A calm voice came, without much turmoil, a sword came to an end, and the final regret was eliminated.

"Senior brother, can't you really change it?" Ling Luozhen said sadly.

"Junior Brother Ninth is different from anyone I have seen. Perhaps your questions can be answered here. However, if the senior brother can't wait, he will take a step first. I hope you can come later on the Naihe Bridge."

On the third peak, Ling Yun smiled faintly, carried the sword box and walked down the mountain.

On the peaks, the four sons of the Momen bowed together and bid farewell to the third senior brother.

On the ninth peak, Ning Chen's eyes became deeper and he looked at Ling Yun who was going down the mountain, and his heart was inexplicably heavy.

Although he could not feel the sword breath just now, he could also hear the coldness of the sword sound. This battle was not only a competition, but also a farewell.

Message Peak, Master Mo opened his eyes and looked at Lingyun who was leaving. After a long time, he sighed softly.

On the tenth day, the Mo Mountain was still as peaceful as before, without any abnormalities. However, on the eleventh day, a young man with a young appearance came up the mountain and came with a white rainbow sword box on his back.

"Master Mo, Brother Lingyun left a message and wanted to send this sword to the Ninth Peak"

On the message peak, the young man bowed respectfully, put down the sword box, and said.

On the ground, the blood-stained sword box was dazzling red, and the rainbow sword in the box was faintly wailing.

"Go to go." A hint of emotion flashed in the old eyes of Master Mo, and he sighed softly.

"Xie Mozhu"

The young man saluted respectfully.

Half an hour later, the young man climbed the ninth peak, looked at the black figure in front of the peak, and said respectfully, "Mr. Jiu, Brother Lingyun asked me to send this sword, please accept it."

The sword box was opened, and the white rainbow was quietly standing in it, and blood was weeping on the sword, dripping with dazzling dripping.

"Senior Brother, uh"

Ling Luozhen, Qi Huan and others appeared, and when they saw the Baihong Sword, their hearts were also painful.

"The sword has been delivered, I'm leaving now"

The boy put down the sword box, gave him a polite gift again, and turned around and left.

"What's your name?"

Ling Luozhen came to her senses, looked at the boy, and spoke.

The boy stopped and turned around and said calmly, "I am just an ordinary sword-giving person. What is my name is not important to you gentlemen, and there will be a period of time in the future."

After saying that, the boy didn't say more and walked away.

The young man left, and on the ninth peak, five figures looked at the Baihong sword in the sword box and stood silently. After a long time, the master of the sixth peak and the seventh peak sighed heavily and left.

"Junior Brother Ninth, since Brother Third has given you this sword, please put it away."

After taking a last look at Bai Hong, Qi Huan looked at the young man in front of him and sighed softly.

On the side, Ling Luo Zhen's slender hands clenched the ground pale, and her eyes were filled with sadness. Why, is this the only fate of theirs?

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