Lu Wujian listened to the words of his honest chief disciple word by word, slowly raised his head, looked at the little apprentice in front of him who was already full of tears, and suddenly, there was a burst of anger in his heart for no reason.

These are the three big characters that Lu Wujian has in his heart at the center of his life, and it can be said that these three words carry all his feelings for the entire Liwu Sect, his birth, his glory, his sorrow, his Lu Wujian from young and frivolous to old, all the scenes are inseparable from the three words of Mo Youfeng.

The past is like smoke, everything has long been a matter of people, Mo Youfeng from the founding, from the first to the first seat, has been passed to him, it can be said that he has experienced a transformation from glory to decline, and this process, he asked himself, does he really want to see?

He suddenly remembered that the so-called ascending master Wuji Zhenren once said earnestly, unrestrained, you are cold and warm-hearted, selfless and fearless, but too obsessed with the past, I will hand over Mo Youfeng to you, that is, to tell you these three words, in the midst of Mo Worry, you must always think about open-mindedness and broadness, therefore, when you really do everything without worry, it is the day when you soar in the day.

Every word, as if it were yesterday. Lu Wujian still remembers that he was so young and frivolous and uninhibited at that time. However, now in a trance, hundreds of years of time, has he done it?

Where is he not worried? Where is he uninhibited?

Take this incident as an example, this matter still has no eyebrows, but he Mo Youfeng has become the biggest object of suspicion and the biggest laughing stock!

Mo Youfeng has only five disciples in total, but there are only two who are suspected, one Bai Limu and one Lin Yizhi, this kind of groundless accusation, he will endure it without restraint, after all, who the murderer is, it will definitely come to light, they Mo Youfeng just have a clear conscience!

However, for the sake of the entire Liwu Sect, his eldest disciple fought to the death against Ling Yijian with his own flesh and blood, and was so seriously injured that his cultivation was born and fell three times.

Two things, one is an unwarranted accusation against Mo Youfeng, and the other is that seeing Zeng Ruijin being so seriously injured, no one stood up to question Ling Yijian, and no one even made a sound!

Don't forget, it wasn't just his first disciple who was injured, there were thousands of disciples of the Leaving Sorrow Sect, but those seven first disciples were all silent!

What is this? It's naked indifference, it's being deterred by Ling Yijian's earth-shattering Heaven Sealing Divine Sword!

Lu Wujian suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at the fact that this so-called Sect of Separation from Sorrow has the name of the world's No. 1 Orthodox Church, but it does not have the character and arrogance of the No. 1 Orthodox Church in the world! Being bullied to the head, in the end, he didn't say a word, and everyone had a ghost.

Suddenly, thinking clearly, Lu Wujian walked out slowly, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Laughing and laughing, his eyes are full of anger and heartache!

He suddenly shouted loudly: "Master, Master, open your eyes and see! The Liwu Sect has been bullied to such an extent, but among those good apprentices of yours, has one of them stood up? The disciple with serious eyes in his eyes, their first seat, is still so indifferent to the high, maintaining the so-called bearing, hypocrisy is not hypocritical, ridiculous and ridiculous!"

All the first seats' faces changed, and they never thought that Lu Wujian would suddenly say such a thing, and the spearhead was pointed at them.

A few of the leaders already had anger on their faces, and they immediately wanted to stand up and question.

If you are headed by the anger of the heavens, you will be angry!

"Qiang-" sounded, the red light flashed, Lu Wujian held the Xiaoyan Immortal Sword in his hand and coldly pointed at the Tianyi who opened his mouth to argue, and said hatefully: "There is no qualification for you to speak here, you are the happiest dancer on weekdays, and now your apprentice Hu Feng is also injured, the enemy is Ling Yijian in front of you, why don't you stand up and take revenge? Jumping Liang Clown, something! Get out to the side! So as not to stain my eyes, I may still have you as a so-called junior brother in my eyes, but my Xiaoyan Sword doesn't recognize you!"

In the angry voice, there was already a chilling killing intent!

Tian opened his mouth to stammer, but he couldn't say a word.

Yixin was just about to speak, Lu Wujian sword body for a moment, and pointed at Yixin Daodao: "You, you are not qualified to speak, in addition to knowing and mud, you must not offend on both sides, be a good person for thousands of years, which time love and hate clearly!"

was stunned, but he was also standing on the spot.

