It was still the open space in the dense forest, and it was raining lightly at this time. The traces of blood on the ground were washed away.
"'The Creepy Sword, Ren Qianchou,' Lan Jian, Xie Jun,'Wu Jian, Yuntao, and a hundred thousand xuèshā Li Xié Huiling, three innate swordsmen who have the hope of entering the realm of Wuzong, plus these Li Xié, the future emperor, is back.
The losses suffered by Yunxia Mountain this time are really not small.”
In the dense forest, a figure in black stood with his head held high. Wearing a black cloak, his face can be vaguely seen. He is delicate and beautiful, indistinguishable between male and female, and he seems to be extremely young. He was raising his head and looking at the treetops.
"What a pity! The weather is not beautiful. The rain has diluted all the traces of xue. Apart from you and me, there are at least five or more people here who have been here before us. It is estimated that even if there are any traces and clues , and can’t be found.”
Beside him, there was another person, also dressed in black, but his face was not covered. The nose is extremely big, taking up almost half of the face, and the eyebrows are very narrow, making it look extremely vulgar. The viciousness that flashed through his eyes from time to time was even more chilling. At this moment, he was wandering around carelessly.
"Didn't you follow the master's order to find the guy who shot Mi Lao? Why do you want to find him here? Although he was entrusted by Zong Yang of Qiantian Mountain to send the prince back. It was just a few days ago. Didn’t you think that their offer was too low and you turned it down? This Crown Prince of Qian Tianshan has nothing to do with us now!"
"Of course it does matter!"
The handsome young man smiled coldly, walked to a pine tree, and said calmly: "Most of the innate Hui warriors who were related to the prince of Qiantian Mountain were near Yun Sheng City at that time. People in Yun Sheng City knew more or less about it. Lingyun Sect will not take action against Mr. Mi easily. After much thought, only this group of people is the most likely. I wonder if Master Qiu Ling returns to his younger brother, do you think so?"
While speaking, the handsome young man reached out and took out a broken branch. After looking at the broken branch, he immediately took a breath of cold air.
"The vitality is cut off. This man has such a sharp sword! As expected, it is worth a hundred thousand xuèshā"
"Li Xié Hui Ling's sword is naturally powerful. That mad Huizi who shāhui never blinked! Even I was a little scared. Such a beautiful wife was beheaded by him and turned into a cup of loess. What a pity! Give it to me to play with How fun is it to play? But the person who kills him is even more amazing. I wonder if it was really the Xuanwu Sect who suddenly appeared?"
Seeing that the handsome young man didn't answer in silence, Qiu Ling didn't care and started walking around: "But Brother Yun, what you said before is very reasonable. At that time, there were people near Yun Sheng City who were qualified to take Mi Lao's life. This group of people account for at least more than 70%! Maybe they are the four people who have been killed here!"
Suddenly he stopped and stared at Li Xié Ling's still-open-eyed head at his feet. Qiu Ling raised his eyebrows and suddenly sneered.
"Who can you show to someone who is showing such a sǐ expression of sǐ with a stern expression on his face? Without his life and without his sword, who else can you kill?"
Jingshi raised his foot and stepped hard, crushing Li Xié's head like a watermelon.
However, the next moment, Qiu Ling's expression suddenly changed: "Is it sword energy?"
Countless fierce energy suddenly exploded under his feet. Qiu Ling's figure quickly retreated to a distance of twenty feet.
However, there are still countless scars on the feet, and there are countless wounds on the feet. He couldn't help but curse: "This Li Xié has returned to his spirit, why is he still harming others when he is about to die? Fortunately, I reacted quickly. Hey, something is wrong."
Thinking carefully about the situation just now, Qiu Ling suddenly took a breath of cold air: "It was at the neck. It wasn't Li Xié who had returned to spirit, but the person who shot him. His sword energy and sword intention were condensed but not emitted, and he was lurking for half the time. He said, "You have more than enough. This person is really amazing! He is indeed the Xuanwu Sect!"
The body of the young man surnamed Yun also moved at this time. Even Li Xié came back to the still well-preserved body and looked at the fracture. After a moment, he shook his head slightly: "No! It's not yet at the level of Sword Intent. It feels like it should only be in the innate realm, but how is this possible? Who among the innate warriors in this world can surpass a hundred thousand xuèshā? This Li Xié is proficient in Huiling. The skill of galloping on land is unparalleled. Otherwise, he wouldn't have escaped repeatedly during dozens of chases. Who can make him unable to even escape?"
The more he spoke, the more doubtful he became, and his eyes were full of confusion. Qiu Ling, who was cleaning the wound, was also stunned.
If the person who revived Li Xié was a Xuanwu Sect, it would not be surprising. He would only secretly sigh that the fate of these 100,000 xuèshā was bad. But if the person who took action was just an innate martial artist. So the nature of the matter this time is completely different.
If this matter spreads in the cloud world. It's not just Yunlu in the east, it's going to shake the whole world. Even if Yang Yunlu was not there, he would still be alarmed.
