Chapter 18 I Want to Live Until My Brother Comes Home!
The next day.
Arriving in a blink of an eye!
In the center of the Qinghun Peaks, there is a peak shaped like a giant tripod, named ‘Aspirational Mountain’.
There is no vegetation on the Wending Mountain, and the rocks are brown. There is a very wide, flat land at the top, and hundreds of 'sword fighting platforms' are built on it!
Every sword fighting platform is covered with sword marks.
For hundreds of years, countless Qinghun Sword Cultivators have fought swords here, competing against each other, and even deciding between life and death!
Get up in the morning!
The dawn breaks and everything revives.
Boom boom——
Suddenly, a square boulder in green, red, white and yellow roared across the sky, making an ear-splitting sound, shining with dazzling light, falling from the sky, and landed on the summit mountain!
Such movement caused the grass and trees in the Qinghun Mountains to tremble, and birds and beasts to run around.
After landing, the boulder was stable and radiant. It looked like four different square stones spliced together. There was a hole in the center of one side. The hole was filled with dense fog of four colors. The thick fog turned into dragons, snakes and birds.
The beast let out a real roar, and the birds chirped, shaking the entire aspirational mountain.
"The Four-pole Sword Bearing Stone!"
A burst of laughter rang out from the summit of the mountain!
Next to these four-color boulders, there is a high platform. The high platform is divided into eight areas, and each area has many luxurious seats.
At this time, the top figures of the Green Soul Sword Sect were all sitting on these honorable seats!
Among them, the number one swordsman ‘Ye Tiance’ is undoubtedly the protagonist today.
He is sitting on a sword-shaped throne closest to the center. His eagle nose is eye-catching, his sword eyebrows are sharp, and there is an invisible murderous intent on his body.
Even a burly figure like the Third Sword Master ‘Wu Wu’ would have his aura suppressed by his side!
It can be seen from this that who is respected now, Qinghun!
However.
For a person like Ye Tiance, he showed respect at this moment, facing an old man sitting on the throne in the center of the high platform!
The man was sitting upright, with his hands on the armrests and his legs spread apart, showing an astonishing amount of energy.
This man has blond hair, like a lion descending from a mountain. Although there are wrinkles on his face, it cannot conceal the majesty of his superior.
"Ye Tiance, thank you again, Mr. Fan, for coming to Qinghun for advice despite his busy schedule!"
"Thank you, Mr. Fan, for bringing me the Four-pole Sword Bearing Stone!"
Everyone agreed.
None of them dared to look directly at the old man, feeling infinite awe in their hearts.
That's because Fan Lao comes from Wanjianhai!
The real holy land for sword cultivation!
Ordinary swordsmanship, a dream that is simply untouchable!
"Ye Tiance." The old man Fan raised his thick eyebrows and looked at the first sword master, "Even in the sea of ten thousand swords, those who can possess the 'Tianquan' sword soul are the supreme swordsmen. So, you have laid the groundwork for so much,
Don't make a joke."
"Don't worry, Mr. Fan, at least it's Yu Heng." Ye Tiance nodded solemnly.
Yaoguang, Kaiyang, Yuheng, Tianquan!
"That's fine." Mr. Fan nodded coldly, "For Ye Guying's sake, I made a special trip to visit you."
What he meant by this was: You'd better not make my trip in vain!
"Yes... I would like to ask Mr. Fan, do you know how Gu Ying's Qing Yuan is progressing?" Ye Tiance also wanted to use him to establish a relationship with Mr. Fan.
"Nine percent." Speaking of this person, a smile appeared on Lao Fan's face, and he sighed: "This kid has twin dantians, and his magic power is twice that of the same level, and he can kill people beyond his level!"
"If a sword cultivator is poor in sword soul level, he can still rely on sword aura or even 'sword ring' to make up for it, but the Tao talent of twin dantian is extremely rare. With this talent, he is destined to be in the sea of ten thousand swords.
