The battle of life and death is only in a moment. The aftermath caused by thunder and sword shadows set off a wave of dust on the hot sand, shook everything around.

Zuo Yunting just saw a silent thunder ball floating behind Ye Hong's head. The next moment, the thunder ball exploded. Thousands of electric snakes instantly wrapped around Ye Hong's body like twisted tentacles, and he was also flew away by the aftermath.

When I fell to the ground and looked at Ye Hong's place again, I saw a big pit appearing on the spot.

The feminine young master wearing a scholar's robe floated in his empty hand holding the shadow of two chains, binding Ye Hong who was in a paralysis.

The bearded man with a bearded face held a black sword in his hand and took Ye Hong's eyebrows with one sword; the girl holding the iron pipa in her back as a sledgehammer swung the iron pipa in her hand and hit Ye Hong's head.

Boom

After the harsh and crisp sound of the sword energy burst, the storm that had just started returned to silence.

The Qi family watched all this and showed a shock in their eyes. They knew that there was a master helping him, but they did not know their identity and did not dare to approach him easily.

Qi Jia felt that the sword skills displayed by the bearded man looked familiar, but the appearance was too different, so it was difficult to confirm, so he just stepped forward and helped Zuo Yunting up.

After Zuo Lingquan succeeded in the attack, he stopped Xie Qiutao, who wanted to smash Ye Hong to avoid zombie fraud. He turned around to see if the fifth brother fell and was injured, but at this moment, a sound of a sword sound as he rushed to the sky came from the northwest direction:

call out

The sword roared like a wolf roaring the moon, the heavens wept blood, with endless sadness and sorrow.

The terrifying and majestic look was not only the monks who noticed the abnormal movements around Huokaku, but also Shangguan Lingye's face changed and he looked to the northwest in a blink of an eye.

Zuo Lingquan felt the Mo Yuan sword in his hand and began to tremble rarely, as if he was afraid. He said in confusion:

"What a strong sword intent, what is this?"

"The sword hangs on the blue sky, and the spirit shocks the ghost palace, and it is worthy of the name of the immortal sword Huangquan."

"Is it Lao Lu?"

"It's only him, depending on the situation, I want to die with others."

"perish together?!"

Shangguan Lingye did not respond and flew to the northwest.

Zuo Lingquan and Lao Lu were also in a relationship. They followed behind and reminded him in a blink of an eye:

"Miss Xie, the situation ahead is unclear. You go back to the pleasure boat and wait. If the situation is not good, retreat immediately. Don't follow Qingwan."

Although Xie Qiutao is not as powerful as Zuo Lingquan, she is definitely better than Zuo Lingquan. However, she knew the power of the fairy sword and said:

"You should be careful, don't be stubborn."

Before they finished speaking, the two disappeared into the sky.

On the other side, the Qi family felt the vast sword intent coming from the northwest, and their colors changed. Qi Jia knew some of Lao Lu's background, and his face turned pale:

"Oh no, Lao Lu is in trouble."

Zuo Yunting was a little confused. Just as he was about to ask something, he saw a yellowish highlight appearing on the sky of the northwest wind.

The highlights are extremely far away. At first glance, they just look like a star hanging above the white clouds. But in a blink of an eye, the yellow sword energy poured out from the highlights like a torrent.

Boom

The momentum was like the Milky Way flowing backwards, covering the entire northwest sky in an instant.

"My God, how long has Lao Lu held his urine..."

"What kind of pee, run..."

…—

A moment ago.

The burning heat of the charred earth was shrouded in the sequel sword energy, turning into a biting cold, as if the entire Huokaku Valley had turned gray.

Lin Zifeng held the sword purple lightning in his hand, half hanging in the air, looking at the elderly swordsman below, with three sarcastic points in his eyes:

"Not only are you old, but the sword in your hand is also old. If you lose your temper, what is your name? "

"call……"

Old Lu held the sword and half-kneeled on the ground. The blood on his right hand slid down the sword's edge, soaking the charred land. His eyes were still as sharp as when he was young, but it was hard to hide his power in his tranquility.

Lin Zifeng's sword is similar to Jiang Taiqing. Both the sword is like thunder and the way of thunder is thunder. The difference is only one green and one purple.

Although Lin Zifeng has not realized his "Sword Yi" so far, and is not the general of Jiang Taiqing, facing Lao Lu, who was also stuck by "Sword Yi", his realm crushing and the five elements are incompatible, which is enough to make him invincible.

Lao Lu’s five elements dominate the earth, and his sword is "heavy", with a force like a mountain and a heavy pound. It was once regarded as the most heavy sword in Zhongzhou. Few people can bear it, but the disadvantage is that it cannot be fast.

