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Away from the mountain, away from the hall.

The first seat of the nine members of the Sorrow Sect was divided into the left and right sides of the main hall, and Qing Xuan was still sitting in the center, his face calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Lu Wujian, Jing Liyan, and Phantom Dust Master Tai were pale, and they didn't look at Xuan clearly, but on the other hand, Tianyi, Tianyi, and Yixin Daoren had expressions that had nothing to do with themselves, and Yixin Daoren's eyelids were slightly closed, and he seemed to be drowsy.

Behind Lu Wujian, there were originally three people standing, but because Zeng Ruijin was too seriously injured to support him, he was forced to take him back by Lu Wujian at the signal of Xiao Gangyan and Duan Langkun.

Seeing that the battle had subsided, Mu Yuqiu was worried about Zeng Ruijin's injury, and for a while, the negotiation between the Worry Sect and the Wenjian Valley and the Xiuzhen Third Family must have been a war of words, and it was inconvenient for him to stay, thinking of this, he pulled Lu Xiyue and turned back to Mo Yufeng together.

The disciples of the Xiuzhen family also withdrew from the square in front of the Great Hall of Sorrow, and the lightly injured disciples also returned separately with the seriously injured, and a battle finally ended.

In a trance, it was like a big dream.

It's just that the reason why the dream is a dream is because after waking up from the dream, everything no longer exists, leaving no trace, and the mess in front of the main hall of sorrow, the blood flowing all over the ground, reminds everyone all the time that this battle exists, and it will eventually be remembered.

Chu Xiao stood behind Qing Xuan, although he had always wondered why his master did this, but as the chief disciple, what could he do?

Perhaps, the master's decision must have his reason!

Chu Xiao thought secretly.

Lin Yizhi was already tired and exhausted, if it weren't for the negotiation that would probably involve him, he would have already chosen to return to his room quickly, cover his head and sleep a lot, maybe only in his dreams, he would be peaceful.

Lin Yizhi peeked behind Master Illusion Chen, Duanmu Ningque, who was wearing a blue dress, was standing there coldly, the blue Cangli Divine Sword behind her exuded a faint blue cold light, reflecting her face. There was no expression on his cold face.

Lin Yizhi suddenly thought stupidly, I don't know if many years later, this cold and frosty senior sister Duanmu will remember that once in the bleak and dark night, he and she once relied on each other, sacrificed their lives and forgot their lives, and fought hard?

She is a fairy-like figure, how can she remember herself as a humble person, maybe many years later, she has already dominated between heaven and earth, and she will only be lonely on that desolate Mo Wei Peak.

Gently, he was a little confused, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and a wry smile disappeared.

Suddenly, he noticed that she turned her head slightly, her black hair moving gently along her beautiful face, and then, just like that, her eyes slowly looked in his direction.

Just glanced at him, and in an instant, the eyes of the two met violently.

Lin Yizhi's heart suddenly moved. She knew she was just thinking about her?

However, just for that moment, her eyes did not linger, looking coldly at the empty hall, and there was no trace of soft light.

Lin Yizhi's heart actually rose a slight sense of loss, this emotion made him feel strange, did he care about her very much? He was just seeing her for the first time, and the identities of the two of them were very different, what was he hoping for?

Slowly retracting his thoughts, he looked up at the door of the Great Hall of Sorrow.

In the corner of the sky in front of the door, the last trace of loneliness was left in the dark night, and there was a faint fish-white color in the eastern sky.

The night will eventually pass, and all the grievances will be taken away, and what awaits him will finally embrace the dawn.

With the sound of some chaotic and dull footsteps, the silence of the hall was not disturbed.

Everyone's eyes looked towards the door of the main hall.

Ling Yijian, who was dressed in red, took the lead and strode in, with a leisurely smile on his face, and his expression was relaxed as if he was playing in the mountains and rivers.

