Su Baiyi walked along the road leading to the outside of the Heavenly Prison, and finally opened the iron window at the top with his palm, jumped, and finally escaped from the Heavenly Prison. He felt a little dizzy after not seeing the sun for a long time, and opened his eyes after a while, only to find that he was surrounded by people.
It turns out that the exit of the Heavenly Prison is this mountain villa on the top of Yingzhou.
Lv Fanxian, Lv Haoxian and the rest of the masters all looked at Su Baiyi. This was the first time they had seen someone escape from the Heavenly Prison in all these years. Su Baiyi was also stunned. He had not expected that he would encounter so many opponents just after he escaped. He first saw Lv Haoxian and immediately stretched out his hand and asked, "Where is my sword?"
Lu Haoxian frowned and asked, "How did you get out?"
"Stop talking so much nonsense, where is my sword!" Su Baiyi shouted angrily, and several Yingzhou people who tried to approach him were shocked away by him.
Lu Haoxian shook his head and said, "Why do you ask me for a sword every time you see me?"
In a remote palace below, someone suddenly pushed the door and walked out. He was dressed in white, with an extraordinary bearing, and in his hand was a crystal clear sword, which was the Jun Nian Sword made of black ice. He sighed lightly and said, "Perhaps it was wrong from the beginning." He waved his hand, and the Jun Nian Sword flew towards the top of the mountain.
Su Baiyi suddenly felt the breath of Jun Nianjian. He turned his head suddenly and saw Jun Nianjian falling from the sky and rushing towards him. He immediately reached out and grabbed Jun Nianjian. He turned around and looked at Lu Haoxian again: "Where is Lu Xuanshui! Where did he hide my sister!"
Lu Fanxian raised his hand gently: "Kill him!"
At the command, everyone rushed forward. Su Baiyi waved his sword and several people flew up. Soon someone among them recognized this extremely cold sword technique: "This is Su Han's sword technique back then!"
"What a Yingzhou immortal, he's so vulnerable!" Su Baiyi sneered.
Outside the villa, Xie Yuling finally reached the top.
He looked at the villa with its closed gate, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh.
"What a pity." In the camp, Xuanyuan Luo took a sip of wine, and then poured the wine in the wine pot on the ground. "Xie San is indeed very brave, braver than all of us, but this is the limit. The courage of a common man will eventually turn into dust."
Dongfang Yun sneered and said, "Xie San is our ally, but Sect Leader Xuanyuan wants him dead in his heart!"
"Hahahahahahaha, Xie San! Did you hear that? You are just a cowardly man!" Suddenly, a voice as loud as thunder sounded. More than half of the disciples from various sects at the foot of the mountain covered their ears and knelt on the ground after hearing the loud laughter, while the remaining masters from various sects all frowned.
Even Xie San, who was standing on the top of the mountain, trembled all over.
"Who is it!" Xuanyuan Luo shouted angrily, "Playing tricks!"
"Playing tricks? No, I am the ghost. An evil ghost that crawled out from the ground!" An extremely huge long sword fell from the sky in the middle of the camp. A powerful sword energy razed the nearby camp to the ground in an instant. Then a burly man landed on the hilt of the sword, holding his hands in front of his chest, looking down at the people below with arrogance.
“Mr. Feng Zuo!” Everyone from Tian Xiao Yunjing, the Academy, and the Demon City were overjoyed, “You’re still alive!”
Feng Yuhan was so excited that he felt dizzy and scolded with a smile: "You stinky boy! You stinky boy!"
"It's you? You're still alive!" Xuanyuan fell and took three steps back.
"It's me. I'm still alive!" Feng Zuojun's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes full of contempt, "I won't die, because I still have to go up the mountain."
Standing on the top of the mountain, Third Master Xie turned his head and looked down the mountain. Feng Zuojun spoke the second half of his words loudly, deliberately so that Feng Zuojun, who was already standing on the top of the mountain, could hear them.
Feng Zuojun raised his head and looked at the mountain.
The two were very far apart, but they both knew that they were looking at each other.
Xie Yuling suddenly burst into tears. He lowered his head, wiped his tears with his hands, and his shoulders twitched slightly.
"I never thought I'd see you cry again in this life. It's worth dying this time." Feng Zuojun jumped down from the hilt of the knife, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt, and pulled out the big knife, "You, get out of the way!"
No one dared to speak, even Xuanyuan Luoxia gritted his teeth and made way. Many of them had seen Feng Zuojun's swordsmanship, and even if they hadn't, they had heard of the battle on Shililang and the "bad reputation" of the young master of the Feng family. Compared with those people on Yingshan Mountain, this person was a decent disciple, but his behavior was even more rude and unreasonable!
"Mr. Zuo, be careful!" Feng Yuhan said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, father. This battle of mine will be earth-shattering!" Feng Zuojun swung the giant sword, spun it three times on the spot, and threw it directly to the top of the mountain. Then he took three quick steps forward, and then jumped up, grasped the hilt, and flew straight to the top of the mountain with the giant sword.
Wherever the sword passes, not a blade of grass is left!
Everyone in the field was stunned, with only four words in their minds - is this possible
On a high mountain not far away, Daojun smiled and said, "This kid is still so reckless."
Mo Chen clapped his hands and jumped up: "Great, great, Brother Feng is really not dead. I knew he wouldn't die."
"Yes, you will feel that some people will not die so easily. If they really die, it will only be in an extraordinary place." Daojun paused slightly, "Such as this Yingshan Mountain."
Mo Chen shook his head, his eyes determined: "No, this time, no one will die!"
Daojun was stunned for a moment, looking at the sudden change in Mo Chen, he was delighted and said with a smile: "It seems that among the few people, you like this Brother Feng the most."
"Yes, because he reminds me of the past." Mo Chen took a step forward.
In just a few breaths, Feng Zuojun landed beside Xie Yuling. He held the sword on his shoulder and pressed Xie Yuling's head with one hand: "Don't cry, it's so embarrassing."
Xie Yuling raised his head and glanced at him: "How did you survive?"
"I still remember our agreement. I will not die before it is fulfilled." Feng Zuojun looked at the closed door in front of him. "Those people at the foot of the mountain said that you went up the mountain alone, which was a brave act. Today, I will tell them."
"This is it."
"Gentlemanly spirit!"
The sound echoed throughout the mountains, and everyone at the foot of the mountain was moved.
"Do you really think the gate of Ying Mountain is so easy to break? What's the difference between one person and two people?" Xuanyuan Luoxia said viciously.
"Master Xuanyuan." An elder from the Wanfa Sect could no longer bear to watch and stood up and said, "The gate of Yingshan may really be unbreakable today, but from now on, the martial arts world will only remember these two young men, not us. As they said, this is the spirit of a gentleman, worthy of respect from everyone in the martial arts world!"
"Since the door won't open, let us break it open ourselves." Feng Zuojun raised his sword and pointed at the tightly closed door.
"It seems to be like this every time." Xie Yuling pulled out the wooden sword from his waist.
"I think at this moment, we are all thinking about one thing." Feng Zuojun glanced at Xie Yuling.
The two people said at the same time: "It would be nice if he were here too."
As soon as he finished speaking, a fierce and domineering sword energy suddenly surged in the villa, and the door was instantly shattered by the sword energy and fell to the ground. The villa was ablaze, and there was a man standing at the door. His white robe was torn to pieces, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with dust. He looked very embarrassed, but he was grinning arrogantly. He put the sword on his shoulder, looked at the two people outside the villa, and said with a smile: "The man you are talking about-"
"But me?"
"Su Baiyi!"