Chapter 39 The Return of the Old Man

The Feather School, the top of the mountain.

"Hahaha, it's really refreshing, it's really amazing!" The wild laughter spread in the sky, followed by the thunder-like dragon roar.

That Ye Qilin held the Xuanhua axe and swayed it freely in the air. The axe swept across the thick track of vermilion, scraped a large scale of dragon scales on the golden dragon, and dripping blood fell from the sky.

A thick golden thunderbolt galloped in the sky, smashing through the mad young man, but he was still unafraid, only the clothes on his body had some black marks.

The golden dragon swooped down from the sky, swiping its sharp claws down fiercely, creating a shrill arc, but such an attack was also stopped by that Ye Qilin. I saw his body swell a little, his thick muscles bulged, like a giant, his skin became dark red, covered with scales and armor, he held the handle of the axe tightly, and split the sharp claws, even if the edge crossed his body, only Leaving a fire scratch, can not break the defense.

"This unicorn leaf, cultivation is the hidden dragon lineage of Nagarjuna's Blood Exhaustion Sect."

In the open space below, the guests who came to worship the mountain whispered to each other and communicated in a low voice.

"It seems that yes, Nagarjuna's Blood Exhausted Sect is known for its durability and tenacity. After they transform into a dragon, they will become extraordinarily powerful, making it difficult to kill, and have few weaknesses."

Although it is slightly lacking in the means of attack, Nagarjuna's Blood Exhaust Sect is good at defense, and the more it fights, the stronger it is, it is often a headache for every family to visit.

"And, even in such a fierce battle, he still hasn't fully transformed into a dragon, and it seems that he still retains a lot of strength."

"It's hard to handle the Feather Sect now. It seems that King Dai wants to force Jinhua to bow his head."

"The Wufeng lineage, according to the legend, if it can get the support of the Feather Sect, even in name, it will be of great benefit to King Dai's reputation, which will make many swaying forces fall to him. "

The people below communicated, and the battle in the sky finally came to an end after a fierce battle.

The 'Autumn Twilight Bronze Dragon Valley' disciple who turned into a dragon before turned into a human again and slowly descended from the sky, but compared to before, his face was pale and his body was weak, and finally he had to say apologetically, "I have a negative" Entrusted ' and then sat back to the corner of the open space on the top of the mountain.

Seeing this retreat, Ye Qilin also slowly descended from the sky, glanced at the audience, turned to Jinhua again, and asked for advice.

"Senior Jinhua, I don't know if there are any disciples who fought with me in the Huangyu faction. I'm really itching." Compared with before, he also showed a lot of lust on his face. It seems that he won several games in a row. It also made him a lot more confident, no longer as respectful and cautious as before.

In the face of this young junior's provocation, Jinhua lowered her eyes and spoke.

"Si Heng, Si Xuan, the two of you are on stage together."

"Yes, Senior Sister in charge."

The two core disciples of the Feather Sect, who were almost identical in appearance, handed over their hands, and then walked down the steps together to meet Ye Qilin on the open space on the top of the mountain.

"Did the Feather faction send two people at once?"

"Although it is a bit unconventional, it seems that there is nothing wrong with the arrogant attitude of the other party." After everyone whispered a few words, their eyes focused on the three people in the center.

The two disciples of the Feather School, called Si Heng and Si Xuan, are twins. Now they are both superhumans (Magic Sequence 8) in the same vein. After entering the arena, the two pulled out the The long sword, then like a pair of purple and green stars that accompany each other, rushed towards Ye Qilin who was standing.

Jinghong's sword light slid across the air in a zigzagging trail, staggering back and forth. There was no chance for the 'unicorn' to dodge in space. Almost instantly, the sharp sword light made several openings on him. .

"Oh, it seems that the seniors of the Feather School still have some means, hehe." He held the handle of the axe with both hands, and swung vigorously along the side of his body, turning the nearly circular arc of the blade, and swept the approaching purple and green sword light. minced.

The sound of the symphony breaking sounded like a firecracker in the air, and then the two twin women stood on one side and stopped for the time being.

The sword they held in their hands before has been broken and broken into pieces at this moment. There is only an empty hilt in their hands, and the other party is not happy. The giant axe in Ye Qilin's hand is also full of gaps, which looks precarious and seems to be in danger at any time. Completely shattered.

"Haha, it's amazing." Although the words of praise, they always give people a feeling of domineering.

Ye Qilin threw down the giant axe in his hand and looked at Si Xuan, who had a graceful figure in front of him. Then, a golden red light appeared in his pupils, which instantly turned into golden light spots, and then flew high into the sky and reorganized into A dark red dragon about 100 meters long.

"Finally transformed into a dragon, it seems that he will do his best." The people below looked up and sighed.

