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The sky pours like a waterfall, and the rainstorm washes away the collapsed Starfly Peak ruins.

The Kunlun divine vein, which was originally filled with spiritual power in the strange flower peak, surrounded the sword energy. Under the dark and gloomy sky, it revealed the dilapidated and desolate slaughter. The Kunlun divine peak seemed to be no longer the same as before.

All of this is for the purpose of making a thousand years of grudges and grudges.

The descendants of the former ancestor of Zhaixing Pavilion obviously had no regrets at all. He was already crazy about his love and fell deeper and deeper.

He looked at the figure emerging from the golden lotus in the rain curtain in the void in a distant distance, and his wrinkled face was filled with unstoppable memories.

The monk who came by the Buddha's order looked at the old man Zhaixing who had been so powerful that he had been unwilling to fight with his disciples for thousands of years and was pierced by the Four Divine Swords. A generation of sword saints fell, and he sighed endlessly in his heart.

Before leaving the temple, I heard the Buddha say that the two disciples of Jiange who were the sword and the love were the ones. Until today, I was shocked by the two of them.

The monk recites the Buddha's name again and again.

The dazzling golden lotus as bright as the scorching sun became more and more intense, and the infinite light gradually swallowed the beautiful figure of the old man who touched his heart.

The smile above the golden lotus bloomed in sight was replaced by endless sacred light, and the stargazer who was deeply trapped in memories finally retracted his mind.

He was surrounded by unconcealed sword intent, his eyes looked down at the tiny monk who was as small as an ant in the ruins, and the star-watcher's anger shook the world.

"Where did the monk come from?"

The monk poked out his hand with a thought, and the rotating golden lotus blooming in the void turned into a white light and flew back to his palm. The golden lotus in his palm became smaller and smaller, until it finally turned into a spot of light that could be found.

The monk clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name: "The little monk came from the Western world with the Buddha's instructions to establish a Buddha's relationship and transcend the spiritual flowers on the other side."

"Transcendence? The hypocritical Buddha has never even passed away himself. Where did he dare to pass away others by his own words?"

"My Buddha has the Mahayana and Hinayana Dharma to save sentient beings..."

"Hahahaha... Talk about Buddha with the sword? Why don't you teach you that Buddha put down his butcher's knife before talking about it! Today I am here, even if the Buddha comes in person, I will still want to take Qingluan away under my seven-star sword."

The Qinghongluan, who was born with two spirits, has died.

The original form of the soul that remained in the Kunlun divine vein that had not dissipated for thousands of years was taken back by a thought with a golden lotus.

In the distance, the crazy star-gazing old man came from the top of the Zhaixing Pavilion.

He held the fifth Nanxian Seven Star in his hand, and in one step he crossed the void without any distance, and appeared in front of the monk Yiming.

The fifth Nanxian Seven Stars, the fifth divine weapon, pierced straight with the terrifying sword intent.

The body of the monk Yiming's body suddenly emitted waves of golden light from the arhat.

With his hands folded, he looked at the obsessed star-gazing old man and shook his head, and then the Buddha body, which was like a golden body, quietly disappeared on the spot, and there was no trace of it.

The old man who starred in the sky with a sword.

He was dancing with his hair while stepping on the sword. His pair of devilish eyes looked around the ruins, and he could not find any trace of the Golden Lotus Monk.

Suddenly, the old star-gazing man who noticed a strange movement looked up at the sky, and the space gate was slowly closing outside the sky.

"What a hypocritical Buddha, you dare to show off your tricks in front of me. Today, if you don't leave the other side of the flower spirit, you will kill you Lingshan Buddhist Temple and teach you that there is nowhere to preach the scriptures!"

Nowadays, the old Taoist, who is the leader of the world, is as crazy as a swordsman.

Nanxian Qixing pointed to the dark sky with cloudy rain and angrily shouted. He wanted to tear open the wall of the void and go west to Lingshan. When he was about to set off, the Xingyue Peak under his feet suddenly trembled and trembled violently.