The future is bright!”
After speaking, Mr. Fan touched his nose and said to the First Sword Master: "Ye Tiance, you teach well."
"I don't dare. It's all thanks to the recommendation and cultivation of Elder Fan that Gu Ying has the opportunity to realize his ambition!" Ye Tiance said with a cupped hand.
"I have to say that your Qinghun is a blessed place." said Fan Lao.
Ye Tiance smiled.
"Okay! Then I will first appreciate the heroic appearance of the Qinghun disciples, and then witness the birth of the miracle." Elder Fan also smiled.
"Congratulations to Mr. Fan, congratulations to the First Sword Master!"
In the central area of the high platform, in addition to the Venerable Master on the highest seat, there were also many guests from all over.
They are all prominent figures from nearby areas.
Respectively--
The general manager of Lingbao Pavilion, ‘Qian Kun’, is known as Fatty Qian.
The owner of Dongxuan Island, ‘Chen Yihai’.
Another woman wearing a veil also had a high status. It was said that she was a casual cultivator who was personally invited by Ye Tiance and was named 'Yue Xian'.
Although his true appearance cannot be seen, his exquisite figure and misty temperament are already very eye-catching.
In addition to these three people, there are more than ten people, all distinguished guests!
They all gave Ye Tiance face.
With Ye Tiance here, the other Sword Masters from Jianfeng could only nod and apologize.
"Brother Ye, let's start!" Lingbao Pavilion Qian Kun smiled broadly.
"I heard that Qinghun talents are emerging in large numbers, Chen has been waiting to see..." Chen Yihai touched the seat and sneered at the corner of his mouth.
On the armrest of his seat, there are two small characters "Jiange" engraved on it.
The center of this high platform is obviously the Jiange area, but now it has become a guest area?
At this time, Ye Tiance faced forward and declared sternly!
"The aspiration is about to begin, and the Eight Swords will enter the scene!"
clank!
As soon as his voice rang out, clouds and mist swirled in the sky, and the sword energy roared in it.
Buzz!
There are seven sword cultivators in total, coming from seven directions through the clouds.
In the clouds and mist, young sword cultivators stepped on six-foot-long broad swords, flying through the sky and clouds, and soaring into the sky with their swords!
Each square formation has one hundred and twenty sword cultivators!
One hundred and twenty sword souls, the powerful energy breaks through the sky, different sword souls stir up different attribute powers, the wind, clouds, thunder, frost, rain and snow stir the sky!
They are all sword immortals in the eyes of mortals!
The seven sword phalanxes totaled 840 people.
This momentum can be said to have given the First Sword Master enough face.
Qian Kun, Chen Yihai and more than a dozen other guests saw this and praised him repeatedly. Only Mr. Fan moved his lips slightly and did not comment.
Whoosh!
The young Qinghun Sword Cultivators ascended the Summit Mountain with their swords and gathered in front of the high platform.
Ye Tiance didn't need to say more, they had already finished the drill, half-knelt down towards the high platform, and said loudly: "Qinghun Sword Cultivator, pay your respects to Elder Fan!"
"Get up!" Fan Lao waved his hand, quite satisfied.
Ye Tiance smiled when he saw this.
"Who is Jiang Yue?" asked Fan Lao.
"she."
Ye Tiance's finger hits a woman at the No. 1 Sword Peak Sword Cultivator.
The woman stood at the front, surrounded by a group of Sword Master disciples, blooming like a flower in the clouds.
She looked over with confidence on her face.
Looking at Mr. Fan, he was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Not bad!" Mr. Fan nodded, narrowed his eyes and smiled.
"I hope I can surprise Mr. Fan." Ye Tiance smiled, turned around and announced, "Let's start the sword discussion!"
Discussing swords, striving for the throne, the four poles bear the sword stone.
After completing a set of procedures, take off!
He was looking forward to it.
"There are still people who haven't arrived yet." Wu Wu whispered beside him.
