Woo ~ Woo ~

The wind outside Daliang City was so loud that it was very noisy, and the quiet pottery monument that was blown by name was rolled up and broken.

Lu Yan stood on the top of a tree, watching Wuming and Yan Lu's carriage gradually turn into a spot, and then disappear completely.

After more than 600 days, Lu Yan finally got rid of the days of confinement and hard work, but when this moment came, he was still a little sad.

Wuming was going to a very secret place and picking up something very secret, and he took Yan Lu away from Daliang.

"Your internal strength is brilliant and powerful, and your strength is extremely strong and yang. In terms of the depth of internal strength and lethality, even the most advanced martial arts in the world are inferior. In addition, your mental state is fearless and without any regrets. You have the ability to protect yourself in the world, and I have nothing to teach you."

Wuming led Xiaoyan Road and turned to face the vast sky.

"A person's life has its own stages, and your state of mind is destined to your behavior. You are burning with fire in your heart, and following me is not suitable for you. Goodbye if you are destined to be, Lu Yan."

"Lu Yan, there will be a date later."

Xiao Yanlu respectfully gave Lu Yan a peer-like ceremony, just as they did when they first met, but they parted so suddenly.

Lu Yan threw out these sad words and pictures in his mind.

"System, check in."

"Check in today, check in for 17 days."

Lu Yan has recovered from the mental weakness of the swordsmanship training. These days he has been paying attention to the news about Pijia Gate in Daliang City. Although he only knows some simple rumors, one thing is still worthy of gratitude. He already knows that the person who wants to attack Pijia Gate is a man named Wei Yong, Sikong of Wei State.

Because Wei Yong's reputation among the people was really bad, and most of the armored men were strong and loyal to the country, and had a very high reputation. Therefore, the fact that Wei Yong wanted to seize the command of Wei Wuzhang caused a stir in Daliang, and the main messenger Wei Yong was secretly cursed by many people in Daliang.

Lu Yan could only sigh that he was worthy of being a damn aristocratic era. His reputation was so bad that he could still be the Sikong of the dynasty.

He sorted out his clothes, had a red lotus knife of about half his height on his back, and had a short sword on his waist, and set out on the way back to Daliang City. He was going to Pijiamen to find Mei Sanniang.

...

"ha!"

An old man with white hair and beard shouted heroically, stirring up endless wild sand on the dark red earth. His clothes were broken, revealing his thin chest, and his steps were broken and rocks were broken, and his fists danced and cut off the iron and steel.

And dozens of disciples lying beside him were all wearing the same clothes and with the same wounds - they were killed by a special sword!

"Xuan Jian! Come to die!"

The old man roared to the sky again, and the rolling waves of air rushed towards the swordsman holding a two-black sword.

Xuan Jian bowed his body, his gaze like a falcon, had no turbulence at all. While he was moving, his two swords continued to slash and flew towards the old man opposite.

Dangdangdang~

Although the old man was arrogant, there was a tiger roaring in the mountains and the whale swallowing the power of the world, but unfortunately he could not cause fatal damage to Xuan Jian. Instead, Xuan Jian's sword energy kept hitting him and jingling.

The old man's aura was a little declining, and he paused, and then pretended to be nothing. Xuan Jian's sharp eyes flashed and he quickly rushed up, and the deadly sharp edge on the two swords was entangled.

"Rats! Die for me!"

Xuan Jian grabbed the flaw and was about to kill with one blow. Unexpectedly, the old man's breath was just to cause this scene of death.

The black sword stabbed the old man's throat, and the frictional fire splashed. The old man's iron fist nailed to Xuan Jian's back neck, and time became long at this moment-

Ding ~

The old man hit the fist, but it hit the blade of the white sword. The unparalleled energy smashed the sword body into Xuan Jian's shoulder, and the blood was dyed red.