Qing Xuan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Unruly junior brother, I know that you Mo Youfeng have suffered a lot of grievances this time, but don't forget your identity!"

When Lu Wujian heard this, he laughed louder, but there was a deep sadness and contempt in his laughter: "Identity? Let me ask you and my three disciples of Mo Youfeng have all achieved this result, have you ever thought about the identity of their master? At the moment of the great enemy, why don't you let Chu Xiao fight, are you selfish? Also, today I am angry, not for me Mo Youfeng, let alone for my seriously injured big apprentice, but only for my seriously injured disciple! You regard your identity as the most important thing in the world, but I want to ask you, how can you be deceived by others like this? Is the title of the world's leader not worthy of the name? So that you are not afraid of losing your identity?"

Qing Xuan was stunned for a few moments by Lu Wuji's words, took a step forward, nodded, and actually smiled: "Okay, you Lu Wujian, I am the head of the Sword Holding Hall of the Heavenly Punishment of the Sect of Leaving the Worry Sect! But do you see the heartache of the injured disciples all over the mountain? I am not angry at all? But don't forget, he Ling Yijian has the Heaven Seal in his hand, and our Immortal Hidden Divine Sword can only be used by the real person in the Sect Leader! But Senior Brother Qi is in retreat! What do you let us fight? The eldest husband should judge the situation, I promise you, you accept this anger first, wait a while, and on the day when the senior brother comes out, we will go to Ling Yijian together to settle accounts!"

"Hehe!" Lu Wuji's contempt was even worse, and his eyes suddenly said coldly: "If you can't fight, won't you fight? Okay, good, I see that this plaque with three big characters is not worthy of hanging here! Because this is full of cowardice and absurdity!"

Suddenly, his long sword was smooth, and the Night Flame Divine Sword roared, and the flames soared into the sky, like a fire dragon that had escaped his hands.

Lu Wujian's voice sounded slowly: "Today, I, Lu Wujian, have a battle with the third family of Xiuzhen, not for the sake of separation and Taoism, and not for selfish interests, but for a clear conscience! Today's battle is my own doing, whether it is life or death, I will bear it alone!"

After that, the fire dragon-like Night Flame Immortal Sword, with a long roar, pointed to the head of the third family of Xiuzhen who was standing in the distance, and said coldly: "You come up alone, or come together, I am uninhibited and fearless!"

"And me!" With a low roar, a burly tall figure took a step forward and stood side by side beside Lu Wujian.

Jing is difficult!

It turned out to be him, the head of this forbidden worry peak who doesn't say much on weekdays, but is extremely fair and down-to-earth. The one who is as cold as iron in everyone's impression and silent to the point of being ignored.

With a long roar, an iron-colored fairy sword was already surrounding Jing Liyan's body, Jing Liyan sighed, and said fiercely: "It's been hundreds of years, my Cold Feather Fairy Sword is finally going to fight with me again!" Senior Brother Lu, let's fight together!"

Lu Wujian nodded suddenly, he didn't expect that this Jing Liyan, who had always been not good at words and could not see a trace of joy and anger on his face, stood up firmly today.

"Okay! Uninhibited, difficult, this is the same place! Today, the two of us join forces, what difficulties can be stopped! Ling Yijian, even if you come, I am not afraid!" Lu Wujian laughed loudly.

"If that's the case, let's help you, my brother-in-law who doesn't like what I don't like!" The words fell, and a white shadow flashed, and a handsome figure had already walked out.

If you look closely, it is the Phantom Dust Master.

The Phantom Dust Master glanced at Lu Wujian and seemed to joke: "On weekdays, I don't like you as a person, and I always think that my sister Yu Qiu is really wronged to marry you, but today, it seems that you are still a figure who stands up to the sky! ”

Lu Wujian smiled and said, "Thank you, I will take Qiu Mei to worship the mountain another day to apologize!"

Unexpectedly, Huanchen waved his hand and said: "I didn't help you with that kind of words, you think you have a big face! I am for this seriously injured disciple of the mountain, and the honest man of my eldest disciple Su Yuan's heart! You don't have to remember my good is serious!"

Lu Wujian nodded, but said no more.

