This chapter was written yesterday during the day. If you have something to do, the number of words is a bit small. I forgive me.

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"What's wrong?"

Peng Suo took a deep breath and the group finished the major event on Xiyu Lake. He was returning south along the Hongqiao of the "Juxian Bridge", and of course he also saw this scene.

Although they are not relying on both sides now, they can connect to the Linggang Mountain system, where the spiritual law works, and can also detect the situation there.

Looking at the north sky from afar, I saw Ye Banshan's sword intent falling, standing alone in the scroll, surrounding the demon tide and rising and falling; and in the southeast direction, although there was a sword intent sounding, no sword immortal power flew up. Instead, I whispered by my waist, which was Chen Longchuan's sword in his arms.

He couldn't help asking again: "What's wrong?"

"It's about the blood." Li Bocai responded coldly and quietly.

When Peng Suo heard this, his eyes were as bright as a sword and he looked at him angrily. At this moment, he completely forgot about his status and the gap in cultivation. Just as Li Bocai said, his heart was filled with blood and he had even grasped the hilt of the sword.

Although fortune and purification have never been dealt with, he is also a line of fortune, but at this moment, can such sarcastic words be said?

A sneer suddenly came from beside him. The one who laughed was the disciple of Li Chen Sect who was so brave that he almost "swallowed" Ling Jiao alive when he was in danger.

Li Bocai and others have been busy with the witch gods these days, and they have long left their negotiations with Li Chen Sect behind. They also feel that this junior swordsmanship cultivation is also considered a lineage of Jian Xuan. Now that they have returned to the south, they have taken it away with Ling Jiao.

This person seems to be called... Zhang Yan?

Although Zhang Yan was locked by the sword intent and was weak all over, he still laughed. As for what he laughed at, there was no need to say.

But except for Ling Jiao blinking at him, neither Li Bocai nor Peng Suo would be willing to pay attention to it for any reason.

But at this time, Zhang Yan really wanted to say something: "The boy came to the Donghou sword intent and collected some rumors and anecdotes. He has admired his predecessors for a long time. Suddenly, he felt that there were a few words that were particularly suitable for the situation."

Wan Tengshan next to him heard his sarcasm, and was afraid he would not be able to speak any good things. Just as he was about to block his mouth, Zhang Yan laughed and sang:

“It’s so fishy that thousands of miles away…”

Along the way, the city's magic tide rolled over and rolled over from the rainbow bridge, feeling moved when the scene was touched. The sword cultivators were a little surprised at first, but then changed color.

At this time, Zhang Yan was already singing:

"It's so fishy that thousands of miles away. Where will the heroic spirits of the ages be there? When will it be? "

It seemed that they felt that these monks on the "bridge" were too impatient. It was because of the powerful power of the Nine Palace Demon Realm. The fierce demon tide surrounded millions of demons and rushed forward, but they hit the iron plate. In a blink of an eye, they were swept away by the powerful and violent sword light of a sword cultivator.

However, the sword roar in the sky could not stop Zhang Yan's hoarse and out-of-tune, but also strong and fierce voice:

"Why do you need to ask about the magic luck? He Ri is in the middle!"

The smell of fishy spirits of thousands of miles is so smelly. Where will the heroic spirits of the ages be there? When will the majestic fortune be achieved? Why do you need to ask the devil's fortune? He is in the middle!

These words are Chen Longchuan's words back then.

It was during the sword witch battle that year, Chen Longchuan, who was also a sword cultivator, gave it to Donghou. The gift of "Heri" was exactly the same as the Great Sun sword intent that Donghou had already achieved something at that time, and it also had the intention of promising himself.

As long as this story is a monk named Wen Jianxuan, there are few people who don’t know about it. Even Peng Suo’s “backward” has been carefully studied by Chen Longchuan’s past, and he is familiar with this allusion.

He knew that Zhang Yan was just converting the word "Wu" in "Wu Yun, why should Wu Yun ask?" into the word "Demon".

But the words and sentences that were so fierce and full of enthusiasm back then were placed in this scene today, how could people's hearts be able to bear?

Peng Suo held the hilt tightly and only lowered his eyes.

Li Bocai didn't care about everyone's emotions, and the smile on his face did not change. He still ignored Zhang Yan and only patted Peng Suo on the shoulder:

"So you should be a sword cultivator."

He looked back at the picture of the North Sky and murmured: "...there are really a lot."

At this moment, like him, the sword cultivators from the north sky looked more than one hundred thousand or one million!

Thousands of sword cultivators were filled with blood in their hearts, staring at the changes in the picture scroll.

Above the distant sky scroll, although there are snow waves in the high cliff and the sword intent are stacked, now there is only one Ye Banshan alone.

The demon tide hits the sky and hits the shore, and it must be completely suppressed.

Ye Banshan's true power sword roared, storming the void, and no matter how the tides come from all directions, they remained unmoved.

However, the picture scroll is clear and unstable, and it is like an isolated island in the sea, appearing and disappearing in danger.

Perhaps it is the empathic effect brought by the same environment. I don’t know how many sword cultivators instinctively draw swords around the real Linggang Mountain, but what can they do?

The surroundings were calm and the waves were quiet, and a group of people looked around with their swords, in a daze, no one knew where they were going.

The peaks of Linggang sing together, and when they reach the extreme, the sword energy finally surges into the sky, echoing the north. However, this is the spontaneous resonance of the sword intent of all dynasties on Linggang Mountain. Although it is magical, it only breaks the demon tide, and it is hard to have any other effect.

"Hell!"

Someone pulled down the sword heavily, went to the ground and sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling inexplicably blocked, and felt sad, which came from the middle.

Looking up at Linggang Mountain - on Linggang Mountain, which is close to you, the sword lights are coming and going, seemingly unrestrained, but they are also clueless.

