As all the red robes shouted in unison, a scarlet cloud suddenly penetrated into the empty hall. It passed by the red robes for a moment and knocked off all the hoods on the heads of the red robes.
Just as scarlet clouds and mist appeared in the palace, the red-robed figure standing at the end of the team flashed, and dozens of figures jumped out of the palace without fear of the strong wind on the mountain top, and landed next to the pillars supporting the eaves outside the palace. .. After drinking tea, a man in red robe stood beside each pillar of the palace on the top of the mountain.
The scarlet cloud hovered in the hall for a moment, and finally fell slowly, about to land in the middle of the hall. A man in red robes had already knelt down to greet him, tied his arms to a stool, and leaned on his body, like a seat.
The people in red robes outside the palace did not dare to look back at the Prime Minister. They could only hear the movement in the palace with their ears and lifted their cloaks. Under the red robes, there were rolls of red silk. The red robes all raised their heads and raised the red silk in their hands...
The internal energy surged, poured into the red silk, and flew straight up. Unafraid of the strong wind on the mountain, it went straight over the beam under the eaves above the head, passing through the beam. The red robe moved again, turning around, and holding both hands together. The two ends of the red silk turned around and were already facing the outside of the palace. He knelt on one knee and pulled hard with both hands. The red silk suddenly stretched into a wall, blocking the strong wind and snow outside the palace.
Despite this, there is still a strong wind taking advantage of the gap in the red silk to penetrate into the hall. Looking at the scarlet mist in the hall, it has almost fallen to where the red robes are tied to the chairs, but it is spiraling up again, and it has also surged a bit. The crowd of red robes in the hall Seeing this, everyone showed fear. One person in the front row turned his eyes slightly, as if to observe the details, frowned slightly, and then turned his head.
A person behind him suddenly understood his intentions and was about to leave the palace. However, there was a person in the crowd who was faster. He stood up from the ground and leaped out of the palace in an instant. When he lifted up his red robe, there was something wrong in his hand. It was made of wind-blocking red silk, but a sheathed long sword.
Seeing this sword, the people in red robes outside the palace who were holding red silk to block the wind and snow were all frightened. They lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look directly at the man in red robes holding the sword.
Feeling that everyone behind him was showing fear, the man's lips curled up slightly, with disdain in his eyes. When he looked away, his palm pressed the hilt of the sword, and he drew the sword out slowly. When the sword was revealed, a divine light appeared.
The blade of the sword is long and sharp, with cold light shining all over it. There is a hidden divine light flowing on it. The sword lattice and the hilt are made into one piece, which seems to be chiseled out of thousands of years of black ice. As the sword body is further extended, a line of small characters carved in the bell and tripod script at the root of the sword are fully visible. .
"Jinghong's photo travels the world."
The sword light shone brightly, illuminating the place where the man was standing. Then he raised his eyebrows and swung his sword. The sword light came out and slashed into the wind. Wherever the sword light passed, the strong wind disappeared and the sudden snow stopped. The power of the sword light does not stop here, it pours out, reaching beyond the mountain top, floating in the lingering clouds...
A moment later, there was a faint sound of explosions in the clouds and mist. Then the clouds and mist dispersed, and the warm light of the sun above the dome reflected downwards and fell onto the top of the palace on the top of the mountain. If viewed from a distance, it looks like the magnificent scenery of Jinshan Mountain illuminated by sunshine...
Seeing a gap of warm light coming down, the man wielding the sword was satisfied. He turned his wrist slightly and put the Xuanbing sword back into its sheath. The moment it was sheathed, the two characters on the other end of the sword's base shone with a cold light.
"Photography"
"Pah...pah..." As soon as the long sword was sheathed, the sound of clapping hands could be heard in the hall behind him, as well as the sound of strange aura.
"The power of this sword is very sharp. I am worthy of the sword. The proud disciple of Lingyun's sect can even get the legendary sword's shadow, tsk tsk tsk..."
Hearing these words, the man wielding the sword had a hint of anger on his handsome face. He looked back at the person who spoke in the palace. The edge of his gaze was sharper than the sword in his hand just now, as if he wanted to see through the group of red robes. The red silk in his hand blocked the gusting wind and snow, and chopped the person who spoke into pieces.
But the person who spoke didn't seem to care about the glare of the Shadow Sword Master. He smiled and said to himself: "Master, I haven't even sat down yet, and you came out to show off your power. I advise you to remember your identity..."
