"Weird?" Lan Feng narrowed his eyes, raised his head again, the cold glint in his eyes flashed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You're right, in addition to the wind, I'm afraid there are other things hidden in this cloud." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After a while, the rain suddenly became heavier, and the wind was mixed with lightning and thunder, which looked extremely eerie.

"According to the old man's intuition, there should be other sects that are going to attack. Guan Yi showed a trace of despair in his eyes, shook his head and said, "Looking at this formation, I'm afraid that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is going to be destroyed." ”

Lan Feng frowned, and when he turned his head and saw Guan Yi's expression, he said solemnly: "I can't wait for tomorrow, I've waited for so long, I can't give up my efforts, you can help me get the immortal book now." ”

"But the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is about to be wiped out. Guan Yi frowned.

Lan Feng sneered, didn't answer his words, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and said, "Can or can't?"

Guan Yi looked stunned, this look made him feel the danger, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said: "Time is a bit rushed, but I can try my best, please come with me." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the attic where he was, Lan Feng raised his eyes again to look at the dense dark clouds in the air, pulled the corners of his mouth, followed closely behind Guan Yi, and left.

Lightning and thunder roared, and the rain became heavier and heavier, striking on the halls and pavilions made of fine iron, making a lot of noise.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect, which was originally dark, gradually lit up a little firelight, and many mortal disciples who had already fallen asleep couldn't sleep peacefully at all because of the heavy rain outside, and they didn't want to go out, so they sat on the bed and chattered non-stop.

What they discussed was nothing more than why the Ten Thousand Swords Sect used iron to make houses, and people who were noisy in the rain were not at peace.

But disciples who have been in the business for a year or two, they don't think so.

They knew very well in their hearts that although it was rainy in the basin, they had never had such a heavy rainstorm since they had been coming to the sect for so long, and if this rain continued for two hours, the entire sect would be flooded.

The heavy rain was heavy, and the roof of the main hall in the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect suddenly ignited a raging fire, which became more and more vigorous, and finally illuminated the entire Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

With a "creak", the door of the main hall was blown open by the wind, and Ji Mingjie walked out of it with a gloomy face, staring up at the dark clouds in the sky, his brows tightened.

"Who came to my Ten Thousand Swords Sect to make trouble. ”

This voice resounded through the sky, and naturally it also reached the ears of all the disciples in the door.

The mortal disciples who were complaining to each other suddenly stopped their discussion and stared at the closed door with a look of horror on their faces.

"It seems to be the voice of the head just now?"

"I've heard for a long time that sects sometimes fight each other for geographical division, so we won't catch up, right?"

"How is it possible, I don't believe my life is so bad. ”

"Hey, hey, let's say something that everyone doesn't want to hear, if the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is destroyed, will we die?"

"Ah...... I came here to seek immortality because I didn't want to die. ”

......

All the official disciples were ready to go, and according to the different colors of the flying swords, they stood in their corresponding positions.

Ji Mingjie looked down at the nearly a thousand loyal disciples he had cultivated, nodded with satisfaction, and said in a loud voice: "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect will never be defeated because of you iron-clad brothers!"

"Yes!" In the midst of the storm, there were thousands of high-spirited shouts of disciples.

At this moment, the rain suddenly became lighter, and the dark clouds above the head flashed a few purple electric lights again, and then the dark clouds began to spread out in both directions.

Through the miserable white moonlight after the rain and the clear sky, more than a dozen black shadows could be faintly seen, staring down at all the people of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect in mid-air.

"What's the use of high morale? Since ancient times, the victors, princes, and losers, the Yufu Palace brought disciples to challenge, if you don't want to die, surrender obediently. A gloomy voice emerged from the void, but it was too dim to tell which disciple was coming from it.

Ji Mingjie's face sank like water, his consciousness swept around, he smiled playfully, and said loudly: "What a big breath, what is this rain palace, the old man has never heard of it, do you usually practice some small tricks in the wind and rain?"

"It's just that the head of the Jindan period dares to mock me like this, it's really an egg hitting a stone. The somber voice sounded again, but this time, a mocking smile could be heard in his tone.

"Hitting a stone with an egg?" Ji Mingjie sneered, and with a "poof" sound, the flying sword came out of the sheath, and said, "Then try it." ”

The moment the tip of the black flying sword was thrown on the ground, an arm-thick crack suddenly cracked on the ground, and black sword qi slowly floated out from the crack and gathered towards the flying sword.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect didn't wait for him to speak, they all pulled out the flying sword on their waists, looked up at the sky, and their faces were solemn.

"Haha......" A wild laugh pierced the sky, and then, in the midst of the electric flint, a dense dark cloud floated from not far away, blocking the crooked moon again.

There was no other light here except for the flaming red flames burning above the main hall of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Ji Mingjie's face changed slightly, he could feel that there was a monk wrapped in the dark clouds, and this monk's cultivation, although a little lower than him, had already reached the middle stage of Jindan.

"You are Ji Mingjie, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, right?"

A black figure walked out of the clouds and chuckled: "The Yufu Palace was just approved by the Xiuzhen Alliance yesterday, but the area next to the river is prone to heavy flooding, huh...... Not a good place. As long as you obediently donate this basin, my palace master can spare you from dying. ”

"Are my disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect vegetarian?" Ji Mingjie in front of the main hall snorted lightly, raised the black flying sword that had reached saturation of sword qi, crossed a perfect arc in the air, pointed at more than a dozen figures in the air, and shouted: "Brothers, let them see the sword intent of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect soaring to the sky, give it to me!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

......

Thousands of disciples raised their swords above their heads, and suddenly the sword light and sword shadow, under the illumination of the flames, reflected colorful light, at this time, from the air, it should be an impermeable wall composed of flying swords.

A trace of strong sword qi emanated from the flying swords, Ji Mingjie jumped on the sword wall, and with a slight wave of the flying sword in his hand, a light purple sword light flew out along the arc drawn by the flying sword, rushing towards more than a dozen black shadows in the air.

I saw that the figure that appeared at the end waved his sleeves, and with a "click", a miserable white lightning bolt quickly slashed down from the clouds, catching up with the purple sword qi that flew quickly.

"Crackling!"

After the lightning and flint, the sword qi disappeared, and Ji Mingjie was stunned, when the lightning actually extended downward along the path where the sword qi flew, and the dark night seemed to crack a crack, illuminating the sky.