The morning light is faint, the fairy mist is thick, the birds are singing, and the vitality is vigorous.

Song Si came to the waterfall, picked up a handful of clear springs, tasted it, washed his face, and felt very refreshed, and then looked at the endless green mountains, and was in a good mood!

"I really hope that these good things will always be there. Song Si said in his heart.

The sword light was dazzling, cutting through the sky, this was the first large-scale gathering of the sword cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion, and in addition to meeting the new pavilion master, the people who came also discussed the affairs of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley.

Ten Thousand Demon Valley, originally just a small demon clan gathering area, the spiritual veins are thin, the four pavilions of the Sword Domain in line with the principle of equality of all things, let it develop, until 300,000 years ago, there was a heavenly demon born there, unified the demon clan, this became the holy land of the demon clan.

Despite this, the demon clan and the sword cultivator in the sword domain got along quite harmoniously, and there was no large-scale friction, which was mainly due to the deterrence of the four sword pavilion masters.

However, the bloody and ferocious nature of the demon clan has been passed down from generation to generation, and the friction between the Ten Thousand Demon Valley and the Sword Domain has become more and more, and finally developed into a war.

The end of the law is coming, the previous Southern Sword Pavilion Pavilion Lord unexpectedly fell, which invisibly boosted the prestige of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and the demons in the valley kept fighting with the major sword cultivation sects in the Southern Sword Domain, and the incident of destroying the faction and seizing the pulse occurred repeatedly, and the pavilion master of the Southern Sword Pavilion who lost the pavilion master could only retreat step by step.

The final result was that the Southern Sword Domain gradually became the base camp of the demon clan on the Kunxu Star, and even the Yange City, Market City, Ye City, and Law City controlled by the Four Great Sword Pavilions were occupied by the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and the remaining Yuxuan City and Qingying City were also in danger.

Poor Nanjian Pavilion did not have the support of the other three pavilions at this time. It's long gone.

Despite this, in the impression that the Sword Domain is outside, the major sects will only mention the words "Three Pavilions of the Sword Domain". The South Sword Pavilion has long been forgotten.

The sword cultivators who returned to the South Sword Pavilion were in a complicated mood, they looked at the sword furnace stone carving in front of the South Heaven Palace, and stepped into the main hall step by step, were they new students, or were they forgotten again?

They didn't know, the only thing they knew was that there was a new pavilion master here. The first new pavilion master in 10,000 years!

Above the main hall, there is a sword word hanging, which was left by a sword immortal of the Southern Sword Pavilion before he ascended. If there is a person in the Sword Pavilion who has reached the realm, he can freely enter the South Heaven Hall to comprehend carefully, if the realm is not enough, he will go to the realm, and there will be a risk of falling.

Before the word sword. Song Si stood there calmly. Looking at the sword cultivators who entered the main hall one by one, remember the faces of each of them.

On his left side are the elder deacons such as the Great Elder Dongfang Jue, the City Lord of Yuxuan City, the City Lord of the Green Netherworld, the Pioneer of Yuwei, the Second Elder Remnant Coffee, and the Third Elder Tantai Tianxia, and on the right are the new Keqing Elders such as Mo Liuli, Zhuge Yan, Ye Yunlin, Ye Dumping, and Murong Chen, as for the poor Mu Ziye and Nangong Yifeng, who were still recuperating due to their injuries, they were unable to attend this meeting.

Above the six Yuan Infants, sixty Yuan Infant Sword Cultivators, and two hundred and sixteen Jindan Monks. It was almost over, and Song Si bowed slightly to everyone: "I am your new pavilion master." Now, Great Elder, please tell me about the general situation in the Southern Sword Domain. ”

"A day ago, the Pavilion Master killed Xiao Wuxian, the youngest son of the Ten Thousand Demon Ancestor, Nalan Lianqing, the Demon Marshal of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, the Demon General Painting Pen, the Sky Wandering Feather, the Tree Silver Flower, the Bear Mountain, and the Little Demon Qian. Dongfang Jue paused, swept away the stunned expressions in the main hall with his divine sense, and then continued: "Due to the above situation, the pavilion master decided to declare war on the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and asked for an explanation. ”

There was an uproar in the Nantian Palace, and although everyone was shocked when they heard Song Si's achievements, they didn't see it with their own eyes after all, so their awe of Song Si was limited, and they were more suspicious.

Is it because of the people who killed the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, this logic always feels that there is something wrong, or this new pavilion master is not a liar, but a complete madman.

Dongfang Jue ignored the uproar in the main hall and continued: "The main purpose of this meeting of the South Sword Pavilion is to discuss the battle plan for the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and the plan includes recovering the Yan Song City, the Market City, the Ye City, and the Law City, and leveling the Ten Thousand Demon Valley. ”

The voices in the main hall were even noisier, fear, doubt, and disbelief, and only a few sword cultivators felt the blood boiling in their bodies, ready to fight for the grievances of the Southern Sword Pavilion for ten thousand years!

The elders of the Southern Sword Pavilion were calm, showing no signs of fighting or not fighting, and the city lord of Yuxuan City simply sat down and carefully tasted the spiritual tea on the table.

This tea is a special offering of the Yu clan, refreshing and pleasant, with the effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin, as a high-ranking female monk, she has no resistance to it.

As a result, the qiē in the main hall had almost nothing to do with her.

"It would be nice if there was a legendary Zhuyan Pill. "Phantom Evil Holding the Spirit Tea, I thought like this.

"Please express your opinions!" Dongfang Jue ended his speech, and the discussion began.

