrying it on his back, the free long arm rolled slightly, and the two jade-like swords that had just been inserted into the ground flew up as if they were psychic, and flew up in front of the green-robed man.

"Those who offend me Huayang, although they are far away, will be punished!" I saw that the lightly dancing arm suddenly tightened, and a pair of swords in front of him were also intertwined, and a golden Tai Chi pattern appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a burst of clouds and cracked stones, and countless sword qi spurted out like ten thousand heavenly lights towards the enemies who were going forward and following outside the gate of Huayang Mountain. In an instant, the flood of attacks was stagnant.

Transferring the body on his back to the same door who hurried to answer him, the green-robed man exerted his strength with his feet, and the whole person soared into the sky like an arrow from the string. The two swords beside him, one turned into a roaring dragon, appeared under his seat, and the other turned into a clear light and was held in his hand.

I couldn't see his face clearly in the dazzling rainbow, only to see the green robe like Lan flying among the clouds, and the faint golden light emanating from his body broke through the layers of pale pink haze, sweeping away the gloom of the Tang Dynasty.

Like a god of war, blocking the edge of the cliff of death.

"I'll count three times, if you still don't leave, today, is where your death is!" The clear voice was wrapped in a majestic majesty, and the eyes of all living beings turned into the blue light in his hand, which shattered the fighting spirit and military spirit of the thousands of troops on the opposite side.

"Three!" suddenly a strong wind rose, like a wave sweeping and rushing.

"Two!" In an instant, thunderclouds rolled, like a sandstorm changing color.

"One!" In an instant, the mixed elements were one, like Nirvana silent.

In the blink of an eye, the ruts are chaotic, and the armor is abandoned!

With a faint chuckle, he held the blue light in his hand and swooped down towards the enemies who were scrambling and fleeing.

Holding the magic in his hand and chanting silently in his mouth, the vitality around his body was like a cluster of immortals, and in an instant, it turned into an endless shining qi sword, scattering towards the vast and boundless battlefield.

The pitch-black sky was also reflected as if it were day at this moment.

The strong wind blew away the noise of the battle, and he stood proudly in it, unmoving.

However, at this moment, four pillars of dark red light rose from the ground, and they were like chains covering the net, confined around him.

This is by no means an ordinary spell, but four generals with demon magic weapons in their hands, using their bodies as cages.

The dark red pillar of light emitted a strange laugh, and the dense magic power gushed like blood threads, piercing his robes.

"Be bold and demonic, let go quickly, otherwise I won't let go of your soul today, and I will not be a man!" the green-robed man scolded angrily, and the dragon under the seat also struggled and roared.

"Ridiculous!Do you think that the Four Evil Blood Soul Array, which can seriously injure even your father, can come and leave as you want?" A gloomy voice sounded from outside the cage, and a cold and bloody figure slowly emerged from a cloud of black mist. However, with his appearance, a bone-chilling cold also penetrated into the five organs and six lungs with the blood flowing in Weiyang, spreading all over the body.

The Dao that Weiyang could feel, the kind of power that was so powerful that even he was terrified came from the magic weapon in the hand of the person in front of him—a sword that was as blue as a thousand years of ice. Although several round bright topaz stones were embedded at the end of the sword body near the hilt, firmly concentrating the divergent sword light around the sword body, the formidable cold aura and powerful spiritual power had reached a new height under the stimulation of the opponent's deep evil power.

Frightening heights!

However, Weiyang himself has never had the slightest timidity.

"So what?" Weiyang countered-for-tat, and the golden light Dasheng's Tai Chi pattern appeared around him, and the green dragon under the seat also turned into a blue light, merging with the other half of his hand, forming a treasure weapon with the same spiritual power: "It just so happens that you are also here, then the new and old hatreds of the Huayang people and my father will be settled with you at one time!"

"Stinky boy, he's not very old, but his tone is not small!" The demon master holding the sword glanced at the corner of his mouth, and shook out a faint sneer, and his cold eyes instantly sharpened: "Since you want to die so much, I'll let you see the power of the divine sword today!"

As soon as the words fell, the ice-like sword went straight into the blood array, slamming into the Tai Chi Law Seal in front of Weiyang's body.