Immediately behind him were the three brothers of the Ouyang family, the head of the Shangguan family and the Beigong family, they were far less natural than Ling Yijian, and the city's bearing was far less profound than Ling Yijian's, and their faces were pale, with a faint hint of anger.

Lin Yizhi stood behind Lu Wujian, silently watching this group of people walk in, and suddenly his heart was shocked, because behind the three masters, he actually saw two extremely familiar figures.

Even Bai Limu beside him and Chu Xiao behind Master Qingxuan were also stunned suddenly. Because they saw the two figures behind the three masters, they were Shangguan Qingliao and Beigong Boyu, who had been lost for a long time.

These two people appeared at this moment, and they appeared so inappropriately, Lin Yizhi felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Those two people like to bite back, the lord of filthy innocence, Shangguan Qingliao may be a little easier to deal with, but the honey-bellied sword, who always has to maintain this so-called gentle and elegant demeanor, is really a sinister and cunning fox.

Between the lightning and flint, Lin Yizhi, Chu Xiao, and Bai Limu glanced at each other slightly, and then they all saw the deep worry in each other's eyes.

Shangguan Qingliao was still in an arrogant and indifferent posture that others owed him dozens of taels of silver, holding a sword in both hands, without saying a word, while Beigong Boyu changed to a folding fan made of unknown material, shaking it gently, with a hint of a smile on his face, just looking at his appearance, he was gentle and elegant, like a spring breeze.

As soon as the two of them entered the hall, they both saw Lin Yizhi, Bai Limu, and Chu Xiao who were looking at them, Shangguan Qingliao was fine, just glanced at them, turned his head coldly, and stopped looking, while Beigong Boyu swept his gaze back and forth on the faces of the three people, and then the smile on his face seemed to be even stronger.

Lin Yizhi saw Beigong Boyu's smile that seemed to be able to kill, and he felt a little inexplicably flustered in his heart, although Beigong Boyu's eyes and smile gave people a feeling of no malice, but Lin Yizhi felt that it was far from being as simple as it seemed.

Retracting his thoughts and looking ahead, Lin Yizhi forced himself to endure his nervous mood.

Ling Yijian came to a stop in the middle of the main hall, red clothes and white hair, and he was full of qi, but he smiled as if nothing had happened, and made a circle towards the first seat of everyone present, and then said loudly: " Everyone, let you wait here for a long time, Ling really didn't want to go, but he just asked the disciples of the Sword Valley and the Xiuzhen family to come to the rude and spilled habits, so they settled down at the foot of the Liwu Mountain, and passed the book to my Ask Sword Valley, telling my big apprentice Deng Tianyang, and asked him to lead five hundred disciples in the valley to quickly pick up these wounded and return to the valley for treatment, so it was delayed for a while, you are not strange!"

Ling Yijian's words seemed to be an apology, but in fact, he was just hiding a knife in his smile, and he understood that everyone could hear it clearly, although he was talking about delaying the hour, there was no apology in his tone.

That's it, but then he said that he sent a message to Deng Tianyang, the eldest disciple of Wenjian Valley, and ordered him to lead five hundred disciples to come quickly, on the surface, maybe as he said, in order to treat the wounded and return to the valley, but this reason is too far-fetched, so far-fetched that even he doesn't believe it.

However, his real purpose was to be revealed, he deliberately said that five hundred disciples were coming, but he was just secretly putting pressure on the Liwu Sect, hoping to seize the initiative in negotiations for a while.

How can these tricks fool these old and sophisticated leaders? The rather drowsy one on the side only smiled slightly when he heard this, and the thin old man next to him Ning finished me, clicked his lips, blinked his eyes, and said with a smile: "Alas, I said Old Ling, are you going to move you to the Sword Valley Manmen and become a subordinate sect of my Leaving the Sorrow Sect?

One sentence provoked all the people present who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, Lin Yizhi also endured it, peeked at Duanmu Ningque, and saw that it was still the same, and his face was cold.

