Ling Yijian saw that Master Xuan had chosen to compromise, and his heart was extremely happy, but his face was silent, he smiled slightly and stopped attacking, recalled the Heavenly Sealing Divine Sword, and gently applauded Qing Xuan: "Okay! That's right, those who know the times are Junjie." Everyone is righteous, why fight and kill!"

Qingxuan's face was gloomy, and he said in a clear voice: "Don't talk nonsense, what do you want!"

Ling Yijian looked at the sky, the night was already dark, and a thick dark black filled the entire sky, his eyes flickered, he didn't know what to think, then he retracted his gaze and stared at Qing Xuandao: "I have already received my Heaven Sealing Divine Sword, you should always show some sincerity!

Qing Xuan nodded and said, "Since you promised not to fight again, it is natural for the two sides to stop!

Ling Yijian suddenly laughed wildly, looked at Qing Xuan and shook his head, and said with some sighs: "Qing Xuan, Qing Xuan, I think you are used to being in a high position, now is it your turn to put forward conditions? Don't forget, you are afraid that I will exert the power of the Heavenly Gods, don't be too late, make me unhappy, be careful that I don't admit it!" After the last sentence was finished, he already laughed proudly.

"You ......" Qing Xuan trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

The Heaven Sealing Divine Sword, which exuded the power of the Brilliant Heaven at any time, always hung high in Qing Xuan's heart, he didn't dare to provoke Ling Yijian now, because he had no confidence, he was really afraid of angering him, and the entire Leaving Worry Sect would suffer another catastrophe from the Heaven Sealing Sword, so what was waiting for the Leaving Sorrow Sect was probably not just as simple as a great injury to the vitality.

Slowly shook his head, Qingxuan's gray hair trembled slightly because of the agitation of emotions, he was silent for a long time, and then suddenly raised his head and said: "Let's go! I do this to get rid of the future, even if I am infamous through the ages, I have no regrets!"

After saying that, his body suddenly spun to the sky, mobilized the true qi in his body, and raised his head to the sky and shouted: "All the people of the Leaving Worry Sect listen to my orders......

The sound is like a bronze bell, echoing in the entire Liwu Mountain, and the voice still maintains the solemnity that it belongs to and desperately maintains.

Mu Yuqiu has been leading nearly 10,000 disciples to float in mid-air, because there is no order from Qing Xuan, she is just the wife of a mere leader, and she resolutely does not dare to make her own opinions, and orders those remaining disciples to join the battle, so in mid-air, she is anxiously waiting for Qing Xuan's order, leading these disciples to kill the battlefield, while staring at the battle between her husband Lu Wujian and Ouyang through the layers of black clouds.

In her eyes, Lu Wuji's Night Flame Immortal Sword was like a dragon roaring in flames, although Ouyang's two family masters were very strong, but if they wanted to win Lu Wuji, it was simply a fantasy, and the reason why the battle was stalemate until now was completely because of one enemy and two enemies.

Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to go over and help him fight the enemy together. However, the nearly 10,000 disciples behind him still have relatively little experience in facing the enemy, and if he rushed over to help, wouldn't these nearly 10,000 disciples be leaderless.

So she clenched her hands tightly, pressed her mood, and waited for Qingxuan's order.

The battle in the square and the dense forest next to the square is still shouting to kill the sky, and it has been nearly half an hour, although I saw the reinforcements in the air, but I didn't see any signs of them helping, and I had to grit my teeth and work hard to support the remaining combat strength of the Sorrowful Mountain.

Finally, the voice of anticipation resounded throughout the Liwu Mountain Range, and the first seat of their Sword Holding Hall, the Master of Qingxuan, who punished the heavens, finally floated in mid-air, his posture was fluttering, his temperament was dusty, and his ethereal and magnificent voice resounded in the sky.

The spirits of all the disciples and the first seat were lifted, because in their hearts, maybe the next moment, the decisive battle would finally come!

Every disciple's eyes were filled with incomparable eagerness and unyieldingness, looking at Qing Xuan's figure, looming above the clouds.

