The sword moved silently, the rain roared mercilessly, and the gray clothes lingered and dared not move forward again.

The rain and fog became thicker, as if it had covered this melodious rainy mountain in an instant. Even the beautiful mountains and dilapidated small temples were left with only a hazy outline.

Looking around, it was all white.

The mountains are filled with ink rain leisurely, wantonly, freehand painting.

Of course, there is also the unstoppable poetry and alluring style.

It’s just a pity that Chen Fan, who was happy with the rain, had not woken up, Kunpeng was sleeping, the girl in black and Qin Guang, who had broken the bowstring, could not afford to be seriously injured. The only people in gray who could enjoy the beautiful scenery here didn’t have the intention of appreciating the rain.

The rain has been falling, and it is like a huge loss of energy to break the city. It can moisten things silently when it is young, but it repeats over and over again but there is no sign of disappearing. The ancient sword of long songs bathed in the misty rain swayed slightly. Except for the momentum that flew out of the temple, it was silent all the time.

There was no light, nor did the rain avoid it. He stood there calmly and silently, allowing the raindrops to slide along the sword body.

Very ordinary! But the vague and ancient meaning of vicissitudes makes it look very lonely and lonely.

The gray-clothed leader who used Fuyao to break through thousands of miles and had a bit of a swordsman smell made a quick decision. He understood that there must be a senior of Jiandao here. He immediately bent down respectfully at Xiaomiao and said slowly, "I am the subordinate of Qingcheng Order of Fuyao Palace. I am ordered to chase and kill the two crown princes of Hell Qin Guang and Chujiang. I don't know that Senior is here and I have no intention of disturbing me. Please forgive me."

Fu Yi kept his body bent and waited for an answer that was destined to be no one answered.

The girl in black is the little Chujiang in hell. She forced herself to sit up, looked at the tragic figure in the transparent cocoon, and then looked at Fuyao Gong Fuyi, who seemed to be bent down, and laughed inexplicably.

Qin Guang saw Chu Jiang laughing, and also laughed. Chu Jiang might not know what he was laughing, but Qin Guang knew why he was laughing.

The silent rain curtain was broken by the two of them, and Fu Yi held the palm that was shrouded in his cuffs, with a expressionless face.

Then he straightened his waist and showed a self-deprecating smile.

"Liu Tai will not use a sword, nor will he leave the territory of the Han Dynasty. Su Yi traveled west with his sword, Qin Lei's heart retreated, and Mu Chenzhou was in the old Chu at this moment, so there were no seniors... Haha... Hehe... I think this is the ancient sword of Changge unearthed from Ying Menghua Valley."

"Hey, it's such a good sword!"

He gently wiped off the rain from his face and took a step forward slightly.

"After the Yan Luo lineage is dying, then he will offend Qin Guang and Chujiang Palace? When did you Fuyao Palace have such confidence?" Qin Guang said with a smile. He looked much more kind without having to prepare to arch the arrow at the bowstring at all times.

The hell killer doesn't care about life and death. This is known to everyone in the world, so he seems very calm at this moment, and even has an indescribable feeling of ease.

"You are wrong. It is because the Palace of Yan Luo insists on not ending with me, Fuyao Palace, not us. I am talking about it. Since you have all become enemies with the head of the Hell Palace, what can you do with Qin Guang and Chujiang? In other words, even if you have all the Ten Palaces of Hell, you can eat Fuyao?"

"Besides, this child of unknown origin is quite worth it."

The girl Chu Jiang curled the corner of her mouth with a sarcasm. She didn't need to look at it to know what Fu Yi was looking for outside the door.

"Hell dares to blatantly chase and kill Lishan Su Yi because of a Jiuyou Blood Order. Ruoqing Immortal Palace's Ice Li Sword Master, how dare Fu Yao? Why, if you add an ancient inheritance that has been declining for many years, you dare to swallow the sky?"

"Yan Luo insisted on staying with you until death, haha... you are worthy!"

When Fu Yi heard this, his brows frowned deeply. It was not because the girl was mean and arrogant, but because the news she vaguely revealed. Could it be that the news of the sect and the distant inheritance cooperation had been leaked?

"Most of the truth in this world is blocked behind the scenes, and what you know is only what the people in front of the curtain want you to know."

Qin Guang laughed and said, "That's great!"

"What's so wonderful? This is what the palace master said. He also said that as for the truth or falsehood, whether it can be counted depends on whether those people's brains are good or not."

Fu Yi closed his eyes and gave out a heavy breath and said, "Just kill them and take your head back."

"Sharp"

The man in gray drew his sword and ran, with the sword energy scattered and the rain and fog messed up. It was vaguely like a hundred ghosts walking at night!

Qin Guang and Chu Jiang looked at each other, and Qin Guang jumped up instantly, and there was no sign of weakness. He tore his sleeves, and the cold light was biting.

No one knows that Xiao Qin Guangwang not only has a bright bow in his hand, but also has a dark crossbow hidden in his sleeves.

The girl Chu Jiang sat cross-legged, reached out to touch her neck, and pulled it out, pulling out a black string with a knot tied on it.

If you untied the knot, the King of Chujiang showed his manifestation.

It can be seen that this game is not a dead end from beginning to end.

These disciples of Fuyao, who were like maggots attached to the bone, were chasing the King of Hell, but they didn't expect that they would always be on the road to the underworld, and even went further and further.

If you go far, it will be difficult to turn back.

