Juntian map

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Starfly Peak collapsed.

The practitioners who gathered from all over the world to cook wine and watch swords were either buried in fragments of rocks, escaped from disaster by chance, or were trapped in Tianchi and penetrated their bodies by countless ancient swords, no matter what fate they encountered.

What is the ending? In short, no one cares about the life or death of these people.

Even the disciples in Jiange Sect.

The world of practice is a cold and invisible world.

In the long and endless river of time, any emotional relationship will be diluted by millions of years and will never remain.

Because this sky is a ruthless sky.

A shattered world may not necessarily damage a true saint, let alone a mere mountain fall.

Behind the thin and hunched figure of Wuxiang Daozong protects Luo Changfeng and his senior brother Huangfu Yi.

Three figures stood on the eaves of the Golden Palace where the mountain collapsed and buried in the ruins, and gradually became clear as the wind blew away the drifting dust.

The old man Zhaixing stood opposite the Wuxiang Dao Sect without moving.

The saint in the sword with white beard, white hair, clear wind and bones had no expression.

There is no expression on the face, this is the closest expression to relief. There is no resentment, no hatred, no anger, no fear, no joy, no sorrow, no sorrow or worry, as if everything in this world has nothing to do with oneself.

Luo Changfeng, who was supported by Huangfu Yi, held his breath and looked at the Kunlun leader who was facing the sword with his teacher without blinking.

He is waiting.

He is waiting for a victory or defeat.

After the collapse, there was silence around the ruins of Xingyue Peak.

There are no birds, beasts, no noise, no millions of swords, and even the pain of disasters are buried or blown away by the wind.

The Kunlun divine vein that stretched for a few days seemed to be left with only these four figures.

Time passes in silence.

The old man Zhaixing, who looked expressionless, was finally moved.

The Star Picker was slightly moved.

Then the corner of the mouth of the sword saint, surrounded by a brilliant sword energy, was bleeding.

This scene was imprinted in Luo Changfeng's mind, and an indescribable shock arose in the latter's heart.

He didn't know how the teacher, whose cultivation had been gone, crossed the distance of half the world, appeared here in a flash.

He even more unable to understand the teacher's shocking method after holding the butcher knife in his hand.

Luo Changfeng looked at the teacher's back and carried the figure that had been carrying thousands of years but still looked extremely majestic. He wanted to say something, but in the end he said something, but he swallowed it.

Because the teacher spoke.

"The old Taoist wants to bring two disciples back to the mountain." Wuxiang Daozong said, squinted his eyes and looked at the bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

This is not a complete sentence. But in the mouth of Wuxiang Dao Sect, there is a sentence without the following.

Because he is not asking for advice, nor is he an active explanation, the Wuxiang Dao Sect is just stating an objective purpose.

He wants to take his disciple back to the mountain.

Whether you agree or not, he just wants to take his disciple back to the mountain.

It doesn’t matter who you are, and it doesn’t matter how you are.

This is the style of Wuxiang Dao Sect, and this is his arrogance that has been in trouble for thousands of years.

After entering Tianchi, Zhaixingke, who was already injured by the Wupi sword intent of Huanhua Snowing Sword, and then faced the sword with Wuxiang Dao Sect and was at a disadvantage, knew very well that this Taoist brother had flattered for thousands of years.

If you insist on keeping Tiantu in Kunlun, you may be that this kendo holy land that has been passed down for thousands of years will repeat the mistakes of Tiandong Eight Hundred Sect a year ago.

As the head of Jiange, he was worried that the inheritance of Jiange could not be cut off.

Even if he had enough confidence and strength to defeat the butcher knife that ranked before the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss on the Divine Weapon List, he would not want to exchange such a tragic price for a meaningless victory.

Zhaixingke was silent for a long time and didn't speak.

He raised his eyes and looked at the highest peak among the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun.

He knew that his junior stargazer was still in the Star Gazing Pavilion, and perhaps he was watching his embarrassment and jokes coldly in the pavilion.

Thinking of the scene of the next life he saw before telling the story of Mu Yun Jiancheng before cooking Qingmei wine, the star picker suddenly smiled bitterly inexplicably.

Smile bitterly and shook his head.

He had a deep grudge with the Stargazer, a junior brother. He knew that sooner or later, the Kunlun Summit 72, which was left by his master, would encounter an unprecedented split disaster.

But no matter what, he never expected that his junior brother would plot against him for the resentment in his heart.

Using this young man in the academy who was pregnant with the sky map, he awakened the Huahua Picture buried in the Tianchi Lake, and he calculated that he would not watch the sword washing catalog fall into the hands of others.

The price of his intervention was to be injured by the unparalleled sword intent of Huanhua Shui Jiantu.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect, who protects the short-lived Wuxiang Dao Sect, will not ignore its precious disciples. Even the Six-Character Sect's strength is undoubtedly a rare enemy even if it is a moment of rejuvenation.

What should I do with the Sword Saint's cultivation level?

Even if the Wuxiang Dao Sect, which has won the return of light, should face the attitude of facing his junior brother who is not inferior to his cultivation?

The old man Zhaixing smiled bitterly.

This grudge that has been entangled for thousands of years finally met the scene of the next life I saw that night. In the end, I could not escape the cycle of destiny, and in the end I lost!

Old Man Zhaixing looked at the Zhaixing Pavilion on the top of Kunlun.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar figure standing on the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion with hands behind his back, sighing in his heart.