Chu Xiao's eyes were all the figure of the master at this moment, that figure had guided his life path for nearly twenty years, and at this moment, it was like the most dazzling star in the sky, exuding the light that made him bow and worship.

"Master......" Chu Xiao looked at the figure above the sky that had made him look up countless times, and called in a low voice.

Everyone is looking forward to it, looking forward to their uncle's order, that is, for the Liwu Mountains, the land they love deeply, to drain their blood, although they die nine times without regrets!

Qing Xuan Zhenren's body hung in the air, and he had already noticed the eyes of everyone looking at him eagerly, and there was excitement, hope, blood, and worship in those eyes.

The next moment, Qing Xuan, who had originally enjoyed this gaze very much, suddenly felt that all the so-called glory ran through the depths of his soul, and then continued to twist, all his arrogance, disguise, and dignity were shattered in an instant.

If I had a choice, I would rather not be the punishment of this generation, and I would only like to kill without hesitation!

Qing Xuan thought about it attentively, and only halfway through what he said, he stopped without warning. Then there was silence for a long time.

Everyone looked eagerly at Qingxuan, waiting for the content of the edict. The battlefield fell silent in an instant, and everyone's posture was the same.

Looking up, his eyes were warm, looking up at the high Qingxuan.

Ling Yijian frowned, knowing that Master Qingxuan's heart was full of struggles and contradictions, he was afraid that Qingxuan would regret it at this time, and if he regretted it at this time, it would be difficult for him to do it next.

So his eyebrows stood and his heart moved.

When Qing Xuan's heart was full of contradictions, and there was a trace of heroic shortness of breath and sadness, he suddenly heard Ling Yijian's cold Shengying suddenly sound in his ears: "Qing Xuan, don't delay time, my patience is limited!"

These words went straight into Qing Xuan's soul like a cold wind, making him feel that his whole heart was cold.

Forget it, why struggle? I'm doing this for the sake of the overall situation of the Sect, and everyone can understand that I'm not cowardly.

Thinking of this, Qing Xuan's confused eyes suddenly became firm, he sighed, and slowly spoke: "All the disciples listened to the order, all took back the fairy sword magic weapon, all the disciples who did not participate in the battle all returned to their original lineage, except for the chief disciple and the core disciple who were not injured, the rest of the people stopped fighting and quickly returned to the original pulse to heal their injuries, and they must not disobey, those who violate the order will be ruthless!"

The voice is still categorical, still majestic, and still inviolable. However, listening to it in the ears of all the disciples who were detached from sorrow was extremely harsh.

All the disciples were stunned, and they all looked at the figure of Qing Xuan, who maintained his majesty and had a serious face in the void, but all his eyes were full of hot and burning color, and every time he looked at Qing Xuan, he could feel the disbelief in his eyes.

Dead silence, everyone maintained a posture of looking up, motionless, no one said a word, this party was still noisy, shouting to kill the earth-shattering battlefield, at this moment, even the sound of falling leaves can be heard clearly.

It's just that whether it is a disciple of the Third Family of Xiuzhen, Ling Yijian, or a disciple of the Liwu Sect, he can see the deep disbelief and surprise in his eyes through the eyes of the other party.

After nearly 10,000 disciples were bleeding and wounded, miserable, desperately resisting, and advancing and retreating together, the high-ranking Qing Xuan, who punished the heavens, retreated with a single sentence of understatement, and there must be no mistake, making all this meaningless and meaningless!

How can this be accepted? How can this be explained to the nearly 10,000 blood-stained disciples? Do you tell them that the two sides have made peace, and your blood has been shed in vain, because you are only the ultimate victim of this compromise deal!

Whoever can accept it, and who can accept it!

It's like everyone desperately trying to complete and defend their dignity, their dreams, and then they wake up from their dreams, everything is just meaningless futility, everything is a big lie.

"No, it's impossible!, don't accept it! We will fight to the death and never retreat!" shouted from the silent crowd.