The man in gray was not aware of the changes in the temple and rushed forward. Fu Yi walked towards Gu Jian Changge, endured his ecstasy, and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

A slight cool touch directly invaded Fu Yi's mind and then spread throughout his body in an instant.

It was an extremely sad and desolate sword energy, but Fu Yi didn't know that, and there was no defense or resistance at all.

"Bang"

Before the ecstasy in Fu Yi's pupils faded, his head was cut off from the inside to the outside of the sword energy, breaking his vitality. His head fell to the ground, but his body did not fall, and he still held the Changsing Ancient Sword. It can be imagined how sharp and quick that sword energy was.

The rain and fog were like tides, like a white swimming fish that was suddenly alarmed, scattering and escaping in panic, without any rules. In the moment before, the rain and fog filled the mountains in an instant. Now, in an instant, the scattered threads remained.

The rain and fog that suddenly dissipated without warning made the gray-clothed men suddenly feel a little surprised and a trace of uneasiness suddenly surged in their hearts.

They turned around when they heard the sound, but found that after the rain and mist had dissipated, Fu Yi had lost his head silently. The slender body held the sword and seemed to have not had time to react.

Moreover, the wound was flat and no drop of blood was flowing out of the neck.

Confusion and panic instantly filled everyone's chests. They looked at each other and stopped at a loss.

Qin Guangchujiang noticed the change in the atmosphere at the first time, and then approached the door carefully.

Only then did they realize that the heavy rain and fog had dissipated at some point, and the gray clothes of Fuyao Palace all looked at the back with pale faces. Then, they saw the headless body and slowly fell backwards.

It was undoubtedly Fu Yi!

What makes people feel even more chilling is that a vague figure suddenly appeared next to Gu Jian Changge. In this slightly cool drizzle, it is gradually visible.

That... it was an extremely tall old man with gray hair casually tied up with a thin rope, his eyebrows and beard were all snow-white, and he was wearing a light green robe, and he was slightly mopping the floor.

At first glance, it looks very much like the legendary immortals who have escaped from the sea of ​​suffering in the world and gained great freedom!

He was neither sad nor happy, and stayed peacefully in the rain, his eyes were filled with the ultimate vicissitudes of life, which made people inadvertently fall into it.

But it is strange that in addition to vicissitudes, there is also an unconcealed pity in the old man's eyes.

I don’t know if it’s pity for oneself or sentient beings, or just someone special among the billions of sentient beings?

No one can find the answer in his vicissitudes of eyes, because his eyes have condensed on the gray night sky.

The last sword is left to the host.

The last glance is left to my hometown.

The old man whispered.

Just as no one could understand the look of pity, no one could hear his whisper.

The old man in a light green robe invisibly completely crushed the courage of many people in gray, so that after losing Fu Yi, the not-so-thick pillar, he fled everywhere in panic.

Qin Guangchujiang was ready to move and wanted to come out of the temple to intercept and kill Fuyao's disciples, but looking at the old man outside the temple, he still gave up this idea.

Then, a strange scene that made the two of them feel lingeringly scared and fortunately glad. Even if they see the great power of moving mountains and seas in the future, they may not be even more thrilling than this moment.

The old man ignored the scattered disciples Fuyao, but just raised his palm and slowly pinched the Changge Ancient Sword.

As soon as I started the sword, it was like I was touching some strange rhythm.

At this moment, a sword that was colder than rain appeared out of thin air, turning into an invisible huge prison, imprisoning all the raindrops densely spread in the air.

Like a frozen and eternal scroll.

At this moment, there is no storm!

But there was the fear and despair emitted by Fuyao disciples who fled everywhere and were pissed off. There was Qin Guang and Chujiang's eyes widened in horror. There was also the imposing sword that made thousands of raindrops float in the air but was unable to fall.

Then, he opened his mouth and sucked, and the wind and clouds surged.

The imprisoned in the void was like endless raindrops, gathering wildly, carrying a violent and violent wind like a rainbow, gathering into a river that seemed to fall from the nine heavens, first into his throat and then into his stomach.

"Kill!" The old man who absorbed countless rains, held his mouthful of indelible anger and let out a long drink.

The sound was loud, and there were echoes everywhere in the mountains. Then countless sword shadows ejected from his throat, shattering the river that had not yet fallen, and soaring into the sky with an unparalleled posture.

The wind stopped, but the rain seemed to be more urgent.

At this moment, because of the old man's long roar, there were sword shadows all over Qianhua Mountain.

Swallowing rain into the stomach, and roaring thousands of swords come.

Fuyao's disciples who were running around and fleeing were separated from the thousands of swords, and no one escaped.

After killing people, the flying swords turned into a pool of liquid and fell to the place they should have gone.

Chu Jiang was extremely shocked, opened his mouth slightly, and muttered to himself as he looked at the magnificent Jian Yu, "Immortal?"

Whether he is an immortal or not, Qin Guang, who has no eyes, cannot give an answer.

The dust settled, and the old man smiled and looked at Qianhua Mountain nostalgic, slowly dissipating.

The long song that was stuck on the ground changed from the ordinary thing just now, and it burst out with an unusual edge and flashed away.

Qin Guang and Chu Jiang were shocked and had not yet returned to their sacrificial spirit, so they naturally did not pay attention. The snow-white little beast curled up in Chen Fan's arms twisted uneasyly and wrinkled his nose at Changge.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!