Jing Li looked at the head of the Xiuzhen Third Family opposite, and said slowly: "Jing Liyan, Leng Yu Immortal Sword, which one will come to fight!"

The three families were a little embarrassed for a while, if they talked about fighting alone, Ouyang Tiande, the head of the Ouyang family of the three major families, plus the two brothers Ouyang Tianci and Ouyang Tianyang, as well as Shangguan Chengfeng, the head of the Shangguan family, and Beigong Xingtai, the head of the Beigong family, each cultivation was in the Mahayana period, but the highest was only more than five, and the lowest of the three people on the opposite side was also in the Mahayana sevenfold, and the fairy sword was also several grades higher than these people, if it was a single fight, there was no chance of winning at all.

But with more victories and fewer victories, they rushed up, and they lost their identities, and they were in a dilemma for a while, they all looked at each other, and they couldn't come up with an idea, so they all looked at the life-saving straw Ling Yijian.

If you don't look at it, your head is even bigger when you look at those family heads. That Ling Yijian was really a strange person, not moved by the tense situation in front of him at all, a person leaning under the towering tree, from time to time there was a heavy breathing sound, as if he was asleep.

O Lord with a big heart!

Ouyang Tiande glanced at several family heads, and everyone knew it. Ouyang Tiande stepped forward and said: "I didn't come here today to suppress people by force, I originally wanted your sect to hand over the real murderers Chu Xiao, Bai Limu, and Lin Yizhi, but I didn't think that you would refuse to cooperate, then don't blame me for being unreasonable, but I want to teach Lu Shouzuo's kung fu!"

After that, a green shadow, a fairy sword flashing with green light suddenly came out of the body, and came straight to Lu Wuji.

Lu Wujian laughed and said, "It's you who hit!"

The figures of the two suddenly hung up, the fairy swords were raised together, and in a breath, a hundred moves had passed.

Ouyang Tianyang was afraid that his eldest brother would be defeated after a long time, so he said loudly: "I also understand the mastery of Lu Shouza!" After saying that, a pale yellow fairy sword in front of him had already risen up, and it stabbed straight through the air towards the two who were fighting in midair.

Lu Wujian was concentrating on fighting with Ouyang Tiande, and the Night Flame Immortal Sword was like a red dragon devouring the sky, and his reputation was impressive. However, in the middle of three breaths, Ouyang Tiande had already been forced to retreat, and suddenly heard that a fairy sword broke through the air behind him, and he knew that someone had made a move.

With a loud shout, the sword shadow was like a mountain, forcing Ouyang Tiande back three feet, and when he turned around, he saw Ouyang Tianyang holding a fairy sword, a sword slashed, Lu Wujian's figure instantly moved horizontally about five feet, and his hand pinched the magic trick, and three dazzling rays of light rushed straight to Ouyang Tianyang.

It is the Sanqing Tiangang Qi of the Sect of Leaving Worries!

Lu Wujian laughed loudly, and said with an agitated expression: "Haha, with more to win less, with a good calculation, a few more, how can you bear me?"

The voice fell, and the mental method of the Separation Sorrow Infinite Dao had already been unfolded, and the entire body in mid-air had been enveloped by the vast true qi inspired by the Separation Sorrow Infinite Dao, and Lu Wuji's figure seemed ethereal, and the Night Flame Immortal Sword was like a red dragon turning the sky upside down, dyeing that white cloud as if it was on fire.

Red dragon flame sky, fire clouds surging!

Lu Wuji's peerless cultivation burst out in an instant. Ouyang Tiande and Ouyang Tianyang fought against him, and they were worthy of a draw.

Everyone looked up at the fight for their lives in mid-air, for fear of missing a moment, because, in an instant, the victory or defeat may have been divided.

At this moment, Shangguan, the head of the Shangguan family, rode the wind and walked out gently, he was worried that the two Ouyang brothers would not be able to win without restraint, so he had the idea of joining the battle.

But as soon as he moved, Jing Liyan took a step forward, stopped with one hand, and said coldly: "Shangguan Chengfeng, where are you going? Your opponent is me!"

Before the words were finished, the figure had already exploded for several feet, and the cold feather fairy sword was a cold light, and it went straight to Shangguan Chengfeng's face.