When the Master of the Shadow heard the word "Master" spoken by this man, the anger in his eyes suddenly disappeared. He glanced at the scarlet mist hovering in the hall with a look of deep fear.
Xiu Shuwang, his eyes moved slightly, turned to the person who spoke, and retorted: "I will naturally remember your identity, but I also remind you, don't forget who was my defeated general..."
"Okay, okay! I will take a photo in your hand again to see who will be the soul of the dead under the sword!" When the people in the palace heard the words "defeated general", their faces suddenly turned gloomy and cold.
With a laugh, the red robe was slightly lifted, and a scarlet sword stood out in his hand.
The master of the shadow outside the hall did not give in. With a shake of his wrist, he placed the sheathed Xuanbing sword across his chest.
The atmosphere at the top of the mountain was immediately tense. The red-robed crowd in the palace seemed to disapprove. They just moved their steps slightly to get out of the way, but no one spoke to persuade them.
Seeing that a battle was about to break out, the scarlet mist in the hovering hall finally fell in the middle of the hall, trapping all the people and chairs below... As the scarlet mist dissipated, the Lord of the Mist finally appeared.
The bright red mask covers the face, only the cloudy temples and phoenix eyes can be seen, and a bit of fatigue can be seen through the mask. Although the cheeks are not visible, it is difficult to hide the heroic look in his eyes. However, this gaze is not as sharp as that of a young man, but shows the traces of time. The red robe is draped around him, but his figure is invisible. At this moment, he is lying lazily on the chair, gently moving his eyes to look at the two people who are about to fight inside and outside the summit. .Ь.
With just one glance, the sword intention suddenly appeared. The strong wind that had just been stopped by the sword of the Lord of Shadows rose again, many times stronger than before. Above the three mountains, the clouds and mist surged, reflecting the warmth on the top of the palace. The light was blocked again... The people in red robes outside the palace were holding red silk to block the wind and snow. Before they could resist, the red silk in their hands flew away. The force was so strong that it dragged the red robes into bloody hands.
When the red silk disappeared, a violent wind surged in the already peaceful palace. Under the howling, the people in red robes used their skills one after another to be able to withstand it. On the contrary, there seemed to be an invisible barrier just outside where the Scarlet Lord was sitting. Block the roaring wind in the palace.
At this moment, I saw that the chairs where the Scarlet Lord was leaning were all young girls. They all had peach-shaped faces and were charming, but their eyes were dull, like ignorant and emotionless puppets.
The two people who were shouting loudly just a moment ago seemed to have noticed the anger hidden in the tired eyes of the Scarlet Lord. There was no desire to fight. There was panic in their eyes, and they both looked like they were speaking. But he suffered from the strong wind and could only use his power to resist it.
The people in red robes present knew very well that compared to the strong wind, the most deadly thing was the sword intention hidden in the strong wind. If you were not careful, your internal organs would be shattered by the hidden sword intention and you would die.
After a while, despite the raging wind and cold, sweat appeared on the faces of many red-robed people in the hall. The faces of the two who wanted to fight each other were even more solemn, and their eyes were full of exhaustion.
Just when everyone felt that it was no longer difficult to resist, the strong wind in the palace suddenly disappeared, and the sword intention also dissipated. All the red-robed people in the field seemed to have been granted amnesty. The weak ones knelt on the ground on the spot, panting, and just now the two were about to fight. The man could still stand, but he was covered in cold sweat and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
The red-robed man holding a scarlet sword didn't wait for anyone else to speak. He turned around quickly, knelt on the ground facing the person on the chair, and cried slightly in his mouth: "Master, forgive me, but I can't understand this outsider. He shows off his abilities in every way, but he is nothing." It's a sword..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, his whole body felt as if he had been hit hard. The red robe present only saw his figure flying out of the palace, but no one saw how the scarlet lord made his move.
The red robe flew upside down and fell to the side of the Zhaoying Sword Master. He stopped, vomited out a large mouthful of blood, fainted on the spot, and did not know whether he was alive or dead... Seeing this scene, the Zhaoying Sword Master was already uneasy, and he had swung his sword before. Duan Yunwu's confident gaze had long since disappeared, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his head to look into the palace. He could only stand there, trapped in a dilemma.
The Scarlet Lord's eyes moved for a moment, and his figure had disappeared from the chair. When he reappeared, he was already standing among the red-robed crowd. He glanced at the shadow sword master outside the palace and spoke softly to everyone in the palace. His voice was not as good as before. As domineering as a sword, he is as gentle and gentle as a weak scholar.