Ling Yijian was stunned, suddenly smiled, and said disapprerovitously: "I'm afraid that the cooks in your Worry Sect are everywhere, and we won't be embarrassed if we ask Sword Valley!"

Lu Wujian forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Ling Yijian, if you have anything to say, speak quickly, don't be quick to speak!"

Ling Yijian smiled and said: "Everyone, I have heard a saying in the cultivation realm, the immortal sword in the world is out of the mountain, and the line of the Immortal Sword is not only broad and profound, but also the hospitality is quite commendable, but today, I have been standing here for a long time, but I haven't seen anyone give up the seat to serve tea?" After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked straight at the Venerable Master Qingxuan.

When Lu Wujian heard this, he couldn't help but bump into the flames, and shouted angrily: "You ......"

But seeing the sleeves of Master Qingxuan's robe, he said slowly: "Uninhibited, don't say a word, come here, take a seat!"

The voice fell, and there was already a little boy in front of the hall who moved a stool and put it in front of the hall, but Ling Yijian was not polite, he picked up his red clothes and made a sturdy knot, and when the heads of the Xiuzhen family saw him sitting, they also threw off the sleeves of their robes and sat down.

It's just that Beigong Boyu and Shangguan Qingliao don't have seats, and the two of them each stand behind their own masters.

Qing Xuan glanced at His Royal Highness, and said slowly: "In a hurry, there was no tea prepared, please don't blame you!"

Ling Yijian hurriedly smiled and said, "It's easy to say!"

The head of the three major cultivation families only raised his hand slightly, which can be regarded as a gift of thanks.

Qing Xuan saw that everyone was seated, and then he said slowly: "Lord Linggu, I don't know what you plan to do next?"

Ling Yijian smiled and said quite easily: "I said a long time ago that I didn't come here this time to fight and kill and hurt the friendship between our two families, but you refused to come out to see each other, and I had no choice but to break the Worry Sword Formation." So as for the fight between our two families, I think it's best to end it like this, and everyone is still in harmony, I don't know what you think?"

As soon as the words came out, Lu Wujian had already taken the case, and said with a sneer: "Okay, you unashamed Ling Yijian, why didn't you say this when you used the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword to hurt my nearly 10,000 disciples? Now that the two sides are fighting, the culprit is tied to you alone, and now that you are cheap, you are still selling well, and you want to block Youyou's mouth when you act like this? It's too wishful thinking!"

"Oh?-" Ling Yijian still had a faint smile on his face, and asked tepidly: "According to Lu Shouzuo's words, don't you have to capture me and cut off my head, so that you can give an explanation to your disciple of Leaving Worries, and you can block the mouth of Youyou?

After that, two scorching eyes stared at Lu Wujian, and although the purple Heaven Sealing Divine Sword behind him was not out of the body, it let out a low sound.

Lu Wujian laughed suddenly: "Okay, okay, so I will come to understand how powerful Fengtian, one of the legendary four great divine swords, is!"

After that, he stood up and wanted to sacrifice the Night Flame Immortal Sword.

Ling Yijian was still sitting in his seat with a smile, but his eyes slowly looked at the Venerable Master Qing Xuan who was sitting in the middle, and he smiled without saying a word.

Master Qing Xuan frowned, sighed helplessly, and said to Lu Wuji: "Uninhibited, sit down, sit down, don't be impulsive......"

Lu Wujian turned his head, glanced at Master Qingxuan in amazement, and then slowly glanced at Ling Yijian, who was smiling like the wind, and suddenly felt that these two people seemed to be the same dog, and he was tired of it for no reason.

Suddenly turned around, knowing that at this moment, it was useless to say anything, and said slowly: "Okay, since Senior Brother Qingxuan said this, I can only add to the unhappiness when I stay here, so, I will leave!"

After speaking, he said loudly to Bai Limu and Lin Yizhi: "Follow me back to the mountain!"

