The drizzle is extremely beautiful, and at the time of killing, it is even more indescribable.

But this is for the disciples of Qingxuan Sect.

For the disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect, it was no less than a nightmare.

Ye Bai looked at the old man, the old man is different, this difference is not the appearance, the old man is still a wine trough nose on the outside, his face is red, and his hair is messy.

But at the moment, he stood against the wind.

The figure is above the white clouds.

There is no sword.

But there was rain, and the sword qi was in the rain, turning into a thin and hairy rain falling from the sky, countless sword qi, countless rain.

Ye Bai heard the sound of the sword slashing through his throat.

First, there was a tear.

And then the sound of hissing and shooting blood, like the sound of the autumn wind blowing the wheat field, hula, hula, huh, very beautiful.

At this moment, this sword rain fell.

When every drop of rain fell on the head of a disciple of the Mixed Yuan Sect, from the sky, one could see that above the ground, there was suddenly an extra rose.

Roses.

The blood-red bloom on the ground, and then gradually connected into a field of countless roses, blooming all over the mountains.

A rose is a person's blood.

At this moment, countless roses bloomed on the entire mountain in an instant.

A rain of swords fell.

Ten breaths later.

In the entire Qingxuan Mountain, there was no longer a single disciple alive other than the Qingxuan Sect.

The whole mountain was turned bloody.

The old man walked to Ye Bai's side.

Said to Ye Bai: "Help me down." ”

Ye Bai nodded, the old man glanced over there, and swung a sword again, this sword turned the entire half of the mountain into nothingness in an instant, and the sword qi turned into a cage and intercepted the remaining monks of the Mixed Yuan Sect in the Qingxuan Sect.

The Mixed Yuan Sect Lord looked at the sword qi cage and looked into the distance, his body moved, but he couldn't move.

Ye Bai helped the old man and walked over, silent, they all looked at them, the master who was usually the most reluctant to look at it, now his eyes have become a kind of awe, awe of strength, and awe of supernatural powers.

Kendo Peak is extremely far away from the Qingxuan Palace.

Ye Bai helped the old man but walked very fast.

The old man coughed, coughed, supported Ye Bai, and grabbed Ye Bai's hand very weakly, Ye Bai could feel the trembling in the old man's body, this trembling was not a finger, not a limb, but the whole body.

Ye Bai knew that the old man was going to die.

The old man coughed, constantly vomiting blood, but he was all spitting to this side, avoiding everyone's eyes, the old man walked in front of the Qingxuan Sect Master, suddenly smiled, looked at the elders of the various Mixed Yuan Sects in the sword qi cage, and said, "You go and kill them." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he sat on the ground, looking at the blood in the sky, watching the clouds fluttering, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of nostalgia, and he was stunned.

"Ye Bai He"

Little Lori has become a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl at this moment, and at this moment she is covered with blood, and her brute-colored arms are already covered with sword wounds, Sect Master Qingxuan didn't pay attention to it, but looked at the old man and said, "Senior brother." ”

The old man didn't look back.

Keep looking ahead.

Ye Bai held the old man's sword, the old man's sword was a wooden sword, the wooden sword was a faint cyan, the kind of light green bamboo, a little verdant feeling, at this moment Ye Bai looked at those Mixed Yuan Sect Masters, and looked at the remaining disciples of the Mixed Yuan Sect who did not escape.

Walked over.

Bai Ling looked at Ye Bai, looked at Ye Bai, and suddenly found that he was a little scared at the moment, Guan Lingyun had always been by her side, originally she was extremely proud, after all, Guan Lingyun was an extremely powerful man, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a lot worse.

Ye Bai touched the sword.

Suddenly felt that he could kill anyone, this was because the old man was cultivating on the sword, and Ye Bai was just a carrier.

"You dare, do you know who this is here?"

Ye Bai drew his sword.

Silence walked up to the elder and said, "Dead." ”

This elder is the peak monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he is the first elder in the Mixed Yuan Sect, except for the first person of the Great Elder, looking at the verdant sword at this moment, his fingers suddenly stretched out a faint blue aura, wanting to stop it.

Ye Bai's sword.

But it's like cutting tofu.

A big head fell down in an instant, it seemed to be no different from cutting a watermelon, Ye Bai looked at Bai Ling.

Bai Ling suddenly felt a little glorified.

Because she has always felt that Ye Bai no longer pays any attention to herself, but now she finds that Ye Bai's attitude towards her is still different

Ye Bai whispered.

"Come one by one, don't be in a hurry. ”

Bai Ling suddenly felt ridiculous, and a little sad, but when he watched the young verdant sword coming, when he watched the sword qi cut off his head like cutting grass, there was no sadness or joy.

The old man's sword qi cage is extremely large.

Almost covered with a bare hill.

They had little hope of escaping.

Ye Bai killed Banshan.

The whole body was dyed with blood, but Ye Bai touched the sword, looked at the remaining few people, and killed them one by one again in order, and finally the Mixed Yuan Sect Master, he didn't speak, silently drew his sword and slashed away.

The Mixed Yuan Sect Master's body turned crimson in an instant.

He was the first person to be able to stop for a moment under the old man's sword.

But Ye Bai smiled and increased his strength, at this moment, his perception of the sword had reached an incredible level in an instant, and the old man had already given him everything.

The Mixed Yuan Sect Master suddenly felt a little sad, he was born extraordinary, originally because he was the master of this world, this Qingxuan Sect was just a stepping stone, but now he was about to die between the fingers of a nobody.

Ye Bai drew his sword.

Cutting off the head of the Mixed Yuan Sect Master was no different from cutting off those disciples.

Tear pull.

It's just that it's a little hard to pull out.

The snares of sword qi dispersed.

The pale cyan sword did not have that verdant feeling, and became an ordinary wooden sword.

Ye Bai walked back.

When he came to the old man's side, he said in a low voice: "The disciples have all been killed, and Qingxuanzong will not be afraid of anyone." ”

Ye Bai said.

Suddenly, his eyes were red, but he didn't cry, he just knelt under the old man, and his eyes were red for a long time.

The old man's figure suddenly turned into ashes in front of Ye Bai.

The cyan sword also screamed between the flying ashes.

The master is a dead servant.

The same is true of the sword, and it is more human.

Ye Bai raised his head and looked around silently, the Qingxuan Sect Master had a hoarse voice, wanting to say something, but he didn't say a word.

Mu Shi suddenly said that he himself didn't speak ten years ago

"Senior brother. ”

A senior brother, but it has been ten years.