Then, at last all the quiet people broke out at this moment, and the anger, the curse, the indignation, burst out of the hearts of all like a monstrous wave, and set off a wave of roars, which roared and roared and roared to the top of the nine heavens, and then annihilated the figure that had always been expected to be high, but now disappointed them.

Even Chu Xiao's heart instantly sank into the cold of the bottom of the sea, and his heart kept asking why? Why? If he didn't want to fight, why didn't he stop drinking at the beginning, but waited until the blood flowed like a river, and the mourning was everywhere? Or it was that the Sorrow Sect was already exhausted, and the next step was to be doomed, and it was reasonable for you to make this decision, but the reality was that everyone knew that the remaining disciples of the four veins were already on standby at any time, and victory was within reach.

But at this juncture, why did you order the fight to stop, and why did you order all to retreat?

The injuries on Chu Xiao's body began to ache faintly, his body was already full of holes, the old wounds dried up, and the new wounds dripped blood.

The pain began to get heavier and heavier as Chu Xiao's heart gradually became cold, and in a moment, Chu Xiao felt that the pain coming from his body could tear his whole body apart.

However, only he understood whether the pain was pain or heartache.

The body trembled, and the white light of the Questioning Sword shone brightly, reflecting the back of the person standing above the sky.

His master, Master Qingxuan, at this moment, Chu Xiao actually felt that the master who had treated him like a father suddenly became strange, so strange that even he didn't know him.

Chu Xiao held the sword in his hand, slowly looked up at the back in the sky that seemed to be separated by thousands of miles, and said like a dream: "Master, tell me, why is this.......?

The voice was low and hoarse.

Lu Wujian also suddenly heard Qing Xuan's order, and his heart suddenly burst into a loud rage, and he roared in mid-air: "Qing Xuan, you have to give you an order, you can't control the people I kill me!"

After that, the red light of the Night Flame Sword was even better, and the fire dragon in the virtual image seemed to be a little more real, heading straight at the two heads of the Ouyang family.

The disciples were already indignant, and when they heard Lu Wujian say this, they were all excited, and the cheers came one after another.

"Yes, we listen to Uncle Lu! We won't retreat! Kill ........"

All of a sudden, the scene became chaotic again, the crowd surged, the swords and swords, and the sound of fairy sword collision was endless.

Qing Xuan was helpless, and he couldn't stop drinking in mid-air, so he had to stomp his feet and roar: "Since this is the case, I will ask for the immortal sword punished by the heavens!"

After speaking, his body turned, his clothes were hunting, and he said loudly: "Long Xiang Immortal Sword-!"

Before the words were finished, above the black sky, a golden light exploded, staining the black sky into brilliant gold, and suddenly there was a loud thunder, a violent wind, and in an instant, all the clouds in the sky were blown without a trace.

The chaotic crowd that had just begun to fight was shocked by the sight again, and became quiet again, each looking at the changes in the sky with a look of astonishment.

The wind was howling, Lin Yizhi and Duanmu Ningque in the crowd stood back to back, looking at the golden night at the same time, the wind blew Duanmu Ningque's dress and long hair, and in an instant, the blue clothes fluttered, and the long hair was flying.

Lin Yizhi quietly looked back at Duanmu Ningque, and his heart suddenly jumped, that woman, standing in this golden world, the blue glow of the sword in her hand reflected her cold and beautiful face, and the next moment, Lin Yizhi seemed to feel that she was so beautiful that it was a little unreal.

"What is that......" Lin Yizhi hurriedly withdrew his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Duanmu Ning Que Dai frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "I don't know, but I feel that the aura is so powerful, even my Cangli Divine Sword has trembled slightly......"

The voice fell, above the nine heavens, the golden light flashed more brilliantly, and in the dazzling golden light, the thunder rolled and was deafening.

Ling Yijian's expression also changed a few times, and he sighed in his heart: I didn't expect Qing Xuan to have such a method, if it weren't for his timidity and use this method to deal with himself, I am afraid that he may not be able to retreat with his Heaven Sealing Divine Technique.

After thinking about it, he suddenly clenched the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword, which also trembled slightly when he felt the presence of a powerful aura.

