Chapter 319 Sword Sorrow (Part 1)

For Pei Ye and the others, this was like a nightmare that suddenly appeared in their vision.

The boy and girl were still stretching their legs and talking and laughing a moment ago. They had really reached their limit. They thought that they would soon return to the familiar Bowang and meet Miss Ming. When they handed over everything on this trip, Xianrentai and Tianshan would definitely be able to move the case forward a big step.

But things got out of control unexpectedly. The surrounding fog was cold, broken, dead, and bloody, all hitting the five senses in an instant.

This is Bowang. Pei Ye thought.

Lord Sui said that the person who took the object from the three-story pavilion of the Xianren Building was the Sun Swallowing Society. This was a correct judgment, but Wu Hejian said that the person who took the mask from the stall was also the Sun Swallowing Society, which was wrong.

There were no layers of cast iron and magic arrays on the stall. It was not difficult to quietly take a mask from behind him, a four-life cultivator. For example, [The Other Shore Treasure Raft] can do it.

Pei Ye didn't know why Huanshilou wanted to tell him about Xiangzhou. Maybe it was a necessary sacrifice to transfer Miss Ming away, maybe they felt that he couldn't dig that deep, or maybe there were other considerations and designs.

In short, Huanshilou took the initiative to tell him about this matter. The nature of the matter is completely different.

To make such a sacrifice, they must have taken the initiative to do something, and they must be sure to do something.

Pei Ye's spinal cord suddenly felt cold from this.

Everything in front of him made his heart fall into an ice cellar. This broken blood body rushed through the mist, and the overwhelming power was like a dragon falling from the sky. The rockery wall courtyard it hit collapsed in an instant.

Xuanmen.

Not even the first level like Lord Jing and Master Li. Pei Ye stood in front of the girl with a sword, feeling the suffocating wind coming towards him, and almost felt that he was back in the Xincang Mountain in August.

In the battle between Zhu Gaoyang and the three purple-robed men, it seemed that there was such power.

No matter what the current situation is, it is difficult for him to play any role in such a battle.

As his heart sank, he first reached out and held the hand of the girl behind him, but only felt a cold tremor.

Li Piaoqing also stared at the tragic scene in front of her in a daze, but after a few glances, she found that she recognized this manor.

The one in the southeast corner of the Seven Dragons, now here - the girl immediately thought of something, her face turned pale, and she looked around suddenly.

Then she froze in the sky.

Behind a layer of mist, under the rain curtain were four bloody shadows fighting fiercely. The old man's withered and familiar figure suddenly came into view, and the half-stained bloody clothes squeezed the girl's heart and lungs fiercely.

In such a battle, he was like thin paper in a hurricane, and seemed to be shaky every moment.

Li Piaoqing understood this scene in an instant.

This is the manor that the old man said was under his supervision. Now, the people in the Happy Death Building have indeed stepped into this trap, but the enemy seems to be ridiculously strong.

But Li Piaoqing didn't understand this scene at all.

——The old man had said to her with a smile that he was just watching the wind and didn't need to take action.

Li Piaoqing didn't naively let go of her worries. After all, this was a killing game in the Xuanmen realm, but she thought that the old man might be discovered first and would be forced to fight in the chaos. There would always be many accidents.

Just as the old man always smiled and didn't want to make her worry, the girl also hid her fear deeply and didn't show it to the old man.

But it was indeed a nightmare that would wake her up in the middle of the night.

The girl really didn't dare to think about everything after losing the old man. He was her only relative.

So now seeing the weak and fragile figure in her mind, which made her worry every time she went out, floating in such a hurricane, the girl felt her brain was blank.

He was clearly not forced, and he was clearly not entangled. He was completely active and charged with all his strength-even she could see that the danger of this battle was far beyond his strength.

Li Piaoqing didn't know how to face such a sudden scene. She seemed to be frozen, and her mind was completely tied by the swords and knives in the sky. She didn't even dare to think about the reason, for fear that if her mind wandered, the old man would become a shapeless corpse.

She watched him sprinting at the risk of his life, watched him draw his sword resolutely, and when she saw the black robe slashing at the old man's neck, the girl's eyes suddenly went blank, but when her eyes caught the fast and sharp fight again, she saw the old man staggering and holding the sword, standing under the wall.

She almost lost all her strength.

No longer dared to stand stiffly, and forgot to say hello to the boy, Li Piaoqing staggered and leaped up, and rushed towards the old man.

But she only took two steps, and the old man had already rushed up again.

It was hard to tell which filled her heart first, anger or fear. In the sky, the wind dragon was a hundred feet long, and the whole night sky danced with it. The black robe and long sword seemed to cut out another world. In such a battle, the thin paper-like old man thrust his sword forward without hesitation, his face as cold as another person.

The next moment, blood exploded from all under his skin, like a broken wing hit by an arrow, and the old man's dark red body fell stiffly.