Shangguan Chengfeng shook his head helplessly, and had to sacrifice a silver fairy sword, and the two of them had already suspended from the ground to mid-air in a moment, in this process, they did not retreat, and both sides fought more than a hundred moves.

Everyone was watching the battle between Lu Wujian and Ouyang with bated breath, never thinking that the sword sound was already awe-inspiring in the air on the left, and the sword light flickered. Hurriedly looking at the sky on the left, it was Jing Liyan and Shangguan Chengfeng who were also fighting together.

Seeing this, Beigong Xingtai just wanted to go over to help Shangguan ride the wind. The Phantom Dust Master shook off the dust and snorted coldly: "You don't have to leave, the Phantom Dust has been waiting for you for a long time!"

After that, a white light, the figure had been bullied in front of him, and with a flick of the dust, he attacked Beigong Xingtai.

But I saw that above the sky, on the top of the clouds, the sword shadow was like a mountain, and the sword qi was surging. The three clouds of light and shadow were inextricably linked. From time to time, the fierce sword blade, dazzling people's ears and eyes, suddenly and the fairy sword collided, and it exploded into the ears, like the thunder god's anger, and like the power of the electric mother.

The duel between these masters was in full swing, and everyone watched it intently.

Suddenly, Ouyang Tianci, who had never made a move, looked at the disciples of the three major cultivation families behind him.

There were about 300 of those disciples, all unscathed, looking up at the battle in mid-air, engrossed.

Ouyang Tianci's eyes flashed, and he looked at the disciples around him, who were injured and lying down.

Suddenly, he laughed and said: "I didn't expect you to have such an embarrassing time when you left the Sorrow Sect, Erlang, don't all stand here, kill me all!

At the sound of an order, three or four hundred disciples of the Xiuzhen family shouted, and countless magic weapons were already flying all over the sky, attacking the Great Hall of Separation and Worry like a tide!

The situation has taken a turn for the worse, and seeing that Qing Xuan and the others don't make a move, they will be in danger of leaving the Worry Sect!

Qingxuan, Tianyi, Tianyi, and Ning Wan all snorted coldly: "There is no way to retreat, it is better to fight!"

After that, each of them took out the fairy sword, and they were going to shoot.

Ling Yijian, who was just standing under the tree, sneered and said, "What is the point of a few of you fighting with these juniors, come on, or I'll accompany you a few times!"

After saying that, the red clothes moved, and a red shadow rushed straight to Qing Xuan.

Qing Xuanqing snorted and said, "Ling Yijian, you don't want to get an inch!" A white light, the fairy sword swung straight away, and the next moment the two of them fought inextricably.

Tian Yi and Tian Yi knew that Ling Yijian was holding the Heaven Sealing Divine Sword in his hand, and the two of them shouted violently, and rushed straight over, and the three clouds of light and shadow were already fighting in mid-air again!

Ning Wan was just about to rush towards the disciples of the Xiuzhen family who had been killed, Ouyang Tianci sneered and said, "Don't forget, I'm still idle!"

Ning Wan sneered and said, "Fight now, I'm starving, what are you doing nonsense!"

Anyway, the two are already fighting together!

The situation changed abruptly, and there was chaos in an instant.

The three hundred disciples of the Xiuzhen family suddenly attacked, and the fighting power of the Liwu Sect was already very small, and the situation was extremely dangerous in an instant.

Even Lu Wujian and the others, who had fought before, were also a little unstable, looking back, the three hundred disciples of the Xiuzhen family each raised their swords at the same time, and the magic weapon broke through the air, and it was menacing.

And the disciples of the Liwu Sect, who were injured and able to fight, had already gritted their teeth, and once again waved the magic weapon in their hands and rushed towards the battle group.

Chu Xiao, Bai Limu, two white shadows, in and out of this melee crowd, have already fought for their lives, leaving the people and the sword of conscience The killing intent is surging, and everywhere the edge is over, a wolf howls.

Even Zhao Shinan, Hong Likun, Hu Feng and others, who had just woken up, also gritted their teeth and waved the fairy sword, rushing towards the crowd.

For a while, the sword light flickered, shouting to kill the heavens.

Lu Wujian suddenly thought of such a chaotic situation, what should Zeng Ruijin do? He was seriously injured, and now a mortal with a knife could take his life!

Peeking at it, Lu Wujian was moved, and under his mind, there was even a burst of agitation.