Then the whole earth began to tremble.

A dull sword roar sounded in my ears.

Along with the sword roaring, an invisible sword energy came.

The sword energy rushed out of the ruins. When the sword energy passed through it, it was about to drip from the ground. The raindrop that was poured into the sword intent began to extend.

The raindrops extended into the shape of a sword. The sword broke through thousands of drops of water along the vertical rain line, and suddenly stabbed the old star-gazing man who was about to break through the sky.

The old star-gazing man who was the leader of the Sword Master of the Thousand Years of Sword Pavilion ignored the abnormal movements and trembled around the ruins of the Star Fallen Peak, and still decisively left.

He noticed a whistling sword energy, and his head flicked his sleeves without turning back, and a tornado-like blue sword aura suddenly rolled up around him.

The sword made of sword energy and water beads have not yet approached the star-gazing old man, but was shattered by the blue sword energy that was swept up.

The old star-gazing man rushed towards the closed void gate deep in the sky like a sword rainbow.

"Where is the evil Buddha going?"

The old star-gazing man slashed the sky with a angrily seven-star sword.

Under the sky with thunder and lightning flashing, a sword light burst into pieces and burst into pieces.

The originally gloomy sky was slashed out by the sudden and unparalleled sword light.

The endless light fell from the traces of the sky, leaving a curtain of light from east to west in the vast Kunlun divine vein.

The figure of the old man who starred in the starlight followed the sword light. After he was about to step into the mark of the sky, a voice echoed in the sky that suddenly came from the sky: "Uncle Master, stay!"

This sudden call spread.

In an instant, the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun divine veins began to tremble slightly.

In an instant, thousands of swordsmen on the peaks, or in the sword washing room, began to whistle and tremble.

The sky pouring in dark and heavy rainstorms above this vast Kunlun divine vein gradually subsided, and then the heavy rain stopped.

The sky became clear in an instant.

Endless blue.

A silver sword light rushed up like unrestrained lightning breaking free from the imprisonment under the ruins of Xingyue Peak, reaching directly above the nine heavens.

The silver sword light exploded in the sky of Jiutianyun.

A void cave appeared at the bursting of the sword light above the Nine Sky.

The cave sky was constantly torn open by the sword light, and the cave sky became bigger and bigger, and the blue sky and white clouds were driven backwards by the cave sky.

The old man who is star-gazing encounters obstacles when he reaches the sky.

He has been able to cultivate his swordsmanship and has rarely seen such a great sword light in the thousand-year-old situation. Even the four ancient divine swords left by the ancestor may not have such power.

unless……

The old man standing in the void.

His eyes, which gradually became deeper from fishy red, looked at the new sky torn apart by the void sky, and murmured as if he had lost ground, "This is, I'm trapping the immortal!"

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The brilliant scattered lights scattered all over the world.

A figure broke through the ruins of the Star Flowing Peak, and the figure rushed out, which was like a gust of wind falling on the top of a towering tree.

Whether it is the people of Tianyong City who have been lucky enough to save their lives around the foot of the mountain, the countless practitioners who hide in the corners of the mountains to avoid the disaster of mountain collapse, or the disciples of Jiange among the seventy-two strange peaks of Kunlun,

At this moment, thousands of dazzling sword lights burst out from the ruins of Xingyue Peak.

Countless sharp-eared sword roars sounded in the world.

Countless famous swords buried deep by Xingyue Peak broke out of the mountain at the same time, and dense sword rain rushed up. After those famous swords hidden in thousands of years soared into the sky, they surrounded the road very obediently.

The figures on the treetops formed a formation and flew.

Robes arranged!

Majestic!

The swords keep ringing!

The figure with hair disheveled all over the body was covered with dry blood and stretched out his calluses. In the void sky was a sword with a dazzling sword that was so dazzling that it was invisible!