"Impossible! The current strength of the Southern Sword Pavilion is not at all the opponent of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, and the Southern Sword Pavilion will be destroyed because of this!" said a deacon in the middle of the Yuan Infant Period.

A few divine senses swept over, and this sword cultivator was not afraid at all, and argued with reason that there were many reasons why Chen Nan Sword Pavilion was not an opponent.

At the Sword Pavilion meeting, everyone is equal, and there is no threat or retaliation afterwards, which is why this sword cultivator is so fearless under the eyes of the main battle faction.

Unless he is a spy in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons and is seen through, then fear is not a matter for him to think about.

"Write it down, this is the weakness of the South Sword Pavilion. After listening to the statement, Song Si ordered the Sword Pavilion disciple on the side to record it.

"Stupid!" The old man with a childish face and a radiant look stood up and directly rebuked: "If you are not an opponent, you can't fight? If you are not an opponent, isn't it an excuse to fight?

The young monk took a few steps back under the old man's authority, pointing at the old man and not daring to say a word.

"Fellow Daoists, I'm sorry, I was rude!" the old man apologized first, and then said, "Ten Thousand Demon Valley is strong, this is not bad, but Ten Thousand Demon Valley has bullied my Southern Sword Pavilion for a long time, and the Southern Sword Pavilion has reached the time when I have to fight, if I don't fight, my Southern Sword Pavilion will die!"

"Everyone, do you still remember that the Three Slaughter Ruins City of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, the Zhanlu City, the Invasion of Ye City, and the attack on the Sword Immortal City are not known how many times, just today, the Sword Immortal City is still managed by the Sea Clan, the Demon Clan, and the Human Race! Why should the main city of my Sword Domain be invaded by the Demon Clan and managed by the Demon Clan?"

The old man's white beard was like a needle, and he said loudly: "These are all the shame of my South Sword Pavilion!"

"Fellow Daoists, take a look, if it weren't for the Qing Netherworld City being close to the Southern Sword Pavilion, I'm afraid it would have changed hands long ago, but that's it, how many years has the Four Pavilion Teleportation Arrays in the Qing Netherworld not been opened? Six thousand years, it's a full six thousand years!"

Speaking of this, tears flowed from the old man's eyes: "For the sake of these six thousand years, how many sword cultivators have been ambushed by the demon clan in a hurry? How many sword dao ancestors have shed blood for this? Just five days ago, one of my disciples was killed by the demon clan on the way to the South Sword Pavilion......

"He is only twenty-three years old, and he has reached the late stage of Jindan at a young age, and his achievement is just around the corner. He was the youngest in his classmates, and he was the most loved by his brothers and sisters, but now, he is gone......"

The old man's voice was a little choked: "Fellow Daoists, how many of you still remember the old sword oath? How many of you still remember the dignity of the sword? If you violate the sword oath and the sword is humiliated, how can you achieve the way of the sword? Ask the realm of the sword immortal? Are you really willing to be reduced to a dusty pile after a few hundred years?"

Great Elder Dongfang Jue looked at the old man, his gaze changed slightly, but after a moment, he recovered and became still firm, and several other sword cultivators above the Yuan Infant also focused their eyes on the old man at this time, turning into dust in the world of the end of the law?

The second elder looked indifferent, and the third elder raised his long sleeves lightly, concentrating, and the city lord of Yuxuan City also put down the spiritual tea at this time and listened quietly.

On Song Si's right side, the sword in Mo Liuli's arms quieted down for the first time, and this was the first time Song Si had seen it, which made him a little surprised.

Ye Yunlin smiled, for him, everyone here has their own unique sword rhyme, which is very suitable for his kendo research, especially the old man in front of him, his sword intent is peaceful, but it contains anger, revenge, sorrow and other rhymes, no matter which one is very terrifying, so he has to study it carefully.

Murong Chen put away the folding fan, patted it one by one, and tapped his left hand, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Nightfall was calm, and the only thing that worried him was that he would probably have to receive a lot of injuries in the coming days.

Zhuge glanced at Song Si meaningfully, he thought that this was Song Si's arrangement, but Song Si did not divert his gaze and did not answer this.

"For the sect, for the Southern Sword Pavilion, for our sword path, and for our sword immortal road, we must fight!

The battle intent was like a raging fire, igniting everyone in the main hall, and finally converging into a shocking sword intent, soaring into the sky and breaking through the sky!

Under the blazing atmosphere of battle intent, some sword cultivators who had originally advocated retreating couldn't help but turn red, and they naturally retreated to the corner without saying a word.

Despite this, Song Si still found that several of them were clenching their fists tightly, and the battle intent and shame in their eyes were intertwined, perhaps, deep in their hearts, they actually wanted to fight.

"Give them a chance later. ”

Song Si secretly wrote down a few people, and asked the old man, "May I ask the name of your friend?"

"The Lord of the Song Pavilion, in Xia Cao Yu, is the Elder of the Southern Sword Pavilion, and the sect was destroyed by the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons 1,200 years ago. Cao Yu returned the salute, with a trace of tears in his determined eyes, "Lord Song Pavilion, it's been more than 10,000 years, and the sword cultivator of my Southern Sword Domain is finally waiting for you!"

"Song doesn't dare, but he will not disappoint you. Song Si quickly supported the old man who wanted to worship, "There is no need for these false gifts, now let's discuss where to hit first." ”

"Ruins City!" Cao Yu grabbed Song Si's hand and said firmly, "The demon disaster starts from the ruins, and the demon clan should be allowed to perish in the ruins......!