Then a beam of blue light accompanied by a loud bang like a comet piercing the sun, from the mountain gate of Huayang, straight into the sky.

"Don't!" a cry full of horror and anxiety suddenly sounded in the dark night, and he straightened up suddenly, and the lilac nightgown was actually wet in this cool early spring, and the face as white as a pearl was covered with sweat droplets.

Indescribable palpitations filled his heart, and although the blue-robed Xiuying who appeared in his dream since he was a child could not see his face clearly, he felt that he was definitely a vital figure in his life.

Slowly stood up, walked to the copper basin of the dresser, picked up a handful of water, and washed away the weak tears under his resolute face.

Pushing open the door, he strolled into the moonlight, letting the cold touch caress his frosty face. Quietly ponder and reminisce.

Who he is is the meaning of his life.

What kind of relationship does he have with him, which is moving, poignant, complete or profound?

"Li'er, why don't you sleep yet?" A mighty shout mixed with love came into the girl's ears, and I saw that the purple-robed giant man carrying a tall and wide sword box had already walked gently to his side.

This middle-aged Taoist leader with long muscles and long hair, who is not angry and arrogant, is none other than one of the five heads of the Huayang faction, the head of the Thunder Gate known as the first general of Huayang - Nangong Junting, and the girl beside him who is as cold as frost but beautiful is also the first-class genius protégé of the Huayang faction today, the only daughter of Nangong Junting, who lost his wife in the early years - Nangong Li.

"Dad, how many times have I told you, practice is limited, it's almost three shifts before you come back from the back mountain, and you have to get up early tomorrow to teach, this body, how can you stand it!" grabbed the wide and heavy sword box on his father's back, carried it on his weak but not delicate shoulders, frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and wiped the sweat drops on his father's forehead.

"Alas, good Li'er, isn't Dad old, he can't sleep when he sleeps!" Looking at his beloved daughter in front of him with relief, Nangong Junting smiled and stroked her black waterfall-like hair, but slowly raised his head and looked at Mingyue, who was about to set: "And Dad, I miss your mother again!"

"Daddy!" came to his lips with words of relief, but he didn't know where to start.

Ask what is the situation in the world, and the straight teach people to live and die!

Everyone, it's not the same.

"Li'er, go back, it's cold. Nangong Junting patted her daughter's back, said softly, and led her towards the courtyard where she lived.

It was a small courtyard with only three thatched houses, and it didn't look like the residence of the head of the Thunder Gate with the most incense in Huayang.

"Dad, if, I just said if, if you are given another choice, will you still choose to be with your mother?" Nangong Li asked softly, and Liu Ye's eyes were full of crystals.

"Of course, silly girl. Nangong Junting smiled, but slowly turned his back: "No matter how difficult it is, I will find her and be with her, but this time, I will no longer be careless and protect her badly, even if I ...... even if I pay for my life." ”

My father is a person who is not good at expressing himself, but he has not remarried for 18 years, and he will hold a banquet on his mother's birthday for 18 years, and he will take care of himself in the palm of his hand for 18 years ...... 18 years.

There is also this sentence, a vow that I deeply agree with and am determined to do in unison.

I will definitely find him, no matter how difficult it is! I will protect him, even if he dies!

"The waves are sparkling and the river is dangerous, the south goose returns, and the east wind returns. The blue zither lies horizontally, and the strings move who urges. He Wuxiao is wet and falling, tears are falling, and rain is falling. After Chang Liuzhu a few times at night, the morning lan is declining, and the new branches are declining. If there is love in spring, the gods and the common sorrow. But how to spend the umbrella on the green curtains, the people are right, and the willows are right. Nangong Junting's rough voice recited this kind of elegant verse, stiff and strange, but such a sad longing that cannot be disguised and imitated is integrated into every byte, truly tangential.

In just seventy words, it was like seventy sharp carved arrows, deeply piercing Nangong Li's soul and tightly linking her dreams for so many years.

A feeling of familiarity.

"Dad!" wanted to ask something, but suddenly found that the tall figure had walked away.

I vaguely heard him sigh in a low voice: "This kid, it's really not simple, it's like writing it in my heart." ”

Nangong Li, who was left standing in place, raised her jade face slightly and looked at the moon intently. Under the faint brilliance, an ethereal picture is depicted.