At the top of Heming Peak, the atmosphere in the pavilion was no longer as light as before. As the dust settled, it finally became solemn.

The sound of chess pieces falling on the chess board is crisp and pleasant.

Xun Yu frowned and sighed helplessly, "Yes, only the assassin at the level of the Master of Qingyin Pavilion may avoid my eyes and ears and come quietly around the Sword Sect."

Xun You did not mock him. No one in this world has the ability to mock his father sitting opposite him.

This is the truth that my father verified again and again with his opponent's blood and corpse in his past life.

The game I once won by chance had too much reliance on and rely on.

But it was precisely because of that game that touched my father's rebellion, which made me and I finally broke up completely.

What sits opposite today is no longer the father and son, but the prime minister of Shu and the Daduan national teacher.

In fact, Xun You knew it in his heart that if it weren't for Yun Luo, his father might not have met him again in his life.

So he quietly looked at the chessboard and waited for his father's response.

If you commit a defeat, you may still fight if you are trapped.

Xun Yu looked at Jiang Yan sitting in the carriage and asked for no reason, "Didn't you think about why Jiang Yan sent me today?"

Xun You raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and was silent for a moment, shook his head, "Who can Uncle Wen invite?"

There are only a few cultivators in the eighth level in the world.

Xun Yu did not answer directly, rubbed a chess piece, "You can't do it directly because I am concerned about the people of Shu and will not break with you, so I can't take action directly. So I went to find someone to help."

A ray of light suddenly flashed through Xun You's mind, and the shock appeared instantly and was hidden instantly. He smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect you to think of him and invite him out."

Xun Yu did not mock his opponent, but looked at the horizon and sighed, "Of course I can't ask for anything else, but since Qingyun still has an orphan, he will definitely come."

While speaking, he firmly placed a chess piece in one place, "He is the only one, so you don't have to worry about the slightest bit!"

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Zhou Mo felt the sudden shock of heaven and earth energy behind him, and said in his heart: Sorry, Youtang, goodbye to the next life!

He shouted, "Escape!" At the same time, he suddenly threw Yun Luo out from afar, turned around and set up a large pile of talisman arrays, emptying all the assets that were secretly prepared on the way to escape.

Although he knew that under the gap of a whole big realm, these hasty talisman arrays had almost no effect, he still looked at the rapidly condensed giant palm in peace, waiting for death.

Zheng An could see Zhou Mo's actions clearly. He did not immediately chase Yunluo, but looked at the Sixiang Mountain Embroidered Tiger that was about to die in his hands, with a cold and cruel smile. After he was solved, a child from the second realm, he still had room for struggle.

He thought to himself that it would be considered a man to not let you die under the assassin's common assassin use.

The talisman formation was instantly destroyed without expectation, and the giant palm came without diminishing. Just as Zhou Mo was about to close his eyes in despair, a powerful and sharp sword light exploded quietly, easily shattering the giant palm that made him feel powerless.

Thunder arose in the silent place!

Then Zhou Mo felt the back of his neck being pulled back and flew backwards. In a trance, he seemed to have seen a white-clothed swordsman.

Before Zhou Mo's situation was over, someone reached out to support him. He turned around and saw an old man in blue shirt standing aside with Yun Luo.

The old man first breathed a sigh of relief, then said with a smile: "I finally got nothing wrong. I heard about the name of the four symbols embroidered tiger for a long time, and I finally got the chance to meet today."

Zhou Mo was shocked at first. He had never met this person before. How did he know his identity?

Seeing that Yun Luo was fine in a blink of an eye, he seemed to know this old man. Zhou Mo felt relieved and stopped calculating. He bowed back his gift, "I dare not take it."

Yun Luo bowed deeply to Zhou Mo, "Thank you Mr. Zhou for sacrificing his life to save him. Such great kindness, Yun Luo will definitely remember this life."

Zhou Mo helped Yun Luo up, "No need to do so."

