Chapter 6: Fall, return!

"Dad——" Luo Xinyu murmured, feeling Luo Qianfeng's body in front of him, and the heat was gradually gone.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely defend Zixia to the death!" Xun Qianjing's eyes were filled with tears, and the murderous aura on his body almost condensed into substance.

Looking at the eight people in front of him, for some reason, a chill suddenly arose in Ling Yi's heart. From the eight people, he felt something he had never felt before.

Thinking of his Fenglei lineage, in order to compete for the sword tower, the Dan "Medicine" sword treasure, the divine powers, the divine sword formation diagram, and even the genius swordsmen of various branches, one day was not full of intrigue, all kinds of right and wrong, no matter whether they were right or wrong, the strong one was always the main position.

This Zixia Sect is just the opposite. Ling Yi is a little confused. Could it be that it is because of this that they can understand Haoran’s righteousness?

When Ling Yi thought of Haoran's righteousness, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. He thought that he was the leader of the younger generation of Lingxiao Sect in the Purple Emperor Holy Realm, but he could not understand Haoran's righteousness. Otherwise, he would be the same as those people at this moment.

Thinking of Lu Hong again, this time when he returned to the sect, the sect would definitely cultivate him with all his might until he broke through the obstacles, united his soul and soul, and reached the realm of Master Sword Soul.

The sword is derived from the sword spirit. The heavenly way needs to understand the righteous spirit, the human way needs to understand the seven emotions and six desires, and the demon way needs to understand the evil spirit of the true demon so that it can grasp the trace of the original energy, so as to break through the origin of the human body and unite the soul and soul.

If you don’t understand Haoran’s righteousness, although you may break through to become the Master of Sword Soul, you only have 30% of the confidence. If you understand Haoran’s righteousness, you will have at least 80% of the possibility.

Ling Yi is still very clear about the difference between 80% and 30%.

"Have you all done mourning? If you are okay, I will send you on your way." Ling Yi's smile seemed a little sinister at this moment, and red lights gathered in his eyes, but no one noticed it.

"Ling Yi, don't be obsessed with "confusion". When Master Lu returns, you can't even leave even if you want to!" Mu Qingyuan shouted in a deep voice.

"Let's go!" Ling Yi laughed out loud, "I've never been to go, Mu Qingyuan, you really have no desire to die before Changhe. He, Lu Qingqing, has already fallen there early. You still want to lie to me. Even if he is here today, I will not be afraid of him!"

"Beast!" Luo Xinyu raised his head, and the cold murderous aura in his eyes shot into Ling Yi's eyes like a sharp sword.

"Why, if you want to kill me, it depends on whether you have such ability!" With a sneer, Ling Yi pointed at the sword and pressed it down in the air, "Print me!"

The endless law of wind and thunder came, and the laws of the heavens that had been around the eight people for several miles suddenly disappeared. Under the extremely thick law of wind and thunder, the space suddenly squeezed towards the eight people.

Although he had taken the pill "medicine" before, how could he be comparable to Ling Yi's lifelong accumulation? As the leader of the younger generation of Lingxiao Sect, Ling Yi has not many top-grade pill "medicine" on his body, but he is definitely not a lot. At least he will not consume much when facing the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors.

Despite this, Ling Yi was unhappy because of Luo Qianfeng. He did not expect that the swordsman of Zixia Sect was so tough that he would hurt him even if he was scattered. If he hadn't had the top-grade elixir, he would have to avoid the edge today.

Thinking of Lu Qing, in this way, he had been injured twice by the Zixia Sect. Even when the Five Sects were discussing the sword, no one except the monster had ever let him feel such pain.

Being confined in the void, for a moment, the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors could not break free.

Chiu--

Not far away, the body of the Golden Yang Divine Bird flashed, temporarily passing the silver-armored earth dragon, and burning the sharp claws of the golden red true fire were facing Ling Yi in the air.

Scream—

The fierce true fire burned the void, and circles of majestic space waves spread.

"But I just entered the sixth level and wanted to be an enemy of me!" Looking at the arrival of Jinyang Divine Bird, Ling Yi sneered, and pointed his sword at the void, "Confinement!"

The powerful force dropped by dozens of feet again, and was then settled by Ling Yi in the void.

"Jinyang!" Ziyang Sword Emperor shouted angrily.

call out--

Looking at the Fenglei Sword Aura pierced from the back of the Jinyang Divine Bird's head, the eight Ziyang Sword Emperor's eyes were so bitter. The Jinyang Divine Bird, in the memory of Ziyang Sword Emperor, had already existed when he first stepped on Zixia Peak. It was rumored that it was conquered by the ancestor Zixia Sword Emperor. Although Zixia Sword Emperor later fell, because of his old love, Jinyang Divine Bird has been staying with him Zixia Sect as a guardian spirit beast for more than a thousand years, but he did not expect that in his generation, he would die like this.

"Ling Thief--" He shouted up to the sky and the blazing Ziyang Sword Aura rose from the body of Ziyang Sword Emperor.

On the edge of the Spirit Beast Mountains, above the snow field.

The void was twisted slightly, and then, two figures appeared on the snow field.

