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Zhou Tong drew out the iron sword, holding it in his hand.

A black wind suddenly spread the clouds and sky, thick dark clouds rolled in, covering the sky.

The sky suddenly became gloomy.

A silver-blue lightning appeared in the dark sky, and then a thunderous roar like a thunderbolt reached the wasteland and the mountains.

The first lightning had not dimmed yet, and the second lightning struck the dangerous peak in the south with the angriness of punishment. Black smoke rose from the peak struck by the lightning, and the forest began to be startled.

There was a burning fire, and rocks of all sizes rolled down and fell into the valley.

At this time, Zhou Tong's sword was no longer in his hand.

He is fighting the sword!

The iron sword was hanging in front of him, and his hands were changing to form seals, forming complex and strange sword seals.

He pointed to the void in front of him, and the iron sword flew away with the sword.

The iron sword was surrounded by pure sword intent, mixed with wind and thunder, and it entered the space in an instant.

Sword-moving wind and thunder!

The senior brother Huangfu Yi, not far away, could not see Zhou Tong's figure, and naturally could not see the iron sword that was out of space.

But he can listen.

He heard the sound of rolling wind and thunder, the sound of the low sword sound, and even the trajectory of the iron sword breaking through the space.

Knowing that there were three disciples of Jiange around him, the senior brother who took the formation back several steps out of caution.

The wind stirred his young white hair, revealing his mature, firm but slightly solemn face.

The senior brother stretched out his hand.

He was already holding a knife in his hand.

The knife of the academy.

The guardian knife is also a self-sacrifice knife!

...

Luo Changfeng was also looking for the whereabouts of the four ancient divine swords.

But after entering this Tianchi Lake where the so-called burial of swords buried for thousands of years, he did not even find the shadow of a sword, let alone the extremely spiritual four magical swords of Chixiao Tianlan Zhanlu Moye.

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However, he was not discouraged, and he did not doubt the authenticity of the legend of the Star Flowing Peak Sword Tower and the four ancient divine swords hidden here.

It’s not that he believes in the old Taoist Yi Xingchuan.

But he vaguely felt that there seemed to be some kind of guidance in the dark to lead the way for him. He followed his heart, to be precise, obeyed the guidance in his soul, and searched for water and came along the mountain.

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He didn't remember how many cliffs he had passed, nor did he remember how many streams he encountered along the way. He only knew that every time he passed a higher cliff, he would be in another place ahead.

I saw a few slightly lonely Huanhuan next to the cliff.

There are more and more flowers next to the cliff waterfall.

He felt that the sword intent mixed with the wind around him became more and more pure.

Until he saw a heart-wrenching area, lying quietly on the top of the cliff.

He also saw a figure standing under a tree next to Huanhua Pond, a figure in white clothes and white hair.

When he saw the figure, the figure was also looking at him.

Luo Changfeng and Di Wulei gathered in their eyes.

Then he frowned.

Luo Changfeng naturally didn't know why Di Wulei was here, because he didn't know why he was here at all. Thinking about this question, Di Wulei, who was standing next to the Huanhua Pond, was shading under the tree or watching flowers.

Know the answer.

"I kept thinking about who the second person who appeared here would be. As I thought about it, you appeared." Through the Huanhua Pond, Di Wulei looked at Luo Changfeng from afar.

"It seems that my appearance is abrupt, suddenly beyond your expectations." Luo Changfeng looked at the young master of the Emperor League who was as famous as his senior brother but was tied to Xueer for no reason. He was neither cold nor hot.

Said .

"It's not unexpected." Di Wulei suddenly laughed.

"So, do you know I'll come?" Luo Changfeng raised his eyebrows.

"I do know you will come! But you still don't know why you are here." Di Wulei narrowed his eyes.

"So, you didn't intend to tell me what you mean." Luo Changfeng said.

"I guessed right." Di Wulei said sarcastically.

Faced with Di Wulei's ridicule, Luo Changfeng rarely fell into silence and stopped talking.

He looked at the silent Huahua Pond in front of him.

He felt a strong sword intent that made people lingering fears pierced into his eyes, into his mind, and into his spiritual sense.

Luo Changfeng's eyes began to cry, which was a very sore tears.

His spiritual consciousness also began to achievable faintly, but strangely, this heartbeat-like pain quickly dissipated in his spiritual consciousness.

Luo Changfeng was suspicious: "How can this Huanhua Pond resonate with my Tiantu Yuanshen?"

...

The thirteen selected people in Qingmeijiu this time entered the Tianchi Sword quota, and everyone had their own ulterior motives.

If it weren't for the huge golden hall at the top of Xingyue Peak that allowed all the great people to see the situation inside the Tianchi Sword Tower, so far, many people simply thought that entering Tianchi was to get a sword.

For Luo Changfeng and the other four young masters of Jiange, for the young masters who came from the Emperor Alliance, entering Tianchi was of course to get the sword, to take different swords, and to take what they needed

sword.

But if there are really no exceptions or two, it will be useless to let Brother Xiao Wang down on his reputation as the doctrine of the mean.

After Wang Xiaoer entered Tianchi, he kept his eyes closed and resting.

He lay on a huge rock at the foot of the mountain, closed his eyes and listened to the mountain wind.

At some point, a series of dark clouds came quietly in the sky. The dark clouds blew up ruthlessly with the black wind. The sound of thunder suddenly woke up by the sound of thunder. Brother Xiao Wang opened his eyes and looked at the dark clouds that were covered with rain.

In the gloomy sky, a hint of curiosity appeared on the ordinary face.

"Fength and Thunder Sword Control Technique..."

Senior Brother Xiao Wang was very curious who was using wind and thunder to control the sword.

He stood up from the huge rock and wanted to judge the location of the disciples of Jiange who were carrying the sword with wind and thunder in the direction of the dark clouds rolling.

He looked up at the sky, but unexpectedly found a majestic figure standing at the top of the mountain.

Among the thirteen candidates who entered Tianchi, Muyun Jiancheng, who practiced the King's Dao Sword, was undoubtedly the tallest.

Although it was a mountain away, Senior Brother Xiao Wang still recognized Mu Yun Jiancheng at a glance.

He wanted to speak and call his senior brother, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

Because in the dark sky, raindrops fell from the rolling clouds.

...

Luo Changfeng and Di Wulei stood on the other side of Huanhua Pond and looked at each other coldly.

A drop of rain fell in the sky in the Huanhua Pond.

The water surface of the pool was slightly rippled.

A flower sways gently.

Then, where the raindrops fell, the center of the ripples, another brand new flower bloomed in an instant.

A second raindrop dripped from the sky.

Rain drops fall on the flowering pond.

A second pure Huanhua bloomed in the pond.

So ten, hundreds, and more than a thousand raindrops fell into the Huahua Pond in an instant, and the originally silent Huahua Pond was filled with thousands of new Huahua Pond in an instant.

The rain suddenly poured down.

Heavy rain is like a waterfall!

The crowded Huanhua began to overflow from the pond and climbed up the rocks. Thunder filled the feet of Luo Changfeng and Di Wulei, and attacked the mountains and fields at a terrifying speed!

The two of them looked around again and saw that the mountain flowers were already blooming!

Countless flowers bloomed all over the mountains and fields when the heavy rain poured...