The wind slaughtered, above the nine heavens, and suddenly, a huge roar that seemed to carry the divine power of heaven and earth resounded through the sky.

Everyone changed color because they heard the real and mighty roar of the dragon.

The next moment, in the sky of the nine heavens, the dragon groaned, the golden light was dazzling and abnormal, and suddenly, a huge golden dragon virtual image suddenly appeared in the air, the dragon's mouth was angry, and the dragon's whiskers were fluttering.

The golden dragon stood proudly above the sky, and the golden scale armor on the dragon's body covered up all the light in the heavens and the earth, exuding the magnificent momentum of Ling Tian and the earth.

"Wow-" Everyone was amazed, looking at the golden dragon in the sky as if it were real, and the huge pressure almost made their legs weak, and they almost wanted to kneel.

"What is that? Is it the Nine Heavens Dragon? Is that true?" everyone said in unison.

The golden dragon shines brightly, and the wind and clouds are turbulent.

The golden dragon hovered above the sky, and suddenly opened its giant eyes that seemed to have been sleeping for thousands of years, and its cold gaze sprinkled to the world, and everyone was shocked by this cold and domineering gaze, as if the two golden eyes that shot down from the sky were making everyone's heart look transparent, what awe-inspiring justice, what killing bloodthirsty, what intrigue and filthy under the two domineering dragon eyes, there was nowhere to hide, and they were torn apart by the bombardment.

The dragon groaned endlessly, as if it had awakened the ancient gods and demons that had been sleeping for thousands of years, and it seemed that the legendary sigh was also heard in the dark light and shadow.

Suddenly, the golden dragon moved, and with a shake of the dragon's tail, it turned into a huge golden pillar of light and swooped down from above the nine heavens, and it had already landed on the ground in an instant.

"Boom!-"

A sound sounded as if even the Liwu Mountain Range had been shaken, and a narrow and shocking crack appeared on the ground of the Liwu Hall Square. It brought with it bursts of smoke and dust, which filled the entire heaven and earth.

The smoke and dust rolled and surged, and the magnificent and towering hall of Separation and Sorrow was all blocked and disappeared invisibly.

Everyone's horrified eyes stared straight at the billowing smoke.

After a long time, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and what caught my eye was a straight crack that spread out, stretching and spreading, stretching from one end of the square to the unknown depths.

And above the deep scarf, a golden giant sword was slanted there, the sword was dignified, the momentum was aggressive, and above the hilt was the golden dragon head in the sky, two golden rays of light swirled around it, and the dragon head seemed to be ready to roar out at any time and devour everything in this world.

Everything was quiet, the golden dragon head giant sword trembled slightly, and the dragon chanted endlessly, and it looked arrogant and desolate.

Qing Xuan slowly floated down from mid-air to the hilt of the dragon's head sword, and said in a deep voice: "The Dragon Immortal Sword is here, the power of the Heavenly Criminal Law, whoever dares to disobey will be punished under this sword!"

For a moment, everyone was stunned, and all the immortal sword magic weapons in the hands of the disciples suddenly came out of their hands and fell to the ground, with crisp voices coming and going.

Lu Wujian, Jing Liyan, and Phantom Chen, who were in mid-air, were also stunned, but they didn't expect Qing Xuan to sacrifice the Dragon Xiang Immortal Sword, which symbolized the criminal law of the heavens.

According to the world, when Nuwa returned to heaven, she left four divine swords in the world to correct the world and warn the common people. After 10,000 years, there are powerful people who communicate with heaven and earth, get the consent of Nuwa, grant heaven and earth divine power, take charge of human punishment, leave the ancestor of the Sorrow Sect and leave the sorrowful son, and cultivate as a ghost and god, and the heaven and earth are silent, and add the seven heavenly books of heaven, earth, sun, moon, man, god, and ghost.

Now, the Sword Hall is in the hands of Qing Xuan, and the mighty Dragon Immortal Sword is also controlled by him alone.