"They abstained?" Ye Tiance's eyes turned cold.
"coming."
Wu Wu pointed in one direction.
There, a total of more than a dozen people appeared.
The leader was a stunning woman in a black dress. Although she was young, she was very courageous. She led a group of people directly to the high platform!
"hehe."
Ye Tiance and Wu Wu looked at each other, then took the Sixth Sword Master 'Yao Manxue' and stopped them together.
Yao Manxue is a woman wearing an icy blue sword robe, with a frosty face and a strong chill. She is Yao Qingqian's sister.
"stop!"
The three of them stopped in front of everyone in Jiange.
"Zhao Xuanran, don't be so presumptuous!" Wu Wu roared, glaring at the woman in black skirt.
"Am I being presumptuous?" Zhao Xuanran's eyes were filled with frost. "You let outsiders sit on the throne of Master Qinghun and trample on them with the face of Qinghun's ancestors. How dare you call me presumptuous?"
"Shut up!" Ye Tiance gave her an indifferent look.
"Little brat, what do you know? This is Mr. Fan from Wanjianhai. Even if your father can still stand up, you have to bend down and salute when you see him, you know?" Yao Manxue, the Sixth Sword Master, sneered.
"If he stands up, he will first chop off the heads of you three shameless dogs!"
Zhao Xuanran clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug deeply into his flesh, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
Give up the position of headmaster to outsiders!
More than 800 people knelt down!
Is this still the unyielding Green Soul Sword Cultivator?
Seeing the self-righteous faces of the three people in front of them, everyone in Jiangge felt angry.
This is humiliating!
The elders of the seven sword peaks all have positions.
Only the honorable seats in the Jiange Pavilion were reserved for guests.
There is a guest seat at Wending Mountain, just opposite the high platform.
How can I, a guest, sit down as the host?
The Eight Swords have been honorable since ancient times. The Eight Swords have strengths and weaknesses, but no distinction is made between high and low.
Now, these three people are going to push Jiange to the guest seat!
"The master is unconscious and the sword master is in power. This is a joint decision of the seven sword masters. Those who cause trouble will be killed!"
After Ye Tiance finished speaking, he turned around and flicked his sleeves without looking back.
Wu Wu glared at everyone in the Jiange and said with a ferocious smile: "Don't forget what happened the day before yesterday. It's still too late to temporarily withdraw from the aspiration and disband the Jiange. Once the aspiration begins, life or death is not up to you!"
After saying that, he and the sarcastic Yao Manxue walked away together.
"Xiaoran!"
Grandpa Qin quickly grabbed the woman in black skirt, his eyes were pale, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Under today's situation, I have to bow my head! Only by holding on for a breath can Jiange survive for another year..."
How much unwillingness, hatred, and anger were all extinguished by this sentence like ice water.
That's right.
I have to bow my head!
If you can vent your anger, who wouldn't?
But, look back at the eight young disciples behind you!
The anger you exhale will turn into a sword and strike them.
They are young and hesitant, knowing that they will escape death, but they are still willing to stand here to extend the life of Jiange and leave a way home for the deceased.
Why bother hurting them?
Zhao Xuanran's clenched jade fists were suddenly released.
"good……"
She pursed her red lips, lowered her head, smiled bitterly, and her eyes became much darker.
She subconsciously reached out and touched her waist.
It's a pity that I didn't bring any wine today.
Thinking of wine...
Just reminds me of someone!
She looked back blankly.
Behind the crowd, the young man in white was looking at her.
When their eyes met, he smiled slightly.
This relaxed, natural and calm smile suddenly seemed like sunshine shining into her gloomy heart.
In the vast human world, even Qinghun, the place where evil spirits are purged, is now filled with evil spirits.
However, this young man is like a green lotus in the mud.
White clothes are not stained, and the heart is as pure as dust.