Li Piaoqing didn't have time to look at the situation on the other side. There was only this figure in her eyes. She staggered and ran over with all her strength.

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The other side.

The real whistling sword of "Ye Que". This body is indeed unable to control the mysterious energy by itself now, but it is still the best channel for the output of mysterious energy among all the people present.

So "Yun Suo Zhulou" gave everything to him.

Xiang Minghao also decisively burned everything he had.

"I would like to give you an unworthy body and leave you, and let your ambition wander in the clouds."

Without any words, the two parties who just suddenly killed each other now have a tacit understanding!

The play owner finally didn't expect this time again. He had too many things to consider in this battle tonight. Xiang Minghao came with a half-crippled body in the mist. The play owner suddenly turned his sword back and his eyes moved away from An Zang.

The attack of the Yeque cultivator was immediately different from the two masters just now. The play owner had no time to make any space, and the mighty sword wind was already approaching.

The play owner retreated violently with his sword, but his posture collapsed instantly after a touch. The chaotic mysterious energy was out of control all around. The play owner raised his hand to form a seal, like a plate of loose sand poured into a mold, and it condensed into a formation in an instant.

The next moment, the formation was broken again. The black robe waved his hand and shook it, and a black curtain suddenly opened in front of him. It was unknown how this magic weapon was made. In short, the space in front of him was frozen in an instant. But it still only lasted for a moment. The next moment, the rainy night was torn apart like a torn silk. Xiang Minghao's broken body, bloody and holding a sword, jumped out from behind, his sword energy unstoppable.

The black robe's face showed a tense solemnity. He only found a gap to draw his sword halfway.

The knife light was like an arc moon. Before it was formed, it was hit by Xiang Minghao's sword. The black robe barely caught half of the sword. The remaining half of the sword was poured on him, and a sad and beautiful blood flower exploded in the rainy night.

From the beginning, the black robe was injured by the visit to the palace. Since entering the venue, this was the first time that the black robe was really seriously injured.

The opportunity suddenly appeared at this moment.

Just like a blood wound attracts flies, at this moment, everyone present noticed the collapse of the black robe's posture.

Never wasting an opportunity, Wudong, who was behind the silk [Jade Tiger], was the first to swoop down, and a thunder sword went straight through the black robe's heart.

Xiang Minghao had completely exhausted all his strength at this time, and Song Jian fell powerlessly. Behind his falling figure, An Zang also jumped up with a sword.

Almost at the same time, the blood on Hei Pao's body just exploded, and his body was the most out of control. The tip of Wudong's sword was already approaching, and Hei Pao leaned forward as much as he could to avoid the sword.

He almost exhausted all his strength at this moment.

Wudong was still padding the sword for An Zang.

The next moment, the cold long sword suddenly pierced Hei Pao's left shoulder.

The play owner turned back suddenly like a wounded tiger. This face was stained with his own blood for the first time, which made it look even more sinister. An Zang was three feet in front of him.

The man in white who came with the wind had a solemn expression and stared at the person in front of him without retreating. Since the beginning of the show, he has directly and indirectly caused him many injuries.

At this moment, there were only the two of them. An Zang retracted his arm and drew his sword, but the play owner took the lead and grabbed the blade with his backhand, so An Zang suddenly raised his arm to twist the sword.

A sword energy like a snowy roar suddenly appeared in his body, enough to cut off half of his body.

But the next moment, the riot was firmly held by the black robe in the sword. The two men shook at the same time and took the counter-injury.

But the exploded Xuan Qi was used by the play owner again.

Apart from the technique of drawing a formation in the air, there are few means to integrate the completely broken Xuan Qi so quickly. The play owner turned the hand holding the sword, and the Xuan Qi flowed up along the sword body, and a Xuan Qi lock fell between An Zang's hand and the hilt.

Then the play owner held the sword and stabbed it into his body. An Zang's body was pulled forward uncontrollably, and the painted blood was almost in front of him. The black robe punched like a wave in the sea, and mercilessly hit An Zang's raised forearm.

Bones were broken and blood flew.

But in this tragic situation, An Zang's teeth were clenched like iron, and his face did not show the panic of being controlled by his body.

Because approaching was what he had in mind, and the game on the sword was not his focus.

Even in such a seemingly infinitely real opportunity, he still only lowered his eyes and placed them on the bead bag.

A little finger-long golden sword shape was hooked out from his fingertips.

Tianshan magic weapon, [Golden Hairpin for Fishing Dragon].

A killing magic weapon with similar functions to [Wind and Snow Order] in the Pulse Tree Realm is almost a trump card among trump cards. Unless it is in such an opportunity, An Zang will never throw it away lightly.

There is no visible power, just like wrapped in bait and silently swimming into the throat of the long dragon, and then hooking it up in the waves of the lake.

When the play owner realized the fluctuation of the mysterious energy, the tip of the hairpin had already touched the bead bag. At this distance and in this state, he punched An Zang's forearm with all his strength, and it was indeed too late to do anything.

