"Don't ask me, little friend, why do you come to our sect and don't know what will happen next?"
Lan Huayun's words surprised everyone present. Why did these words sound like something only people of the same generation could say, and the tone seemed like they knew each other? But if they had just met, why didn't they talk?
The old man in white robe frowned: "Huayun, do you know each other?"
Lan Huayun slightly leaned forward: "Uncle Master, I had some interactions with Little Friend Mo Wen's guards, but at that time, Little Friend Mo Wen was in retreat, and I didn't see him in person. It was only when he heard his name that he became a little awakened.
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"Guard?" The old man in white robe frowned deeper.
Lan Huayun was so busy: "Yes! My little friend's guard is extremely skillful. An Tianya of the Canglan Sword Sect was taken away from the sword without making a single move in front of him. I admire him very much."
Lan Huayun emphatically described the strength of the "guard", intending to remind the old man in white robe that this young man had a background, so don't make the relationship too tense. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run.
Sure enough, after listening to Lan Huayun's words, the white-robed old man narrowed his eyes and quietly sent out a wave of spiritual consciousness.
"What's going on? Who is his guard?"
Lan Huayun responded with his spiritual consciousness, briefly recounting the conflict with An Tianya, the ancestor of the Canglan Sword Sect, on Crescent Moon Island five years ago, and put forward his guess about Mo Wen's identity.
"He really has a Jian Yuan-level guard?" The old man in white robe still didn't quite believe it.
Lan Huayun affirmed: "It's absolutely true. Although I didn't see her in person at that time, her spiritual consciousness fluctuations are definitely at the sword yuan level!"
The face of the old man in white robe immediately became ugly, and he became a little unsure.
At this moment, outside the main hall, a high-pitched dragon roar shot straight into the sky, and a violent demonic aura belonging to a third-level lower-level demonic beast suddenly came.
"Third-level monster!"
The faces of the three sword ancestors and Song Ru, the leader of Shuiyun Sword Sect, changed at the same time. Without any hesitation, they turned into sword light and shot out of the main hall. A third-level monster appeared in the sect. This was extremely serious.
accident!
In a corner of the square in front of the main hall, disciples of the Shuiyun Sword Sect gathered, but there was a blank space around them, and no one dared to step forward. Because in the center of the blank space, there was a silver head with two wings on its back.
The giant scaly beast was exploding with all its momentum, glaring at the surrounding disciples of the Shuiyun Sword Sect with a selective and devouring gaze. Next to the strange beast, stood five young women.
"Ah! Senior Brother Fang Ao is dead! This beast killed Senior Brother Fang Ao!" A cry of surprise broke out from the crowd.
The Shuiyun Sword Sect disciples who were watching around them immediately went into a panic and surrounded the beast and the five women with excitement.
"Kill this beast to avenge Senior Brother Fang!"
"Ouch!"
Dahui roared angrily, and a Gengjin demonic wind rolled out. Within a hundred feet, all the disciples of Shuiyun Sword Sect turned into rolling gourds. In front of the third-level demonic beasts, these disciples only had the skills of Sword Vein and Jian Gang.
Shuiyun Sword Sect disciples are complete scum!
"How dare you do evil things!"
With a loud shout, a huge sword pressure suddenly came down, and then a sword light seemed to fly from the sky, slamming towards Da Hui's head.
The big gray lantern's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth and roared again. The roar of the dragon penetrated into the sky, and a wave of Gengjin thunder quickly converged on the horn above his head, and then a silver-white thunder and lightning emerged.
It’s Gengjin Divine Thunder!
boom!
The thunder and lightning collided with the sword light, and were annihilated in the sky at the same time. The collision of the two sword energy levels set off a terrible storm, and a large number of Shuiyun Sword Sect disciples were knocked to the ground in the square below.
However, these disciples were extremely excited and looked up to the sky one by one.
"It's the ancestor! The ancestor has taken action! This beast is dead!"
"Huh? It's three ancestors! The three ancestors have arrived together!"
"Disciple pays homage to the ancestor (the Supreme Elder)!"
In the square, a disciple named Shuiyun Sword Sect knelt down and worshiped.
I saw three figures shrouded in sword light and falling slowly. The sword light behind them slowed down a step and landed on the square behind the three ancestors. It was none other than Song Ru, the headmaster of Shuiyun Sword Sect.
"Where did this evil beast come from! Dare to commit murder in our Shuiyun Sword Sect?" the old man in white robe shouted angrily, and the pressure of the sword in the late stage of Sword Yuan suddenly fell on Da Hui, Lan and other five women.
Big Gray fluttered its wings and shook its big head disdainfully. It was a natural alien species, and the noble bloodline in its body had already awakened. It completely ignored the sword pressure of the old man in white robes who was two levels higher than it. Blue is a third-level sword diagram.
The spirit's survival age is only higher than that of the white-robed old man, and this level of sword pressure has no effect on her. However, the four Lan Bei girls couldn't bear it, their faces turned pale, and they retreated backwards.
Lan snorted softly, touched her jade hand, and four rays of magnetic light fell on the four women, covering their bodies and immediately blocking the white-robed old man's sword.
"Um?"
The white-robed old man's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Lan with a hint of vigilance, because he couldn't see through Lan's attack method. It seemed to be Jian Yuan, but it was a little different.
"Who are you? Why are you so arrogant in our Shuiyun Sword Sect?" the old man in white robe asked angrily.
A disciple of the Shuiyun Sword Sect squeezed in from behind the crowd, panting and bowing: "Hui Ancestor, they came with the inner disciple Qing Mo Wen."
This person is the Zhike disciple who previously led Mo Wen.
The face of the old man in white robe changed, and the faces of Lan Huayun and the woman in green robe were also a little ugly. A third-level monster mount, five young female attendants, one of whom was suspected of being in the Sword Yuan realm! Could this kind of lineup be called Mo?
Is the origin of the boy you asked really unusual?
At this moment, a disciple in the distance cried loudly: "Ancestor! Report to the ancestor! Senior Brother Fang Ao is dead! They killed Senior Brother Fang Ao!"
The expression of the white-robed old man changed greatly, and his body swayed. The next moment, he had appeared in front of the disciple. He saw a disciple wearing Shuiyun Sword Sect clothes lying on his back on the ground, with his upper body from the waist up to his head.
, as if it had been cut by countless sharp blades, it could no longer distinguish the human form, and turned into a ball of minced meat!
The white-robed old man stared intently at the half-recognizable body, and then suddenly let out a scream of grief and grief. His peak cultivation level in the late stage of Jianyuan completely exploded, pushing all the surrounding disciples out. The hair on his hair
The belt broke, the silver hair danced wildly, and the face was replaced by ferociousness.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! I will kill you!"
The white-robed old man went berserk without warning, and a terrifying sword light that was a thousand feet long slashed out, completely covering Da Hui and the figures of the five women!
"Uncle Master, no!" Lan Huayun was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split.
But at this moment, the old man in white robe has lost his mind. He doesn't care about anything else. He just wants to kill these people in front of him and avenge his beloved grandson! His time is approaching, and his descendants are not living up to expectations. He did not appear until the sixth generation.
He intends to pass on his legacy to such an extremely talented descendant, and has devoted almost all his efforts. At the age of twenty, he already has the cultivation of the late Jian Gang realm, and is preparing to plant the seeds of his sword intent for him.
, help him understand the meaning of the sword, and when his time comes, let him steadily gather the sword essence and accept his mantle. But now it is all over, all hope is shattered, what does he, a dying person, have to worry about? dd