A stroke of spring and autumn.

The servant Zuo Qiumo took back the three corpses of the corpse of the court.

The whole stroke of spring and autumn is covered with mourning, and it is filled with sorrow.

It was at this moment.

The deviled sword came in search of the breath, and a stroke of spring and autumn suddenly came to danger of destruction.

"The Confucian school, no one is left."

Jian Ban's face was ferocious, his eyes were filled with evil spirits, and his hoarse voice was full of murderous intent, "This is the first one, let's perish!"

The terrifying evil power swept through the entire spring and autumn, and the mountain gates were suddenly in turmoil, the rockery and pavilions were all shattered, and the earth cracked and overturned.

Zuo Qiumo was suddenly shocked, as if he had no power to resist.

The disaster of extermination is approaching.

At this moment, a crane cries came from outside the clouds, and then an extreme sword energy descended from the sky, blocking the sword's destruction and killing move.

"Crane dreams of Yangzhou, thank you for drinking the clear stream, the mist and clouds do not tie the boat. How can you envy Penglai in the world? Run your pen and put it on Cangzhou, and you will be full of romantic feelings."

A crane flew past, a jade tree was in the wind, and the figure of the fairy style fell from the sky with the Qinglang poem.

The person who came was wearing a yellow-white robe, a yellow-backed white velvet shawl on his shoulders, a tall golden crown on his head, and a golden-shelf sword on his back, and an extraordinary figure.

"It's senior Bihe." Zuo Qiumo shouted excitedly, but a strange look appeared in his eyes. Because Bihe returned, then his mission would have a chance to complete.

"Everyone from the Confucian school will die!"

The sword roared wildly and pointed at the sky, and the souls of thousands of evil swords spread out into the sky.

"The hero pivoted his sword and shocked Huaisu!"

He tied his snow clothes and raised his fingers high. The pine and crane bones behind him suddenly came out of the sheath, then passed through the sky, fell into his palm, and then slashed with a sword, alarming the world.

Qingfeng Bihe and Xueyi are recognized as the rising star in the Spring and Autumn Period, and are outstanding in talent. They are known as the "Eight-College Confucian Crane".

That year, the head of the Western Religious Sect was dismissed for some reason and left the Spring and Autumn Period and traveled all over the world.

At the same time, his adoptive father was one of the three major edges of the sword clan, which was as famous as the Wuqian Cangyue and Gusu, and the sea of ​​love never returned, but love never returned. He was originally named Ji and his entourage. He received guidance from Ling Jueding and studied under the sword sect Changrikun, which is of profound origin.

Xie Xueyi was also greatly influenced at the beginning, and most of her martial arts came from love and never returned. Later, she became a master of the Spring and Autumn Period, and her talent and cultivation were all top-notch.

Otherwise, he would not have become the most powerful competitor to the head of Western Religious Sect.

Of course, compared with Master Min’s swordsmanship and cultivation foundation, Yi Xueyi is far inferior, but she is not powerless to fight back.

Apart from the spring and autumn, the sword energy is surging and the wind and clouds are changing.

The sword intersects and bursts out the most intense sparks.

"Cremn Moon and Green Color·Thousand Peak Sword Shadow!"

Thousands of sword souls shot, either positive or evil, or yin or fierce. Now they are even more infected with strange evil spirits. Even if they wear snow clothes, their eyes are solemn and they dare not be careless.

"It's not good for me to consume this, and it seems that this is the only way."

After a long time, Qi Xueyi's eyes were fixed, and then he stepped under his feet, his body was ethereal, shuttled through the thousands of swords, "The sky is not left and the way is unstoppable."

The sword shone brightly, and it passed ten thousand swords in an instant, pointing straight at the sword.

clang!

But when Jian Dian pointed and clamped, the famous sword stopped. At the same time, Jian Dian's mouth grinned and showed a grim smile, "Die!"

A fierce palm hit the chest of Qixiaoyi in an instant, but Qixiaoyi seemed to be expected, and her figure was floating, leaving only the shadows on the spot, and the person was already floating away like feathers.

