The sword energy flashed in the void, and was very gorgeous under the setting sun. In that violent aura, the clouds gathered and dispersed. Soon, a white-haired old man in gray clothes and standing upright on his back appeared above the Jinglong Peak Hall Square.

Na Lanzhuo looked at it from a distance with a shocked expression. He realized that the sword intent that the old man had disappeared after the battle on a rainy night seven years ago has now returned.

So the purple lightning sword in Lan Zhuo's hand was also trembling, as if he was about to rush out and surrender to the old man.

"What did he do? Why? His sword intent was so majestic at this time, even it was almost surpassing the teacher." Na Lan Zhuo's eyes were shocked and murmured to himself.

Swish—! A gentle figure fell down, but the aura of this woman was very cold, it was Qi Yuanjun.

"Senior Sister Qi, why are you here?" Na Lanzhuo frowned.

Qi Yuanjun said: "He has always been a hidden danger to the Sword Sect. He suddenly regained his strength. I don't know what to do. The other top leaders of the Eight Peaks will come here later!"

"That's right, in this way, even if he regained the demon cultivator and the elders took action together, he could jointly suppress him!" Mu Yu Qingyi walked out from the back of the hall and stood beside Na Lan Zhuo and the others.

Jian Jingtian was also with her.

Gradually, more and more people were coming, and Wen Tao, Cang Hongyi, Bai Zhiyao and others also came.

Many juniors from the inner sect, Jiange, and Jianta have come to Jinglong Peak.

"Oh." Cao Changyuan sighed slightly when he saw the younger generation.

But there was no way, and he didn't expect that Qi Dianying would keep a low profile for seven years to reshape his sword intent for that year.

Many people don’t know the true identity of the old man in gray, they only know that he is a magic sword cultivator.

The Demon Sword Cultivator is even more terrifying than the Evil Sword Cultivator.

It was also the rainy night seven years ago. This old man escaped into a demon cultivator on Jinglong Peak, killed the elders of the Sanfeng Peak of the Sword Sect, and harmed many disciples...

However, after being injured by Cao Changyuan, he did not receive the guilt and trial he deserved. The sect leader Xiao Chunjue finally ordered him to let him take his grandson and rest on the tenth peak until he grows old.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly had the sword intent of rushing to the sky today and returned to Jinglong Peak.

"He is here to take revenge..." Jian Jingtian looked at the old man in the void and said lightly.

He admired the old man very much for being able to endure this for seven years for a big war.

For Jian Jingtian, grudges are not important, skills are the most important.

You should know that in the past seven years, Cao Changyuan also jumped from the junior sword emperor to the top sword emperor. Even the sect leader once said that if Lord Cao Feng used all his strength, there would be few people in the entire mountain gate to be his opponent.

His strength, looking at the five countries, is also an outstanding leader among sword cultivators.

Then, everyone will definitely have preconceived thought that this battle will inevitably be quite exciting.

There were more and more disciples, elders, and some senior officials gathered on Jinglong Peak, but no one interfered in the matter and they all stood in the distance and watched.

The space in the square in front of the hall is still very large, enough for two powerful sword cultivators to fight.

"How come the breath of this old guy makes me feel so familiar?" Ming Cang Jian also brought Tong'er to Jinglong Peak.

The girl's injuries recovered very quickly and she could go downstairs and walk around the next day. She also wanted to go to Dishi Peak to find the little mute to play, but Ming Cang Jian refused.

If something happens again, he really can't explain to Ye Wuzong.

What made Ming Cang Jian strange was that he always felt that he had seen the old man somewhere, but after careful recollection, he couldn't remember it.

"A person with such a sword intent is still so old that he cannot be a nameless person. After he takes action, let's see which sword skills he has practiced." Ming Cang Jian gradually became serious.

Cao Changyuan is a strong enemy. This old guy dares to come here alone and make such a big battle, so he must not give in.

Cao Changyuan, one of the two parties involved, looked up slightly, looked at the old man with a blank expression, and said, "You are here to kill me."

The old man shook his head slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Cao, I will get something. For this thing, I can only fight again."

"You can see it." Cao Changyuan said: "But why do you have to be so persistent? The so-called sword machine is an indescribable opportunity. Do you all think that this is not the opportunity of that little guy?"

"No!" the old man shook his head and said, "Xiao Yao's swordsmanship opportunity is too deep, he will bear more. This is not something you and I can try to spy on."

Xiaoyao is actually the real nickname of Xiao Mute.

"So if I win you, I can see more opportunities." Cao Changyuan smiled faintly.

Everyone was puzzled to see.

Seven years ago, the old man was possessed by a demon and killed people. He should be regarded as an enemy of the Sword Sect and Cao Changyuan's enemy.

But this time, when we met, the two of them said something strange.

Qi Yuanjun was only aware of it when she suddenly thought of Ye Wuzong.

This young man who has taken special care of the little mute since he entered the Sword Sect.

He seems to know more secrets?

The old man looked up at the sky and knew that the blood and energy that was burning in his body would not last long. He wanted to regain something for the little mute, so he had to take action as soon as possible.

Cao Changyuan could not let the old man take back such things, and this time, he had to kill the other party, so that no one could stop him from taking the next steps.

Therefore, Cao Changyuan took the lead in taking action.

He stretched out his five fingers, like an eagle's claw, and slashed at the old man.

Five black sword auras rushed out instantly, turned into prisons, and covered them.

At the same time, Cao Changyuan released the sword domain, and countless black mysterious swords appeared in front of him, and these mysterious swords seemed to have formed a prison.

"Prison Sword Domain."

Countless black black swords were lifted into the air together, with horizontal forks and vertical lines, as if they wanted to block the old man.

"My grandson's things are in the hall behind you." The old man had been looking for something like that, and he seemed to have locked it up.

Facing the prison-like sword strike, the old man drew a true Qi Xuan sword in the void with his sword point. This true Qi Xuan sword was very big, standing in front of him, emitting a very powerful devouring wave outward.

Those black swords were originally going to attack the old man, but the next moment, they were sucked by the true Qi Xuan Sword and hit them one by one.

Cao Changyuan's eyes narrowed and he said, "Qi Family's - The Tide-absorbing Sword."

It seemed that it could absorb the sword energy of the black sword and make the true Qi Xuan Sword stronger. The old man suddenly stepped out, grabbed the hilt of the true Qi Xuan Sword, and rushed towards Cao Changyuan.

Cao Changyuan repeatedly waved his five fingers.

Prisoners and sword energy blocked each other, constantly blocking the old man's way.

"break!"

The old man moved forward without any other moves, and kept swinging a sword of true energy in his hand.

No matter how many sword energy prisons Cao Changyuan set up in front of him, it would be useless.
Chapter completed!