Zhao Xuanran didn't know that many people on the First Sword Peak, the Third Sword Peak, and the Sixth Sword Peak were also eyeing the young man in white.
"This is the stupid green sword head of Jiange!"
"It is said that he is forced to become a disciple of the headmaster. How ridiculous is he? He is a low-grade headmaster disciple of the Light Shaking Sword Soul?"
"No matter who comes across him in a while, he will be destroyed immediately, understand?"
"If you want to help the Jiange Tower collapse, why don't you see if your hands and feet are strong enough? Can you withstand the chop?"
"hehe……"
"I heard that he stole the first place on the road to heaven from the peerless immortal talent of the First Sword Peak. It's best to give him to Jiang Yue to kill him himself."
The remaining second, fourth, fifth, and seventh sword peaks are much quieter, and some have no desires or desires.
"Discuss the sword immediately!"
Hearing this, all the disciples who participated in the competition were beating wildly in their hearts.
The exciting battle begins soon.
At Jiange, Grandpa Qin also gave final warnings to the eight disciples who participated in the battle.
"Remember what I said? As soon as you get on the sword fighting stage, no matter who you meet, you will give up the fight immediately." Grandpa Qin said.
To give up the war is to surrender!
"Yes." Cai Maomao, Qin Tong and others nodded, unwillingly.
"Children! In the past three years, the first two championships, too many children have died in order to compete for the dignity of this sword pavilion. There are only eight of you left in the sword pavilion. Today, grandpa does not want to give away the white-haired people to the black-haired people..."
Grandpa Qin's voice was sad.
As long as it participates in the war, Jiange can live for one year.
Fight or not, you will be at the bottom, so why risk your life?
If you give up the fight as soon as you get up there, you still have a way to survive.
"Especially you, Yun Xiao, did you hear that?" Grandpa Qin said seriously.
Yun Xiao was looking at the dazzling four-pole sword bearing stone and didn't respond for a long time.
"Yun Xiao?" Grandpa Qin emphasized his tone.
"Ah! Okay, okay." Yun Xiao nodded quickly, "I will definitely take them all."
"What? I asked you to give up the fight as soon as you go up." Grandpa Qin glared.
"No problem, I give up the fight every time." Yun Xiao said.
"Every time..." Cai Maomao said with shame, "Junior Brother Yun, you can only give up once."
"Oh, I understand!" Yun Xiao nodded.
"No, you don't seem to understand the rules very well?" Cai Maomao asked.
"I practiced swordplay all day yesterday and didn't have time to understand." Yun Xiao said.
"You don't need to know too much, just give up the war." Grandpa Qin was still nagging.
Yun Xiao saw that the competition was about to begin, so he pulled Cai Maomao to one side and asked, "How to fight?"
"The Eight Swords Quest has two parts, the first is about swordsmanship, and the second is the quest for the trophy!" Cai Maomao said.
"What is sword theory?" Yun Xiao asked.
"Sword fighting is a one-man battle, fighting for personal honors and rewards! At that time, more than 800 swordsmen will pair up in pairs and go up to the more than 400 sword fighting platforms." Cai Maomao said.
"Keep fighting in pairs? Until the winner is determined? It will take a long time." Yun Xiaofei explained.
He had heard before that half an hour was enough to discuss swordsmanship.
"of course not!"
Cai Maomao shook his head and said: "The time limit for sword fighting is half an hour! Within this half hour, as long as you defeat your opponent, you can immediately go to other sword fighting stages where the battle has ended and continue fighting! Whoever defeats the opponent faster
, whoever can start the next battle the fastest. Once half an hour is up, the top one hundred will be ranked according to the number of 'sword points'!"
"Sword point?"
"Yes. Sword points will be distributed after a while. If you defeat the opponent, you can get the opponent's sword points." Cai Maomao said.
"Do all people have the same sword point?" Yun Xiao asked.
"Of course it's different. The stronger the person, the higher the initial sword point. There is one sword point in the late stage of Longquan, two sword points in Longquan Perfection, three sword points in Dingjing, and five sword points in Shenhai."