But with such a punch in front of him, An Zang's eyes suddenly froze.

For the first time, a corner of the thing in his hand was revealed in front of him.

Spherical, with a clear boundary, half black iron, half amber. This is - the Soul-stealing Pearl!

An Zang's heart and lungs were almost clenched. If the Soul-stealing Pearl is here, then what is hanging around his waist? !

The golden hairpin has already touched the pearl bag.

An Zang stared at it fiercely, but there was no damage.

Invisible waves rose, and the sharp killing power of [Golden Hairpin for Fishing Dragons] was silently annihilated. This bag is a magic weapon!

And it is an extremely precious magic weapon. The killing intent of [Golden Hairpin for Fishing Dragons], which is specially designed for Xuanmen, can even penetrate the sword under the East Sea Sword Furnace C under full force, but it stopped in front of this pearl bag.

While An Zang's astonishment had not subsided, another strange feeling spread throughout his body, making him stunned for a moment in such a situation.

He lowered his head in disbelief. On his waist, the symbol of Tianshan's disciple status, the "Yunliu Holding Jade" pendant, was slowly reflecting a simple symbol in the transparent white jade.

Two horizontal lines of the same length were put together, and the upper one was disconnected.

The indescribable thing tightly gripped An Zang's heart and lungs. He opened his mouth, feeling as if in a dream, and could not make any sound for a while.

This is a legend that is too old.

Yunliu gold is only produced in the Tianshan Mountains, and Tianshan is the only place in the world that uses Yunliu to cast the door talisman. After the disciple gets his own door talisman, he will pick up a jade stone on the Qunyu Mountain. Yunliu has a very good compatibility with all kinds of jade materials. The jade stone is embedded in the hole of the talisman pendant. After three years, the jade and gold will merge.

This is the only "point jade" in Tianshan, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

In those ethereal myths, the master of the West Sea lives on Qunyu Mountain, and Tianshan is his fairyland. When the gods and servants on it walk into the world from the fairyland, they all wear the clouds of the pillar of heaven as clothes and the jade of the group of jade as pendants.

In countless ancient books, Tianshan regards this as its own source, and still regards wearing jade as the deepest identity.

When he just entered the sect, the elders nodded and smiled at him, saying that he should take the pendant with him when he went out, because it might help him recognize the Immortal Lord of the Western Extreme. Later, he became an elder himself, and when he talked about the Yunluo Pendant, he often joked with his juniors.

It is difficult to say the position of these legends in the hearts of Tianshan disciples. It is like a cloud that seems real and unreal and is beyond touch. No one really dares to take it seriously, but deep in their hearts, it is also a bright and mysterious jade hook. Every time they touch it, they often think about the sky and stay there for half an hour.

Later, An Zang became independent and knew that Tianshan had been pursuing those ethereal things for hundreds of years. He himself became one of them, but. This is a too long road with no end in sight.

They sought everything in ancient times and wandered around the western border looking for clues of King Mu's western tour. In fact, it was just to catch a clue suspected of [Zhaoyou] like now. For An Zang, this was a very rare progress.

But now, as if in the slow pursuit with feet on the ground, he was suddenly pulled up to the sky!

What is [Zhaoyou]? ! What is King Mu? ! What is Xianzang? !

This is clearly the ultimate of all that Tianshan has been pursuing for thousands of years, the highest purpose of Emperor Mu's 30,000-mile tour to the west, and the legendary power of the master of the West Sea in the West Territory - [Xitingxin]!

They have always speculated that King Mu may have placed it in the deepest part of Xianzang. No one in Tianshan would have thought that what Huansilou was secretly planning would be this!

The huge absurdity made everything look unreal. An Zang was almost tearing his eyes out at this moment - what they were doing here was bullshit! Call Ye Chizhu! Call the headmaster!

But his throat really couldn't make any sound.

At this moment, An Zang suddenly realized that his life was more important than anything else. Cut off Tianshan's hand reaching out to Shaolong. This is the meaning of this person still staying here!

The flowing blood stained the painted pictures. The two men were so close. After the play, An Zang saw these eyes so closely for the first time.

Bright, calm, cruel.

He had never panicked because of his situation, nor did he see any cruel bloodlust - this was always the look of waiting for prey.

An Zang's eyes were red, but he couldn't even squeeze out a trace of hoarseness. The play owner flipped his wrist lightly, and a small dagger had already coldly nailed into his forehead.

He waved his hand and pushed, and the man's body fell down. In such a desperate situation that was forced to the end, no one had any room for maneuver.

But in the next moment, a smooth light and shadow suddenly broke through the clouds!

When this battle entered the end, such a fresh and abundant power suddenly appeared. The play owner really had no more strength left. He barely swung the sword horizontally, and the tip of the sword hit the blade with a clang. The chaotic clouds flew like a blizzard, and instantly pierced his abdomen.

His face twisted hideously, and with the help of Xiang Minghao's sword, his continuous attacks continued!