There is a saying from the day of the ascension of the sorrowful son, those who see Long Xiang, if they are there in person, anyone who vainly tries to fight is a blatant disobedience to the power of heaven, and will die under the sword of Long Xiang.

Lu Wujian never expected that today, Qing Xuan would let this dragon and immortal sword appear in the world.

With a miserable laugh, Lu Wujian had all kinds of helplessness in his eyes, slowly lowered the clouds, and walked towards Qingxuan step by step, but every time he took a step, the step seemed to be as heavy as iron and as heavy as a mountain.

It's not a long road, and Lu Wujian seems to have walked a long, long time.

Finally, he faced Qingxuan and slowly straightened up.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.

Looking up to the sky and laughing, Lu Wuji's laughter turned out to be bone-chilling desolation.

"You...... You stop it, do you still want to resist in front of Long Xiang?" Qing Xuan's voice trembled a little.

Suddenly, Lu Wujian had already stopped laughing, and the next moment he looked at Qing Xuan with eyes full of disappointment, and his voice was so light that he could barely hear it: "Okay, good, my Senior Brother Qingxuan! You really thundered the means! You used the Dragon Xiang Immortal Sword, it turned out that when I was leaving my worries and paying the great sacrifice of my disciples, you actually used this method to force me to submit! Okay! Okay, ......."

In addition to anger, there was also pathos in the voice.

"I want to see, how do you give an explanation to my nearly 10,000 seriously injured disciples who are still struggling to kill!" Lu Wujian looked cold like a knife, word by word.

Qing Xuan let out a long sigh and said slowly: "Senior brother, stop it, why bother to be obsessed with it for a while? You are not afraid of the sealing heaven in Ling Yijian's hand, do you still want to bring tens of thousands of disciples and tens of thousands of years of foundation as a burial!"

When Lu Wujian heard this, he shook his head slowly, as if he was heartbroken: "Qing Xuan, Qing Xuan, when we killed the Blood Feather Temple, did you remember the spirit of willing to die and move forward?

Lu Wujian suddenly turned his head, looked at the face of the nearly unyielding disciple of Leaving Worry, and suddenly let out a long roar: "Disciples, tell me, what is my Doctrine of Leaving Sorrow!"

As more people chanted, the voices of nearly 10,000 people suddenly spread out at the foot of the mountain and above the main hall, and the words were sung word by word, sad and heroic, and the words wept blood, eroding people's bones.

"The road away from worries is bumpy.......

Raging fire, funeral turmoil......

Battle Song, with the son and ......

Waiting for the East, the dawn is ......

Add color to the mountains and rivers......

I turn blood into ink......

............

Battle Song, with the son and .......

Wait for the east, the dawn is .......

The remnants are cold, and the remnants are hot......

I am the chief of the jade book......

Nine deaths without regrets, the wind and clouds are silent......"

The voices of nearly 10,000 people were tragic and agitated, like weeping and complaining, singing and singing, and some people had already burst into tears.

Lu Wujian's heart was surging, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was already in tears, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Did you hear it?

Qing Xuan's face was also full of emotion, but he suddenly sighed and said: "Unrestrained, even so, but I can't afford to lose the Dao system that I have been worried about for thousands of years! You have also seen it, this is the Longhuang Immortal Sword, do you remember the Longhuang Immortal Sword? Even if I beg you to make concessions for the owner of the Longhuang Immortal Sword......

Lu Wujian suddenly heard these words, his body suddenly trembled, Fang Cai's momentum was completely gone, and he suddenly muttered like a dream: "Long Huang! Long Huang! Well, since you say this, I have suffered this unbearable shame for that person!"

Suddenly, his expression was lonely, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Long Huang! Long Huang! Did you hear me?"

Abandon the sword!

The Night Flame Immortal Sword, a flame-like light, rushed straight towards the Great Hall of Sorrow.

"Bang-" sound, is nailed to the four vigorous plaques in the Great Hall of Sorrow!

"From now on, there will be no more defeats that cannot be killed, and there will be no more succumbing to the Sect of Sorrow......"

Lu Wujian was lonely and collapsed......