"What about my three sword points?" Yun Xiao asked.
Although he is Longquan Perfect, to the outside world, he is the Longquan Dingjing combat power he had when he defeated Wu Jianyang.
"No, you have ten sword points." Cai Maomao said.
"Why?"
"You are the leader of the sword. You are the face of the same lineage. If other members of the sword defeat you, there will be extra rewards." Cai Maomao said.
"Correspondingly, my initial sword points are also higher than others. As long as I don't lose, the ten sword points will be mine and will be included in the final ranking?" Yun Xiao asked.
"Yes!" Cai Maomao nodded.
in short--
Time limit is half an hour.
Whoever kills them all the way will be the best in swordsmanship!
"What's the reward for this personal sword battle?"
Yunxiao just wants to know what is useful!
"There are so many, starting from the top one hundred, just..."
When Cai Maomao was mid-sentence, Yun Xiao interrupted him first and said with stern eyes: "Senior Brother Cai, you only need to talk about the reward for being the first in sword theory."
Nothing else makes sense!
"Grandpa Qin asked you to give up the war..."
"Say." Yun Xiao raised his eyebrows.
"The skull of the Thousand-Year Demon Emperor! Twenty Longquan Pills!" Cai Maomao said excitedly.
"Have you increased the pressure again?"
Yun Xiao could tell just by looking at his expression.
The same thing again?
Don’t have a long memory!
"……yes!"
Cai Maomao smiled bitterly.
Thousand-year Demon King?
Yun Xiao still understands the concept.
Now in the entire Northern Wilderness, it is said that there is only one thousand-year-old demon emperor. It is said that it was the one who brought tens of thousands of demons to force Master Qinghun to break the sword three years ago!
Among demons, the emperor!
Thousands of years of cultivation!
Although the skull of the Demon Emperor, who is the best in terms of swordsmanship, does not belong to the current Demon Emperor, it may still be that of his ancestor.
"This is the best existing public treasure of Qinghun, and it is more valuable than the Shenhai Pill." Cai Maomao shrugged.
"understood."
Playing so big?
To whom?
All understood!
What was taken out this time was not anyone’s personal belongings, but public property belonging to the entire Qinghun!
"The eight swords compete for the title. Today we compete for swords and treasures, and tomorrow we compete for honors!" Cai Maomao sighed with emotion.
When it comes to swordsmanship, it’s for yourself.
Aim for the title, for Jianfeng!
"How to win the title?" Yun Xiao asked casually.
"Team battle." Cai Maomao stuck out his tongue, a little scared.
"How to group?"
"One pulse to one!" Cai Maomao said.
"??"
Yun Xiao glanced at the sword pavilion, then at the other sword peaks, and asked dumbly: "Eight people, fighting against 120 people?"
"No." Cai Maomao shook his head.
Yun Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.
"You alone can challenge one hundred and twenty people. And you are one of the top one hundred and twenty disciples of a sword peak." Cai Maomao added.
"Fuck! Why?" Yun Xiao asked.
"Because the seven of us gave up fighting to save our lives even in the sword discussion, we will definitely not participate in the aspiration. The sword discussion can still gain some face, but the aspiration for the championship is purely seeking death. If we participate in the sword discussion, the sword pavilion will be saved. We don't come tomorrow!" Cai!
Maomao said.
"Okay!" Yun Xiao gritted his teeth, "What kind of honor do you want to strive for?"
"The ranking of Sword Peak determines the weight of the resources of each major sword vein in the next year. The higher the ranking, all cultivation resources such as elixirs, demon bones, treasure armor, swordsmanship and Taoism will be given priority. So, this is actually also
Fight for yourself." Cai Maomao felt a little regretful.
"Any more?"
"And the most important thing!" Cai Maomao's eyes heated up.
"What?"
"Green Soul Cauldron."
"what?"
