"That's it."
"Hong Yuan, Zhang Yinghe, enjoy the rest of your time."
"The king's flag changes at the top of the city. You will sing and I will appear on stage."
"It's been more than a million years, and these five great divine continents deserve to belong to our clan!"
Li Jianqiu said coldly, his eyes captivating.
The green halberd in her hand erupted with thick blood, and with a heavy swing, a huge black crack was created. The aura of calamity filled the air and completely cut through the void.
Ji Qingxue and other demon saints retreated in an orderly manner under her leadership.
At this moment, Li Jianqiu really has the unparalleled charm of a supreme demon king!
the other side.
Don't chase after the poor enemy. Even if they have the upper hand, Fengxi Hongyuan will not be able to show off for a while.
He reached out with one hand and stopped the charge of Zhang Yinghe and others.
Going forward, it is not an area where the two races are fighting, but a territory filled with demonic energy and demonic intent!
Now is not the time to harvest the talents of the two races.
They are too weak and the fruits they bear are not very delicious.
"Don't worry, some bad words mean nothing."
Feng Xi Hongyuan narrowed his eyes and stared directly at the retreat of the demon saints.
Zhang Yinghe and other martial saints nodded silently, stopped and cleaned up the mess.
Although he has suffered a small loss from Li Jianqiu and achieved Li Jianqiu's good reputation, Hong Yuan is actually not in a hurry, and he will not be very angry.
When he was young, he often did not receive enough attention due to a shortage of resources, so he sometimes became aggressive and vengeful.
But after he had seen the broader sky and competed indirectly or directly with supreme beings such as the 'Alicorn Ant' Tianli, 'Taiyin True Dragon' Han Jiuming and 'Soul-killing Demon Emperor' Xiao Aotian, his
My horizons were suddenly opened!
And when he faced the death of his master Lin Daoyan, senior brother Zhu Wushang, friends Le Congsheng and Tang Baiwei and other relatives and friends, they died slowly or unexpectedly.
Even after he suffered from all kinds of separation and sadness, he immediately realized the huge impact that the passage of time had on the secular world of the martial arts.
Therefore, he no longer seeks perfection in everything.
He just wants to get along with each other and have no regrets.
Has he changed from a vindictive character to a heroic character?
No, he became more devoted to the Tao and longed for eternal life!
Except for a few important things such as becoming an emperor in the demon body and becoming a Taoist in his true form, the rest are not in his eyes!
The rolling and shaking thunder exploded.
The cold wind that freezes everything rages.
Fengxi Hongyuan suddenly waved his sleeves, and plucked the sacred instrument Feng Shen Qin with his big hands and five fingers, manifesting the huge appearance of an aqua blue phoenix, protecting a group of human martial saints from the environment.
"Let's go back quickly!"
Immediately, under the pressure of the aqua phoenix, a stream of divine rainbows arose, streaked across the sky, and fled towards the rear.
…
The twentieth year of the Creation Era, winter.
Western Desert Divine Continent.
A certain palace in the Human Race's West Desert Academy.
The old trees outside the palace are withered, and people in the palace are lying on sick beds.
The dying swordsman lying on the hospital bed is none other than the only eighth-level saint of the Fengxi Sect—the old swordsman!
"A, A Yuan, come back, are you back..."
The old swordsman opened his mouth slightly, and a feeble trembling sound rang out, adding a bit of gloom and sadness to the palace.
General Bai Xiangxuan, who was waiting on the side, glanced outside, then withdrew his gaze and responded in a low voice: "A Yuan has not returned yet."
When the swordsman old man heard this, his skinny wrist that had been trembling just now stopped immediately.
He slowly closed his eyes, endured countless pains, held on to his last breath of true energy, and waited for the return of Fengxi Hongyuan.
In the past few years, wars have begun on the front lines. After successive battles, the old swordsman, who was already extremely old, became seriously ill and could not be saved with medicine or stone.
He has always had a frustration in his heart, that is, Hong Yuan misunderstood him.
He really has no idea of ​​​​planning Hong Yuan’s [Fengxi Treasure] and the position of co-master of Fengxi!
The reason why he didn't express his position in time was because he was going through a tribulation!!
In order to clear up this misunderstanding, he just fought his way out of the encirclement and suppression of several eighth-level demon saints, with the last breath of true energy remaining!!!
"Alas~" General Bai Xiangxuan looked at the old swordsman who looked like a skeleton and sighed in his heart.
The old man is still so stubborn and stubborn.
A Yuan has a broad mind and is an agent of humanity. How could he hold a grudge against you because of such things?
Seeing the old swordsman's appearance like a candle in the wind, General Bai Xiangxuan couldn't help but recall the life of the old swordsman, especially his contribution to the sect.
The swordsman old man, whose real name is Ye Xiaoyao, is the young head of the Ye family, the first family in the sect.
It just so happened that at that time, the Fengxi Sect was caught in the vortex of the family line and the master-disciple line.
In short, the aristocratic families want to turn Fengxi Sect into the private territory of their respective clans.
You, the Li family, take the Spiritual Beast Hall, and I, the Zhang family, take the Weapon Refining Hall, and we all work together to specialize and solidify our power!
For this reason, the swordsman old man, as the leader of the family line, fought endlessly with Fu Yanjiang, who was from the master-disciple line.
The final result was that Fu Yanjiang won, became the Great Sage of Fengxi, and led the Fengxi Sect back on track!
But what others don’t know is that the reason why the previous Great Sage Fengxi was able to win and save the day repeatedly was because the swordsman old man acted as an insider and provided intelligence!
The swordsman old man has extremely far-sighted vision and a lofty sense of sect honor.
However, since he has been in the clouds all his life and rarely goes deep into the grassroots, he sometimes tends to get into trouble and seek trouble for himself...
Just as Bai Xiangxuan was reviewing the past of the old swordsman, several footsteps came from outside the palace.
It is the Great Sage Qinglu, Chen Hao, Li Qiyuan and other saints from the sect alliance of the Eastern Wilderness Continent who came to pay a visit to the swordsman old man!
"Hao Lao."
"Swordsman."
"..."
Put down the gift, say a word of honor, stand aside, and say no more.
Many saints from the Eastern Wasteland Sect who had completed this process couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts when they saw the old swordsman's miserable appearance like a shriveled skeleton.
Not even the eighth-level sword master can guarantee his safe return on the battlefield, let alone the sixth-level and seventh-level saints like them?
Moreover, the old swordsman is actually quite lucky.
Because among the humans and monsters, many eighth-level saints died on the front lines, without even a chance to stay in bed!
On the hospital bed, the swordsman old man felt the strong popularity invading the palace. He forced his eyelids open, rolled his eyes, and scanned for a week. He was suddenly disappointed.
‘Fengxi co-leader’ Hong Yuan still hasn’t returned!
But out of his extremely strong sense of sect honor, the swordsman old man endured the pain and still stubbornly nodded to the saints of the Donghuang sect.
Seeing the sad look of the swordsman old man, the Great Sage Qinglu couldn't help but think of his friend who sacrificed his life twenty years ago to pave the way for him - the Great Sage Fengxi.
The Great Sage Qinglu was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: "Jianhao, I misunderstood you before, and I am here to say sorry to you."
The swordsman old man nodded slightly to show that he didn't care. He still tightened his lips and said no more.
Every moment, every moment, he was enduring all kinds of pain.
On the verge of death, it is uncomfortable to rely on willpower to maintain a breath of energy!
To be continued...