Shining thunder, howling wind, sweeping mountain rain, suppressing the sword sect!

In the forest, the mountain road, the stairs leading to the Jinglong Peak Gate, a thin young figure, and a round figure, running wildly.

The pale electric light shattered the crack in the air, shining on the little mute's pretty little face.

He cried bitterly, running wildly in the heavy rain, his lips trembling, but he was silent because he could not speak.

Behind, the little fat man ran with all his might, falling down, getting up, and was covered in mud.

Many disciples who did not watch the battle walked through the Jianzong mountain road with umbrellas. When they saw the two young men chasing something on a rainy night, their eyes were stunned.

They naturally heard about the battle at this time on Jinglong Peak. Both sides of the battle were Lord Cao Feng and the old man with a mysterious origin.

For some reason, these inner and outer disciples didn't know what to say and were silent.

Finally, one of the disciples said, "Let's go and have a look!"

"Walk!"

"Walk!"

Another group of disciples poured into the mountain road of Jinglong Peak.

Crazy la la —!

The night is covered with cold rain, covering the square in front of Jinglong Hall.

Clean the blood.

Yang Yanpo, Liu Xiang and Qi Dongxuan looked at the old man in shock, but he could not calm down for a long time.

Qi Yuanjun, Na Lan Zhuo, Mu Yu Qingyi and other disciples supported the true qi light shield to resist the invasion of the rain. Looking at the old man, he remained silent.

The old man knelt on the ground.

The white hair was wet, and the clean gray clothes were covered with scars and bloody sword marks.

At this moment, he finally returned to what he had been in for seven years.

The upright back was hunched over again, the crane's hair was gray, the wrinkles on his face were full of fatigue, and his spiritual eyes looked turbid again.

Even now all the disciples of the Sword Sect come forward to support him.

The old man could no longer stand up...

But the sword he just now - Qi's true sword, the light of the cold Jiuzhou, was too dazzling.

So much so that the disciples of the Sword Sect are still confused now.

Such an old man actually became a demon cultivator in seven years? But the sword he had just cut out showed half of the light in the sky...

If it weren't for the righteous and righteous person who killed all evil spirits, how could he use the peerless sword just now?

Who is he...

Boom--!

Opposite the old man, a pile of rocks suddenly exploded, and all the rocks flew out in all directions.

Cao Changyuan got up from inside.

His hair was disheveled, his sword armor was shattered, and his arms were exposed, all covered in blood.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha…”

Cao Changyuan laughed wildly at the sky.

In an instant, he curled his smile and looked at the old man.

The old man also looked at Cao Changyuan.

Cao Changyuan smiled and said, "Old friend... it's time to accept his fate..."

The old man's sword was not to kill him, but to force out the evil sword aura in his body, and to test the evil sword he pressed to the ground in Jinglong Hall!

The evil sword suppressed the little mute's sword spirit.

Even Xiao Chuncai never knew about this.

Cao Changyuan released his soul and invaded the old man's ears in the form of voice transmission.

With a strong attack.

Every time he said something, the old man's injury worsened a little.

"You keep saying, thank you, Sword Sect, thank me."

"But after all, you are not selfish enough to let everyone know that I was the one who rebels from the Sword Sect."

"What is opportunity and what kendo? Survival is opportunity and kendo."

"A dignified heroic family of protecting the realm has not even understood this. They said with a high sound that they are practicing the guardian sword. You really haven't found it ridiculous?"

"So what if you have your family hard to guard the Great Wilderness? Have the evil demons been killed? Or are your son dead?"

"The forces from all sides of the East have taken advantage of the situation and the people in the East have forgotten you."

"Who are you guarding? Who is worthy of your protection?"

Cao Changyuan suddenly laughed and said, "I am the right thing. The sword art that I, Cao Changyuan, practiced is the right thing, and it is the right thing to do anything. Only by surviving is the right thing!"

"And you..."

He suddenly showed murderous intent and strong murderous intent, staring at the old man.

"Who can collect your body for you?"

"Who dares to collect your body for me, Cao Changyuan?"

Cao Changyuan suddenly stretched his right hand into the void.

Buzz —!

A mysterious sword full of righteousness and awesomeness, with powerful sword power suddenly appeared in his hands.

The audience exclaimed.

This is the sword of Lord Cao Feng - Tianxuan Sword!

Back then, this sword was also the one that hurt the old man's foundation.

"The Tianxuan Sword, even if it is slashed, I will kill you with it, which means that you will still be a demon until you die!"

call out--!

Cao Changyuan stretched out his hand.

The Tianxuan Sword suddenly flew out.

In an instant, he stabbed and forced him to the old man.

The old man knew that the death was decided and he was defeated.

He opened his arms to welcome the heavy rain, with a hint of relief on his face, and the pictures like a lantern flashed in front of him one by one.

"The sword rises on the clouds and falls on the mountain. The Qi family will never leave any memory."

Of course:

"The sun is dim, in front of the thatched hut, a pair of children, half of their lives."

The old man closed his eyes at the last moment.

Smile.

"Little mute, grandpa is here..."

Knee-!

The Taixuan Sword directly pierced the old man's chest, carried it up, and ended in the wind and rain.

The next moment, all the disciples looked at the entrance of Jinglong Peak Mountain Road, on the huge stone plaque of Jinglong Peak.

The old man was already dead, and he was nailed to the large plaque of the mountain gate by Taixuan Sword.

"Dead..."

Yang Yanpo and the other two felt uncomfortable when they watched this scene.

The same is true for Liu Xiang.

He remembered the unique sword.

Too shocking and too dazzling.

He really wanted to know who the old man was and what he had experienced during his lifetime.

Qi Yuanjun and others were still silent, for some reason, but their hearts were complicated.

Dada dada-!

The sound of footsteps suddenly came.

Look at the sound of the people you are looking for.
To be continued...