"Look, there!"
Cai Maomao pointed to the four-pole sword-carrying stone. There was a huge blue cauldron there. It stood in the center of the Summit Mountain. It was ancient and heavy. Many people looked at it with solemn eyes.
"It's a good thing! What does it do?" Yun Xiao asked.
"The Green Soul Cauldron is the number one sacred object of the Green Soul Sword Sect and a top-notch magic weapon! It has the effect of gathering spiritual energy. Whichever sword vein is placed on it, the spiritual energy of which sword vein will be several times higher than others!" Cai Maomao said with envy.
"It takes turns once a year. Whichever Sword Peak wins the first place will win the Green Soul Cauldron?" Yun Xiao narrowed his eyes.
"Yes!" Cai Maomao sighed deeply, shook his head and said, "Didn't I tell you before that Qinghun is an alliance of the eight major forces? In fact, this Qinghun Cauldron was originally a private property of my Jiange, and later it was shared with the whole sect.
.Three years ago, for a hundred years, it was in front of Haoran Palace."
And in the past three years, it has been the number one sword peak!
From this point of view, we can actually understand why Ye Tiance and his gang are so ambitious.
"Okay, I understand." Yun Xiao nodded, with a storm in his eyes.
"Junior Brother Yun, you can try swordsmanship. If you get a ranking, it will be useful for your practice, but if you want to win the championship, I advise you not to participate." Cai Maomao gritted his teeth and said.
"reason."
"Last year, Senior Sister Zhao ranked first in the sword competition. She was not convinced and joined the battle to win the championship."
"Lost?"
"One person fights one hundred and twenty, how can he win if he is so talented?" Cai Maomao took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Moreover, to win the two-by-two elimination system, the first battle will be last year's No. 1 vs. No. 8. If we participate in the stable
, the first battle must be fought against the strongest No. 1 Sword Peak."
"Is she injured?" Yun Xiao looked at the woman in black skirt in front of her.
"I was injured. I have been recovering for half a year, and a lot of the root causes of the disease have been eliminated." Cai Maomao said with pity.
Yun Xiao knows.
There are many sword marks on her body.
Yun Xiao had never seen a woman with so many scars on her body.
"It's time to distribute the sword points!" Cai Maomao said suddenly.
Sword Point is a small fairy magic that forms light spots that surround the body like fireflies.
Cai Maomao, a sword point.
Yunxiao, ten!
At the same time, Yun Xiao got the first sword fighting platform number in Sword Theory.
"I am No. 3. Where are you?" Yun Xiao asked.
"Two hundred and five." Cai Maomao said confidently.
"Then I'm quite far away from you. Remember to give up the fight." Yun Xiao said.
Too far.
If he doesn't give up the fight, Yun Xiao can't help him.
"I cherish my life, what do you mean?" Cai Maomao rolled his eyes, "Those grandsons will definitely want to use words to stimulate me, humiliate me, and force me to fight them, but I want to live!"
At the end of the sentence, there was sadness in his eyes.
He is not afraid of death.
I'm just afraid that when my brother returns, he won't be able to find his home.
Wow!
At this moment, there was a commotion on Wunding Mountain.
"Jiang Yue, thirty sword points?"
"She's not the head of the sword, so why give such a large initial value? Isn't it fair?"
"I heard that the decision was made jointly by the Seven Sword Masters."
"The higher the sword point, the greater the hatred. Defeating one of her is equivalent to defeating thirty late-stage Longquan!"
"The question is, who dares? Qinghun only has one stupid Qing, in the sword pavilion!"
"Too."
"Forget it, we won't compete with a perverted genius like Jiang Yue."
Among the crowd, Jiang Yue is like an emperor among geniuses!
Thirty stars surrounded her body, shining brightly, and all the eyes of the whole Wending Mountain fell on her with envy.
"I am an immortal, who can compete with me?"
Her eyes were frosty and she smiled confidently, feeling proud of this moment.
