Under the bluestone cliff, a pool of green springs floated in the pool. Half of the pool water was the moonlight shone down, illuminating his cheeks, making his blood more and more lost, and his face was like white paper.

The water in the pond is not deep, about five or six meters, and a string of bubbles pops up from time to time from time to time. The spring water is green and clear, like melting jade liquid, rippling back and forth.

The next day, the Nie family in Wunian Ancient City.

"This matter must be suppressed. You can comfort the third brother and keep him closer."

Nie Wentong looked at the rising bamboo joints in the garden and said to the beautiful woman behind him.

This man was dressed as white as snow, looking at Pan, and having a majestic manner. There was a hint of gentleness in his eyes when he looked at Nie Wentong.

This woman is Nie Wentong's wife, Lan Qiuxue. Usually, she helps Nie Wentong communicate with her brothers.

Frowning, as if he was thinking of something, then he said to the other person behind him: "Lin Fan, I'm thinking about my mistakes in the middle of the door, you have to take him into consideration!"

He turned his back to the two of them, "You guys go back!"

At this time, Wen Qingsong's study room, Wen Qingsong opened the book on the desk with a book. Wen Quxian rashly opened the door. Wen Qingshan was unhappy and frowned slightly. Seeing that it was Wen Quxian, it stretched out again, showing a loving smile.

"You rarely come to my study, Xian'er!"

Wen Quxian looked anxious, "Father, you must save Xinzhi, he is my best friend."

He looked at the swaying branches outside the window, and the wind poured in from the window, feeling a hint of chill, but a person with such cultivation could drive away the chill from his body with a thought.

"You Uncle Feng, Zhan Jingfeng, just like him, if he is still alive, then he will definitely be fine. Moreover, I can't take action on such a thing, do you understand?"

Wen Quxian stood quietly and walked out of the door in silence.

On the other side, under the bluestone cliff, a violent aura raged, blowing away the mist and miasma.

"Newbie, if you are still alive, respond to your father!"

The mist dissipated and it was a shocking wind. It was wearing a long robe and was majestic. The body under the robe was wrapped in fiery red battle armor. It was formed by the sword energy, and its defense was self-evident.

However, this is the ability of the great sword master, and the sword energy condenses.

There was a red tiger standing beside his body, with an illusory figure, but there were fiery flames rising, and dragon patterns were entangled on his body.

This tiger is the sword spirit that shows the storm of the wind, and the ninth-level dragon pattern tiger.

Zhan Jingfeng was locked in a green pond in front of him. Those with high cultivation had good eyesight.

He vaguely saw a man soaking in the pool water.

In that body, he felt no chance.

"Zhan, Xin, my son!" His eyes were broken and tears flowed out from his eyes.

He was about to pass, but his heart suddenly sank, his whole body could not move, his body seemed to be pressed by rocks, and a heavy feeling was also filled with.

In the deep pool, a pair of cold pupils stared at him, which were vertical pupils.

In this way, he instantly realized that there should be snake monsters hidden under the deep pool, and this sense of oppression.

"The ninth-level sword gust of the spirit level is comparable to the existence of the clan elders...!"

The level of sword vein is similar to that of human race. The ninth level, each third level corresponds to a great realm. The first three sword energy, the middle three are sword disciples, the last three are sword masters, and the next three are sword masters, and the next three are spirit level, corresponding to the great sword master, soul level and sword soul, king level and sword king...

Swords are usually divided into pure blood and mixed-race species. The strength and talent of pure blood are much stronger than mixed-race species. The difference is that the pure blood species have the courage to inherit the ancestors, making the overall sense of oppression exuding extremely strong.

Undoubtedly, the thing in this pool should be pure blood.

Not only is his cultivation level four higher than Zhan Jingfeng, but his cultivation level is still a pure blood type. At this time, Zhan Jingfeng knew that he had no chance of winning.

However, Zhan Xinzhi's body was soaked in the water that he couldn't bear to be a father.

He looked at the ninth-level dragon-patterned tiger beside him, trembling as if he was falling into the cold winter month.