"Young Master Swordsman is a distinguished guest invited by me, Murong Gu. You must keep this in mind. If anyone dares to offend him...Murong San will suffer the consequences!"
Although the voice was soft, it was dignified. All the red-robed people in the palace bowed their heads in fear and remained silent. The scarlet lord turned his eyes to the outside of the palace to shadow the sword master. When he spoke again, his tone was already gentle: "Young Master Sword, please come in." Go to the palace."
"Sword Shifang, thank you Valley Master!"
Although his tone was calm, the master of the Shadow Sword could clearly feel the sharp eyes under the mask. He was not weak to the general. Although he was still uneasy in his heart, he still hid the shadow in his hand under the red robe and carried it into the hall. At that moment, the corner of his eye glanced at the man in red robe who didn't know whether he was alive or dead at his feet.
The Scarlet Lord seemed to have seen the fear deep in Jian Shifang's eyes, and the corners of his lips hidden under the mask showed a slight smile, and then
He turned around, pointed his toes, and stood on the chair in the palace. Seeing this, the red robe in the palace got up and walked around hurriedly, returning to the queue. As for Murong San outside the palace, no one cared about his life or death.
Returning to his previous lazy posture, Murong Valley Master's eyes fell on the person in the front. He stretched out his hand and made a slight move towards the outside of the hall. The scarlet long sword in Murong San's hand flew straight into the hall and landed on the crimson gloves worn by the Valley Master. He held the sword in his palm, looked at it, threw it in front of the man, and said calmly: "Hou'er, Murong San's position as chief is yours."
The leader of the group suddenly raised his eyes when he heard the words. Even though the joy in his eyes could no longer be suppressed, he still had a look of fear on his face. He lowered himself to the ground, held up the scarlet sword, and shouted: "Disciple, don't dare, third brother is me." Senior brother, the master has set rules, and the disciples really don’t dare to violate them.”
"So, you don't want the chief position... Well, then send someone to see San'er to carry him down so that he can take care of him... Okay, let's get back to the topic. It's been ten days since the fifteenth day of the month. There are Ying'er and Wu'er, but they haven't returned to the valley as scheduled..." The owner of the valley didn't seem to be concerned about whether Murong Hou's words of rejection while kneeling in front of him were sincere. As soon as the conversation changed, he already asked about the disciples who had left the valley.
When Murong Hou heard that his master had just said a faint word and ignored the matter of the chief disciple, he wanted to slap himself a few times. He cursed himself in his heart for talking so much, but since his master had already ignored the matter, he could only grit his teeth and reply secretly.
"Master, Junior Brother Ying and Junior Sister Wu'er have indeed passed their return date, but... after all, this is Junior Sister Wu'er's first time out of the valley, and she was obsessed with playing around. I guess she must be playful, so she missed the time. But Junior Brother Ying has always been prudent in dealing with things, and with him by his side, I don’t think anything will go wrong.”
"When you brought that man into the valley that day, you couldn't tell the truth, and I believed you, but... a few days ago, I felt that someone had broken into the valley... I don't know how you explained it. ?" The Valley Master turned around and spoke, with a hint of chill in his calm tone.
As soon as these words came out, not only did Murong Hou raise his eyes in shock, but even the red-robed men behind him and the swordsmen in Shifang also stared in surprise. Not to mention the red-robed disciples in the valley, they knew that no valley master had given them swords, and they wanted to Going in and out of Murong Valley will undoubtedly lead to death. Even Jian Shifang tried to get out of Murong Valley more than once when he first entered Murong Valley. But not to mention the actual way in and out, even the three people who guarded the valley could not escape from their hands. It takes more than a hundred moves, let alone forcing one's way out of the valley, but someone can actually break in...
"Interesting...interesting!" Jian Shifang thought to himself. He never looked back, but he glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.
Everyone couldn't help but look back and looked outside the hall, trying to penetrate the clouds and mist surrounding the three mountains with their eyes, looking hundreds of miles away to see who had the courage to break into Murong Valley...
Little did they know, the man who dared to break into the valley was sitting around the table with six people, staring dumbfounded at the wheat-colored woman standing on a wooden stool, one against three.
"Hello, brothers, wow, five leaders... six, six, six, wow! Drink!"
At the table, Meng Guxing was already drunk, his face was red, but the wine was good, and he did not shy away from the wine. He tremblingly raised the wine bowl, poured it into his mouth, and poured it into his mouth, ignoring the obstruction of Ye Linghan beside him. , drank lightly with seven points of drunkenness.
"Come again!"