"The sword discussion begins! Everyone, get on the sword fighting stage!"
Ye Tiance announced loudly.
The voice was full of expectation.
Everyone has an initial sword fighting platform number.
Yun Xiao, Sword Fighting Platform No. 3!
After defeating the first initial opponent, you can go on stage to fight anyone else.
Sword grabbing point!
Until the half-hour time limit ends!
This rule can be said to be very fierce.
Everyone is excited.
Thumb thump!
More than 800 people boarded more than 400 sword fighting stages.
Cai Maomao's location is far away from Yunxiao.
After running for a long time, he finally found the spot and jumped on.
suddenly!
A cold gaze fell on him.
Cai Maomao is like falling into an ice cave.
"Are you a disciple of Jiange?" A woman's cold voice sounded.
She judged it by looking at Cai Maomao's sword robe.
Cai Maomao raised his head with difficulty.
In front of him was a girl with sword points surrounding her body and frost surging all over her body.
"Jiang Yue?!"
Cai Maomao trembled all over.
At this moment, Ye Tiance announced that the sword discussion had begun!
Cai Maomao was immediately frightened. He quickly raised his hands and retreated, shouting: "I surrender! I give up the war!"
Shouting this sentence means that Jiang Yue has obtained his sword point and can start killing randomly.
Cai Maomao also breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back.
Just then!
Jiang Yue's eyes turned cold.
"Jiange's dog must die!"
Ding!
A icy sword spirit from the Divine Sea Realm shot out and turned into a flying sword.
"You violated..."
Cai Maomao's face changed drastically and turned purple with anger.
He surrendered!
The other party cannot make a move!
But what if you are angry?
Jiang Yue's sword spirit was already pointed at his throat.
This is to kill him!
Cai Maomao was in shock and used all her strength to hide!
Poof!
The Ice Moon Sword Spirit passed over his shoulder.
Blood splatters!
Cai Maomao screamed and rolled down the sword fighting platform.
His right arm was almost broken, blood flowed wildly, the ice force froze upward, and the entire arm was almost useless!
Cai Maomao's eyes were filled with fire and he glared at Jiang Yue: "I gave up the fight, but you actually violated the rules and took action!"
"The rules say you can't kill people, but they don't say you can't kill dogs." Jiang Yue sneered, flew down from the sword fighting platform, and came towards him!
Cai Maomao looked around.
Several elders responsible for maintenance folded their arms and stared at the sky.
"you!"
Cai Maomao's face turned earthy immediately!
He is going to die!
"elder brother……"
He was desperate.
He wants to live until his brother comes home!
"elder brother!"
Cai Maomao's tears flowed freely.
now!
Sword fighting platform No. 3!
"Senior Brother Cai confronts Jiang Yue, he is going to be killed!" Lan Xing suddenly said in his arms.
At that moment, Yun Xiao's eyes turned red!
He was very calm when the leader's position was taken.
But after coming to Qinghun, Senior Brother Cai's enthusiasm and frankness made his cold heart feel warm.
Oh my friend!
How many friends can you have in life?
Yun Xiao's eyes burst out with murderous intent!
"Yun Xiao, this time, I, 'Wu Jianyang', will definitely trample you under my feet!"
The son of the Third Sword Master was standing opposite Yun Xiao.
After he returned, he used a lot of elixirs to heal his wounds. The Third Sword Master did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to let him repair the sword soul, improve the sword strength, and stand in front of Yun Xiao again to avenge his shame!
This is the moment he has been waiting for!
"You're dead, haha..."
Wu Jianyang was still smiling ferociously, when suddenly a green light flashed before his eyes.
Bang!
His head exploded and turned into a burst of blood mist.
Bang!
His body fell straight down, blood splattered in all directions.
Buzz!
"Jiang Yue——!"
Yun Xiao's eyes surged with thunder and anger!
He raised his sword, crossed a summit mountain, and charged away!