He simply took back the sword soul, and his entire aura suddenly rose to the level he should have.

The sword beast in the pool also moved slowly and began to show outlines.

It was a python-like sword beast with an adult waist.

When it saw Zhan Jingfeng move, it was immediately surprised: "Looking for death!"

The spirit-level sword beast is equivalent to a powerful human sword master, and has the origin of sword spirit and attributes. The only difference is that humans are refined into sword spirits by hunting monsters, while the sword spirit of the sword beast is refined into sword spirits by their own souls, which is even better in control.

There is also the spiritual-level sword beast that cultivates spiritual intelligence, speaks human words, and turns into a demon initially.

A ferocious python flesh head stuck out of the water, making a harsh roar. The sword soul in the body enveloped its body. Zhan Jingfeng met the phantom, and his body flew backwards...

The feeling of powerlessness spreads throughout the body and the chest loses consciousness.

He lowered his head slightly, and saw the flesh and blood on his chest being worn off, and the bones were terrifying.

I remembered that before, above the clan meeting.

"I know that the fourth brother came back this time for the position of the head of the family, and my next decision would be very irrational."

Everyone gathered their eyes on him and waited for his subsequent text.

"I want to go down Qingshi Cliff and find Xinzhi. This time I go there, so I decided to give up the position of the head of the family to the fourth child."

At this time, everyone's eyes fell on Zhan Dengtang again.

Zhan Dengtang stood up from his seat, smiled, and looked at Zhan Jingfeng: "Second brother, don't you think about it anymore?"

The eldest brother looked unhappy and stood up and scolded him, "Xinzhi fell from the Blue Stone Cliff, I'm afraid he's already... Second brother, why bother like this?"

Zhan Dengtang immediately released the sword spirit, and the strong wind suddenly raged.

"Brother, aren't it because I'm worried about my charge of the Zhan family, or...Brother wants to compete with me?"

When everyone reacted, he no longer had the meeting hall.

"Maybe, they are still arguing, but I'm going to die... I'm just sorry for Xinzhi's mother..."

He murmured at the sword beast that was lying in and coming towards him, his eyes getting wet and remembered how he promised to that person, but he did not keep it.

"Xinzhi, it seems that my dad is coming down to accompany you soon. You are no longer alone on the road to the underworld."

He slowly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

However, after a loud bang, I felt heavy rain pouring down the sky and my body was instantly wet.

Opening his eyes, the sword beast fell into the deep pool.

Then his eyes fell on the back standing in front of him. He was very familiar with this back. This was his...

"Father!"

The thin old man was Zhan Jingfeng's father. The old man of the Zhan family kept going, and he was a great swordsman of the ninth level, and his sword soul fire spirit lion.

"All people are dead, why do you still care about that corpse?"

Zhan Jingfeng had to say something, but Zhan Buxiu had already taken him to the Blue Stone Cliff.

"The grandson is dead, I don't want to lose my son again on the same day."

"But if you can't see it, I won't stop you or save you if you jump down, and I will pretend that you have never given birth to you."

As he said that, the figure was illusory, and the old man left, leaving Zhan Jingfeng alone, looking at the fog flowing under the cliff.

The monsters in the pool under the cliff were furious and lifted up the pool water to double the pool, causing the mountain to shake, and birds and beasts to fly in a panic. Some birds and beasts flew into the poisonous miasma and fell to death.

"Damn human race, when I break through, I will slaughter you all over the family, and no one will stay."

He calmed his anger and looked at the recessed area of ​​the pool. A ragged dry bone sat cross-legged in the water. Not far away was Zhan Xinzhi's body floating with the waves.

A small white fish that is about two fingers wide, with a faint light shining around it.

Little fish wander leisurely around the dead bones and the new.

The sword beast saw the white fish and there was endless greed in his eyes. Just as he was about to pass, his body collided with the barrier. A thunder-attribute sword energy wrapped around his body and lifted his scales away a few pieces. The pain made his body turn over in the pool. The water in the pool pushed the huge rocks on the shore a hundred meters away.
Chapter completed!