When he met an opponent like Lin Zifeng who was quick and thunderous with his ghostly charm and taking into account the killing power of thunder, the gap in realm made him old, even unable to get close to him, and he was not on the same horizontal line at all.

Only then did Lao Lu realize that he had regressed to this situation.

Since he repented, Lao Lu has stopped focusing on the sword. He thought he would have lost his mind to win or lose and would not care about such things.

But at this time, I still feel depressed.

After all, he only lost once in his life in his Jian. That time he lost to himself. He never lost to outsiders when he was fighting. He would not live now.

Xi Jian has been sorry for the people around him throughout his life. If he is sorry for the sword in his hand, wouldn’t he really live in vain?

Old Lu stood up with a long sword, looked at Lin Zifeng floating in the air, and said hoarsely:

"You traitorous little boy, are you worthy of the word "swordsman"?"

Lin Zifeng said calmly: "You have been ungrateful all your life, but in the end you mock me for being traitorous and not worthy of being called a 'swordsman'. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"hehe……"

Lao Lu thought it was quite ridiculous. He could not afford to be a swordsman; but the difference between him and Lin Zifeng was that he knew that the person he was wrong was not the sword in his hand.

So his sword was still standing behind him; just like when he was a young man, as long as he believed in the sword in his hand, the sword would not let him down and could give him the killing power that was enough to look down on the people.

"Die for me!"

A hoarse shout was like a lone wolf roaring in the moon!

Old Lu suddenly stood up straight, held his wrist with his left hand, pointed his sword with his right hand towards the sky, and a yellow light rushed out from his eyebrows and shot into the sky.

call out

In an instant, a strong wind swept through, the world changed color, and the sword energy that was as heavy as a mountain filled the entire world.

The vast power of heaven fell from the sky, and Lin Zifeng was instantly pressed back to the ground. Knowing that Lao Lu wanted to fight desperately, his face changed slightly, he took the initiative and stabbed Lao Lu's eyebrows with a backhand sword.

Unfortunately, Lao Lu ignored him at all, just looked up at the brilliance of the sky and the light.

That was the light I saw when I was a ignorant boy, picking woodcutters in the deep mountains.

The light was far away in the sky and high above. Only those standing on the top of the mountain could emit such light.

When Lao Lu saw it, he understood that as long as he held it, he could hold the whole world.

Once upon a time when he saw this light, his deep-rooted thoughts took root in his heart. He went out for 8,000 miles, walked around famous mountains and rivers, and finally entered the immortal gate and successfully grasped the light.

But at this moment, when this dazzling light really bloomed from his hands, Lao Lu's heart lost the yearning of youth, nor the pride when he was just starting out. The only thought in his heart was that on the morning when he entered the mountain to pick wood, his mother once told him:

"Come back early, don't be too playful and forget about mealtime."

That was the last word he heard his parents say in his life. It was obvious that he did not listen.

Later on the East China Sea, another person said something similar to him on the nameless hill:

"I'll wait for you here. You'll come back early. Be careful on the way."

He just said impatiently, "I understand", but he didn't listen.

When he really held this light, he realized that he had obtained everything he thought he had, but lost the whole world, leaving only alone.

I have too many words in my heart and want to respond to my past instructions, but he is the only one left in the world. Who can I say these words full of guilt and longing?

Lao Lu's turbid eyes reflected the dazzling sword shadow pressing down from the sky, showing confusion and relief.

Everything in this life begins with this light, and it should be ended with this light.

It ended a little suddenly, but it started just as suddenly. He might have been like this in his life.

Seeing Lin Zifeng attacking with a sword, Lao Lu did not dodge. With calmness, he controlled the natal sword that followed him and stabbed Lin Zifeng's forehead.

He wants to use the strongest sword in his life to end his life that he is not worthy of being a human being.

But unfortunately, sometimes it is not that easy to die cleanly.

"Old Lu!"

A loud shout came from the cliff of Huoka Valley.

Lao Lu didn't look back, but he could hear who it was.

The next moment, the sword energy behind him soared into the sky, and two ink dragons, with unparalleled killing power, crossed over his head and pointed directly at Lin Zifeng in front of him.

A giant magic-sealing sword formation with a radius of nearly a hundred feet appeared on the ground instantly.

Two ink dragons circled and rushed into the sword tide under the Huangquan sword. It looked like a sword, but Lao Lu and Lin Zifeng both saw that these were two swords.

The two swords that were taken together seemed to be able to break all the techniques with one sword!

The strange scenes made the two old swordsmen who had been immersed in the kendo for hundreds of years but had been in the dead end at the same time showed a stunning look.
To be continued...