"Sibei Star—"

"Sinan's Eve—"

Not to be outdone, the two of the Feather Sect made a seal with their hands and closed their eyes. The originally bright sky suddenly darkened, and then countless firefly-like light spots appeared in the sky and danced slowly.

These light spots quickly became active, and they swarmed towards the two of them, and then condensed purple and cyan flashing blades in front of the two of them. The two rose from the ground, spinning and flying around the blood-red dragon in the sky, like the hands of a clock.

In fact, this is indeed a secret technique related to time and space. The phantom of the silver clock disc emerges at the top of the sky, and the circular trajectory of the two people's flight lights up the scale on the clock one by one, and then slowly dims.

The blood-red giant dragon in the shadow of this clock only felt that he was bound by a nameless and invisible thing, and a sense of stagnation emerged.

Don't stay here for long!

The dark red blood-like dragon fluttered its wings and flew straight towards the slowly emerging silver clock above its head. The magic formation network that had gradually formed was also torn apart by the dragon's roar, turning into scattered dots. light.

"Twelve Star Dou, kill!"

The two people who were spinning around suddenly stopped, and then galloped with their swords in their hands, like a shooting star piercing the night sky, stabbing the giant dragon below, but it was not over yet, one after another, purple and blue phantoms galloped one after another from the scale of the clock. It came out, like an afterimage fantasy, pointing to the giant dragon in the center.

Six blues and six purples, twelve meteors gathered together, slashed across the sky, like a beam of light, instantly pierced through the dragon's body, and then disappeared.

When everyone raised their heads again, the dragon that Ye Qilin transformed into was full of blood holes, looking miserable and crumbling.

"This is..." Before everyone could sigh, the scene in the sky changed again.

"Roar--"

The blood-red dragon roared in the sky, and the dark red magic smudged the sky like ink, and then the various wounds on its body shrank and healed rapidly in just a few seconds. The ink-like scales are as smooth and tough as brand new.

"It's terrifying, terrifying, so it seems that there are people who have successors in the Dragon Tree Blood Exhaust Sect."

The blood-red dragon in the sky once again fought against the two wielding the starlight blade. The layers of light curtains were shattered. Mana and magic power between the heavens and the earth kept coming from all directions, and turned into flames and frost in the sky, or sword light breath. , interweaving back and forth.

...

The stratum and clouds were broken, the light and shadow were smashed, and the fierce battle finally ended after three incense sticks.

Si Xuan, who was covered in blood and scorch marks, hugged Si Heng, who was weak and comatose, and slowly descended from the sky, slowly walking towards the rear of the group of people from the Huangyu faction, and the giant dragon whose horn had been cut off followed suit. fall to the ground.

Although there are many scars on the dragon's body, it is slowly healing after all, and it is not fatal.

"Hahaha, is this the true strength of the Burning Sun and Feathers Sect? It's really extraordinary." He reincarnated into a human body and stepped forward.

"Thank you for your advice, senior, and let me get what I want." Then his voice changed.

"Of course, you have such strength in the Hanyu faction, why don't you take the world as your own responsibility, help the generals of Daxia, and turn the tide, but just shrink and protect yourself, trapped in this mountain?"

He turned around slowly and spoke to the crowd with a sympathetic and sighing tone.

"So, it's even a pity, a pity—"

That long sigh, like a wave of water, constantly reverberated in the mountains and spread far into the distance. With its spreading momentum, almost half of the residents of Huiluzhou could hear it.

Under such a rhetorical question, if the Huangyu faction cannot give a positive response today, it is likely that its reputation will plummet and people will despise it, but there are only two results in a positive response. Either agree to King Dai's invitation to 'help the world'. And work hard to join his alliance, or to tear up the previous words, reject it outright, leave no sympathy for King Dai, and become an enemy with him.

Before Ye Qilin asked Jinhua in the main hall, can King Dai call for you? At that time, although Jinhua was forced by the situation, he only answered the word "Yes", but he reluctantly accepted it.

It has to be said that although this method is fierce and unpleasant, it also largely avoids the possibility of giving the Hanyu faction a chance to shirk and remain neutral for a long time without responding. Promise, once the name is set, it will be difficult to jump out later.

As for today's unhappiness, it's easy to say that as long as it is a nominal ally in the future, there will always be a chance to make amends.

Before, I thought that Ye Qilin was impulsive, and the people who were easily ridiculed also quieted down. Many people present began to spy on the woman standing in the center of the Feather Sect. They wanted to know how Jinhua should deal with such a situation. It was reluctant. Agree, or forcefully refuse.

...

Time passed by minute by minute.

Just when everyone was a little impatient, there was a sudden shout at the foot of the mountain.