"He's so angry!"

Suddenly, I heard the sound of air sucking around me and looked up. But there was a person in the Demon Tide. Which Demon Sect’s strong man should have had the opportunity to attack Ye Banshan with the blessing of the Demon Tide.

Although the sword cultivators also knew that the image of Ye Banshan reflected in the north sky was mostly transformed by the sword intent, but when fighting with the Demon Sect, it was restricted here and it was difficult to fully understand the body, let alone the demon tide of a world at this moment. I don’t know how many demons there are outside the heavens. The Demon Lord of the Dharma End of the Way was staring at Ye Banshan, just waiting for him to reveal his flaws, and he was about to rush up.

Seeing that the situation was dangerous, Ye Banshan was silent and fighting against all directions, suddenly he was angry and shouted:

"A thief!"

The sound was like thunder, the sword was like lightning, and thousands of miles of void. Under a sword, the wind and clouds burst out, and only the powerful and domineering sword intent spread across the sky. Whether it is a demon cultivator or a demon, it is like being bombarded by thunder, it is wiped out in an instant. The universe is clear and the evil demon is low.

On the side of Linggang Mountain, the sword cultivators who were originally worried that Ye Banshan would be outnumbered, were stunned for a moment, and then they were thunderous.

Although the Banshan Sword Ancestor was in seclusion for a long time and did not hear any noise, once he drew his sword, his heroic spirit would not decrease.

However, at this time, the demon tide was endless, and the realm of thousands of miles of pureness was soon stained with the rolling turbid air.

But at this moment, Ye Banshan ignored the tide of demons coming, narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly, as if he was listening.

Since the thunder sword, the every move of this old sword immortal has touched people's hearts. On the side of Linggang Mountain, which was still noisy, thousands of sword cultivators have also calmed down one by one and stopped breathing.

I am in the south of the world, and people are in the north of the earth, but the bright moon shines, and the whole world is shared.

At that time, there was a vague message that turned into the moonlight, and only those who were interested could feel it.

Just like Linggang Mountain at this moment, many people seemed to hear it. After the thunder sword light swept through, it lowered its voice in the empty sky, and gradually disappeared.

The demon tide surged, overwhelming, and the chaotic noise drowned the last "resential sound".

Ye Banshan opened his eyes and still looked at the magic tide that was close to him, only looking at the beautiful scenery of mountains and seas floating in the void. It was deserted and empty. Even the sword intent that had previously resonated with each other was gradually changing under the impact of the magic tide.

Although the sword intention was aimed at, sweeping the world and killing the demon, there was no familiar echo.

He smiled and said, "I'm old... how can the boss say?"

Looking up at the Mingyue in the Dangkong, he smiled unchanged: "Maybe you were cheated out, but we will do our best to do this! Thousands of people are like this, and one person is the same!"

The energy roared, the cold light broke into the sky, and the demon tide that had already hit the face storm again, and a clear land was swept open in a blink of an eye, with a brilliant sword intent, like a nine-foot collapse thunder, one sound pressed over and one sounded over and over, and the sound was so loud that it was thunder and everything was silent.

At this moment, there is a tragic voice that tear apart the void:

"Raise your head and clouds floating in the northwest, and you must have a long sword that leans against the sky and thousands of miles away!"

Above the snow waves of the high cliff, Ye Banshan alone is alone in the lonely sword, dancing in the sky, the sword is windy and waved, as strong as a rainbow.

The Northern Sky Sword Intention Scroll was empty and quiet; but around the Linggang Mountain in Tiannan, thousands of sword cultivators rose up, raised their swords, and roared together. What was worse, until the tears fell, their throats were hoarse, and they kept their voices:

"Raise your head and clouds floating in the northwest, and you must have a long sword that leans against the sky and thousands of miles away!"

The spiritual gate vibrates, the peaks are whispering, and the buzzing sounds are endless.

At this moment, the southeastern heavenly realm was 100,000 miles in a radius, and the sword energy was stacked and stirred up, soaring into the sky. The turbid air of the nine heavenly demons dispersed in an instant.

Li Bocai and his group were on the Immortal Bridge, and were also inspired by the sword energy, and they were silent for a while.

Peng Suo took a few deep breaths and looked northward. However, his eyes unexpectedly swept to some strange phenomenon, and he was now deviated:

"there……"

Li Bocai followed his sight and pointed to a place in the northwest of the central part. It was originally hidden under the demon tide, but for some reason, the waves surging, opening up a pure land, and then appearing and disappearing under the pressure of the demon tide.

Wan Tengshan Qi said: "Who is there another senior sword immortal..."

Zhang Yan laughed again on one side: "Your fortune lineage is too forgetful. Have you forgotten the Sword Garden?"

In fact, Wan Tengshan said half of the words and had already woken up, but he was still despised by Zhang Yan. But he was not angry, he was just silent.

Sword Garden, the destroyed and forgotten cemetery.

People say this place, and I see it late at night, and the bullfighting flames are bright.

Zhang Yan laughed coldly and sadly: "The legacy of Linggang has been buried in the garden for a long time, eight out of ten...uh."

The character "9" was not revealed, but was hit hard by Peng Suo with a scabbard, and his whole body was bent into a shrimp shape.

As for Peng Suo, his eyes were red when he raised his face again.

This time, no one stopped him. Even Ling Jiao just secretly gave him a glance to Zhang Yan.

Peng Suo stood on the Hongqiao Bridge, holding Longchuan Sword's fingers, his joints turned white, and he met Li Bocai and said in a hoarse voice:

"Senior Brother Bocai, Peng Suo will be together today!"

"Oh, where are you going?"

Peng Suo took a long breath, suddenly smiled, looked north at Zhongtian, and murmured:
Chapter completed!