The name of one hundred thousand xuèshā Li Xié's souls shocked not only Donglin Yunlu. To be able to kill this person in the innate realm, wouldn't this person's talent be much stronger than a hundred thousand xuèshā
The young man surnamed Yun also frowned slightly. After a while, he suddenly smiled and slapped out a palm, causing Li Xié's revived body to instantly turn into ashes.
"Brother Shi Hui, thanks to you, I really found something interesting this time. It may not be related to Mr. Mi, but I am extremely curious now and I must see what happens."
Returning to the Yunling Shrine again and again, Long Ruo was riding the giant mosquito, flying towards a palace in the distance.
This palace in the clouds is located deep in the sea of clouds. The area is vast, with endless clouds and mist everywhere.
The beauty of the scenery is truly unparalleled in the world. But if you are used to seeing it, it is just ordinary.
When Long Ruo arrived a thousand feet in front of the stone palace, he flew down from the spirit beast he was escorting and walked inside.
Although the area is large, there are few people here. When Long Ruo walked inside the door, there were only five people sitting in the room where the husband was directly in the stone hall.
Four of them were all dressed in green robes, with haggard faces and closed eyes, sitting on the left and right sides. There is only one person at the top, with a face like jade, eyes like paint, and handsome appearance. He is about seventeen or eighteen years old. He is looking over with a smile at the moment, "But you wonder why I called you here? Take a look at this!"
While speaking, the young man in the hall waved his hand, and a blue light flew over. Long Ruo raised his brows, showing an extremely dignified look, his big sleeves bulged, and a force of intimidation came out. Carefully take the blue light in your hand. But it was a small sword more than two feet long, with a sharp and cold edge.
"It's the Broken Blade Sword!"
Long Ruo's brows raised, and then he was overjoyed and saluted above and to the left and right: "Thank you Master and all the mortal uncles for your love. With this sword, Long Ruo's sword control skills will definitely be stronger."
Then he felt curious and asked: "I don't know where I got this broken-edged sword? Isn't it said that the sect has been searching for it for two hundred years, but there is no whereabouts. Is it possible that this sword has been destroyed by that person?"
"It was your ancestor Kuang Shi who returned to his younger brother. The one who discovered this sword was the Sect Master of Qiantian Mountain. It is really surprising that it was found in an ordinary Heilang Sword! In order to use this sword, Ren Kuang spent two times. This is a human extreme pill, a fifth-level soul beast. If Long Ruo is your queen, you have to make up for it."
When the young man above said this, he frowned slightly: "Ren Kuang also said that this sect guard has two meridians and no cultivation, and he has no inner breath yet. But you can find this sword for this person, It's obviously some good luck. Long Ruo, if you have seen him with your own eyes, do you really think that he has no hope of practicing? "
"Nothing! Silk breath?"
Long Ruo was slightly stunned. He remembered that when they last met, the Crown Prince of Qiantian Mountain had clearly reached the realm of a martial artist, and his foundation was not weak. Why did the ancestor Kuangshi say that the child had no breath at all
He didn't care about it right away, or maybe he gave up hope completely and lost his true energy. With a double-veined body, cultivating martial arts will bring you back to normal every moment, so it’s not surprising to give up.
After suppressing this doubt, Long Ruo shook his head without much hesitation: "I remember telling my master in my previous life that there are hidden dangers in this child. His soul is broken, and he has obstacles between heaven and man. I predict that he will live in this life , at most it can only reach the realm of the secret martial artist! As for the spiritual body, once it reaches the out-of-body realm, there is no doubt that it will be destroyed. If you are wrong, just dig out my eyes."
The young man in the hall immediately chuckled, and after a while, it turned into a sigh of regret: "What a pity! This boy has a good temperament, and is extremely talented in martial arts and talismans. Why is he unable to practice? The heart of heaven is impermanent. It's true. Unpredictable!”
Long Ruo was silent, and he didn't know why, just when he said those words. In my mind, I suddenly felt an inexplicable uneasiness, as if I had done something irreparable, and my heart was trembling.
The young man did not notice Long Ruo's strange color. After sighing, his expression became serious: "One year later, it will be the day when the Dragon Gate opens. All the disciples will gather at Julong Mountain when they return. To the east are many powerful people in Yunlu. , will also participate. However, among these thousands of people, only twenty will have the opportunity to watch the Martial Saint take a photo.
The only ones our sect can take advantage of now are you and Ancestor Kuang. Long Ruo, you need to be well prepared for these days! If you lose the face of our sect, I will never forgive you lightly! "
The sound was like morning bells and evening drums, which made Long Ruo suddenly come back to his senses and immediately put an end to all distracting thoughts. He looked upward and saluted with a straight face: "Long Ruo understands and will never disappoint the master and all the uncles!"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in my heart. The Dragon Sect Martial Saint took a picture, which only appeared once every hundred years. It is a stone wall left by the hands of a powerful martial saint who was famous in all the worlds thousands of years ago. It is said that those who have the chance to comprehend it are all those who have made great progress in martial arts.
Although he is a spiritual master, he prefers sword cultivation. The photo of the martial saint is equally important to him.
He is even vaguely looking forward to the day when he will compete with the many heroes in Yunlu in the east!