I sighed that the star-watching guests were trapped in the sea of ​​hatred and could not extricate themselves.

After breathing a sigh of relief, the old man Zhaixing finally stretched out his hand again after a long period of silence.

This time I reached out and didn't take the sword.

He only looked at Wuxiang Daozong and said one word: "Please."

There are many meanings to ask for it, but here it is not a sign of asking for a fight, and of course it is not a sign of asking for it first.

Old Man Zhaixing is sending out guests, sending uninvited guests from afar.

...

This word fell into his ears, and Luo Changfeng and his senior brother looked at each other in disbelief.

Thinking that it was over? Old Zhaixing, who was in charge of the Seventy-Two Sword Peaks of Kunlun, became timid and fearful after he fought against the teacher with his sword?

Of course, Luo Changfeng would not think that the old sword saint, Zhaixing, would be timid.

Looking at the world today, there is no existence that can shock the sword saint, even the Emperor Yutian who has risen strongly in the past five hundred years, or the Bodhi Patriarch who is hard to see and die in the world and the old man Tianji who is looking at the secrets of heaven.

There is only one reason why Zhaixingke's move can be explained.

That is himself.

Luo Changfeng is not a saint, nor is he the head of Jiange, so he cannot put himself in his shoes.

When he was frightened, he was able to escape from the grudges that had been entangled for thousands of years. Luo Changfeng felt relieved. He and his senior brother stepped forward half a step forward, supporting the teacher's arms respectively.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect's eyes were taken back from the old man Zhaixing.

He lowered his eyes.

I don't know if I can see things.

The mountain wind blew the white beard and white hair, and his skinny body began to tremble slightly.

His voice was filled with indescribable fatigue, and it was more like a sigh that had been accumulated for thousands of years.

"Let's go, the teacher takes you back to the academy..."

...

The hoarse voice of Wuxiangdao Sect still echoed among the seventy-two peaks of Jiange.

The three figures of the old and the young were gone in front of the old man Zhaixing.

There was only a light in front of the old man Zhaixing and a sword light.

The sword light flew through the sky from the Zhaixing Pavilion on the top of Kunlun in the distance. Wherever the sword light passed, the space was left with a long tunnel of scorched earth.

The old star-gazing old man connected the head and tail to form a flash of light that was so fast that it was indescribable, and whistled.

The rapid light suddenly magnified in the eyes of the old man Zhaixing!

The light is dazzling!

That light instantly destroyed the billions of galaxies in the eyes of the old man Zhaixing!

Old Man Zhaixing immediately closed his eyes!

The astonishing sword lights turned into by the four divine swords passed through the eyebrows of the old man Zhaixing one after another!

This world suddenly became silent like death!

...

Above the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, I saw the sword light piercing through the countless Kunlun disciples who made heart-wrenching shouts.

The sound shook the world, as if it was the anger of countless swords.

But at this moment, the anger of countless swords was not as good as a long and fierce roar that echoed between heaven and earth.

The star-gazer standing in a tattered Taoist robe on the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion was roaring to the sky.

The old Taoist Yi Xingchuan, who had personally ended the thousand-year grudge, roared like crazy.

When he saw the magic sword piercing through the old man Zhaixing's eyebrows, he felt indescribable joy in his heart.

"I've taken revenge."

"I finally avenge you."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A beautiful figure appeared in the mind of the stargazer.

He remembered the woman named Qingluan who had made him bully his master and turn his back on his master's sect and recklessly.

He whistled wildly.

The sky is full of wind and clouds.

Thunder and lightning are interspersed.

Then the heavy rain fell like a thunderous rush.

The entire Kunlun divine vein was trembling.

Countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion were shocked by the long roar and their blood was surging.

...

A rather embarrassed figure jumped out from the Xingyue Peak, which had become ruins.

That was a Buddhist.

A disciple of the Buddhist sect from the broken world in the West stood on the ruins with one thought.

He looked at the figure standing on the top of Kunlun, blinded by hatred and became possessed by the devil.

A thought made the Buddha seal with one hand.

Then he pronounced the Buddha's name.

The sound was not loud, let alone thick.

The sound fell into the ears of the star-watcher who was obsessed with love at the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion.

The crazy old Taoist Yi Xingchuan looked down with his eyes narrowed.

The golden lotus in the ascetic monk Yimian suddenly emitted a strange light of alternating colors of yin and yang, and the golden lotus rose up in the wind and rain.

The golden lotus is suspended in the void, and the yin and yang lights are extremely hot, as if it supports a new world that cannot be penetrated by rain.

In that holy world, under countless gazes of the seventy-two peaks of Kunlun, the strange lights of the yin and yang emitted by the golden lotus slowly condensed into a holy and beautiful figure.

A beautiful figure that is extremely familiar to the brothers of Jiange.

That is the beautiful figure of Qingluan.

The beautiful figure of the Qingluan smiling.

...

The star-gazer at the top of the Star Picking Pavilion on Kunlun peak saw the long-lost and graceful figure.

So he was stunned.

The star-Zaixingke, who was penetrated by four magic swords and was dying, also saw the beautiful figure.

He saw the beautiful figure with the last breath in his life.

So the old man Zhaixing, who had been in charge of Jiange for thousands of years, fell into the ruins of Xingyue Peak...