"What's going on? Why is the sect surging like a tide and so violent?" He was shocked and Lu Qing looked into the distance. At this moment, his mind fluctuated uncontrollably.

A silver-purple divine light appeared in his eyes, and the true dragon's eye pulled closer to the void and scanned the entire sect land.

In an instant, a huge flame of anger rose in Lu Qing's eyes.

"Ling Yi——"

Ling Yi—

Ling Yi—

The rolling sounds shattered the void and rushed towards Chaoyang Town.

The sword finger that was about to point to the Ziyang Sword Emperor suddenly stopped, and a deep look of horror appeared on Ling Yi's face.

"Impossible, he has fallen, how could he be still alive!"

"Lu Qing, it's Lu Qing!" Xun Qianjing and Xuan Ming looked at each other, and a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on their faces.

"No one is useful!" Ling Yi's eyes were shocked and showed a sharp murderous intent. He pointed his sword at the same time, and eight wind and thunder swords shot out.

A fierce wind blew towards the face, and the eight laws of sword auras penetrated through the space and shot towards the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors.

Is it over?

As the Fenglei Sword Aggression in front of him became closer and closer, the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors no longer broke free. The eight people's eyes were particularly calm, staring at Ling Yi in front of him.

What kind of eyes are this!

Ling Yi's heart was shocked. At this moment, he actually saw a hint of disdain from the eyes of the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors.

Yes, he just disdained and completely disdained. He actually saw this look in the eyes of several Qingfan Realm swordsmen. For Ling Yi, this was undoubtedly a great insult.

The True Dragon Eye penetrated the space, Lu Qing was furious: "Ling Yi, you dare--"

The silver-purple "color" wind and thunder sword wings stretched out instantly.

call out--

Almost instantly, hundreds of miles of void jumped past.

"Confinement!" A cold shout was heard, and in an instant, the Fenglei Sword Gang, which had already arrived in front of the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors, suddenly stopped in the void.

Feeling that his wind and thunder law was suddenly shaken away, Ling Yi's eyes were full of unbelievable expressions, and his eyes were staring at Lu Qing tightly.

"Impossible, the Three Tribulation Sword Emperor, how could you survive two tribulations in such a short time?" Ling Yi couldn't help but retreating backwards a hundred feet, "Did you still hide your cultivation at the beginning?"

After thinking about it, Ling Yi shook his head and said, "It's impossible. If he were the Three Tribulation Sword Emperor at the beginning, he wouldn't have hidden his strength. His strength was no better than us."

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could Ling Yi think of Lu Qing’s encounter in Bailing Sword Valley?

Standing in front of the eight Ziyang Sword Emperors, Lu Qing looked at Luo Qianfeng in Luo Xinyu's arms.

"metropolitan!"

Looking at Luo Qianfeng, who had completely lost his soul breath in front of him, Lu Qing could clearly feel the signs of the dissipation of the soul around him. When he saw Ling Yi's broken clothes on his chest, Lu Qing understood that Luo Qianfeng must have burned his soul before, and then he barely hurt Ling Yi.

Lu Qing still clearly remembers that when he was a child, he grew up listening to the story of the sect leader Luo Qianfeng when he was a child.

The sect leader Luo Qianfeng practiced swords at the age of seven, understood sword energy at the age of eight, stepped into the sword attendant stairs, built foundations and gathered the ranks at the age of ten, stepped into the sword master level, and opened the Baihui "acupuncture point" four years later, entered the sword Yuan realm, and became an innate swordsman. He became a sword master at the age of nineteen in five years, and became a sword master at the age of twenty-five. Later, he traveled to the Qingfan Realm. Ten years later, he returned as the master of the sword king and killed the provocative humanitarian master of the same level, making him famous in a radius of thousands of miles and was known as the first person.

In the next twenty years, he broke through again, mobilized the power of the heavenly way and achieved the Sword Sect. During this period, he repeatedly made an appointment to fight against Fuyun and the leader of the Qingyu Sect, but never lost.

It can be said that the sect leader Luo Qianfeng and many young swordsmen of Zixia Sect grew up listening to his legend, especially among the 15-generation disciples who still exist today, their memories are particularly profound.

In Lu Qing's memory, the sect leader Luo Qianfeng is a strong-willed and born superior, with moderate rewards and punishments and nostalgia. The Zixia Sect was only prosperous under his leadership, and one year was better than one year. Although he didn't talk much to him, Lu Qing still admired the sect leader in his heart.

However, at this moment, the leader of the sect who had almost devoted himself to his Zixia Sect died in the hands of a villain, a villain who came from the Purple Emperor Holy Realm, had a sense of superiority and was arrogant.

"Ling Yi!" The anger that had been suppressing in the Abyss of Life and Death for a long time finally erupted at this moment.

"Lu Qing, if you dare to kill me, my Lingxiao Sect will destroy your Zixia Sect!" The red light in his eyes did not retreat, and Ling Yi shouted in a deep voice, and at the same time, he took out a golden-level divine sword from the sky and crossed it to his chest.

"Destroy my Zixia Sect!" The divine light flashed in Lu Qing's eyes. Above the nine heavens, the thunder clouds in the void that ranged from two hundred miles to gather, and the rolling muffled thunder shook the sky.
Chapter completed!