A black-clothed young man, carrying Zeng Ruijin's tall body on his back, was surrounded by countless cultivators, but there was no trace of flinch and timidity on his resolute face, and he calmly punched, the shadow of his fist was like the wind, and his true qi bombarded the ground, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust.

Although it was surrounded, it did not fall behind at all.

That young man is exactly - Lin Yizhi!

Fifteen-year-old boy, how can he move that tall and burly Zeng Ruijin on his back, and he can still grit his teeth and attack the enemies around him!

Lu Wujian subconsciously thought that he had indeed ignored too much of this apprentice in the past!

In this battle, only the sky is dark, although the number of cultivators is large, but the cultivation is limited, although the people who leave the Sorrow Sect are profound, but there are too few people who can fight. As a result, the two sides launched a long tug-of-war to the death.

The battle lasted from sunrise to late at night. In the dark night, there is no light, the stars in the sky and the bright moon in the past have disappeared without a trace today.

The situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to the side of the Sorrow Sect, although Qing Xuan, Tian Yan, and Tian Yi resisted Ling Yijian, but Ling Yijian was holding the Fengtian Divine Sword in his hand, and he didn't do his best at all, but he calmly displayed his cultivation, and from time to time forced the three of them to parry again and again.

The three groups of battles in mid-air were even more inextricably linked, evenly matched, and there was no time to estimate the melee on the ground.

However, most of the disciples of the Liwu Sect were injured, how could they fight with the disciples of the Xiuzhen family for a long time. All of a sudden, it seemed that the shadows and the night were full of people from the third family of Xiuzhen, and there would be a murderous magic weapon flying out in an instant anytime and anywhere.

The people who can fight in the Liwu Sect are all compressed in the area in front of the main hall of Liwu, struggling to support them.

Chu Xiao, Bai Limu and the others were already scarred, looking bloody and shocking, but fortunately, the injuries were not enough to be fatal.

Lin Yizhi's tired expression was already in a trance, but fortunately, Zeng Ruijin had already eased up at this time, and the two relied on each other, constantly attacking the cultivators who surrounded them.

However, among all these people, only one stood coldly in front of the corridor of the Great Hall of Sorrow, looking at the shouting in front of him. Eye waves.

The man's blue coat fluttered, and he was indescribably amazing.

Finally, she shook her head, slowly pulled out the blue-clothed long sword in her hand that was the color of her clothes, and said slowly: "Cangli, it seems that we still have to make a move!"

Suddenly, I only heard a soft whistle, like a phoenix singing for nine days, the clear sound was pleasant, and it echoed. A brilliant blue light, Huo Ran soared, and Lu Xueqi rose with the sword, but when he saw that the light of the Tianxuan Divine Sword was shining, it actually illuminated the left and right circles.

The darkness doesn't seem to be able to get close to her face!

But she threw herself into the darkness, and with a "whew", a sharp roar shook the sky. The beautiful woman turned into an electric blue light and shot into the roaring and rolling darkness.

After a while, I saw the blue light shining, and the exclamations in the darkness were endless, and the pressure of everyone in the field suddenly lightened.

The blue light suddenly diffused, illuminating the square of the Great Hall of Separation and Sorrow, which was full of killing and blood.

The blue light is faint, like a dream, like a blue lotus flower that suddenly opens on this boundless killing battlefield.

The blue light flashed and went straight into the soul.

Between the lightning and flint, there were several more screams. The blue sword shadow and the beautiful blue figure burst out of the siege, floating in the air.

The wind rose, the blue clothes fluttered, and under that peerless face, it was like ten thousand years of faint ice, looking at the children of the Xiuzhen family who were a little frightened.

Duanmu Ningque suddenly spoke: "What about Feng Tian? You died under the sword of Cangli, and it is not in vain that you die!"

In other words, a blue light, through the sky and the earth, with that beautiful face, seems to be the most beautiful eternity in the world.

Everyone didn't seem to believe their ears, and looked at the beautiful cold woman in front of them and the brightest blue light in the dark night in her hands.

Even Ling Yijian, who was calmly performing his technique, was also stunned, looking at the blue sword shadow, his eyes were burning!

Countless voices of disbelief surged out: "That blue light, it turned out to be - Cangli Divine Sword!" ......