Although the newly appeared in the snow-clothed world, although she encountered a strong enemy, she would not be out of the way in the first battle.

At this time, Mo Qingchi and Sui Wudu, who had been following along the way, finally arrived, and two sword energy shot in succession, trying to stop Jian Ding from acting.

Although the sword dwarf was controlled by evil spirits, it was not completely irrational. He understood that things could not be done, and immediately snorted coldly. The violent sword energy hit all directions, and the people flashed and disappeared, leaving only a cold killing sound in place, "You can't stop it."

"It's Shengsi and Sui for no reason."

Zuo Qiumo, who was tied with snow clothes, hurriedly came up and introduced to both sides, "Thank you for your help, this is the senior Qingfeng Bihe who is here to tie snow clothes."

"I have heard of the name of the eight-picture scholar and crane, but today I see it, it is indeed extraordinary."

Mo Qingchi used Confucian etiquette and praised it.

"The name of the Saint Secret is also very well-known, but, Junior Zuoqiu, what exactly happened here?"

He also returned the favor with the snow-clothing, then looked at Zuo Qiumo and asked in confusion.

Soon, Zuo Qiumo told the story of the death of the leader with a sad look on his face.

When he heard the bad news, he shook his body and looked sad, as if he remembered the past years. Although the three letters of the Ting Santou were seniors, the two of them had a great conversation. They never thought that returning from Yunyou would be a separation of life and death.

After a long time, Shi Xueyi reluctantly said, "Senior brother, take me to worship the head."

On the other side, Mo Qingchi and Sui Wuju continued to track the traces of Jian Ru. Halfway through the journey, Mo Qingchi suddenly slowed down and said, "Not for it, I know you are also worried about your mother's safety. Why don't you go back to the Confucian Sect to explore it first."

"This..." Sui was stunned for no reason, and after a moment, he shook his head and said firmly: "There should be no trouble for my mother to take care of her. Now Jianru Zun has become evil and his relatives do not recognize her. If you are the only one, I may not be able to let you fall into danger alone."

"Okay." After hearing this, Mo Qingchi could only agree, and then looked into the distance, "I don't know how Xuan Miao was in seclusion? Maybe it was time to find an opportunity to go to Fengjian Tower."

...

At this time, Xi Duanhong and his son lived in seclusion.

Yuan Wuji, Yun Wanggui and Jing Tianhuai arrived with Jian Zhizhai who was knocked unconscious by Yuan Wuji.

On the ancient road of Defeng, only Yu Junheng Gu Shou Yuli's scriptures are left.

This is also the weakest time for the Yuli Sutra.

A ghost had sneaked into Yu Li Jing's room at some point.

Looking at Yu Li Jing who was sleeping in the bed, Gui Qi's main eyes showed a hint of excitement, and he murmured in a low voice, "My son - he has grown up."

And just after Yuan Wuji and others approached Xi Duanhong's room, a crisp sound came.

As the door opened, a figure was already hanging on the beam.

Bang!

A sword energy shot out without hesitation, and the white silk was split. Yuan Wuji had already flashed up and caught Xi Duanhong, who was insane.

"What exactly happened here? Why is Mrs. Xi like this?"

Yuan Wuji's questions were also something that Yun Wanggui and others were puzzled.

As Yuan Wuji inputs true energy, a moment later, Xi Duanhong wakes up quietly. As soon as he opens his eyes, he sees the demon who insults him and destroys his reputation.

"demon!"

Xi Duanhong shouted sadly, and a palm burst out. Yuan Wuji's energy swelled up, and directly dispelled the palm. "Madam Xi, why are you so angry?"

"You demon, I must..."

Xi Duanhong clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

At this time, Jian Zhiji woke up again, and he was about to go crazy when he saw Yuan Wuji.

The scene was in chaos.

Everyone was at a loss, wondering why Xi Duanhong drew his sword to his former benefactor.
Chapter completed!