Zheng An on the other side was suddenly stopped by someone. He was shocked at first, and then looked at the person in front of him, a man in white with a stubble face and casually tied his hair behind his head, and said in his heart that something was wrong.

The palm I just now was a real eight-level attack, otherwise Zhou Mo, who was in the seventh-level, would not be unable to resist, but was shattered by this person's sword, which shows that this person's strength is not weak.

Thinking of this, Zheng An bowed gently, "This friend, please do things for convenience. It is not easy for a friend to practice, so it is better not to take these important events in the court."

There is a threat in the seemingly humble and friendly language. Believe that a person who can practice to this level should understand the choices.

The man in white said coldly, "Get out, let you go."

My voice was a little hoarse and sluggish, and I felt like someone I hadn't spoken for a long time.

The ruthless look gradually appeared on Zheng An's face, "If you are shameless, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zhou Mo quickly reminded loudly: "This person is Zheng An, the deputy head of Qingyin Pavilion, and is a low-ranking eighth level. Be careful."

The man in white looked back when he heard this, as if thanking Zhou Mo for his reminder.

Zheng An took this opportunity to move his body and appeared beside the man in white with the strange body technique unique to Qingyin Pavilion, and instantly emitted a vicious and vicious blow.

The man in white did not look back, and his momentum changed. The sword energy that soared into the sky was no longer hidden, and suddenly burst out. The sword energy flowed like a waterfall. The sword energy alone shattered Zheng An's attack, and then handed a sword backwards.

Just as Zheng An was split in half with a look of horror, Zhou Mo shouted carefully and rushed out, echoing in this forest for a long time.

The man in white sneered, "The Eight Realms of Paper."

Zhou Mo felt that some things he should have made clear, of course he didn't care, but it would be inappropriate if he accidentally harmed other kind-hearted people.

He bowed to the man in white who didn't seem to be easy to talk to, "Your cultivation is a perfect person, but this person is the deputy head of Qingyin Pavilion, and the direct descendant of Xun Qingge, the queen of the Daduan Dynasty. If you kill this person, there will be some future troubles. You must not disclose it. I will bear the responsibility for this matter in the future."

The man in white stared at him for a long time, and then said, "I am a good person, but I'm a little bit slow."

Zhou Mo laughed silently, and the old man smiled, "Mr. Xiuhu, you should know him."

Zhou Mo looked at the man in white standing with a sword in confusion. His body was tall and his face was half covered by his beard. But just looking at his eyes as bright as stars, he knew that this person's face would not be much worse, but he really didn't know him!

The old man's voice continued, "How to say it, he and you are neighbors."

Zhou Mo suddenly felt a sudden change in his heart, thinking of someone, and then remembering his indifferent attitude towards the Daduan Dynasty just now. He instantly understood the identity of this person, walked out quickly, walked to the man in white, and saluted respectfully, "Zhou Mo has seen the sword immortal in white!"

The old man patted Yun Luo on the shoulder, "Go, go and say hello to your Uncle Yang, he used to be your father's personal guard."

After a while, Zhou Mo looked at the figure in white clothes moving slowly forward and Yun Luo who was tightly hugging his shoulders. The two seemed to be whispering something, and a surging memory surged in their hearts.

More than 20 years ago, Ling Qingyun went down the mountain to make an internship and swept across the world. There was a young man who had always been his personal guard.

The boy was always used to wearing white clothes, being cold and disliked, and behaved neatly. Once he arrived at the battlefield, he was not afraid of death. He was always stained with blood in the white robe.

The boy had a high talent in swordsmanship, and he was given careful guidance from Ling Qingyun. In just a few years, he had already entered the seventh realm and gradually gained the reputation of a white-clothed sword immortal.

Ling Qingyun's wife Xun Ange also cared for this young man. The young man regarded the two as brothers and sisters, and was harmonious and warm.

But it all ended on the day sixteen years ago.

Ling Qingyun and Xun Ange died tragically in Lingyun Pavilion. When the young man who was transferred to the scene was arrived, the overall situation had already come to an end.