"Sleeping the Immortal Sword!" Wang Xiaoer and Zhou Tong and other four young masters, including gold, silver, copper and iron, were stunned to look at the sky.

"After today, no one of his age can produce the right sword of the King's Dao!" They were more or less injured by the collapse of Xingyun Peak and the demon princess, and even Di Wulei was staring at the figure,

I feel a lot of emotion in my heart.

Looking at the countless disciples of the Seventy-Two Strange Peaks of Kunlun, they all looked extremely excited after seeing this great Gao Ting. None of them had ever seen this sword before.

Even the star-watcher, the descendant of the ancestor, has never really seen the sword face.

But everyone from Jiange Sect has heard of this sword.

This ancient god sword that once only existed in the legendary opening of the Sword Pavilion Protective Array, appeared in the hands of the senior brother Mu Yun Jiancheng at the critical moment when the star-gazing old man broke through the air!

The sword in his hand followed and countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion who made a low sword roar were extremely excited! At this moment, they were filled with indescribable fear and respect!

After breaking it, Mu Yun Jiancheng, the head disciple of Jiange, whose cultivation level has increased for a long time, was hidden in the light of the immortal trap in his hand.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the cold body of the head who was lying on the ruins of Xingyue Peak, and a hint of dimness and divine pain appeared in his eyes.

"It is said that there were two disciples in Jiange that year, one for swords and the other for love. Master, you have protected the 72 peaks of Kunlun for thousands of years, and have never left Zhaixing Pavilion for thousands of years. Who in the world knows your loneliness?

And infatuation?"

"Who can understand the pain and dilemma in your heart when making a choice between the thousand-year-old Jiange foundation left by the ancestor and the beloved?"

"That night you talked with your disciple at night with candles. You said you saw the scenery of the future, the disasters began, the chaotic world, the devastations... You said you were the person who was chosen by fate in the troubled times.

One, in order to adapt to the destiny of heaven, he buried his sword and buried his body in a chaotic world. Do you know what the disciple thought in his heart?”

"Haha... the disciple at that time thought you were old! As your cultivation approached Zhou Tian endlessly, you began to feel indescribable fear of Wuqing Tian!"

"It's a step away but I can stop!"

"The disciple thought you were afraid of the ruthless way of heaven and did not dare to take that step to compete with fate, so that you would choose to follow the destiny and fall in the disaster... It was not until now that the disciple knew that he was wrong!"

"In order not to let Jiange repeat the devastating disaster of the civil strife of the Star-Zhezhe faction and the Star-Gazing faction thousands of years ago, you chose to die in the Holy Death and did not want to be slaughtered with the Uncle Master again! For the sake of the kindness of treating your beloved in your heart

I feel guilty and blame myself for a thousand years, you will still leave with her."

"That year, there were two disciples in Jiange. You are for the sake of the sword and for the sake of love!"

Mu Yun Jiancheng sighed deeply.

He returned to the peak from endless sadness and kneeled down with his sword!

He gave all the depressed pain in his heart to this shout: "Sword Pavilion disciples obey orders and sacrifice to the head of the sword!"

At this command, Senior Brother Xiao Wang knelt with the sword.

The four orders of gold, silver, copper and iron were presided over the sword and knelt down.

Above the 72 strange peaks of Kunlun, and in the foot of the mountains, countless disciples of Jian Pavilion knelt with their swords in their right hands!

The palm of his left hand cuts through the sword body, allowing blood to drip along the sword body!

The Sectarian Sect used blood sword to pay tribute to the fallen Sword Saint leader!

A song of Haoran’s sword energy echoes continuously between heaven and earth...

Mu Yun Jiancheng's eyes were tears: "I often hear you mentioned the seaside, and I hope another flower on the other side of the river can bloom. If that day, my disciples would go to the end of the world and bury the dragon abyss next to the flower on the other side of the river.

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