"Xuan Jian, die--"

The black sword that could not make any progress actually penetrated his throat at this critical moment, and the sound of "death" was still unspeakable.

His body fell heavily to the ground. Xuan Jian had no expression on his face. He pulled up the black sword, turned around and disappeared, with only the splattering blood, and was still cruelly telling everything that had just happened.

"Master——"

"The Master of the Sect——"

I don’t know how long it took, but several teams of people under the banner of “Armored Gate” were searching everywhere and finally discovered the tragic situation here.

"Brother Dianqing! Master He--"

The man with tears in his eyes burst into tears and knelt down in front of a majestic man with his eyes blindfolded.

"Master, what's wrong with him?"

"He, he's dead!"

Dian Qing straightened his body, his majestic body was half taller than everyone present, and he grabbed the man's clothes.

"What did you say!"

The man did not respond at all, but his body trembled violently and his tears were silently answered Dian Qing.

Dian Qing paused and walked towards the corpse tremblingly.

Whoosh —— ~

Everyone gathered here when they heard the signals. The old man who had fought against Xuan Jian was lying on the flat flag, with a bloody word "Wei".

"Master!"

The cry came from a woman who was driving a speeding horse, and before she could stop, she turned over and fell off the horse, rolled and crawled in front of the old man,

“Master…”

"Sanniang~"

Dian Qing opened her mouth to her, but she didn't know how to comfort her. For a moment, only Sanniang whimpered intermittently, wrapped in the floating wind, and the flags were still swaying in the wind.

"Um?"

Lu Yan heard a signal from afar, and the fire lights of the sky told him that something should have happened in that direction. So he went towards the direction of the signal and happened to see a group of people kneeling on the ground, crying or whimpering constantly.

Is this? Someone died?

Lu Yan's appearance instantly aroused the alertness of the group of people. Although they were immersed in grief, they quickly formed a queue and picked up their weapons and pointed them at Lu Yan, a stranger.

"Who!"

Seeing them as if they were facing a great enemy, Lu Yan knew that something had happened just now, and they were all nervous. He greeted him and signaled that he had no malice.

He was about to say something, but he saw the woman crying on the ground surrounded by the crowd, very familiar.

"Sanniang?!"

Lu Yan spoke in surprise, mixed with joy.

"You are? Mr. Yan!"

Mei Sanniang heard someone calling her name, and when she turned around, she saw Lu Yan who was guarded by everyone. She hadn't seen him for nearly two years and almost recognized him.

When people around him saw Sanniang knowing Lu Yan, they also slightly lowered their vigilance.

"Young Master Yan, I didn't expect to meet in this situation."

"Sanniang, what happened?"

Lu Yan was a little hesitant. He knew that he was tying someone's sadness.

"Master, he was assassinated. The wound was the Eight Swords of Yue, Heibai Xuanjian."

Although Sanniang was excited when talking about Heibai Xuanjian, she was not very excited. Instead, the following sentence, her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were red.

"The master has no flaws, and he can't break his defenses by relying on Xuan Jian. It must be that the villain of King Wei who killed his master!"

What's wrong with the King of Wei? The King of Wei killed the leader of the armored sect? Is this too brainless?

"Sanniang, wake up!"

Seeing that Mei Sanniang was in a burst of emotions, hatred, anger, and grief were intertwined, Lu Yan held up her shoulders, mixed with internal force to calm her down a little.

"Young Master Yan, sorry~"

Mei Sanniang, who calmed down, her mood instantly lowered, her head lowered, and her loose hair covered her face and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Sanniang, Master passed away. No one in the army can preside over the leadership. I'll go first."

Dian Qing hid the grief in his heart and said goodbye to Sanniang. There is no need to worry about Sanniang dealing with the sect, but after all, the Pijia Sect is not a simple sect in the martial arts world. After all, the master passed away, and there are many things in the army to be dealt with urgently.

"In the army! Are you just thinking about being loyal to that despicable villain Wei?"

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