The boy's subsequent reaction was not circulated in the world. Everyone only knew that the day after the demise of Ling Mansion, the boy walked away from the 100,000 mountains and could not escape. At first, many people had asked for their visits in various ways, but were ignored.

Gradually, everyone gradually forgot about this white-clothed sword immortal.

The young man's surname is Yang and his name is Qing.

His biological brother is Yang Hao, the current Yongding Emperor of the Daduan Dynasty.

Before he walked away from the 100,000 mountains, the edict that he was smashed by his sword once wrote that he was named Prince Rui of the Daduan Dynasty.

Zhou Mo turned his head and looked at the old man walking side by side with him, and sighed: "The dragon rises, and the wind and rain are booming."

The old man smiled slightly, "Mr. Xiuhu has been hiding his weakness for many years, and it is time for great light to shine."

Zhou Mo also smiled and said, "Zhou Mo is having a lot of things, I want to ask Mr. Wen for advice."

The old man turned out to be Wen Wei. A few days ago, he was secretly sent to the 100,000 mountains by the Prime Minister and asked Yang Qing to come out. He kept going day and night, and finally arrived in time.

Wen Wei nodded, looking towards Heming Peak, "When the night passes, we will explain it to Mr. Xiuhu one by one."

The group of four people walked slowly towards the Xiling Sword Sect.

Not far away, a figure flew over and was the geese who rushed to help.

He had just sent the remaining teenagers to the hillside and asked them to inform Chen Qingfeng, so he turned around and flew towards the direction where Zhou Mo left.

At first glance, Yang Qing was holding Yun Luo, and mistakenly thought that Yun Luo had been held hostage. He activated his true energy and was about to rescue him. Zhou Mo quickly reminded him to stop him. Just as he was about to say something to Yan Jinghan, Yang Qing had already spoken lightly, with a hint of uncertainty in his expression, "Yan Sui Yun?"

Yan Jinghan was shocked. Who is this person? His appearance has changed drastically over the years. How could he recognize himself at a glance?

Wen Wei also quickly stepped forward and said with a smile: "It's too troublesome to say one by one, let's introduce it together later."

Zhou Mo didn't talk much, so he pulled Yan Jinghan, who was confused, and walked towards the Sword Sect together.

As soon as he arrived at the mountain gate, except for the injured Bai Qingyue and the dead Zhang Qinggui, Chen Qingfeng and the five elders, a total of six people, had already flew here together, and happened to meet Yun Luo and others.

Chen Qingfeng reached out to stop the elder behind him, looked at Yun Luo, looked at Yang Qing who was hugging Yun Luo, and then saw the three acquaintances behind the two. The old man from the Prime Minister's Mansion finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with concern: "Yun Luo, are you okay?"

Yunluo shook his head, Yang Qing let go of his arm, and Yunluo then bowed: "Thank you, the Sect Master and the elders for your concern."

Chen Qingfeng said to himself with fear, "It's fine, it's fine."

He looked at Yang Qing and bowed and asked, "I wonder if you are?"

Wenwei walked out happily, "I'll introduce it to you."

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At the top of Heming Peak, Xun You sighed to the sky, "It's so miserable, it's so miserable. The eighth grade that I finally piled up with so much effort and treasures has no way to survive."

Xun Yu said lightly: "What if Yang Qing's subordinates show mercy."

Xun You looked excited, shook his hands and danced his sleeves, "Who is Yang Qing? He looks harmless, but he crawled out of a sea of ​​corpses and blood. He has been obedient to his elder brother-in-law and sister in this life. At the beginning..."

Xun Yu interrupted coldly, "You should not be qualified to use this title again."

Xun You looked at the chess piece on the chessboard and said sadly: "It seems that this big dragon cannot be saved. I'm so stupid that I'm so stupid."

Xun Yu frowned again, "You are like this, but I feel a little uneasy."

Xun Yu gripped up a chess piece, "You and Jiang Yan are both out. I hope those idiots in Jincheng can know how to seize the opportunity."
Chapter completed!