The anger in Lin Yizhi and Bai Limu's hearts was also suppressed again and again, if it weren't for the fact that Shizun was here, I am afraid that they would have rushed to Shangguan Qingliao and Beigong Boyu and fought hard.

Hearing that the master left the table angrily, of course he couldn't ask for it, his expression was solemn, and he turned around and followed behind Lu Wujian, and was about to walk out of the hall of leaving worries.

Just when the three of them were about to walk out of the Great Hall of Leaving Worries, they suddenly heard that a person behind them had already taken the case, and seemed to roar with a splashing anger: "Lu Wujian, you can go as you want, but the two murderers behind you all have to leave me behind!"

Lin Yizhi and Bai Limu glanced at each other, turned their heads to look behind them, and saw a middle-aged man with a huge figure and strange eyes wide open and gorgeous clothes behind him pointing at the two of them angrily.

It is Ouyang Tiande, the head of the Ouyang family!

Lin Yizhi was at a loss, and only looked at his master Lu Wuji.

With a sound of "Qiang-", a white shadow was already suspended in the sky above the main hall, and it was a short arc-shaped dagger that emitted a faint cold light--strange!

Bai Limu's face was cold, and he was about to walk over.

Lu Wujian slowly stopped his footsteps and said, "Leave the wood, slow!"

"Master......" Bai Limu's eyes were even colder, and he only screamed softly when he looked at Lu Wujian.

Lu Wujian nodded at him.

Without a thousand words, Bai Limu already understood, and Liren Mo flickered in mid-air, and his trace was gone.

Lu Wujian slowly withdrew and had already stepped out of the main hall, walking towards Ouyang Tiande step by step, but with every step he took, his face became cold, and the killing intent in his eyes was already a little heavier.

Ouyang Tiande was a little overwhelmed by Lu Wuji's actions, and his angry momentum was now long gone, he knew that his cultivation was far inferior to Lu Wujian, and now that Lu Wujian was pressing step by step, how could he be calm.

Thinking of this, his twin strands were already faintly trembling, and a slight cold sweat appeared in his palms.

Lu Wujian walked towards Ouyang Tiande step by step, but he didn't say a word, but the coercion of the Mahayana eightfold on his body suddenly spread, and everyone felt the unstoppable sharpness on his body.

After walking like this until he was still five feet away from Ouyang Tiande, Lu Wujian slowly stopped, looked coldly at Ouyang Tiande, who was already completely imposing in front of him, and said, "What did you just say, why don't you say it again!"

As soon as he said a word, an unprecedented awe-inspiring murderous aura burst out from his body and eyes, and the aura of the Mahayana Eightfold was also raised to the extreme in an instant!

Ouyang Tiande secretly glanced at Ling Yijian beside him, only to see him sitting there alone, but his face seemed to be extremely relaxed, and he was bored and rummaged through the Heaven Sealing Sword in his hand.

Ouyang Tiande had a little confidence at this time, and said inwardly: "I just said what? You can go, you two murderous apprentices must leave me!"

"Hahahaha!-" Lu Wujian looked up to the sky and laughed, and that smile was extremely mocking and disdainful.

Shadow move, draw your sword!

With the horizontal sword in hand, the unquenchable tumbling red flame on the Night Flame Fairy Sword was even more dazzling.

The long sword pointed and pointed at Ouyang Tiande's approach, and Lu Wujian said coldly: "Today, I, Lu Wujian, not only want to leave, but also leave with my apprentice, not only take one, but these two apprentices, I will take them with me, whether it is your Xiuzhen Third Family, or ask Sword Valley, or ......" Lu Wujian suddenly looked at the Master Qingxuan who had just stood up and wanted to dissuade him.

Said coldly again: "Or...... If you want to stop it, ask me if you want to stop it, ask me if you will agree to it!"

As soon as the words came out, the whole audience was shocked, and even the Venerable Master Qingxuan, who had just stood up half of his body from his seat, was also suddenly startled, and drove this body to sit down again......