"Ning Zizhao Night Palace, to-"

This clear shout broke the silence of the scene and diverted everyone's attention. In this regard, Jin Hua finally slowly stretched his frown, while Ye Qilin turned his head with an unpleasant expression and looked down the mountain.

One by one, the disciples of Zhaoye Palace, dressed in purple clothes, swords and jade, were climbing the mountain on foot.

As a branch branch of the Feather Sect, the visit of Ning Zi Zhao Ye Palace was not surprising, but what made everyone puzzled was why they came so late and brought so many disciples.

These extraordinary purple-clothed disciples are all above the seventh rank, and now they are gathered into clouds, it can be said that most of the essence of the Condensing Zizhao Night Palace is located, and they have come out of the nest.

"It seems that Ye Qilin has to do one more game."

"The four veins, the four veins, are now complete."

"I don't know who this Zhaoye Palace will send to fight."

"The incident in the evening and mountains more than ten years ago has greatly damaged their internal vitality. Over the years, they have rarely seen their disciples walking outside, and they don't know who is leading the team today."

"Coming."

The leading group of purple-clothed disciples climbed to the top of the mountain, and everyone looked at the leader's face, and finally someone recognized its name.

"Shangxian Yinghuo? He is Ying Deng's junior brother. I didn't expect him to lead the team."

The current seat of Ning Zizhao Night Palace is Ying Deng, and Ying Huo is the same teacher as Ying Deng, and the relationship between the two is

Intimacy, and the fascination outside can even directly represent the will of the head of the Zhaoye Palace.

"Junior Sister Jinhua, stay safe." The man in purple and Chinese clothes bowed his hands first, and then gave up his position.

"It turned out to be Senior Brother Yinghuo, you are here today." Jin Hua sighed a little, she hadn't seen these Senior Brothers in Zhaoye Palace for many years.

Compared with the younger generation of the Feather School, the disciples of the same generation in Zhaoye Palace were a few years older. Familiarity.

"It's me, but today I'm just serving as a foil, because I have to welcome an old friend back, and it took some time. I also ask Junior Sister Jinhua not to blame me." He smiled and waved his sleeves, walking up the mountain road behind him. The purple-clothed disciples who gathered into the clouds also separated one by one, standing on both sides of the stairs, leaving a straight passage.

"Old man?"

Jinhua looked puzzled. She didn't remember any old friends who could make this senior Yinghuo pay so much attention. After all, after the previous generation of teachers died one after another, their generation can be said to be the most senior existence in the sect. Who else can let him So respectful.

Thinking of this in her mind, she still took a step forward and sent everyone to the center of the high platform with Xianyu beside her to look at the mountain road below.

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Looking at the straight mountain road that suddenly parted above his head, Roland Hill suddenly felt a strange feeling.

Mingming didn't think that way at first, why did it become like this? Mingming was just on the way back to the party, and he ran into a fellow student from Zhaoye Palace, and then the senior brother Yinghuo took him and talked for several days, asking. At the same time as his own situation, he also talked about the current situation of the dynasty and the plans of each family.

Because she was obsessed with these things, she didn't care about the time. After all, it didn't matter if she returned to the Feather Sect sooner or later, but she didn't want to see more and more disciples of Zhaoye Palace coming from Mushan Continent in the past few days.

Only then did she realize something was wrong, so she asked the Yinghuo senior brother.

"Ah, this is the meaning of Senior Brother Zhangzuo." He was referring to Ying Lan, the descendant of the old bronze candle celestial immortal.

"Senior brother in charge said that Junior Sister Lolan has been away for a long time. If you go back empty-handed like this, I'm afraid people will despise it, which is quite disadvantageous."

"It just so happens that I also want to visit the mountain, why don't I just be a foil, with the momentum of Junior Sister Tololan."

"But, what's the use of this momentum?" Roland Hill was puzzled.

"No, no, no, this is of great use. Whether you can conquer the four channels and let the four channels unite in a chaotic world depends on what you do today."

"In the past, the yellow phoenix came across the sea, but now the junior sister is returning with the great vehicle of learning from the East and the West. In the name of the Golden Sparrow Witch, she will reset the world's mountains and rivers. It is up to Junior Sister Luolan."

"Others may not understand, but I have waited for the disciples of Zhaoye Palace to guard the Ximu Mountains for hundreds of years, and I can't understand the situation. Since I can subdue and regulate the chaotic and violent Ximu dragon veins, I will use the power of the junior sister and the goddess to create another five phoenixes. Old things are not impossible."

"I also ask Junior Sister Luolan not to blame, it's just that this world needs a new phoenix to appear in this world." After speaking, he bowed deeply.

The memories in his mind gradually faded, and Roland Hill sighed softly, then sorted out his clothes and slowly stepped onto the steps that he had not seen for a long time.